Oki-day.
Part 7.
Wow, I’m
on a roll… Anyway. Um. I have no idea what to say. GCSEs suck? That’ll do.
Disclaimer:
Pokémon, all respective characters, monsters and significant others are property
of rich Japanese blokes. As Kaz is female, not exactly rich, lives in Liverpool
and is of Irish descent… it’s not her.
:P
Theme
Song: “This I Promise You” ~ *NSYNC
You’ll
understand in about 2,860 words…
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:: 7 ::
Ash swore
as the seemingly personalized voicemail message told him, in no polite ways,
where to stick his phone and never to call back, and hung up. Ash punctuated
his latest curse by angrily chucking his phone across his office and cracking
it irreparably against the wall. Not that he cared. It was old and out of date
and he had much, much worse things to worry about. Muttering a string of
curses, he aimed a kick at the wastepaper basket near his foot and sulkily crossed
his legs on top of his desk, making as much noise as possible. Tracey,
carefully sketching a perfectly posing Pikachu, raised an eyebrow. “Stressed?”
he quipped, finishing the shading on Pikachu’s small nose and flipping his
sketchpad closed. Ash shot him a daggered glare. “Well-“
“Don’t
you dare…” Ash warned, rubbing his nose angrily and shaking
his fringe out of his eyes. Tracey didn’t dare. Pikachu did.
“[We
told you so.]” she chirped. Ash glowered, and made a mental note that next
time he had an urge to throw something, to be conveniently near ketchup and a
window.
Since what
happened upstairs – exactly nine days, three hours and fifty-three minutes ago,
she had blocked all of his calls, stopped any e-mail of his getting through,
ordered Lily, Daisy and Violet not to let him either into the Cerulean Gym or
call her, regardless of importance and ignored any messages that Ash had asked
other people to pass on. It was weird – he’d expected anger and violence and
more of Lance’s trees on his head, but she was seriously, seriously
pissed – the last time she’d ignored him was when, aged fifteen, he’d stolen
all of her clothes while she was in the shower as an April Fool’s, ran upstairs
to the roof of the Pokémon Centre they were staying in, and raised them all
above the flagpole. And even then, she’d ended up resorting to regular violence
as revenge, with a now Brock-clothed Misty tying him by the feet to said
flagpole and enlisting Bulbasaur to raise him above the tiny Johto village, and
then took a photograph of Ash-the-flag and sent it to his mother, with the
letter “Dear Mom – have decided to give up Pokémon training – I find I’m a much
better public servant instead.”
The
ignoring came afterwards, for three weeks, until they were in the right place,
at the right time, and the fair had come to town. He had to win her three
stuffed Tentacool to even get a facial reaction.
Oh, he was
feeling guilty now, because, just like Tracey had lectured him about where
his morals and stuff had gone, you shouldn’t do that to a friend. Of course he
was guilty, but then, why should he take all of the blame? Brock had
egged him on, Lance had written the damned letter, and she was the one
who agreed! And it wasn’t his fault that his aunt had to go and croak
it. So who took the blame? Maybe his attempts were a little… unorthodox, but it
wasn’t his fault to begin with. When it all boiled down to it, he found only
one person to blame.
And it was not
himself… he just couldn’t think of a random name at present. It was his own
fault for being a Ketchum – well, that was just dandy. So, tracing back the
line of Ketchums he knew and could blame (that did not include his mother,
although she could have been more careful…), he came up with two.
His
great-great-great-great (trace back about ninety generations and you’re almost
there) grandfather and grandmother…
…or
himself. For not running off and marrying some feminist who claimed that him
trying to impose his surname on her was sexist and a travesty of justice, and
that he should take hers instead. Wait, did that mean it was his mother’s
fault?
Tracey
interrupted his little self-loathing (and pinning the blame) introspection. “Um…
Ash? What do you think she’s going to do now?”
Ash
shrugged. “Dunno. Ignore me for the rest of my life?” Tracey shrugged.
