Ash: 14

Misty: 14

Brock: 17

N. Joy: 19

A/N: You know how long it's been since I updated? If you do, tell me because even I'm not that sure. But I was actually sitting in church this morning and I was just like 'Well, now would be the perfect time to think about an update on my longest running, very first, and still uncompleted PKMN Fiction.' So here it is. It's not the finale but there's only one-to-three chapters before it happens and I can finally say that I've finished my first chappie-fiction!

Though I have updated my authorization technique, you know, how I type stories up, how they look to you, I have this illness where I have to keep everything orderly through the entire work so this fic will still look like crap... But don't stop reading it just because of that! It's still a good story, although I am thinking of changing the title...

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" There's gotta be some way other than primping myself up for physical attraction to get his attention!" Misty shouted angrily, pulling at her hair, "I can't stand what's going on."

Brock watched her exasperatedly, sighing as he hit his head on the bedroom desk, "Misty, why don't you try getting alone with him? Make him realize that you're trying to get closer."

She turned to face him with her face half cleansed of make-up and snapped her fingers, "Maybe you're right! I could do it! After all, my sisters are so manipulative! I'm sure it runs in the family... But..."

" What's wrong--? And turn your head, it's frightening..." He muttered and got a bottle of hair spray thrown at him.

" But... It's just... You haven't been seeing him how he is. How he looks at me now. It's like some type of darkness or something..." She leaned her head down, "... It's like it's overwhelming and overpowering him. I've never seen him like this..."

" You should at least talk to him. At least try--"

" Yeah... Listen, I'm gonna go now. Maybe I'll run into him and something will come of it." With that, she dropped her rag (Which she'd used to remove her make-up), quickly subdued her hair with her side ponytail (Trademark, we can't leave that out!), and left the room.

Upon exiting the Poke Center, she was called back by the eccentric Nurse Joy, "Okay Misty. It looks like Suicune is completely healed. Go a little easy on him, only because it's still not very trusting towards humans after what happened to it." She held out the ball but pulled it back from Misty's grip, "By the way, what did happen to him?" Immediately, Misty pulled the ball back from her and laughed nervously.

" I don't really know..." She was given a strange look from the Poke healer, "Gotta go!" And she rushed towards the door.

" If you need anything, I'll be with Brock." It was Misty's turn to give a strange look, "He promised to show me how to make stuffed peppers!"

Misty gave a disgusted tremble and turned to leave.

" Oh, and Misty--?" She looked back as she pushed the door open, "You still have some eye shadow on." And she pointed to her left eye, "Right about here..."

" Oh... Ohhhh... Ugh." Misty leaned her head against the door.

' Forget it...' She thought, 'This isn't the time to fret about make-up! I've gotta find Ash, I've gotta try and explain!' With that, she shoved it open and ran out,

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The child does not understand when to quit... She is truly worth it. The boy, he has no part in the world at the moment. He woes for her but, even now. he wants her to be happy. With that thought, he has cast himself into darkness, as a means of escape. He's going to present her with a gift in order to make her go. Little does he know, he is wrong... So very wrong. He knows this, yet is unable to break through the spell cast upon him. There is nothing more that can be done for these two. Only a miracle can bring them together again... But I am afraid that even a miracle won't help him now, he is too far gone... Suicune shuddered inside his pokeball.

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" So, Pikachu... Should we do it tomorrow..?" Ash asked his buddy in an unlike-Ash tone. The little electric mouse sighed discontentedly. Whatever Pikapi had planned for their female friend he wanted nothing to do with it.

" Pi-Pikapi-Chu?" He said, almost panicked.

" She wants to go. And she doesn't care what circumstances we're on when she leaves. As far as I can tell, the sooner the better. For the both of us..." It almost seemed like the other Ash, the real one was back, the tone in his voice being so unhappy at the thought of Misty leaving, "Besides, she's a selfish child only capable of caring for herself. Who would want to hang around with something like that?"

Pikachu didn't want to hear it but as he turned to leave, he saw the abrupt figure of a teenage red-head, staring in abysmal distress at the hat-haired boy after over-hearing his words.

" Pi... Kachu..." He murmured, too aware of the tension to continue his rush from the scene.

" So... Is that it then, Mr. Ketchem? Ash?" Misty said and dared to believe for a moment that, as her heart shred into thousands of pieces, her eyes became glazed with no afterthought of the tears starting to form, "You truly are gone, aren't you..?" She whispered as the wind increased.

He stood up and walked in her direction, their eyes not meeting at all.

" Good, if you overheard than there's no need for me to repeat it. That's right. Tomorrow, we leave town. And then, we separate. After all, I have no time to wait for stragglers on my journey..." The mock was not left unheard and she could think of no reply to his wit, "Pack your things because tomorrow is it..." And then, he was gone, leaving her to stand in the middle of the packed road, the wind blowing the tears from her face.

If it was truly over for them then there was no point in letting her confession out. In time she'd forget him. That's how love was. She'd get over him. But somehow...

She knew that she was wrong. She couldn't just forget the hatred in his eyes, the tone of his voice, the only words he'd spoken to her about being that she was dismissed from the group... It couldn't be that easy.

But tomorrow, that was it. He'd say goodbye and then she'd depart, baring her turn to see him and Brock vanish in the opposite direction, Pikachu hanging off of his shoulder. There would be no laughing, no giving, and no taking. It was truly over.

To say she dreaded tomorrow would be an understatement.

(A/N: TBC...)

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A/N: Yeah, so, you know, there it is for ya. Hoped that touched a small nerve, that's what I was going for. Anyway, review this for me, it's been so long since anyone has. Thanx in advance, of course if you don't review, I take that back!