Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ My Mysterious Girl ❯ An Ending...is it what You expect? ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 4

"But how is that possible?" Brock asked. "How could you be born in the future? And then be here right now?"

"In the year 2030, I was eighteen then....I was an assistant to a billionaire named Bruce Wayne. He had become old, and needed someone to do some "errands", if you would call it that. The first person to show up at his door for that job was a kid named Terry McGinnis. Their paths crossing were kind of coincidental, but in time, Bruce accepted Terry as a helper and from there, they had a pretty good relationship as far as work went. Bruce was my "uncle", and beforehand, my family was killed and I ended up getting sent to his place. Terry and I never really got along with each other at first....but in time, we began falling for each other..."

"So the guy in the cave we saw was Terry? Because I remember you said that it can show what your heart has on its mind....and yours had him?" Brock said, lowering his head.

"Brock, there are more reasons as to why I have Terry on my mind....we went through a lot together...the battles we fought.....the love of all the people around us that supported us....and also....our bonding...I could never forget the day I had conceived his child..."

"You had his child????" Brock asked.

"It wasn't done on purpose. We were possessed at the time, and were told to carry out the duty of producing a child that would continue the ancient lines...since I'm an ancient. The child I gave birth to was an evil being, with supreme power that even I almost couldn't stop. He grew up so fast in age...he became seventeen a week after birth. As much as Terry and I didn't want to believe it, Bruce and the others said that the child was going to be dangerous and a threat to the world. I remember I yelled at Bruce because the one who implanted the evil seed in me when Terry was supposed to put it in, was already dead. I thought that if he were dead, there was no way that this child could be evil anymore, and that he could grow up normally.....But I was wrong.....Both Terry and myself ended up killing our own child because he was out of control and was about to destroy everything in sight....We had no other choice....I wanted to stop him from it without getting hurt, but I just couldn't find anymore options. He was hurting my loved ones, and I just couldn't see anymore pain come out of them."

"What happened after that?"

"The world was crumbling at my son's feet.....I remembered that I had the power to make myself be reborn in the past somewhere else, so told everyone I was going to do it, so it would alter the Earth's path of history. Terry was completely against it and wouldn't allow me to. I didn't want to leave him, but it was the best for the sake of the planet. I thought, if we never met, we would leave this world in peace the way it was meant to be, even though it meant us being apart, and never seeing each other again. I can still remember the tears that were coming down his face that night...our last night together. It was so hard to even look at him....But it was still done. Terry won't remember my face, if I looked at him ten or twenty years from now, but the scars will still remain on me. I remember exactly everything that happened to me in my previous life, and I don't want it to happen again.....That's why I am so afraid to fall in love....I know that question has been wondering in your mind since we started being with each other more...I'm afraid of something might happening, and you would have to go through the same thing Terry did. Too many sad things happen, and I just don't want to see anymore of it..."

Brock was torn. He could not believe that his dream of having a girlfriend was once again shattered. He was angry with himself to think that there was a chance for him to find love.

"Then why…?" He asked. Dawn then looked over at him.

"Why what?" She replied.

"The dance…The kisses you gave me…the moments we spent together in the cave…Was this your idea of a false impression to think that you REALLY liked me? If you're so afraid to fall in love, then why were you even flirting with me?!"

"Flirting?" Dawn began. "Brock, I wasn't flirting. That's what I do with a lot of guys because that has always been my thing…I'm sorry if I misled you to something else."

"That's….all right….It's not like this was the first time I was ever rejected by a girl…but what's worse about this time is that you really made me believe that there was something going on between us…But now that I find out that you don't want to fall in love with anyone. It changes everything…completely."

"Do you actually think that I want to be alone for the rest of my life? I'm keeping myself this way so I don't get close to someone and then let them get hurt for the things that I get caught up in. Like earlier, for example…I almost hurt you. I don't want to see anyone get hurt. No one deserves to feel the pain that I go through, like Terry and the others felt."

"Dawn, I wouldn't care about any of that! I just think it's a ridiculous way of keeping guys off you…All of this is too weird to buy!"

