Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson Tears ❯ Forgive and Forget ( Chapter 13 )

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Crimson Tears


James B. Hanchin
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Crimson Tears

Chapter 13- Forgive and Forget



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 Satoshi 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.



Ash poked
his head up into the attic looking about carefully.

"Ash! What are you doing?" Delia
shouted.

Ash
flinched,

"Just getting some decorations
for the party." Ash called back.

"Ashton, your party is a week
from now!" Delia snapped, "Why on earth are you suddenly so persistent."

Ash didn't
answer. He scrambled up onto the weak floor boards pulling himself in the small
space. It was dusty and cold up here. Even in hot July the attic felt like a
freezer. Ash often wondered why…

He crawled
carefully over to a huge black trunk with golden fastenings. A name was on a
dusty plate by the lock…

This
belongs to: Jeffery Satoshi Ketchum

Ash smiled
a he lifted the lid slowly. He ducked as a couple of Zubats flew out and took
out the small attic window. He let out a cough waving his hand through the air
trying to get rid of the dust everywhere.

"Ash!" Delia voice sounded from
below him, "Ash, are you okay."

"Fine." Ash snapped, "Just a
little dusty that's all."

If only his
mom knew the real reason he was up here. Then she would give him his space. Ash
was on a mission…but not a normal mission. A personal mission…that Agatha
handed him…Protecting the Crimson Teardrop…

Ash reached into the trunk and pulled out a
thick and dusty volume. He wiped his hand over the cover reviling the faded
gold letters…

"Legends." Ash read.

He opened
up to the first the page and scrolled down the table of contents. His finger
found what he was searching for. He laid the huge book in his lap and flipped
the middle of the book. Ash cleared his
throat and began to read aloud,

"The History of the Crimson
Teardrop." Ash read, "As legend tells it, the tear was formed by a Mew. One of
the few surviving pokemon during the Legendary Storm, Raging Waters. It was
said that one of Mew's tears formed into a red circle stone. This tear, since
formed by the most powerful pokemon known to man, became a special and sacred
stone that when threaten will take possession of the beholder's body for a
period of time. The stone has a great fear of being broken or stolen. In it's
attempt to flea it will control the beholder using the person's every
abilities. Even if the person is unaware of their abilities.

"There has been many attempts by researchers to prove that the stone
lives but all attempts have failed. It seemed that the legend of the stone was
losing it's belief on the people. So was the Legend of the Raging Waters.
Scientist believed that the stone was formed from a volcanic explosion under
water and some how made it to the surface. It's tear shape and reddish color
gave the natives the idea that it was a sacred stone and named it Crimson
Teardrop. And from that name, tales rose of it's importance.

"As Author of Legends, I searched through the many languages to find the
legend of this unusual stone. After many dead ends and wrong turns was finally
able to translate the whole story. It is to be said that in years, maybe
thousands of years from their time, the stone will be united with the golden
glove carved by the great master Herutte. And then destruction of the planet
will take place.

"It took many years to translate how the destruction will progress but
with much research we were able to determine…"

"ASH!!! COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Ash let out
a struggled sigh,

"Coming."



Misty looked up and glared at
the black cloak draped over her desk chair.
She tumbled out of bed and gripped the cape angrily,

"You
aren't in my life any longer!!!" She flung it across the room and buried her
face into her hands. A soft clang caught her attention. She looked up to see
something fall out of the cloak's pocket. It was a nicely wrapped box…

It was wrapped in silvery blue
paper. On the top was a small piece of paper…She delicately picked the box up
and looked at the card…

To-
Misty

If we ever
live through this…

She blinked and ripped back the
wrapping paper and opened up the box. She let out a audile gasp.

Inside lay a golden heart shaped
locket shimmering beautifully in the low lamp light. Engraved deep into the
surface were two words… 'Together Forever'

She eagerly opened the locket
and a soft twang of music filled the air…Just like before…

"He
fixed it…" Misty whispered "….in many ways…."

In the place where Misty's
parents picture used to be there was a picture…of Ash and Misty… Misty blinked
back her tears as she stared at it. Ash had his arm around her holding the Indigo
League trophy high. Misty was winking and Pikachu was sitting merrily on Ash's
hat. They all looked so happy in that picture. Just like her parents…

She dug into her dresser drawer
and pulled out the small picture of her parents and tucked it into the slot
next to the first picture.

"Ash…I
am so sorry. By gosh… I never meant for things to happen this way…" Misty
whispered to herself, "This is all my fault…I was angry…"

She blinked…

She caught sight of something
beyond the picture. She shut the locket and opened it again. This time it
showed a small red stone and a note. She opened the note,

Misty,

Protect
this with your life…

Ash

"This
is the Crimson Teardrop…"



Ash sat with Pikachu back under
the floor boards. He had got a terrible scolding from several people when he
returned, but he could barely hear them. Things had changed. He didn't mind
sitting here now. It was pointless to leave anyway. It had been about two weeks
since that horrible night. He couldn't
forgive himself for not standing up to her. If only she knew how much he cared…

"Ash?"

