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HEART OF A FREIND
Title: The heart of a friend
Author: Jennifer
e-mail: Pokemon0fanfiction@mailcity.com
AOL Instant messages: FoneManiac
Category: General/Romance
To: Crossroads downunder: what can I say? You have Pokemon from
Romances to Porno's. Hate to jealousy. Everyone has a wide variety! (So to
speak!)
To: Padmenab14/Erika: your threats and attempts to make me stop
failed and helped me to do better than what I could do, really, thank you.
*To: Pokemon Zero: thank you for making me apart of your website I
dedicate this to you especially. You have made up my mind for me not
letting go. Even if Pokemon Zero has grown an awful lot. Since the beginning
it's been the website.
To: My Mom: she always pointed something out after it was posted.
**To: Stephanie A: Welcome back and welcome home. You knew you could
stay away from this place.
****To: Pokemon: all these stories were made for you, use them.
Notes: This story I don't know if it is an AAMRN. This is a sad
story.... I don't know if you will cry ***sniff***sniff*** I did. Enough of
my mushy
'thank you's' let get to the good stuff!
* * *
The sky was gray. It threatened to pour, or to snow. But they
still trudged on, to stubborn to wait for a clear day maybe, or they just
wanted the thrill of adventure. Never know that those few precious days
would
be their last. They headed up mountains. Jackets to Jackets and hats to
hats. Ash would turn red if Misty caught him turning up his 'unmentionables'
to a higher level of warmth. Shirt after shirt, socks after socks, and yes,
mittens to mittens.
They trudged on unwilling to turn back. And to stubborn to deny
the thought from the pit of their stomach's that lurked. Brock and Pikachu
stayed back. They had a brain. Misty and Ash of course did have a brain, but
they didn't use it as often as the next kid on the block did. Still they
trudged on not bearing the admits of defeat. Not yet but soon it will
happen...
Somewhere into the mountains came a cry. They couldn't judge on
which Pokemon it was but it didn't matter. They had two deeds to full fill.
One: To get that crystal that was worth millions to Professor Oak.
And second: To stay alive.
But only Misty and Ash were dead set on going to get it. To make a dear
friend (Professor Oak) who was on his lasts gasps of breaths to smile.
It was so cold. But neither one admitted it. Deathly cold as any
second now they would see a frozen body of a Pokemon or worse, a human
being. But they still trudged on not talking that much only to say: "I think
we
turn this way; or "Can we rest for a second?" The wind was atrocious it was
so strong a Fearow would be left with envy. They left all their Pokemon at
home. They didn't want their Pokemon to die in this cold weather.
They finally found the entrance to the cave. There was no wind
but it was even colder than the outside was. Because of the windless bitter
tunnels. When they were far enough in the cave they mutually decided to stop
for
the night. Blushing as they turned their backs to each other to change. They
couldn't make a fire, fear of getting it out of control stopped them.
After hours of uncertain boredom they went to sleep. Their stomach's empty
because the food was to frozen to eat. Misty fell asleep first, but her body
told how she really felt being there. Misty kept telling Ash she was fine
and
warm. But when she laid in her sleeping bag. Using her bag as a pillow she
shook more than a person normally would in this type of situation. Ash
couldn't help it to look at her while she slept. Her body trembling despite
that
she was wearing three sweaters. Ash finally couldn't take it anymore and
walked briskly to the corner of the cave which she laid. He shook her awake.
She woke up with a low cold sounding cry.
"Come on, sleep with me, two bodies in a bag will warm us both up
enough to sleep in comfort." He mumbled in her ear. She nodded her head but
made no attempts to get up. She was shaking so hard he had to unzip her bag
and
carried her silently to his side of the cave. He quietly thanked his Mom
for buying a two body sleeping bag.
(Flash back)
"So when you get big and strong it won't feel so small!" His Mom
whispered to him in the store when he was seven. How he loved his Mom
she was a very strong and willful woman, despite the pain in her life.
Ash was still angry with his Dad about leaving them when Ash was
only six. Leaving Ash to have Professor Oak to be his male model. That's why
he was so dead set about finding the crystal. It was for his father.