"You saw me! You saw me go out of control! That was apart of it! That part of me still lives inside of me ever since I became possessed. I thought I had gotten rid of it, but it turns out that it's still there. You don't have to believe me, but the truth still lives in me. I don't care what you think of it. It's my problem I have to deal with and until it's gone, which it will never be, I will remain alone. And if you would cut the rejected act for one second, you would see that this would be for your own good-!" Dawn said, feeling her anger rise, but then suddenly, Brock leaned in and kissed her on the lips softly. Dawn was very surprised by the kiss, seeing how well he was doing it to begin with was very surprising. When they let go, they looked at each other, stunned.

"Even with all of that pain and suffering that you go through," Brock began. "You shouldn't have to face it alone. I wouldn't care how bad it got, as long as I would be with you. I mean, I've shared my moments of sad times, so it's not I don't know what it's like. I mean, I lost my mother when I was younger and my father left me with all my other brothers and sisters. My pain may not be the same as yours, but it's still pain, and I can bare it. Sometimes you just have to suck it up and try to live your life, no matter how difficult things may get." Dawn looked at him; her eyes began to become glassy.

"Easier said than done…" She said as she looked away. "Just go, Brock….I don't want to talk anymore."

"…Dawn…"

"Go away…please…"

"Dawn, just remember that the only person in the world that can control your happiness is you…You can't keep dwelling on something that happened to you in the past."

"Go!" She said. Brock looked at her with deep concern. His heart continued to shatter piece by piece, seeing that Dawn was just trying to push him away, when before, he thought that she was practically inviting him to be with her, as friends at the least. But Dawn did like Brock, but the painful events that happened to her kept nagging her. She knew that he was right. Dawn just wanted to shut out the words that he said.

Brock turned his head the other way and walked out of the house, trying not to look back. He finally came back to the hotel, a little after one in the morning, and just before it was about to rain when the thunder came in. Brock turned his light on and pressed his hands against the wall, feeling devastated at what was going on for Dawn. He was mad that she never told him, but he was also sad for how her life was. She kept beating around the bush with me, Brock thought. I bet she didn't even like me from the start. Dawn just played me like cards…but she looked like she really meant it when she said she had no idea that she was misleading me like that. If only she had told me…but…I still really like her. The kiss I gave her was a little fast, but it was well worth it…DAMN. Suddenly, Brock then slammed his fist into the wall, angry over all that has happened. He just let go the only girl he had really loved. Misty and Ash saw him come in and looked at him with deep concern.

"You okay?" Misty asked.

"No, I'm not..." Brock replied.

"What happened to you?" Ash asked. "You sound like something happened between you and Dawn….(sly tone) Did you guys have FUN?"

"No, we didn't." Brock replied as he crossed his arms.

"Brock?" Misty began. "Did you and Dawn have some kind of fight?"

"I don't want to talk about it, okay? Just leave me alone right now….Misty, can I switch beds with you so I can be alone tonight?"

"Uhh…sure…I guess."

"Hey! I want to know the details of you and Dawn! You can't go in another room! C'mon! Tell me!" Ash said

"ASH…" Misty firmly said as she looked over at him. Ash then kept quiet. Brock and Misty then took their stuff and swapped rooms. Brock set his stuff on the dresser and then plopped himself on the bed. He tried to sleep, but he again just thought of Dawn and tears began to form. Brock tried to hold them back, but it just seemed useless to try. He got up and went into the bathroom, taking off his shirt so he could get ready to take a shower. He went into the bathroom and then took off the rest of his clothes, and went into the shower once it was warm enough. Once again, Brock leaned against the wall with his hands, thinking of all the things that has happened to him in the past couple days. Just as he was almost done, he heard a knock. His head arose, coming back to reality after being in an "unconscious" state of mind. He shut off the water and got out to put on a pair of pajama pants on and as he was still trying to dry himself off, had a towel around his neck. Brock opened the bathroom door up, and then went to the front door, and found that no one was there. He stood there in confusion, but the shrugged. He began to hear the knocking again; finding out it wasn't from the door. Brock looked around, more confused then ever. He then noticed that the window that led out towards the balcony was moving every time there was a knock. Brock slowly walked over to it, and opened the blinds that were blocking his view to find that Dawn was standing there in the rain, waiting for him to open the door. He was stunned to find her even there in the first place. Brock immediately opened the door and let her in.

