The Child of Yawa – a Yakuza, Parents Conflict and a little bit of Comedy fic… have fun…

…Whoa! That was a long break from writing anything. That was like… nearly a month. Anyway, Disclaimers… I do not own Pokémon or any part of it as a company… All similarities to the real characters are purely coincidental because… I changed their names. Ash’s name is Ash Ketchum in the show and I made it Ashura for his full name. They never gave him a full name. And Misty doesn’t have a last name so I used the last name of Kasumi, the Japanese counterpart, Yawa. So she’s Misty Yawa. And Pikachu… he’s… Pikachu… Gotta think of an excuse… I’ve got it! I’ll have them refer to Pikachu as a he! Pikachu’s always referred to as Pikachu in the show, not it, not she, not he, but Pikachu.

(No, really I disclaim all ownership of Pokémon or any part of it)

Sorry but I really just have to voice this out… Misty has so many different looks… hence so many different artists. In some of the old episodes, she looks like a kid, but she looks normal in others. It’s the same with Ash. In the first few episodes, his proportions and body part placements are slightly different from others. It is only recently that their faces and bodies have become more stable/ look the same more often. Actually, Misty and Ash are the only characters like this. Brock, Gary, May, Max, Dawn, Joy, Jenny, Mrs. Ketchum and others all looked the same from the beginning up to the present. Damn, why does Pokémon have to be classified as a kid’s show even in Japan? I mean, if it wasn’t like that, then Ash might’ve admitted how he felt to Misty at the episode where they parted… but no… they had to go with the usual canonical scene… aka… put in a stream of memories with music or cut off an interesting scene… more commonly known in anime and manga productions as… leave it to the viewer’s/reader’s imagination. Why must they always do that in the manga and anime I like? They don’t give any concrete sign or hint of what happens when there is a flash back or whatever! Damn you people… better hope it doesn’t end up like digimon where the two main characters, who were explicitly shown to have an interest in each other, didn’t end up together when they grew up.( Taichi/Tai and Sora) Dimwits! All of them! To the story we go!!!

Dear Journal for quick notes,

I always wondered why Misty was such a grouch sometimes and such a brute most of the time. And every time I thought about it, I ended up thinking that it had to come from one of her parents… since her sisters aren’t like that. Today, I figured out that I was wrong…technically.

But that doesn’t matter… I love Misty the way she is. Even if I meet a girl who’s smarter, prettier and hell of a lot nicer than her, they couldn’t ever replace her. I never thought about falling in love, unlike Misty who thought about it all the time. I wonder why she ended up with me? It’s not that I’m unhappy with it, but… they way she talked about love and romance a long time ago, gave me the expression she was looking for Prince Charming to sweep her off her feet. Obviously, I’m no prince charming, I don’t know how to talk to girls about love and I’m not rich… sort of… in some ways.

~Ashura Ketchum, writing while Misty’s not looking

Chapter Three – The Uncertain Welcome to house of Yawa

The air was cold and stale. It felt as if they were in a rundown hospital. You know the kind you see in horror movies. Except the spirits were still alive and they could do things the dead can’t. Ash thought he could smell death and derange of the natural order of things in the air around him. Everything was so still yet Ash’s skin was crawling on the inside. He wanted to look at Misty’s face, but he couldn’t. She couldn't comfort him. Her face was gone. There was nothing to look at. Was Misty feeling the same as he was? It was then, he suddenly realized, her hand wasn’t in his anymore. When did she let go? Or did she let go? Maybe he was the one who let go of her hand? He tried to speak, but his voice seemed to be taken. No words came out. He looked straight forward again and tried to compose himself. Stares, so many stares, he could feel hundreds of people looking at him, judging him, lambasting him, hating him and even killing him in the silence. Ash could feel his sweat sliding down his face. Was that sweat? It wasn’t warm or even cold.

Wait why am I sweating? Ash thought. It’s so cold in here. Cold? Is that cold I’m feeling? I can’t feel anything… I can’t feel anything! Ash immediately tried to rub his hands against his pants. He tried and tried again. No heat, no feeling, and no roughness of his jeans… nothing. He was losing it. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t feel and he couldn’t hear. He could smell, but it smelled of decease and loss. He could taste, but he could only taste his fear. Ash closed his eyes. It made almost no difference. Having his eyes closed was even brighter than the room they were in. He closed his eyes. He was safe. He had crawled into a shell and was waiting for things to end… His heartbeat… His heartbeat, he could hear it. It was beating strongly and quickly. Again and again. Softer and softer until… nothing once more.

Ash suddenly opened his eyes. His instincts had just told him that something was coming. He looked around. There was movement in front of him. The room was getting brighter. Someone was standing up in front… A kimono? A man wearing a dark blue kimono?