“Probably.
And she’ll probably turn your name to mud, burn effigies of you outside the
Cerulean Gym, turn all of her Pokémon against you and teach them to bite you in
the crotch at first sight.”
“You’ve
been speaking to her?”
“If you
can call the three brief sentences in between ‘I’m going to kill that-‘” Tracey
coughed politely, “then yes, I have been speaking to her. At great length.”
He shook his head. “I did-“
“Don’t.”
Shrugging,
Tracey scratched his head. “She’s really pissed at you, y’know… and… I think
she’s pretty hurt, too,” he said, quietly, before trying to bend a pencil
around his fingers.
Ash looked
puzzled. “Hurt? Why’s she hurt? She didn’t have a forest dumped on
her head.”
“Not that
type of hurt. Hurt as in, y’know, angry-hurt.” Ash’s blank look could have
beaten Psyduck’s. “Okay, you upset her. Cos she told you that she wouldn’t
and she’s angry about the fact that you tricked her into it.” Tracey
sighed. “And cos you were supposed to be her best friend, it’s even worse.
And cos you lied to her, and cos you got Lance to lie to her, and because to
Lance it was all a big joke and… well, you get the point. She’s pissed.”
Ash bit
his lip and frowned. “But I said I was sorry! I’m currently
Interflora’s number one customer cos I’m sorry! I can’t exactly do much else if
she won’t even talk to me on the phone, never mind answer my e-mail!”
Tracey
paused, then folded his arms. “Sometimes… these things are better direct.” he
said, watching Ash’s face twist into one of incomprehension, and then sighed,
before telling Ash exactly what to do.
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Lily took
one look at the familiar jacketed guy who had just crept into the gym, and
released an extremely pissed-off Dewgong. Well, next time you’re in the middle
of Resting, how would you like to be dumped on the floor? “Like, she doesn’t
want to see you, Ash. Can’t you like, get the message?” The guy didn’t
answer, instead, winter-gloved hands still covering his hooded face, and crept
towards the main doors to the left of the reception desk that was covered in
various displays of flowers, from roses and lilies to huge big exotic things
that tried to bite the heads of three rookies earlier that morning. Lily frowned,
“Like, didn’t you hear me? I said she doesn’t want to see you!” She
stepped over to block the doors, grabbed the guy’s hood and yanked it down.
And
screamed.
Daisy was
next in, finding her triplet cowering in the corner, pointing shakily at a pile
of fabric and trembling. “Like, what’s the problem?” she drawled
to her sister, who began stammering as a dark shadow began rising, as if on
cue, behind Daisy.
And then
Daisy screamed.
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From
his position halfway up a tree outside the Gym, Ash made frantic gestures to
where Noctowl was sitting in a tree opposite, while trying to shin his way up
to the next branch without losing an eye. He sighed disgustedly to himself. “I can’t believe I’m twenty-four and climbing trees
to a girl’s window… S’like out of a crappy romance or something…” he muttered, wincing suddenly as a bare winter
branch tried to make its way up his left nostril. If he was right – which
wasn’t often, he noted dejectedly, Misty’s window was right above this tree. A
third set of screaming diverted his attention, and he grinned, gripping tightly
to the tree trunk with one arm, and recalling Noctowl with the other. The light
in the window above him clicked on, and he saw a shadow moving across the
ceiling, the door opening and then closing. All he had to do now, was…
Get
to the top of this damned tree.
Which,
surprisingly, he did with ease, although not without scratches and a very
inquisitive twig trying to go places no other twig had gone before. Ash hid
just below the window, and peeked through. She was still gone, and it was
definitely her room. Aside from the obvious sign – a large Togetic sitting on
the blue-covered bed in the middle of the room, there was a dartboard with a magazine
cutout of him attached – and with darts firmly lodged in his nose. A few
Tentacool plushies were dotted about, and a large box of chocolates were
balanced on her pillow, next to a remote control. Shadows from a TV set blared
in the light. He chuckled. This was almost too easy. Reaching out, he
felt down the sides of the window, and tried to force it open with his
fingernails. She’d always had a habit of sleeping with the window open – even
just a bit, so maybe…
Kuso.