"Dawn, what are you doing here? In the middle of the night and on the balcony in the rain no less?" Brock asked, with his stern tone, acting as if he was still angry.

"I couldn't sleep…I just had too much going on my mind to even close my eyes…I assume you've been thinking just as much as I have over this situation." Dawn replied.

"How…how did you get up here?" Brock said as he looked over at the balcony.

"I used magic to find where you were and then floated right up."

"…You shouldn't be here, Dawn." Brock said as he walked away and sat on his bed. "After the conversation we had, you think that we probably would never talk to each other."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Dawn said as she walked over and sat next to him. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry. I was wrong for dumping all that information on you in one instant. I'm sorry for my attitude towards things, and you are right. I DO dwell on the past, but it's not like I can help it. Anyone would do the same thing if they went through what I went through."

"Yeah, but you burned me…bad. Having a girlfriend was always something that I wanted, but I've always been rejected in the past…more times than I can count. And when I thought that you were someone different, you stab me in the back with the thing you call a block in the road."

"Brock, I didn't mean to do that to you…It's just it's hard getting close to someone you care about.

"So, before you think you're getting close to them, you tell them this life-problem you've always had to drive them back?"

"No, that's not it."

"Then what would you call it?" Brock asked. Dawn remained silent, not wanting to answer his question, but then she sighed and said, "I guess you're right."

"Now, I want to say I'm sorry." Brock said. "I'm sorry for not really understanding how your life was, with the things that happened…I guess I was jealous of Terry because he still seems to be hooked on your heart and mind. I feel like I don't even have a place in there because he takes up so much room. I'm also sorry for the kiss…"

"Oh?"

"I mean, not for the kiss itself, I just think that was a bad time to do that to you…and it was stupid on my part to even do that…I just couldn't help myself…Maybe it's because I'm just really attracted to you…"

"…?" Dawn looked at him, and began to blush a little.

"If you don't feel the same way, I'm over it now. It would be fine. Even if you thought poorly of me, I don't mind it at all. I can be okay, knowing that at least we were good friends."

"Oh Brock…" Dawn said as she gave him a sad face. "I do like you…I really do…I just can't get these problems out of my mind."

"Then don't think about them. You have to learn to move on…and that means you have to get over Terry…"

"You're right, Brock…" Dawn said. She lowered her head and the two were both silent for a few minutes, but then Dawn looked up at him and kissed him gently on the lips. Brock, caught off guard by it, started to kiss back and wrapped his arms around her while they were sitting on the bed. He held her tightly to him, feeling her wet clothes against his chest, but it didn't matter to him. Brock could also feel her cold, moist lips against his, eventually warming up from his lips. The kiss was soft and sweet, and Brock wanted to keep going on forever, just to freeze the moment would be perfect. Brock got on top of Dawn and continued to kiss her as he took off her trench coat. Dawn didn't mind it at all, while she continued to kiss him. Her arms returned across his neck and they continued to their moments some more.

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"Poor Brock…" Misty said as she sat on her bed. "Brock seemed like he was really hurting bad. I wonder what happened between him and Dawn."

"If you ask me, I bet you Dawn gave him the truth of what she thought of him…it must of not been good news for him. I knew he really liked her, but it was kind of obvious it was going to end up the same way it always has been ending up for his relationships." Ash explained.

"Ash, that was a little mean, don't you think?"

"Well, I'm only telling it how it is…I can't help it if Brock's love life is that way… but there seemed to be something different with Dawn. He didn't go head-over-heels like he does with every girl meets…he seemed more shy…scary…"

"Yeah, you're right…I wonder why that is…But I guess he had to be alone…" Misty said as she looked over at the door that connected between their room and Brock's.

"Must be really hard…" Ash said. "This must have been the biggest rejection he's had."

"ASH……" Misty said. "It might not have been rejection…."