Ashura...Ashura!!! ASHURA!!! The man shouted. Ash felt pinned to where he sat. Then he felt Misty’s hands. They were soft and warm as always. She had never let go…

She whispered to him. Ash, Stand up… And so he stood up, shakily, but when he stood, he stood up straight and proud as he would in a Pokémon battle. He looked the man straight in the eye. The lights had slowly been turned on. He could make out the man’s face now. He looked like a Yakuza all right. His complexion was like Ash’s, a slight tan. His face looked as if it had seen many fights. He had only one good eye. The other one had a scar in the shape of a cross on it. His face was furrowed greatly. Ash began to wonder if this man ever looked happy. His hair was black and spiked. He could have passed off as an old sailor or an old fisherman…But who was this man?, Ash finally thought.

So you are Ashura… The man said in his gruff voice. Ash expected as much from his looks.

What a pathetic excuse for a man… he said loudly, but in manner which made him seem as if he was talking to himself. Ash felt a tinge of anger trickle inside him, but he held the rest back. I can’t believe you’re a master… people at the leagues must have gone soft.

But even so…Your title has no meaning here… here you are no one and here you are nothing, said the man in the Kimono with much rawness that Ash had to literally swallow his pride and do what Misty told him to do… Just stand there and stay quiet.

The man kept talking on and on about how pathetic and unworthy he thought Ash to be and the only solace Ash could find was that Misty didn’t think so. She didn’t think that he was pathetic and disgusting… but that didn’t stop the words from entering his ears. Idiot, weak, unsightly, pathetic, uncomposed, childish, irresponsible, unworthy…

Unworthy? Unworthy of what? Ash could no longer tell exactly what the man was saying. All he could hear were the insults directed at him. Above all the insults… one of them still kept ringing in Ash’s ear and Misty knew which one it was… stupid…stupid. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! STUPID!!! The word Misty always teased him with. He didn’t know why, but ever since they started spending more time with each other, he got unexplainably mad at anyone, but Misty who called him an idiot, dumb, dense or stupid. It had become kind of a sacred word for Ash which only Misty could say. Misty had seen him get angry because of that many times already and this time was no different.

…shut up. Ash murmured to himself. The room suddenly fell even more silent than it was before. Misty looked at Ash as if she wasn’t expecting this. She was, but… she still got shocked by it. She could hear her relatives murmuring to each other in their seats. She then looked from Ash to her father. She couldn’t see his face.

Shut up! Shut up! Who do you think you are talking to me like that?! Sure, my title may mean nothing to you, but that doesn’t mean you can just mock me or anyone at all like that! That’s just wrong! You’re… You’re just a big stupid jerk!!! And why are you even talking up there? Are you someone important? Where are Misty’s parents? I want to talk to them not you! .........

Ash continued on talking as Misty looked to her sisters for advice, but they just shook their heads in disapproval of Ash’s actions. Misty looked at Ash and merely wished that he would stop. Ash was… Ash was talking to…

… You are either brave or stupid to be talking to me that way. Said the man in the Kimono to Ash when he finished talking. Misty just stared at Ash with all the worry she could muster. She should’ve known that Ash would do something like this sooner or later, but she thought he might try to control himself better for her. Ash, on the other hand was busy staring at the man on the raised part of the great hall.

I will let your foolishness pass for now… for Mystearia. Now let me get to the point boy, the man stated mockingly. In the family of Yawa, the youngest child of the head must be married or at least engaged at the age of seventeen… So I ask you now Ashura… In the name of the Yawa clan…

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………Will you marry my daughter, Mystearia? The man seemed like he had a very hard time getting these words out. He looked like he was choking on them and when he got them out, it looked as if he was going to puke. After a while, he kept eye contact with Ash.

He heard the words, but they didn’t seem to have registered in his brain yet. After a few seconds, he slowly turned to Misty as if his joints were rusted. He then looked at Misty and she looked shyly back at him while fiddling with her fabric of her skirt. He turned his gaze back to the man, who had just said something about marrying Mystearia, then back to Misty again. This was repeated five times before Ash summoned up the strength and insight to ask Misty:

You mean… t-this Granbull looking guy is… your… father? Ash asked Misty nervously.

Misty just nodded her head in reply to Ash’s question and she disregarded the fact the he missed the main point, which was… they were going to get married. Ash slowly turned his head back to the raised part of the great hall. The man with the furrowed face was grinning threateningly at him. Ash just smiled back and said…

Ehehehe…Hi dad… he said while grinning nervously.

………Don’t call me dad!!! Misty’s father bellowed like an ogre. I’m not your father-in-law yet and if I had things my way you wouldn’t even be here! But since my cutie-cute daughter wanted it so much…

Cutie-cute? Ash exclaimed surprised.

…You don’t think my daughter is the cutest girl alive?!

