Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson Tears ❯ Aj ( Chapter 4 )

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Crimson Tears


James B. Hanchin
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Crimson Tears

Chapter 4- Aj



Disclaimers: I do not
and never will own Pokemon although I have tried like any kid should. Please do
not sue me. You will get less out of me then a collector's bin in Las Vegas. Any
songs that you recognize are not mine and the motto Misty tells Ash is from
Casper the first Movie.

List of Characters I own,

·
Jeffery Satioshi Ketchum (Ash's Father)

·
Sarah Waterflower (Misty's Mother)

·
Jacen Waterflower (Misty's Father)





Author's
Note: I
got this story idea when I was in the car traveling past the beautiful sequoia
trees. It was originally going to be called Casual Goodbyes and be a sweet
little love story for Ash and Misty but I got this fantastic idea that involved
a fiery red stone and a cute little music locket. So now it is a sweet AAMR
plus a lot of action. I do warn people, it is a bit sad. It does have deaths
that involve no returns. And I am perfectly sane; I have a wonderful family;
and I just wrote this for fun. I wasn't hyper either. Please do not flame me.
And if you have to, be gentle. I love tips and pointers on where to take a
story. Please do not try to correct my grammar; I will do it myself. It can not
be helped by you nagging me. I have almost all of this plotted out in my head
and the people who will die and survive are already mapped out. Except for one…
I do not want to hear any "kill Misty" things. That includes with all the
characters. Everything else, I except. Oh, and read Faith in a Child if you
haven't already. It's a 10/10.



The stars dotted the skies gleaming and shining each
uniquely. A soft wind from the north blew through the trees singing a eerie
tune on this beautiful night. The quiet loomed over the sleeping campsite. It
was well past midnight. The hot ambers of the fire had slowly died away long
ago and now all was left was the gray empty ash. Although it was deadly quiet,
one members of the group lay awake.

"Misty?" Ash asked nervously
praying she was awake, "Misty, you up?"

A slight yawn
indicated the young girl was still up but barely.

"I was worrying about the
tournament tomorrow. You know, against the Elite Four."

"Afraid?" Misty smirked slightly
turning over in her sleeping bag to face him.

Ash
striated up and glared at her,

"Am not."

"Then why would you still be
awake?" Misty smiled in a trivial mocking voice.

Ash didn't
answer. He turned and looked at the stars,

"Do you think I have a chance?"

Misty
looked shocked. All this time he was bragging about how long he had trained and
how he would beat everyone and now he was worried? Now he was looking at the
slim chances with a grim face when he always had a smirk.

"Of course Ash. You're really
talented. You should beat them easily."

"I don't think so." Ash smiled
shifting a bit to watch her out of the corner of his eye, "I mean, no one my
age has ever done it…Maybe I'm rushing…"

"Ash! You are such a idiot!"
Misty hissed, "You have worked all you're life for this moment! You shouldn't
back down now! Not when you are this close!
If I had thought you couldn't do it, would I still be rooting for you."

"Yes." Ash grinned.

Misty
frowned on how he took her encouragement. He flung back a insult. Like he
always does…

"You know my Dad was a Master,
Misty?" Ash said out of the blue.

Misty
looked a little taken aback,

"No, you never mentioned him
before."

"Never wanted to." Ash said
softly, his face somber.

"What, was he a bad father?"

"Na. He was the best anyone
could ever hope for… That's why I hate him."

Misty
blinked,

"How could you hate him if he
was perfect?"

Ash was
silent for a long time after this. Misty looked over at his face which was
streaked silver in the moon light. His eyes reflected the starry night in a
amber haze.

"Because he promised me…."

Misty
blinked. A silver tear slipped down his red cheek…He brushed it away….

"Promised you what?" Misty asked
curiously.

"A promise…that he will never
fulfill…He promised to watch the day I won a place in the inner circle…"

"Ash, I'm sure he'll be there
tomorrow…"

Ash turned his
eyes to her. He narrowed his golden eyes and rested them upon the girl in front
of him,

"No. He will not be there…"

"But Ash-"

"Didn't you hear me? He won't be
there alright?! He- he's dead."

Ash turned away
quickly hiding the tears that slipped out under his control. Misty looked
stunned.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"It's okay. It wasn't your
fault." His voice came stiffly as though he wanted her to leave him alone.

He rubbed
the tears roughly out of his eyes. He hated to cry. Ash thought it was stupid
to do so. It was a waste. When nothing would come out of it.

"Misty…have you ever lost
someone?"

Misty
looked hard at Ash's form…

"Yeah…"

"Do you think…I mean did you
cry?"

"Yeah…of course. It was…You
know…The natural thing to do…and crying helps heal…it washes the heart…"

Ash
blinked…

"Do you think you could help
me?"
"What?"

"I mean…help me cry?"

Ash turned
back around and stared at her…

"Why do you want to, Ash."

"Because…I sort of forgotten how…"



Misty spotted the silver convertible in the distance but
for some reason it looked parked. Misty slowed down and eased down on the
breaks. She came to a full halt a few feet from the car. She jumped off her bike and folded it back
into it's simple size. She tucked it carefully in her pack and slipped into the
shadows…

What is this guy up to?

She heard someone whistling a pretty tune…when it dawned
on her for what it was she stiffened a muffled gasp… Someone was whistling
Lugia's song…But that was impossible…only a few people have heard that song
before.