She’d locked it. He scrabbled his fingers around the ledge looking for another
way in, failed, and flopped back onto the branch. Which broke. Shrieking like a girl, he grabbed onto the
branch above, clung to it like a sloth and watched the offending branch flap
about in the wind brokenly until it fell off and was tousled down the garden.
Slightly worried, because he was a Pokémon Master and didn’t get worried by
climbing a tree in the middle of a storm; he looked back at the window, and
realized that he was in full view. So if she came back, he was pretty much
screwed.
So
he had to get inside ASAP. Beckoning Noctowl over with his left arm, and
waiting until Noctowl perched elegantly on his outstretched forearm, he asked
the owl-like Pokémon to ‘do something psychic’ to open the window.
Closing
his eyes, Ash heard the humming of kinesis over the quickly increasing wind,
and felt the deep sound rattle through his body, through his bones, and through
the branch he was perched precariously on a la Ranma. He heard the rattling of
Misty’s bedroom window, and winced as he felt Noctowl’s sharp talons dig into
the flesh of his forearm as the Pokémon increased his concentration. The sound
of glass scraping mixed with the sound of crashing winds; frantic branches
mixed with Noctowl’s concentrated growl.
Then
silence. Meekly, Ash opened one eye, then the other.
“Noctowl… can’t you do it?” he asked, on seeing that Misty’s glass window was
perfectly in place. Noctowl cooed angrily, ruffled his feathers and turned his
head away. Puzzled, Ash blinked, and then returned his gaze to the window.
Which
now had a huge, thumping great crack down the middle. “Oh noooooooo…” The glass split a little way again, making four
perfect squares in the pane, which split into more little squares, and again,
and again, until the clear glass turned to a greenish opaque with the cracks in
the glass, and then…
…collapsed
in on itself, shattering inside the Gym, scaring Togetic into making frightened
“tic! Tic!” noises and the door to the bedroom swinging open,
revealing four Cerulean Gym leaders, each armed with baseball bats. Ash cowered
under his hands, and tried to make himself as inconspicuous as a human sitting
on a winter tree branch right in front of a window can be. He didn’t hear
anything for a moment, and he assumed that either they were searching the room,
or staring at him. Just as he was about to confess, a high-pitched scream broke
out.
“Like, it’s a ghost! We’re haaaaaunteeeeed!” And Ash peeked through his hands to watch the older
sisters run screaming. Fun. He watched Misty obsessively, cringing when she
turned towards the window, and relaxing when she looked away. He watched her
brow furrow in concentration as she tried to step barefooted over the glass by
her window, and he tried to blend in with the tree as much as possible,
including sticking one hand out to the side and stretching his fingers out to
resemble twigs and branches, and twisting his other hand around and pressing it
as much into the bark of the trunk as possible, silently praying that maybe his
tanned skin was dark enough to blend in. When Misty stuck her head out of the
window, he thought that the game was up. He really did. When she looked down
from the window, then she looked up – straight at him. But maybe being pregnant
had dulled her senses, because she looked left, and down, then back to him,
then right, and down again. He watched her shrug her shoulders, still with a
puzzled frown etched onto her face, and as she turned away, he let out a sigh
of relief.
Only
it wasn’t exactly a sigh. More of a ‘hoo’ noise. A loud noise. And, of
course (because Kaz ain’t getting *nowhere* with Ash sitting off in a tree), it
would be the exact moment the wind decided to drop.
^.~
Very,
very slowly, Misty turned around. Her eyes bored holes through him, and
he grinned and waved weakly. “Um…
nice night out here, huh?”
