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Chapter 6-
Misty new life was dull and boring. Mostly, she walked the forest
looking for lakes or ponds. She would often fish out for new pokémon,
but would rarely find anything. After a year of aimless travel, she slowly
started to go into the cities more often. Seeing all the people walking
the malls with their families got her to think about her family.
She thought about her family, and all the ones she left, all
the ones that loved her. She would sometimes write to them. But for some
reason she just didn’t want to think about Ash. All the thoughts her mother
put through her head, all the things she heard about what happened to her
sisters, everything that related to boys who left their mates confused
her beliefs with her feelings, and tried to convince her that Ash was gone,
and her new life had nothing to do with him.
She had no clue of to how much that assertion was wrong.
On one day, she saw many people huddled around the side of a
building, where a man stood on a small platform. In one hand, he held a
small object. He appeared to be a salesman, but he was wearing what sort
of looked like a lab jacket. Maybe it was just a gimmick, making people
think he wasn’t a salesman. People trying to sell stuff needed a
lot of stuff to influence people to buy. It’s pretty hard to convince
someone that what they have will be used for years to come, with all the
new electronics.
Still curious, she stood behind the crowd, easily looking over
the younger kids who had started their pokémon journey and would
bite at any offer that crossed their brow. Misty had grew to the age of
17, even though she still looked about two years younger. She felt ashamed
as she realized that the ones that gathered around the man were very young,
and while she knew that the man was probably a fake, she also saw that
the man didn’t have many props, and all he was standing on was some wood
that was stacked together. Anyone trying to gyp you a deal would have more
flashy backgrounds.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I come from the town of pallet to bring
to you news of a new invention. In my hand, I conceal a pokédex.
It has information on all of the pokémon currently known to exist
today." Misty had to struggle to hold back a slight laughter. She didn’t
believe something that was only the palm of her hand could hold all that
info.
As the talk on the new invention went on, Misty realized that
the man wasn’t a fake. He had many people come up and try it out. Even
Misty was impressed. The strange part was that the man didn’t have any
to sell. He just walked from place to place to show people the "next wave"
of pokémon training.
After the crowd had slowly set off, and the man started packing
up, Misty walked with the few who were staying to talk with him. She really
wanted one, but saw all the other people and realized her chances were
small. She would find where the place is, and would immediately go there.
She would imagine what people would think if she had a pokédex.
She thought about the people gathering around her, as she showed it off.
From all the greed, she didn’t even realize that the dance where
she first met the one she hated and loved was in the same small town of
the laboratory she was traveling to.
Misty made her way through the entrance to the town, surprised
by how small it was. Even the smallest of towns could have the greatest
of achievements. She was easily able to spot the towering laboratory over
the still houses.
She was very surprised that there was barely any crowd. A product
like that could have people in a line stretching a mile long. There was
only about 20 or so people waiting in line to get more info. They knew
that they weren’t going to get one, but they all sure wished they could.
Misty walked into the line, only to realize that the line wasn’t
going anywhere. No one was getting inside the lab. But, maybe it was opening
soon. She didn’t get the chance to find out.
One of the boys in the line seemed to catch her eye. He looked
so familiar from the back, with his hair and his jacket. She couldn’t quite
put her finger on it, but she knew him from somewhere. She thought that
it could be someone she just saw somewhere, as while she was going through
her years of loneliness, she still did enjoy the company of boys, even
though she never got it that much.
Suddenly, the boy turned around, only to reveal what had been
coming to Misty ever since she walked into the town. It was Ash. She almost
didn’t realize him. Once she got a good long look, she easily identified
him, even though the years she hadn’t been with him left him completely
different. Misty slowly got out of line and walked away, hoping that Ash
didn’t see her. She wasn’t ready for a confrontation with him, and wondered
if she ever would be.
She slowly walked into the woods, trying not to gain any attention,
knowing full well if she did that Ash would probably spot her. Unbeknownst
to her, it was too late.
"Misty?" Misty stopped dead in her tracks. Even though the years
had brought Ash’s voice deeper, she could still recognize it was him. She
turned around and saw the expected sight. Ash was standing there, smiling.
He started walking towards her. "Misty, you…"
He was interrupted by an almost frightened Misty. "Don’t you
dare come a step closer Ash Ketchum." She had no clue what she was doing.
She hadn’t had enough time to think about what she would say if they ever
met again.
Ash stopped, not because of command, but of confusion. "What?"
He asked, as he looked around a little. It appeared he didn’t plan for
this event either.
"You left me Ash. You left me for nothing. You were my life,
Ash. Then you left me. Did you have any clue what you were doing? You made
my life a living hell." Misty didn’t realize what she was saying. Once
again, her body was colliding feelings with thoughts. "Ash, I hate you.
You left me. You made me leave my family." Misty was breaking out in tears
now. She didn’t hate him, her mother did. She would’ve felt even worse
if she realized that.
"Misty, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have left you…" Ash tried
to plead his story, but couldn’t. Misty was so possessed with anger that
she didn’t realize what she was doing to Ash if Ash did still loved her,
which was the story exactly. Misty continued on.
"But you still left me. You left me with nothing but a note and
a stupid necklace." Misty barely was able to make out the words before
she almost couldn’t breath. She took the necklace that was around her neck
by the large heart and pulled it, almost till it broke. She finally reached
around, and undid the necklace, and threw it at Ash.
The necklace hit Ash in the chest. He looked down to catch it,
only to look back up at Misty walking away. He didn’t even try to talk
to her now. He let her go. He stayed there until he couldn’t hear her footsteps
anymore. Then, he walked back to his house, wishing God would strike him
dead all the way.
Misty just kept on walking. She expected to see Ash pop out from
behind a tree at any moment to beg for forgiveness. After her chest hurt
to the point where she couldn’t walk, she sat down against a tree, and
thought about what had just happened. She had lost control over herself.
She had no clue what was going on. If she loved Ash so much, why can’t
she admit it?
Misty knew that Ash wasn’t out of her life yet. Somehow she knew
that they would meet again, and if she ever did, he wouldn’t try to welcome
her back, thinking he would only get his hopes dropped again. She was right,
but that wouldn’t happen until Misty had finally discovered what had really
been bothering her all these years