A chill swept down her spine…

Who was she dealing with?

Misty reached a clearing that opened out into a meadow of
beautiful flowers. There was the man picking them with his little yellow
companion…She cocked a brow…

What was going on?

"So
do you always follow boys into the woods at night or is this just a one time
thing?" The figure was looking strait at her hiding place…Misty froze…

How did he know? Or was he just talking to himself?

Misty hesitated before stepping out of the darkness. She
could she his face…But his voice was hidden…Like he was trying to mask it from
her…



Ash stared at her.

My gosh…Look how beautiful she is…

Ash couldn't help but notice all her changes. Her hair had
grown out to shoulder length and gleamed crimson with streaks of silver
moonlight….Her eyes were still the two diamond he remembered. And her attire
was totally different. She wore a beaten up pair of jeans and a bright aqua
shirt with shimmers of sliver glitter in it… She looked like a goddess. Ash
tried hard not to blush…He didn't know how well this cloak hid his features.



"What's
your name?" Misty heard the man ask. Misty was a bit worried…Was this man evil?
Should she… Would he harm her? Was it safe?

"Misty."
Misty stated. For some reason she could trust him. Her instincts let her.

She watched him curiously as he tucked the bundle of
flowers in his hand into a small leather pouch attached to his belt. He didn't
seem to notice her eyes following him. He turned away and started walking down
the path with pikachu at his heel. Misty was a little surprised but she stayed
put. He called back over his shoulder,

"Well,
Misty, although it is lovely to meet you I would be very content with you not
following me anymore. Unless you would like me to inform your parents which I
doubt they would be thrilled to-"

The man stumbled over a log and flipped frontward landing
sharply on his rear. His cloak got caught on the log ripping it down the back
and clear off him.

"Pika
piii!" His pikachu cried running to his side.

Misty suppressed a gasp. There before her sat a small
fifteen year old boy. He had nice jet black hair in a normal boy-cut and a
slight shadowing under his eyelids.

The boy sat leaning against the log his eyes tightly
clamped. He was breathing hard as if he
had the wind knocked out of him. He clutched his side in pain…

Misty looked him over once more before offering any help.
He wore some normal beat up jeans and a black tee shirt. It was then she saw
them. Six pokeballs attached to his belt. This kid was a trainer…

"You
okay?" Misty asked cautiously approaching him.

"I've
been better." The boy replied in a higher voice then before. It was smooth and
clear with a touch of familiarity. She felt as though she knew him somehow…

Man, he's kind of cute… for a kid anyway.

The
boy's eyes snapped opened. He had beautiful golden like amber eyes.

The boy checked his side and lifted his shirt a bit to
revel a cut that was spilling blood.

Misty had to hold her gasp of surprise again.

"You're
hurt?!"

He looked up at her and blinked as if he just noticed she
was standing there. He quickly checked for his hood to find it behind him…His
cover was blown.

"Darn
it." He groaned.

"That
cut looks severe…"

"Yeah…I
can handle it." The boy muttered.

He looked up at her and then looked away,

"I
don't need you're help."

Misty's face burned red. How dare he talk to her in that
manner. She was older then him. He should respect gym leaders anyway.

"Pikachu."
The boy muttered to his pet. The pikachu leapt over and examined his womb. It
spoke to him and the boy nodded.

"You
understand it?" Misty asked.

"It's
not an it, Miss Misty. It's a him." The boy growled, "And yes I do."

"What
is his name then?"

"Pikachu."

"Oh."

The Pikachu began to charge up
as Misty watched worriedly.

"You
are gonna let Pikachu shock you?! How will that help?"

The boy looked at her annoyed.

"My
pikachu knows what he is doing."

"Okay.
Suit yourself."

Pikachu let charge a pure white
electric charge at the boy's womb. It surrounded him in a white haze and then
faded away. The boy didn't even flinch. He lifted his shirt to check his side
and sure enough, the womb was gone.

"What
was that?!" Misty gasped.

"It
was a lose charge of low voltage energy. With a trained Pikachu you can teach
them to do that but it takes patients and pain. Sometimes they mess up." The
boy groaned rubbing his skin were the womb used to be.

"Does
it hurt?" Misty asked.

"No.
Just itches." The boy smiled getting to his wobbly feet.

"So…
Whose parents should we call?" Misty grinned, "You should talk. Awfully young
to be driving a car."

This caught the boy off guard.
He blushed slightly in the cheeks,

"I'm
young…but not that young. I just turned sixteen." The boy murmured almost to
himself.

"Who
are you?! Why were you spying on me?" She demanded.

The boy glared at her in
disgust,

"You
actually think I was spying on you? I wasn't. I was visiting some old friends…"
He trailed off.

Misty appeared shaken,

"You
knew Ash?"

"You
could say that." The boy muttered pulling his cloak from the log…She noticed
the gash that was in it before was suddenly gone. Misty ignored it.

"I
knew him in a different life if you must be so literally."

Misty was silent for a moment.
She finally spoke barely above a whisper,

"Who
are you?"

"A-Aj
My name is Aj Gray." The boy muttered.



To be continued…

Please r + r!

Kool! Gray. Aj Gray. Okay it was the
first thing that popped in my head. So sue me…No don't!