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“Aw, come on, are you going to make me sit out here
all night?” whined Ash, still Ranma-sitting
on the branch, glancing hopefully at the window, which was slowly and
painstakingly being repaired, tiny-piece by tiny-piece by Togetic.
“I’m not making you do anything. You wanted
to climb trees, Mankey-boy, you can stay in them.” she replied haughtily, keeping her eyes on the TV
and away from the billowing lilac curtain.
Ash
scowled at the curtain blocking his view of her. “Are you still mad at me?” he
asked, and then narrowly avoided the large, knee-high stiletto boot that was
skilfully thrown at him. “Okay,
so you are… are you less mad at me? Misty?” He knelt up precariously on the branch. “Come on, you can’t stay mad at me forever…”
“I can try.”
“Pleeeeeeease just talk to me?” he wheedled, wrapping his arms around himself in
the cold air. “Aw,
c’mon, I’m freezing my ass off here!”
“Good for you.”
she replied. “And no.”
“But-“
“Go home, Ash.”
Ash
paused, thinking of the best counter he could use when she was in a mood like
this. “No.” he blurted stoutly, widened his eyes at his
foolishness, and cringed, awaiting the sudden pressure of something resembling
a brick smashing into his head and the blissful feeling of unconsciousness.
However, nothing happened, except Togetic fusing one tiny square of glass to
the other. “Misty,
I’m not leaving!” he yelled again, and
peered at the window, hoping for any sign of life, even a particular fingered
gesture. “Seriously, I’m not
going! So… when did Togepi evolve?” He
paused, scratching his head. “Some
time last week? Oh, cool.” All of a sudden, he
realized how the concept of having a conversation with yourself could be so… irritating…
“So anyway, how’ve you been? My
mom reckons that she’s got this herb growing in her garden that’s good for… um…
y’know… pregnant stuff. You want some?” He
paused again, both to listen for any reaction and to think of some other random
comments. “’Kay, I can pass it in
tomorrow. Um… ah, the hell with this. Misty, either you let me in or I’m coming
in.” The threat was left hanging in
the air until Misty effectively answered with a bunch of flowers to his face. “Heyyyy, so you did get them! Did you like
them?” Another bunch caught him in the
chest. “Hey, come on. Quit
throwing things at me and we can talk things out.”
Togetic
shook his head slowly in response.
Ash
scowled. “Oh that’s mature.
Playing Chinese Whispers with Togetic. Y’know, I can’t even be sure that you’re
up there!” he pushed, slowly standing up
on the tree branch so that he could see everything in her room…
…and
got a large Tentacool plushie in his face. “Yeah,” he agreed with himself, “really mature.”
He straightened himself up so that he could look as imposing as someone
standing precariously on a tree-branch with a plushies-throwing pregnant
psychopath after his blood could look. “Misty, I swear, if you don’t talk to me, I’ll…” He paused. What would be an appropriate threat?
Bugs were a no-no. She’d kill him without batting an eyelid anyway. And carrots
and peppers were both out of reach and hardly terrifying when just there
on their own… so… aside from snoring, what did she always try to stop him
doing?
Drinking?
Nah. Where would he get a bottle of tequila at the top of a tree? And besides,
she’d probably find him falling drunkenly out of a tree funny.
Dancing?
Again, the point of dancing himself out of a tree?
…singing?
Bingo.
“Misty, if you don’t talk to me, I’ll sing!”
No
reply, though Togetic, still fixing the window, looked mildly terrified.
“Don’t believe me? Well…” he cleared his throat and quickly thought of the
first song words that came to mind. “Um…” He cleared his throat again, and then sang. Completely
off-key and out of tune, mind you, so it was a pretty damned good impression… “When the visions around yoooooou… bring tears to
your eyes… and all that surrounds yoooooou… are secrets and liiiiiiiiiiies…
I’ll be your streeeength, I’ll give you hoooooope…” Somewhere along the way, the entire feline
population of Cerulean City decided to join Ash as a chorus line. “’Til the day my life is throooooough… this I
promise yoooooou” And so it went on, for
the next ten he could think of, including a rendition of “Tooku Made”, “YMCA”
(dance routines included) and, scarily, “Sakura Saku”. And then, finally…
“Aaargh, all right, all right! Just
quit singing, damn you!”
