Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Never Let Go ❯ One-Shot
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By: animeotakuyamato 
Ash writes a novel about himself.
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.27.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 3.1K | Status: Completed
Ash writes a novel about himself.
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.27.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 3.1K | Status: Completed
Never Let Go
Anime Otaku Yamato
Author's Notes: My longest point of view fic ever. This actual story is a novel written from Ash's point of view, and contains graphic sex, angst, murder, attempted suicide, and a happy(ish) ending.
(Note: The quote towards the end, 'there is always a ray of hope shining through', said by my friend Allison {Clowmistress Satsuki X}, inspired me to make a happy ending to a depressing story. We as people should always remember that.)
~~~
I remember my youth more vividly, artistically and painfully than any other period of my life. Of course, that's probably because it was a period in which I was more adventurous than I am today, or perhaps that I was in love, with the most beautiful girl on earth. However, it could also be because of the painful turn of events, losing my wife, going insane, trying to push the emergency exit button to get away from it all. I won't skip to the end though, I need to tell the full story, otherwise no-one will ever find out, and no-one will be able to help me.
~~~
First in the vivid sequence of events would be my first sexual encounter. I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was over thirty years ago. I was seventeen at the time, and was still travelling on my journey with Misty.
It had been a long, hard day, and we needed a rest, so we stopped at a beach. We sat on the soft sand under an orange streaked golden sun, evidently we were relaxing. I still had my bathing shorts on, although that didn't last for much longer than a few minutes. Misty stood up, turned around, and then removed her bathing suit, revealing invisibly her petit breasts. She slowly put an arm across her chest, and using her free hand, removed the tie from the back of her hair, shaking her head backwards to free it all. She walked slowly towards the ocean, and dived in gracefully when she got to knee depth. She urged me to follow her into the water, which I did obliviously. She pushed my head under the water when I was close enough, which let me see her exposed chest in full vision. My normally scruffy hair was now being held down by water, as I forced my head to surface. Misty tiptoed closer to me, and laid a soft kiss on my cheek. I obviously knew what this meant, as I ran my hand down from her face to her shoulder, planting a warm kiss on her neck. Using my other hand, I softly touched her left breast, and a warm sensation shot up through my body. We obviously were both enjoying this, and Misty darted her hand into the cuff of my shorts, rubbing slowly the soft mound of flesh inside.
By now, I had almost completely removed my shorts, and was preparing for the next stage. I tipped closer to her, and prepared myself to enter her. I lined my penis up with her small slit, and slowly pushed it inside her, tearing the muffled sound of ripping skin, as Misty dug her nails into my spine. She had eventually become accustomed to the pain, as I pumped her both harder and faster. It was now clear that we were both preparing to finish, as I dunked my head under the water, and licked her soft nipple. She moaned in pleasure, as her warm liquid coated my penis, which triggered him to come inside of her, our fluids sloshing together in a gooey mess. We two both panted loudly, as we walked towards the shore.
~~~
I also never thought that I would get her pregnant the first time, but it happened. Anyway, there's nothing majorly important until nine months later.
Having just given birth to twins, Misty was on top of the world. Her life was at a peak, she had been admitted to the best university in Japan, and she was now married and had children. There was nothing she could have wanted more...except the freedom she wanted. I kept her close by as much as I could, to protect her from harm. Whoever could have guessed that my efforts would fail so miserably.
~~~
Since I didn't get into the same university as her, we rarely saw each other during the year, we were studying at two opposite ends of the country. We really only saw each other over school breaks, which were few and very far between. Since I was taking a less mentally overpowering course, I offered to look after our two year old children, which Misty gladly accepted. This is where the story gets really depressing.
Misty was found dead in her apartment two days before Christmas. She was planning to leave the next day to come and see me, but her plans were majorly thwarted. The autopsy report stated that the cause of death was unknown, although it could have been a direct result of an assault, or she may have been murdered. Either way, I didn't care, I would seek revenge as soon as I had any trace of evidence as to who killed her. Of course, by law, this wasn't what I should have done. I still did it anyway, however.
The police found traces of Hiroshi's fingerprints in the carpet on which her body was found. This made me so violently angry, raged, homicidal even, to find out that one of my best friends was there at the time she died. I went flying over the edge, and it was a long drop. I had truly gone insane.
~~~
I spent the next three years in a mental institution. Of course, it was like the white padded walled ones you see in movies. They wanted to make sure I couldn't harm myself or anyone else, so I was kept in solitary confinement, for three, long, cold, lonely years. Each day, I wrote a diary of what happened to me, how I felt, and if I felt that my condition was improving. In fact, I think that it made me even worse, as is evident from the fact of what I did after I got out of that evil place.
