Brothers and Sisters
Author’s notes: Ok, I know I promised to
finish SWU, but I have writers block. This story is meant to replace BYC,
because I have decided not to continue BYC. This is not a straight out romance
story. It is full of Angst, ranting, and POV musing. And I am a dedicated
Poke/Sakashipper, so this is NOT a Egoshippy (GAMRN) fic. Oh and thanks go out
to Misty Ketchum and Joy-girl for all the reviews, and to Traveler, AnZcHeLuPa,
and Lexy-eevee for Beta-reading.
Chapter 1: Waiting
Ash’s POV (point of view):
I
sit at the couch in May’s house-sized hotel room. I’m playing SD GGeneration-0.
Sort of. I play the game with only half my mind. The other half is trying to
figure out exactly what it is that I fear before the worry changes to panic.
Confused already? It gets worse.
I
guess I better start with why I am sitting alone in the hotel room of one of my
best friends at 8:14 PM, playing a Play-Station game. Well, you see there is
this Rich family here in Veridian City. They are the Westons. If you check
their family line they are of the noble family that ruled Veridian in the
middle ages. How do I know this? Well, despite was Misty says about my
intelligence, I have a great appreciation of literature, and a love of history.
Misty… Ooops! Getting a little ahead of myself there. Lord and Lady Veridian
(sarcasm) have a son called James who ran away because the girl his family
chose for him to marry, Jessibelle, is a real psychopath. I’m not kidding. She
tortures him with a whip and … other things. (Trust me you don’t want to know
what other things.) She even has her pokemon attack James directly. I’m
surprised that hasn’t killed him. James joined this criminal organization
called Team Rocket. Together with a girl named Jessie, he goes around trying to
steal people’s pokemon in general, and my Pikachu in particular. He hasn’t had
much success in the later.
Well,
enough about James, back to his parents. They have been trying to get James
back for years, even faking their own deaths, in one incident I witnessed. Well
anyway the ploy they used this time was throwing a Pokemon Trainer’s Ball.
James’s job is to steal pokemon. There would be hundreds of trainers at the
ball. Each with at least one pokemon. An opportunity that James could
ill-afford to pass up. Did I mention that James hadn’t been doing well
recently, and could really use a raise? But there is one little flaw in the
plan. James is not stupid. Well, the ball is going on right now, but I think,
no I know that James will not be there. He almost ended up being stuck with Jessibelle
the last time, and nothing less than the fires of hell it’s self would compel
him to go back there.. Which meant that the "Boss" of Team Rocket,
would send a different group. Most likely Butch and Cassidy.
Which
was why I had sent Pikachu with Misty. With Charizard’s pokeball in case she
needs backup. Misty. Yes, I said, with Misty. I’m not at the ball. Misty is.
With Gary, of all people. She’s on a date with Gary. Misty is my best
friend, well, best human friend. (Pikachu is my best friend.) Gary used
to be my best friend when we were little. I know both of them very well. Well
enough to know that their date will not go well. Not at all.
That’s
why I’m so worried. I would hate to have to tell Professor Oak that my best
friend killed/severely injured his grandson. So here I wait. Waiting for my
best friend to come back from a date which any of us could have told her would
have been a disaster. May Oak could have, because she knows that Misty is not
the type of girl that her brother usually pursues. Tracy could have, with his
amazing skills at analyzing people. Both of them are at the ball, together, of
course. But Misty wouldn’t listen, even if we did try to tell her. So we said
nothing. Now I wonder if that was a wise choice.
It’s
hard, waiting like this. I’m waiting to see what she looks like. Will she be
upset? Angry? And if so, at whom? I can’t get my mind off of her. I find myself
praying that Misty will be alright. I look up at the clock on the wall again
and again. Every minute or so. Part of me is anxious to see Misty. The other
part is filled with dread. Dread at what might happen. Part of me hopes that
the date will go smoothly. But I know it wont. And the other half of me rebels
at the very thought of Misty and Gary getting together.
Ok.
I admit it. I have a crush on Misty. Wait just a crush? No I have never had a
crush on Misty. A crush is when you feel attracted to someone because of some
biochemical reactions. (like I said, I’m smarter than Misty gives me credit
for.) It’s merely brought about by pheromones. The way I feel towards her is so
much more than that. I guess you could say it’s love. I do admire Misty for her
beauty. She has a great figure, never mind all those people who say she is
scrawny. Those beautiful eyes, with that twinkle that always shows when she’s
in a mischievous mood. Her orange-red hair, which she only lets down very
rarely. (Probably a good thing too, because I have a hard time focusing on
anything else when she has her hair down.) Despite what her sisters say, In my
opinion she is way past Sensational.
<Flashback>
The
knob turned. The door opened. Two male jaws dropped at the vision of loveliness
that stepped forth. Misty looked radiant in her blue silk dress. Both of the
boys were rendered temporarily speechless.
"Well?"
Misty said, breaking the silence.
"Wow,"
Ash finally managed.
Brock
snapped back to consciousness a moment later. "You’re going to knock Gary
out." Misty giggled.
"I
take back every comment on your lack of a fashion sense," Ash said.
"Is
that an apology?" Misty asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah.
Sorry." There was a glazed look in Ash’s eye, not unlike the one in
Brock’s eyes when he saw a Nurse Joy.
Misty
giggled again. "Accepted. But you better not do it again." Misty
checked her watch. "I better be going. Bye. Take good care of
Togepi."
"I
will," Ash assured her. He continued to stare out after her even after she
left.
Brock
snapped his fingers in front of Ash’s eyes to snap him out of his trance.
"You got it bad, man."
Ash
sat down heavily on the bed behind him. "I’m just glad she didn’t let her
hair down."
"How
come?"
"I
don’t think I would have been able to speak at all."
"You’ve
got it really bad," Brock amended.
<End Flashback>
Did
I mention that Brock is at the ball too? With Suzie, the girl who ran that
Pokemon salon. Which means that Misty owes me fifty bucks. Back on the subject
of Misty. It’s not her beauty that I love her for. It’s… a lot of things. Her
cheerfulness. Her great compassion and empathy towards others. How she is
always there for me when I need her. I guess you could call it inner beauty.
There’s
the sound of an explosion from the Weston estate. That would be Team Rocket
blasting off. I check the clock. 8:22. It wouldn’t be long now. On the screen,
Quattro Bajina racked up yet another kill. I guess I just have to wait.
End of chapter 1
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