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Brock and Dawn were naked in bed, as they continued to feel each other and kiss. Their clothes were thrown onto the ground. Holding each other close, Dawn lying on top of Brock's chest. He looked down on Dawn to see that she was finally sound asleep. He made a timid smile cross his face, not able to believe what just happened. Not that it was a bad thing, but hey, it didn't matter to him. All that really mattered was that Brock was with Dawn. The only thing that troubled him was Terry. Was she really thinking of me while we were together…or was she thinking of her and Terry…? Brock thought to himself. I hope she wasn't. Or I might have been played again…that wouldn't be too surprising. I don't want her to have the pain of dwelling on something that happened in a previous life. I just want to have this moment last forever with her…I'm with a beautiful girl and I couldn't have a care in the world about anything else.

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Morning came quickly, and the storm had finally passed. Brock woke up to feel the sun streaming through the window. He slowly sat up against the post of the bed, accidentally waking up Dawn in the process. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around.

"I'm sorry…did I wake you?" Brock asked.

"No, no…I was already half awake. I was going to get up anyways…" Dawn said as she rubbed her eyes. Brock got out of the bed to get a pair of his pants on. Dawn then sat up and held the bed sheets up to her chest.

"…You're really going?" Dawn asked. Brock glanced up at her, looking at her sad face.

"I have to." Brock replied. Dawn looked down at the bed and didn't say a word to him. He walked over to her and sat on the side of the bed that she was on. He lifted her chin up to look at him and kissed her kindly on the lips. Brock then let go and gave her a smile. Dawn turned away from him.

"It's not fair..." She said silently. "All the moments we've shared together...why does it have to end like this...? With a very hard goodbye?"

"Dawn, it shouldn't have to be a hard goodbye…why don't you come with us? So then we wouldn't have to be apart."

"You know I can't…"

"Why not?"

"Because of my family. I have to stay with them…I'm doing it for them…until I know that everything is stable, I have to remain here. You understand, don't you?"

"Yeah, I understand…but I don't want us to be apart…"

"I know." Dawn said. "There are way too many things that are going on that are in need of my attention."

"So then we're both tied-up with our responsibilities." Brock replied.

"I guess we are." Dawn said. She got out of bed and put her clothes back on. "I…I better get going." She took her jacket, and held it in her hands. Dawn walked over to the door and began to open it up, but then Brock caught her by the arm.

"Dawn, hold up." He said. She turned back to him. He leaned in and kissed her again on the lips for the longest time. "The moment I can, I'll return back here as soon as possible."

"…I can wait." Dawn smiled. "Just be sure to come back fast."

"I will." Brock replied. Dawn gave him a soft, sweet kiss on the lips and then walked out. Brock followed her outside and watched as she walked down the hall. She turned around and waved to him goodbye. He waved back and sighed. Once Dawn was out of his sight, Brock turned around to find that Misty and Ash were standing right behind him, arms crossed and all.

"Um…hi guys…" Brock hesitated.

"I can see NOW why you wanted to be alone…" Misty growled as she walked towards him and he walked backwards.

"H, hey! I didn't plan on Dawn coming here…! Honest!" Brock said

"Way to go, Brock…" Ash said.

"Would you guys cut it out? It's no big deal! Nothing happened!" Brock lied.

"Nothing?? Like we're supposed to believe that!"

"Let's just drop it okay??"

"Yeah. We gotta get going anyways. Hurry up and get dressed so we can get a move on." Ash said. Brock nodded and went back inside his room.

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"All right, we're finally ready to go." Ash said, straightening his hat.

"Cha!!" Pikachu replied happily.

"So long Affron City," Misty said.

"Yeah, so long Affron City, so long dreams, so long Dawn... I guess there aren't always happy endings after all." Brock said in a gloomy tone.

"Let's go." Ash said and the three began to walk out of the city. Brock wanted Dawn to come with him, but it probably would have been hard for her, since she has to take care of her family and Gym. One day, Brock thought to himself, I will meet up with Dawn again and we will never be apart. Meanwhile, Dawn laid on her bed, clenching on tightly to her small pillow, visualizing it was Brock.

"We will meet again, Brock...We just have to." She said to herself in a soft tone. Will Brock and Dawn ever meet each other again? Some things in life were never meant to be...were they? Will fate bring them together?