(You know what I mean he started calling Professor Oak his Dad but
not out loud...get it?)
Gary turned mean when he turned nine. He became the hoodlum of
Pallet. Riding his bicycle he was so proud of down the street honking
that damn horn of his. Gary and Ash use to best friends of the best. But
when
Gary turned nine and Ash was still eight. Gary turned into his evil twin.
He use to remember the fun they'd always had up in the tree
house in the woods. They would make forts and terrorize the girls who wanted
to
play 'house' in the tree house they had made themselves (Ash and Gary.) All
those water balloons...when they got to spend the night they always peed in
their pants because of the unfamiliar sounds the woods made so they got them
both spooked. But when Gary turned nine. He put a lock on the tree house
claiming to be his. He did invite girls. God knows what they did. Gary
became a
man at age nine. Ash hated him for it.
Ash never got over it. He then never made friends easily. But
when Ash turned ten he became friendly and nice all over again. Yet, he
still
hated his dad. The sorrow and pain that had caused him over the five
years of his absence made a big difference at home. He remembered the day
his dad
left that cold day just like the one he was in right now....
He remembered the screams the shouts every single word said during the
argument. He even heard things that he only yet to understand at the
young age of six. He was mature for his age, well, he used to be. But he
could
still hear the yells his Mom and Dad made.
"I don't see why I have to stay in this dump just because of our
son! I don't care what you think it's been my dream to have a journey of my
own.
Frankly, I don't care to see my boy grow up! I'll see him in the big
leagues!" His father cried to his Mom as he threw down a potted plant
with a sickening 'crunch.'
Ash was hanging on the stairs as he watch his parents fight. Both of
them were too entangled with their own disagreement to see him. He watched
the plant fall into a thousand of little pieces.
there goes my heart' Ash thought.
"You've got to understand! You can't leave! Your our son's male model
he can't grow up without one!" His Mom cried.
"Find yourself a new one I'm out of here." With a slam of the door
Ash's father walked out. Never to be seen by Ash's own pair of eyes again.
For one week Ash's Mom didn't come out of her bedroom...
(End flashback)
Ash shook his head to get the terrible thoughts and memories out of
his mind. He made a silent prayer to God to keep himself and Misty safe. He
took off a couple of the sweaters so she would be so uncomfortable while
they
slept. But the later it got the more cold it became. Ash found himself
putting his arms around Misty for his own warmth as well as her own. He
was finally getting to sleep when he heard her whisper to him.
"Are we going to die, Ash?" They were facing each other as she
carefully opened her sea-blue eyes. "Are we going to freeze to death?" She
almost
mouthed. She was still to frozen to move. Ash shook his head.
"No, were not going to die, not if I can help it. We're going to
live through this, together." She gave a quick smile and Ash gently pressed
his lips to her forehead. Feeling with his lips he also realized how hot she
was at the same time. He knew she was sick, and she was getting sicker but
the minute. He had to get up and make a fire. If it got out of control he
would just grab her and run out into the blizzard. He had to treat her with
care.
If Brock was here he would take care of her. But he already knew what
was wrong with her. She had gotten hypothermia.
"This is all my fault I shouldn't have let her come." He muttered to
himself.
'I have to keep her awake. She can't slip into unconscious.' He
thought. But he was too late. Not for Misty to die though, not yet, however.
Misty slept into a deep dream which she knew she was being visited by an
evil
force...
*** In Misty's Dream ***
She was standing in a room. She couldn't make out the room
because it didn't even feel like she was standing on anything. She could
feel
someone's else's presence but she didn't know where or who. The room was
pitch
black. No windows to show it was day or night but she could feel the
coldness;
so she knew it was night.
"What do you want?" She cried out. She could hear the faint sound of
breathing of the unknown person. A spot of light appeared and the man
stepped into the light. She couldn't recognize the face of the man. But
as far as she knew he was a man. He was dressed in a black cloak, with a
hood that covered the most of his face.