I… uh… of course I do!

You don’t sound like you do… he said threateningly. You must think you’re too good for her. Is that it?!... Why must we follow such stupid traditions if it risks getting idiots like you in our family! Why should we even give space to people like that? It just doesn’t make any sense! Misty’s father screamed out while rivers of tears poured out off his eyes.

…he’s…quite pathetic isn’t he? Ash asked Misty in a whisper.

………that’s one way of putting it... Misty replied shyly to Ash as she was contemplating on their marriage. Ash didn’t seem the least bit phased by the idea of them getting married… or maybe it was because… he completely missed the point. Either way, getting married to Ash was a total dream for her, only that she didn’t picture it to happen so soon. All attention returned to Misty’s father as he started to murmur to himself like a chanting monk again.

………You took my cutie-cute daughter away and she didn’t return for six years because she wanted to stay at a place you could visit her… And you didn’t visit her… But she still likes you! It’s your fault… It’s your fault… It’s your fault!!! Misty’s father cried as he unsheathed a long blade and charged at Ash.

DIEEEE!!!! Misty’s father screamed wildly.

Aaaaaaaaah! Eh? Ash exclaimed in response.

Ash just stared in surprise and disbelief as the huge scary man continued to try and charge at him even though four men, including the kid who guided them there, were holding him down. Ash sweat dropped at Misty’s father’s behavior. He kept trashing about while screaming to Ash. “I’ll kill you!” That was until the young man who guided them there, whispered something in his ear. He suddenly stopped trashing and actually looked quite afraid. He slowly walked back to the platform and nervously looked at the darkness behind him as if there was a beast waiting for him there. He swiveled his head back to Ash and put on a fake smile which actually made him look scarier because his creases and scars became more evident while he smiled.

…I-I’m sorry about that. Now where were we? Misty’s father said in a polite tone for once. Ah yes, my cutie-cute daughter will become seventeen after 3 months and… and… we… have… to… get—

youtwomarriedbythen! He shouted so quickly that Ash barely understood it.

…So s-son-in-law… Will you take my daughter’s hand in marriage… by the way he said it, it sounded more like it was a death sentence than a question.

Ash looked down on the ground as if deep in thought. The deafening silence had once again returned to the hall. This time, Misty was the one who was bothered by the silence. It was killing her inside. Misty looked at Ash not knowing what she wanted herself. If Ash said yes… then they would spend the rest of their lives together as husband and wife even though they were too young. I f he said no… she would feel crushed. Why would he say no? Didn’t he love her that much or was it just way too early as she also thought. But no matter the reason, hearing Ash say no to the idea of marrying her was… so painful. It was already painful enough to think about it. It felt like jumping into icy waters when each second in the water felt as if thousands of steely knives were stabbing you. Her heart would be crushed and she wouldn’t be able to face Ash for weeks without thinking of the idea and breaking into tears. She was already on the verge of tears right now and Ash was still looking at the ground, his hair covering his eyes. Ash was really thinking about this. It was rare for him to do this. Misty however, wished that he’d just give an answer. The longer it took, the harder it was for Misty to take it.

Just say something Ash, she thought to herself. She didn’t want Ash to see her cry. She didn’t want to go back to the days when she was uncertain of what Ash felt. She didn’t want the pain of watching him and some other girl talk so eagerly to each other. She remembered the days she saw Ash impressing other girls, travelling with them and most of all, leaving her. She didn’t want it. Not that… she whispered to herself as her tears started to fall. Little did she know that she would let them stain her face in full force later on…

Ash slowly raised his head again and made eye contact with Misty, who looked like she was on the verge of bursting into tears, then her father. He finally had an answer, but he wasn’t smiling. All eyes were on Ash as he opened his mouth to talk.

… … … No.

…W-What did you say? Mystearia’s father asked.

… I’m sorry, but I have to say no… it’s not that I don’t want to, I really like… love Misty... but I don’t…

What Misty thought was exactly what she felt. Her heart returned to the days when Ash would smile at May and it would make her feel so crushed. Her heart returned to the days she thought she had been replaced. Replaced by Melody, Macy, May, Dawn and even by Casey, the electabuzz girl… She knew that Ash refused because it was too early for them… but that didn’t stop the pain. Her tears were threatening to flow out like rivers and each river would bring forth seas of her sadness. Why couldn’t Ash see that? She thought.

Ash continued to talk without giving heed to Misty. What I mean is… Mist-Mystearia and I aren’t ready for something like that yet. We do know each other really well, but I think that we need more time to get to know each other more… Ash suddenly felt everyone’s eyes staring at him in disbelief and fear. Not fear of him, but fear for him. The great hall returned to its deathly silence as Ash finished speaking.