Ash
grinned.
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Okay, so he
wasn’t allowed past the window-ledge, in case he was needed (or ordered,
kicked, etc. etc) to ‘vacate’ the room, but he could see her, and therefore, he
knew that he’d at least get a warning should she decide to chuck stuff at him
again. He felt very nervous. He could see in her eyes that she was angry –
there was a blue fire he’d seen a lot burning, and her cheeks were pinker than
usual, though… according to TV, that was a pregnant thing. Didn’t girls always
glow when they were knocked up? He wanted to say things to her, but whether to
say that he was sorry first, or to ask how she was, or… what? “Um…” Skilful opening, right? Be
direct, but nice. Direct but nice, direct but nice, um… “So how long before you get fat?” A plant pot missed him by
millimetres. “Waaaa, I’m sorry, um… I’m
sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry, you’re not fat, I meant, um… I’m sorry and I love
you and pleeeease don’t throw anything else at me!” he pleaded under his
cowering hands. “Honest, I’m sorry, I
never wanted you to find out like that, I just-“
“Wanted to tell me once the baby was
born before I could do anything about it?” she snapped, glowering
at him angrily, fists clenched at her sides. She really was angry with him…
“No, I just-“ He paused as something
she’d just said hit him. “…what do you
mean, ‘before you could do anything about it’? You’re… you’re not thinking of
getting rid of it… are you?” He bit
his lip. He couldn’t let her… she couldn’t… she wouldn’t…
To
his relief, she shook her head. “No.
It’s not the baby’s fault I was dumb enough to believe you.” And that remark hurt, because she was his best
friend.
“Misty, I’m sorry, honest.” He shook his head slightly. “I dunno, I just…” Okay, how did he put that he was after his
inheritance in a nice way? “…are
you still going to hit me?” he asked, flinching when
she picked up a plushies from the floor and set it on her bed, before sitting
next to it.
To
his surprise, she shook her head. “Nah.” she said, but… she didn’t sound so angry anymore.
She sounded really upset…
Duh,
clever, Ash, he told himself. She just found out you knocked her up on purpose,
what’s she gonna do, the Macarena? Course she’s going to be upset. Jerk. He
frowned sadly. He was a jerk… “Misty, I’m sorry,” he
said softly, cautiously approaching her and nervously sitting by her. “I know I’m a jerk, but I’m really sorry.” He creased his brow in worry when she refused to
meet his gaze; she was turned away from him, looking so small compared to him…
and compared to the confidant impression she usually gave, but now she was
almost cowering from him, hands firmly wrapped around her stomach and not
speaking. Biting his lip, he tried to turn so he could catch her eye, but still
keep sitting next to her. Kneeling was for pussies and romantics – not him. If
she didn’t look at him, she wouldn’t believe him – that was what he reckoned. “Come on… can’t we-“
She
swung around to face him, and he was stunned to see that she was crying...
“Don’t you dare say
‘forget about it’!” she yelled, so forcefully
that Ash instinctively raised his hands in both surrender and defence.
“I wasn’t going to,” he replied. “Cos… well, you can’t, can you?”
He could feel a major migraine coming on, and buried his head in his hands,
irritated. “I was
going to say, ‘can’t we work something out?’ cos I don’t wanna be fighting all
the time with you.”
“Then what did you want?” she asked, and she was trying to put on a strong
front, he knew, but that didn’t veil the tears in her voice, and she wiped her
face roughly.
He
shook his head, “I dunno!
I… guess I didn’t plan that far ahead or something.” Which was true. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t
start planning now… it was just a case of what to plan first.
