Chapter 6: Ai “Love”

Kenta stood outside the Goldenrod Gym wondering what to do next. The doors were closed but the sign read open. Things didn’t add up and or maybe someone forgot to either switch the sign to close or open the doors. Whatever the reason it was a waste of time to just stand around and do nothing. Before Kenta left he heard a cry for help above and then a long scream. A shadow formed around Kenta and gotten darker and darker till he felt something land on him. The impact knocked the air out of Kenta knocking him out for the moment. A girl had fallen from the sky and landed right on him, she was alright but Kenta hurt all over.

Whitney: Oh my, I’m so sorry, are you okay?

Kenta: Uhhhh . . . what hit me?

Whitney: I’m sorry, I fell from the window while I was cleaning it.

Whitney got off Kenta and looked at him, he appeared knocked out with his eyes in a dizzy whirl. Whitney dragged him inside and placed him on a sofa trying to wake him up.

Whitney: Hey are you alright? Speak to me.

Kenta opened his eyes and saw a girl wiping his forehead with a damp cloth. He got up and examined himself if anything was broken. He appeared to be fine, just the wind knocked right out of him. He sat up and rubbed his head.

Kenta: So um what happened again?

Whitney: I sort of fell from the second floor window while I was cleaning it. Today I’m suppose to clean the gym and whenever I wash the windows I sometimes fall out.

Kenta: Huh, it happens occasionally?

Whitney: I’m thinking more of an all the time but I’m fine, I usually wear padding in my clothes. I’m so sorry I landed on you.

Kenta didn’t know if he was still dizzy or if this girl was the real dizzy one but something just didn’t quiet add up. This looked more comical than it was dangerous. Standing up and placing his cap on again, Kenta looked around to see where he was. There was a sign that read, Goldenrod Gym.

Kenta: So this is the Goldenrod Gym, may I ask who’s the gym leader here?

Whitney: If your asking me out I may consider it since you saved me back there. Plus you’re awfully cute, what’s your name?

Kenta: Huh, what are you talking about? And my name is Kenta.

Whitney: What a cute name. Alright well since your asking, when would you like to go out?

Kenta: Hold it! What are you talking about? I’m confused.

Whitney: Well you asked who’s the gym leader right? Obviously you’re here to try and get a date with me. Its no use trying to play dumb, that’s why I locked the door just to keep those wanting to date me out while I clean. But for you I’ll make an exception, how’s tonight?

Kenta shook his head in confusion and scratched it. This girl that just landed on him a few minutes ago was already making a date for him in which he didn’t agree to yet.

Kenta: Wait, wait, wait, I think your misunderstanding. I’m not here to ask for a date. I’m here to battle for a pokemon gym badge. And who are you anyway?

Whitney: I’m the ultra cute girl of Goldenrod, the gorgeous gym leader, Whitney.

Kenta: Houston?

Whitney: NO! Though I get that lame joke a lot. So what did you say you wanted?

Frustrated, Kenta felt like tearing apart his cap and grinding it with his teeth.

Kenta: A battle for a Plain Badge.

Whitney: Oh, is that all. Well how about you take me out to dinner and I’ll give you the badge.

Kenta: What!? No, I want to earn it in a pokemon battle.

Whitney: Well alright, rules are rules. But you owe me a date later.

Kenta: Let’s just battle so I can win a badge. And after I owe you nothing! I don’t owe you a date, a dinner, a movie, or even a ridiculous thing like a bike that I possible stole from you and trashed it while running from a flock of wild spearows!

*****

Ash: Achooo!!

Misty handed Ash a tissue after the huge sneeze. Ash blew his nose and checked himself if he was getting sick.

Misty: Are you okay? Maybe you’re coming down with something.

Ash shook his head, he didn’t feel sick.

Ash: Maybe someone is talking about me.

Misty returned to her scrapbook collection, pasting on recent pictures they took while they visited Viridian City. She glued on a picture she took of Gary and his friend Midori, from the looks of it they may start dating.

Misty: Hey Ash, do you think Gary likes Midori?

Ash: Yup, positive.

Misty: How do you know?

Ash: Cause he treats her like a lady and a friend. Whenever Gary doesn’t like a girl he usually impresses her, but if it’s a girl he likes, he befriends her and treats her properly or atleast like a really good friend.

Misty: So how do you know this?

Ash: Oh I just know.

Ash was basing his theory on his own judgment. In the past there were some nice girls he met that were cute and beautiful but he forgot about them after awhile. Misty on the other hand had been his friend since the day he started his journey and even though they had their ups and downs he later appreciated her and treated her more properly or at least nothing overly improper. It was a known fact they’d bicker about the smallest thing and get into arguments but they’d kiss and make up quicker than most people. It was once said that people always hurt the one they love the most, which greatly applies to Ash and Misty.