Ash looked up to see Brock climb
down through the boards. He was bigger then Ash, and had a bit of trouble. He
finally managed to squeeze through.

Ash peered at him curiously,

"What?"

"Ash…um…I've
been thinking…and I want to apologize." Brock said nervously wringing his hands
and keeping his head bowed in shame.

Ash blinked,

"About
what?"

"For…For
not being there…" Brock muttered.

'Ash,
he is talking about…,you remember, the fight you had…' Pikachu whispered.

Ash looked over at Pikachu a bit
confused. He turned back to Brock,

"That's
okay. I got over that a long time ago. I'm not still angry at you, Brock…Why should
I be? You are my best friend. And a stupid fight isn't going to change that."

Brock let out a dark chuckle,

"You
should be. That's your problem, Ash. You are so…so…" Brock faded off, " …so…great…"

Ash blinked,

"I
think you lost me…"

"You
are too nice. You think the whole world is a play ground. Nothing bad really
affects you that long." Brock sighed, "Even after being almost killed, you just
get over it."

Ash laughed. Brock looked at him
startled,

"What?"

"You
are jealous?!" Ash laughed.

"No."

"Yes,
you are."

"Am
not."

"Really?"

"Maybe
just a bit."

Ash laughed even harder. Pikachu
snickered a bit.

"Why?"
Ash asked.

"Did
you notice how many fans you have, Ash?"

"Yeah…"

"Did
you notice how many of your fans were girls? And really cute girls too?"

"Uh…no."

"Course
you don't…" Brock groaned. He took a seat next to Ash on the floor and covered
his face in his hands.

Ash patted his back softly,

"Don't
worry, Brock. I am sure you will find that special someone…someday." Ash
smirked

"If
I was a carefree as you I wouldn't have any problem getting a girl!" Brock
sighed.

"Your
problem is that you try too hard, Brock." Ash grinned, "You need to stop
chasing them and let them chase you."

"I
have tried…It seems to be working… I have a girl friend now…"

"Really?"
Ash smiled.

"Yeah…"
Brock trailed off, "Her name is…Duplica."

Ash jumped back startled,

"Duplica?!"

"Yeah…Sweet
girl…I think she is too young for me though."

"Brock
that's great! She was really liked you back when we were there last."

"Yes…She
is the only one."

"What
about Michelle?"

"Uh…"
Brock blushed, "I dunno. I haven't heard from her."

Ash sat in silence,

"So
why did you really come down here for?"

'To
cheer you up a bit. I heard what happened to you with Misty." Brock bit his
lip, "And I brought a late birthday present."

Brock held up a present wrapped
in green paper.

Ash looked at in shock,

"The
postal service down?" Ash asked.

"No…Actually,
I thought it would mean more if I gave it to you in person." Brock winked.

'Open
it, Ash.' Pikachu begged.

Ash ripped off the paper and
yanked open the box. Inside was a strange purple and pink pokeball with M right
upon the button.

"What
is it?" Ash asked picking the ball up carefully.

"It's
called a Master Ball. Since you're a Master, I
thought you might like a Master Ball." Brock shrugged, "But that isn't
the beauty of it. This baby can catch any level pokemon without fail."

"Really?!
I need more of these…"

"Sorry
Ash. But that is one of the very few ever made." Brock interrupted, "Now I want
you to use it well…No using it on a Rattatta or anything like that…unless it is
a really unusual Rattatta."

"Well,
shucks, Brock. I had this great Weedle in mind…"

"Don't
you dare!!!" Brock shouted tackling Ash to the ground.



Ash and Brock froze. Ash had
Brock pinned to the floor in seconds but some voices upstairs caught them by surprise…

"Uh…Hello?
Cassidy is it?" Gary stuttered.

"Shoot!"
Brock hissed, "Stay here!"

Ash jumped off him as Brock ran
up to the exit and climbed up through the floor boards and into the room. Ash
hugged Pikachu to his chest as he listened carefully to the people upstairs.

"This
isn't good."



Gary sat slightly annoyed as he
heard Ash and Brock attacking each other downstairs. He rolled his eyes. Why
did they always act like kids?

A sudden sound caused him to
look up. A young teenage girl stood in front of him a smirk on her face.

"Hello,
Gary." She hissed.

Gary blinked in shock and took a
couple steps backwards,

"Uh…Hello?
Cassidy is it?" Gary stuttered.

He heard, from the other room,
Brock exit the floor boards. He turned his gaze back to Cassidy.

"I
heard a rumor that you were hiding a young Master here. By the name of Ashton
Satoshi Ketchum." Cassidy smiled a group of Team Rocket guards, dressed all in
black with red R's on their shirts, came up behind her, "Have you heard of him?"

To be continued…

Please r + r!

Dun dun dun…not so good, huh? Well, my
head hurts and I think I need some aspirin…more later…