She
was shaking her head. “What
did you think people would think? That we were stupid and had some one-night
stand and I got pregnant? Or that we were having some secret relationship? Cos
the whole of Kanto seems to know that I’m single, you’re single and there’s no way
I can hide a baby.” she told him, making a
pointed gesture to her petite figure. Something she said had stuck a sudden
chord in Ash, however, and it was taking him a while to think it through.
Nothing new there, then. And she’d turned her back on him and seemed to be willing Togetic to hurry up and repair the window so that she could shove him out of it. And then, as though something had finally knocked the missing cog in his brain into place, Ash had an idea.
“Say… Misty…?”
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(I was thinking of being really evil and leaving the
part there, but FF.Net is down as I write this, and I have nothing else to do.
^^’)
“WHAT?!”
Togetic
gave a worried glance to his perdy window and then another at mommy, who was
currently defying all natural laws and making a chocolate box look extremely threatening.
Ash had fallen off the bed with the force of her yell, and was cowering
slightly from where she stood over him, making threatening gestures with an
orange-crème thing. “M-misty,
come on, put the chocolate down…
“Are you nuts?!” she yelled, stamping her foot, and rattling the
half-completed windowpane dangerously.
Ash
tried to pacify her, “Mist,
come on, we’ve done it before! In fact, you’re there every weekend!” he stammered pathetically, keeping his eyes on her
like a deer in the headlights, waiting for the familiar movement that came
seconds before she knocked six dents into his head with her mallet. “Look, just trial it out! You never know what
might happen until you try!”
“I’m not moving in with you, I’m not pretending to
be your secret girlfriend, and you can go now.” She pointed to the window to punctuate her
sentence, and Togetic frowned.
Ash
tried to protest. “Misty,
come on, it won’t be for long!”
“Nine months.”
“You’re complaining about that? We
spent seven years travelling together!”
“That didn’t mean we shared a bed,
Ash!”
Ash
looked puzzled. “Huh?
What are you talking about, you’ll get your own room!” he said, scratching his head as she tried to push
him towards the window. Misty sighed.
“Ash, how many bedrooms are there in your house?” she asked slowly.
He
frowned deeper. “Two,
why?”
“One bedroom is yours, right?”
“Yeah…?”
“And you have one spare room,
right?”
“Uh-huh…”
“So where will the baby sleep?”
“In the spare room.”
“And where will I sleep?”
“In my room.”
“And where will you sleep?”
“In…” Ash paused. “Ohhh… Now I get it.” Then
he shrugged. “So?”
Misty
scowled dangerously, and, one hand around her stomach, forcibly pushed him
towards the window, causing Togetic to run scared to the other side of the room
and hide behind the wardrobe. “Out,” she ordered, jabbing him in the chest with her
finger. “Brock will marry a Joy,
Gary will admit publicly he’s gay, and Hell will freeze over before I
sleep in the same bed as you.”
“Can I get that in writing?” he asked eagerly, trying to walk so that she ended
up retracing her steps away from the window before she could shove him out of
it. She nodded, suddenly somewhat shaky, and urged him out of the window. “…are you okay?”
he asked, concerned, taking a step forward, and promptly being shoved out of
the way and into the dresser as Misty made a run to the window, stuck her head
out and-
“Omigod, like, eeeeeeew! That’s so totally gross!” Misty gave Daisy’s prized window box a new colour
scheme. Ash winced his brown eyes sympathetically, and rubbed her back gently.
“You okay now?”
he asked when she finally pulled her head back inside and wiped her mouth on
her sleeve. She pulled a face at the taste in her mouth and his question, and
Ash cast his eyes about the room for something useful. He handed her the box of
chocolates that was still sitting on the bed, and winced again when she darted
back to the window and heard Violet shrieking about how if she wanted stained
glass, she would pay for it. “Are you
okay?! If you’re sick, then maybe we should get you to a doctor-“ she cut him off by raising a pale hand.
“Morning sickness. It’s normal.” she told him, her voice still having traces of her
nausea and her face was a lot more pallid than usual.