………Ashura,I offer you my pride and joy… and yet you refuse! And now you’re giving me all this nonsense about getting to know each other more? How dare you deny my daughter want she wants!!! Can you not see she is crying?!

Misty and Ash’s eyes widened at his shouting and anger. This was exactly one of the things Misty was afraid of. She was afraid for Ash.

... Ashura! YOU - WILL - DIE!!! A number of Yakuza suddenly stood up and held Ash down. He couldn’t move. This time, the young man didn’t interfere anymore.

Father stop!!! Misty cried as she was held back by her sisters. She was desperately trying to get herself loose as her father started walking slowly towards Ash with an unsheathed blade in his hand, but her sisters were gripping onto her not her clothes. Each step made Ash feel more afraid, but he could do nothing. His face was being forced to meet the floor. All he could see was his executioner’s feet just a few more steps away and Misty desperately trashing about. He didn’t close his eyes, even though he wanted to.

Misty kept screaming for her father to stop. She was crying too. Ash could tell that even without looking at her. It was her voice. She was screaming her lungs out and her voice seemed to be breaking. Ash closed his eyes. He was ready to die. At least he knew that Misty loved him as much or even more than he loved her. He had already achieved his dream of being a Pokémon master. The only regret he had left was his biggest one, but at least he knew that he could have lived a wonderful life with her. It was funny. All this time, he kept on telling reporters about how being a Pokémon master was his biggest dream, but now, he knew, he was wrong. Misty was his biggest dream and he was leaving her… he could feel his eyes swelling up. He had to at least say goodbye.

He forcefully raised his head to talk to Misty. Goodbye Misty. I love you more than anything or anyone else… You’re the person I care about most… I love you. Ash said loud enough for Misty to hear. She shouted even more in response, but her shouts were drowned by her father’s words.

You dare to talk to my daughter like that? DIE!!! Misty’s father raised his sword to strike.

AAAAAAAAASH!!! Misty screamed as loud as her voice could manage. Her voice echoed throughout the halls of Yawa as her father’s blade finally made contact with the floor. The force of the slash had caused it to get stuck in the flooring. The katana stayed embedded in the ground, standing on its own. It was done.

The great hall fell silent again. Misty fell down on her knees as her sisters released her from their grips. There was a lake of her tears right in front of her. It was actually soaking her skirt. She looked at her reflection in the mirror of tears. Her eyes were red, there were tear stains wet on her cheeks, her hair wasn’t in a pony tail at the left side of her head anymore and she was still sniveling, but she had already ran out of tears.

…Ash was motionless

…the sword was left standing with its tip in the flooring under Ash

…Everyone seemed to have no reaction whatsoever

And…Misty was just staring at the sight in disbelief…

Misty stared at the ceiling of their great hall. Her eyes wandered around the image of the sea painted on it. Her tears were gone and she didn’t want to cry anymore. She didn’t need to.

She smiled…

Was this relief she was feeling?

……… Thank you for reading this chapter--- eternaldawn3am

~Chapter Three – The Uncertain Welcome to the House of Yawa… end

October 7, 2007

Dear Diary,

Today ended with much excitement… You could say that it did… I don’t know why, but I am really mad at Ash… On second thought I know why. It was because he said no. NO. The one word that broke me into pieces. Couldn’t he see that he was hurting me? It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s just lying there motionless as he was in the great hall. His skin is so cold and white… it’s not tanned like it usually is.

So this is what it’s like when someone upsets my father… I’ve nearly forgotten about things like these. Ash must’ve pushed these memories out of my head with his charm and denseness.

I love Ash, but when something like this happens… it’s a bit hard to go back to feeling the same way you did. Maybe I’ll feel the same again after a while. Ash always makes me so mad, but he somehow makes me smile afterwards… I wonder about this time diary… Will it be the same?

I have to move on for now. We all have to. … I really am my father and mother’s daughter aren’t I? I may not have gotten his looks, but I did get a bit of his way of thinking. And the rest must’ve come from mom. I have to thank her for what happened today. She really knows what needs to be done. She really knows me well. Maybe even the same as Ash. Got to go diary, I have to go cover Ash. I can’t wait for him to wake up.

~Yawa, Mystearia, Yakuza heir and former gym leader

So… how was it? Yeah, I’ve really gone everywhere with this thing. It was a totally random chapter. I just wrote what I felt was right and this came out. Yeah, it’s a bit worse than the last two isn’t it? Well tell me what you think about it anyway. You can e-mail me directly at iknowtheywillbutwillthey@yahoo.com.ph or you can use the Pokémon tower thing if you read this on the tower.

………Misty went psycho huh? … that wasn’t supposed to happen… I really wasn’t going in that direction…well we can’t fix the past can we? Just wait for the next chapter of The Child of Yawa

That’s right there’s a next chapter and there’s no preview this time… sorry.

---eternaldawn3am