Misty: Okay I’m done, wanna see the scrap book, I kept all sorts of neat things in here since we first met.

Misty handed Ash the album. Looking over some of the pictures and articles and also flat paper souvenirs, Ash reminisced over the good times of their adventures together. There was a picture of the destroyed bike that once belonged to Misty, she took a picture of it to remind Ash that he owed her a bike, and even to this day he still owes her that bike.

Flipping through the pages there were some nice pictures of when Brock first joined. He cooked, cleaned, and took care of them like he did with his brothers and sisters. Brock became one of their best friends and also their leader when adventuring around. Being the older one and slightly wiser not to mention the guy did the most chores, Brock gave real encouragement and fun to Ash and Misty, also being a chaperon to the two.

Ash: Ah I remember all these times. We traveled everywhere, to all sorts of different places.

Misty: Yup.

A few more pages down and there were pictures when they were at the orange islands with Tracey. There was a picture where they were wearing lei’s and standing next to two hula dancers. Other pictures showed when they traveled to different islands and seeing new parts and cities. With Brock gone for the time being, Tracey had become a nice traveling companion. He wasn’t as useful as Brock but he knew how to get around not to mention his sketches and art was something amusing to look at. In the scrap book there were several sketches and doodles that Tracey gave, most of them of pokemon but a good amount of sketches of them traveling around. One sketch Tracey drew embarrassed both Ash and Misty at that time. It was both of them sitting in a tree, kissing. Even if Misty didn’t approve of it at that time, she kept it safe in her scrapbook.

Further down the scrapbook as they got older Ash realized how much closer he and Misty had gotten till they eventually got more intimate with one another. They were still young when they realized they were drawn to each other and with each passing day they became closer as friends and also as lovers.

Ash: These are nice, I never realized how much I liked you back then until . . .

Misty: Until a kiss?

Ash: Yeah.

Misty: Like this one?

Misty moved closer to Ash, sat on his lap and faced him. She closed her eyes and moved closer to his lips and then kissed him tenderly. Once they finished kissing they looked at each other and smiled. Misty always seemed to shed a tear or two whenever she kisses Ash.

Ash: You always have such sweet Silver Tears.

Misty: And you have a bright Golden Smile.

The scrapbook fell to the floor among other things.

*****

Hiro woke up in a hospital bed with his head bandaged up. Sitting up he looked around wondering what happened to him. A gentle hand eased him back into bed and a caring voice spoke to him.

Jasmine: Easy, you shouldn’t try to get up yet.

Hiro: Huh, it’s you? What are you doing here?

Jasmine checked around Hiro to make sure everything was fine before she began to tell how Hiro ended up in the hospital.

Jasmine: I found you passed out in a dark cave. You were seriously injured on your head and there was a pool of blood where you laid, I was afraid you were dead.

Hiro recalled the last thing he remembered before blacking out. He ventured into a dark cave to train in complete darkness and also if there were any good pokemon to capture, he’d also do that as well. While in there he couldn’t see anything, while he wandered aimlessly eyes started to glow that terrified him. He ran towards where he came but then that was it.

Hiro: I think I must’ve bumped my head while running out of the dark cave.

Jasmine: What were you doing in there in the first place?

Hiro: I was going to train and capture some pokemon but since it was too dark to see . . .

Jasmine: That was very careless of you; you should bring something to light your way, or atleast a pokemon that has some illuminating feature.

Hiro rolled his eyes; he wasn’t in the mood for a lecture. Before he could yell out shut up he felt those gentle hands of Jasmine touch his own.

Jasmine: Please be more careful.

Sensing her concern over him, Hiro eased up and forgot about yelling. He looked at Jasmine; she was still holding his hand and had it next to her cheek. It appeared that she was praying for the recovery of Hiro or for him to be careful next time. Hiro looked closely at Jasmine, he noticed that she started to shed a tear. This was shocking to Hiro, no one has ever cried for him, and all this just because he bumped his head in the dark cave. According to Hiro, Jasmine’s tears looked . . .

Hiro: Like silver. Silver Tears.

Jasmine looked at Hiro wondering what he just said. Hiro dismissed his previous expression and returned to his cocky intimidating look.

Hiro: What!

Jasmine: Oh, I thought I heard you say something.

Hiro: You know you could leave whenever you want.

Jasmine: I’m choosing to stay here until your better.

Hiro: But why?

Jasmine: I’m just worried, from the hard blow you took you may need some help for awhile. I’m going to stay with you till your better.

Hiro: How . . .

Jasmine: . . . annoying?

Hiro: . . . nice.

Hiro relaxed in his bed thinking of a saying that he once heard. “A girl that sheds Silver Tears is a girl in love.”

End of Chapter 6