“Morning sickness?!” Ash showed her his watch. “Misty, it’s eleven o’clock at night!” he exclaimed, eyes wide in disbelief.
“Whatever.” she
said tiredly, rubbing her eyes and yawning the way he teased her about being
kawaii. “Out. I need to sleep-“
“And now you’re sleeping for two.” he teased, unable to resist the opening.
Her
brow furrowed at the alien phrase, then she smiled slightly. “I suppose.”
“Or three. Or four!” Ash
grinned excitedly, “Hey,
you could have triplets and we could start our own basketball team!” He whooped and punched the air. “This is going to be cool!”
“Yeah,” she agreed, matching his grin with her own. “It will be cool… until I have to go
through twelve hours of labour getting out your baby who’s
probably inherited your huge head! Now get out!” she yelled, making a sudden about-face and shoving
him back towards the window.
“Hey, I do not have a huge head-“ he countered, then Ash paused by the window,
trainers cracking glass into the carpet underfoot, obviously thinking about
something. You could hear the cogs turning in his head if you listened hard
enough. “Misty… is this one of
those mood-swings that pregnant people have?”
“Get out! There is no way I am going to move
in with you!” she yelled, and skilfully (or it
might just have been brute force) sent him flying out of the window and back
into the tree with a pink and red mallet.
His
breath expelled violently when his spine slammed into the hard wood tree-trunk,
and, wincing as his back seemed to click totally out of joint, he
realized that the twig from before had returned. He shot up, lost his balance,
and clattered down until he hit the grass on his… rear. He caught Daisy’s angry
glare from the kitchen window, and in reply, he pulled down his eyelid and
stuck out his tongue. He looked at the window, which was rapidly being repaired
by Togetic. “Misty,
I’m not going until we sort this out!” he
yelled, glaring at the window as though it were her face. “Misty! Come on, I said I was sorry! Just
pleeeeeeease talk to meeee!” As he
continued to yell pleas up to where he was getting no response, and the window
was three-quarters repaired, a crowd began to gather around the Cerulean Gym,
mainly wondering why the Pokémon Master was standing outside in the freezing
cold yelling at a window at twenty to midnight. And where Ash lacks in
intelligence, he makes up for in tactics. “Misty, come on, I love you!” he
yelled, “We can talk this
through, can’t we? I mean,” he looked furtively at
the crowd, who looked very interested at the fact that the single
Pokémon Master was confessing his love for a Gym Leader, “We’ve been dating six months, are you just going
to throw that away?” The crowd gasped. Ash
grinned. Daisy, Lily and Violet burst out of the front doors of the Gym and
looked stunned.
“You’ve been dating-“ Daisy.
“-our baby sister-“ Violet.
“-for SIX MONTHS?!” Aaaaand Lily.
“Why were we not informed?!” all three shrieked, horrified at the prospect of
losing so much gossip. Ash cast a glance up to the now fully repaired window
where he could see a pair of fluffy slippers being kicked lazily in the air.
“Well…” And
Ash paused, trying to think up a logical excuse he could use quickly. “Well, y’know, we… er…” Daisy suddenly began to coo.
“Like, omigod, you wanted to keep it a secret, right?” she squealed, and the other two triplets squealed
too. The crowd began to mutter about the fact that the Pokémon Master had been
carrying on behind the public’s back. “Like, that is totally romantic!” she cooed.
“Totally!” Lily
agreed, and Violet ran into the Gym.
Ash
looked puzzled, then shivered slightly in the cold. “Where’s she goin’?” he
asked, before he found Daisy shoving him towards his car.