The man scared her. She could only make out an evil smile that was
on his lips and a firm chin under the sly grin. She was afraid.
"What do you want from me?" She asked utterly calm. His smile grew
inches as he lifted one of his bony fingers at her.
"You." He told her in a cracked voice.
"Me?" She squeaked. "Why do you want me?"
"You knew this day was coming it was just a matter of time when you
found him. You should have thought that the last time you've met me. Your
about to die. I want to take you to hell." His voice was like a cat yowling
into
the night with strep throat.
"Yes, I remember. But I was young I was only eight when I
did that! Ignorance is the key here! I didn't know any better!
I'm not going to die. I don't want to die. I do have so much to live
for, Ash included. Let me live long enough for him to know! Please!" She was
crying now not knowing if he had a heart because people who went to hell
didn't and she didn't want to be one of them.
The man thought about it for a second bringing his bony fingers up to
his chin and stroked it as if he was thinking hard. The cloaked man tossed a
finger in frustration. (Well, not literally.)
"The past is the past, but that was a permanent promise, choices,
choices, and get ready to pay. Life is a game Misty, and you lost." Misty
nodded
her head in agreement.
She was sobbing now. Knowing he had already agreed.
"Fine, on one condition. You can't kiss him. He can't kiss you. If
he kisses you he dies too. If you kiss him you'll die immediately. But you
will die after you tell him. At the next stroke of midnight you die." He
turned to walk away. But she wasn't finished with her questioning.
"Wait! What about it? Am I going to hell?" She asked, still
quivering at the thought.
"Maybe." He grumbled.
He snapped his fingers as he disappeared and she awoken.
Being handled by Ash.
"Misty wake up. Your sick I need to take care of you and at the same
time keep myself and you awake." He had his hand around her waist
positioning
her up next to the fire.
"I'm going to die." She muttered unintentionally to him.
"What? Such nonsense, of course not, your not going to die. I wont
you let you." He determined.
"Oh Ash," She gushed putting her arms around him. Feeling his
warmth. He swept her in his arms not knowing this would be the last night
together.
"Ash, I have to tell you something. I know I am not really wanting to
tell you this because of what will come after it but I just want to tell
you,
I love you. I know I don't have any longer to live." She told him. Losing
all energy making him immediately put his arms around her waist again and
neck to support her.
"What are you talking about? You have to live. After this we're
going to get married, a-aand have kids. Start a gym on our own. Be happy!
Because I love you too!"
He stumbled, hot tears stung his eyes. He leaned over for a kiss. She
quickly backed away as far as she could go, considering she was in his
arms. Her cheeks soaked in her tears. He looked confused but quickly his
face
saddened.
"Why can't I kiss you?" He asked.
"You can't, and I can't explain." She looked at his watch on his
wrist. 11:58 PM it read. The time was soon. It was less that two minutes
before
she earth. God knows where she was going to go. She was scared, how would
Ash handle it? What if he went suicide? Everyone would be devastated! It
didn't matter now. They were together, for the last time. She looked up at
him
and kissed him. They kissed as they've never kissed anyone before. It was
like them joining as one. When the broke Ash realized she was dead.
"Misty? Misty?! Misty! Wake up please!" He begged as he held the
lifeless girl in his arms.
He didn't know she was barely alive, and fighting.
He kissed her, on the lips saying a silent good-bye. He felt tired,
so suddenly. He barely had enough strength to pick Misty up and lay her in
his sleeping bag and put himself in and fell asleep. Taking his last breaths
of air. He silently murmured.
"See you soon, Misty" Knowing what was to become.
You look around the cave and look at their possessions. A silent
dying fire. A tin can with frozen food inside it. A small red backpack with
one strap. Inside it was a teddy bear and one pair of extra clothes and a
blanket and loose change at the bottom. In his bag he has a marker, extra
pair
of socks, unmentionables and a picture of his Dad and Mom and him. Together
as a family, the last picture taken before it all happened. Then the
sleeping
bag, one empty and another one just the same, empty with life.
Even though they were young they had learned the one lesson in life.
No one would ever forget.
The heart of a friend.
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