“Just get in your car, get the heating on, and open
the back door, ‘kay?” And she was gone before
Ash could even ask why. Of course, he wasn’t going to argue – if Daisy was even
half of what Misty was like pissed off, then he was pretty much dead. So he did
what he was told. He jumped into the front seat, turned the heating on full
blast because outside was freezing, and opened the lock for the back
door, but kept his finger on the auto-lock just in case. He kept his eyes on
the doorway to the Cerulean Gym warily, keeping his ears as alert as they could
be over the whooshing of the heating fans, and lo and behold, the sound of
breaking glass could be heard from the foyer. The crowd parted, and started to
disperse. And four Cerulean Gym Leaders walked out, three looking very pleased
for themselves, and one… being carried kicking and screaming, not looking
pleased at all.
“Like, Misty, will you just calm down? You’re totally
messing up my hair!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Remind me
to fix it for your funeral! Now put me down!”
Daisy
tutted fractiously, “Little
sister, you should totally be thanking us! I mean, usually Lily would take him
for herself, but, y’know, we’re being charitable for a change.”
“Hey!” Lily protested, “That was one time only, and besides, Misty didn’t like that
Rudy guy anyway.”
“Why should I be thanking you?! I TOLD YOU why I’m
not speaking to him, and there is no way in hell that I am going home with
him!”
“Like, Misty,”
Violet interjected, “that’s
like, the lamest dumping excuse we’ve ever heard! Come on, he’s the father of
your baby, and you two totally make a cute couple!” In the confines of his car, Ash pulled a face. “You can’t seriously expect us to believe that a
guy as nice as Ash is got you pregnant for a pay-off.” Ash winced. He could hear Misty’s growl from across
the car park. Daisy, Lily and Violet quickened their pace until they reached
Ash’s car. Daisy opened the door; Lily and Violet chucked her across the back
seat, and slammed the door shut. Ash locked the door. “And baby sis’, you should totally calm down
– you don’t want to get veins on your butt like Daisy, and it’s not good for
the baby.”
“I don’t have veins on my butt!” Daisy squealed, embarrassed, and clamped her hands
to her rear.
In
the back of the car, Ash could see that Misty’s hair was tousled and that her
eyes were burning angrily. She glared at him. “Open the door, Ash.” she
growled, cracking her knuckles menacingly. Togetic appeared next to her on the
seat, curled up and fell asleep.
“Not until we talk.”
She
scowled at him again and watched her sisters flouncing off discussing Daisy’s
rear and whether they were veins or ‘contemporary tattoos’. “Open the window, then.”
He
shook his head. “No,
because I know you too well, and you’ll try to get out.”
She
turned puppy-dog eyes on him, though he could still see her face burning with
rage. “Just a little? I need to
tell my sisters something.” Ash looked apprehensive.
She
increased her kawaii-eyes attack.
He
gave in, as per usual. He opened the window slightly, enough so that she could
yell but not enough that she could get out. “Daisy! Violet! Lily!” she
screamed; her sisters turned away from their squabble near the entrance and
looked over to where Misty was yelling from Ash’s car. “You’re all thirty and single and you’ll never get
another date because you’ve got bigger asses than the entire Japanese Sumo
team!” She heard Violet’s enraged
shriek with a satisfied smirk on her face. Ash closed the window, and then got
a smack to the head. “So
talk.”
He
grinned at her in the rear-view mirror, noting the bunny-co-ordinated pyjamas
she was wearing. “Not here.” he said, grinning at the fact that he’d beaten her
and the look on her face. “Now put
your seatbelt on like a good girl!” he
cooed, missing her slipper being hurled at him, and he picked it up and locked
it in the glove compartment. He started the car and drove towards the
Cerulean-Pallet motorway.
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[A/N]
…bloody hell! I only wanted that to be 5000 at the most, now it’s over 5,900!
XD
Anyway…
it’s up, and because the site was down, it couldn’t be up for my two-year-old
thingy here. I’m two! *squeal* Yayayayay! And I finished my exams on that day
too! Ah, how I shall always celebrate the 18th of June… Whoop! All
reviews welcome, nice and nasty, and *definitely* C+C.
Yay!
Um,
does anyone want me to do a little alert thingy for when I update this? If you
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Kaz
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