Week after week, year after year, for over a decade, I would try to find a way out, a way to take the flat road to a simple end, instead of the hilly road that is life. I wanted to end it all, the three years I spent in that institution only made me sink deeper and deeper into my mind, thinking that perhaps tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that, could be the day that I would be free. It never worked though, because I'm still here today, writing this novel about myself, about my painfully disgusting, pitiful life.
It turned out that my attempts constantly failed, I think I was too afraid to actually do it. I agree that my life has been hard, and I've had my greater than equal share of pain.
And still, I sit here, not knowing how to end this. There will never actually be an end, for I am still alive. I've been pondering over at least how to make a suitable conclusion to this novel, and I've just thought of one. We should always try to hold on to our happiness, even if it seems as if there is none. We should never let go of our hopes, dreams and desires. We should stay faithful to each other, and realise that no matter how dark the clouds seem, there is always a ray of hope shining through, and that will guide us to the conclusion, no matter how far or hard it is to get there.
The End.
Anime Otaku Yamato
Author's Notes: My longest point of view fic ever. This actual story is a novel written from Ash's point of view, and contains graphic sex, angst, murder, attempted suicide, and a happy(ish) ending.
(Note: The quote towards the end, 'there is always a ray of hope shining through', said by my friend Allison {Clowmistress Satsuki X}, inspired me to make a happy ending to a depressing story. We as people should always remember that.)
~~~
I remember my youth more vividly, artistically and painfully than any other period of my life. Of course, that's probably because it was a period in which I was more adventurous than I am today, or perhaps that I was in love, with the most beautiful girl on earth. However, it could also be because of the painful turn of events, losing my wife, going insane, trying to push the emergency exit button to get away from it all. I won't skip to the end though, I need to tell the full story, otherwise no-one will ever find out, and no-one will be able to help me.
~~~
First in the vivid sequence of events would be my first sexual encounter. I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was over thirty years ago. I was seventeen at the time, and was still travelling on my journey with Misty.
It had been a long, hard day, and we needed a rest, so we stopped at a beach. We sat on the soft sand under an orange streaked golden sun, evidently we were relaxing. I still had my bathing shorts on, although that didn't last for much longer than a few minutes. Misty stood up, turned around, and then removed her bathing suit, revealing invisibly her petit breasts. She slowly put an arm across her chest, and using her free hand, removed the tie from the back of her hair, shaking her head backwards to free it all. She walked slowly towards the ocean, and dived in gracefully when she got to knee depth. She urged me to follow her into the water, which I did obliviously. She pushed my head under the water when I was close enough, which let me see her exposed chest in full vision. My normally scruffy hair was now being held down by water, as I forced my head to surface. Misty tiptoed closer to me, and laid a soft kiss on my cheek. I obviously knew what this meant, as I ran my hand down from her face to her shoulder, planting a warm kiss on her neck. Using my other hand, I softly touched her left breast, and a warm sensation shot up through my body. We obviously were both enjoying this, and Misty darted her hand into the cuff of my shorts, rubbing slowly the soft mound of flesh inside.
By now, I had almost completely removed my shorts, and was preparing for the next stage. I tipped closer to her, and prepared myself to enter her. I lined my penis up with her small slit, and slowly pushed it inside her, tearing the muffled sound of ripping skin, as Misty dug her nails into my spine. She had eventually become accustomed to the pain, as I pumped her both harder and faster. It was now clear that we were both preparing to finish, as I dunked my head under the water, and licked her soft nipple. She moaned in pleasure, as her warm liquid coated my penis, which triggered him to come inside of her, our fluids sloshing together in a gooey mess. We two both panted loudly, as we walked towards the shore.
~~~
I also never thought that I would get her pregnant the first time, but it happened. Anyway, there's nothing majorly important until nine months later.
Having just given birth to twins, Misty was on top of the world. Her life was at a peak, she had been admitted to the best university in Japan, and she was now married and had children. There was nothing she could have wanted more...except the freedom she wanted. I kept her close by as much as I could, to protect her from harm. Whoever could have guessed that my efforts would fail so miserably.
~~~
Since I didn't get into the same university as her, we rarely saw each other during the year, we were studying at two opposite ends of the country. We really only saw each other over school breaks, which were few and very far between. Since I was taking a less mentally overpowering course, I offered to look after our two year old children, which Misty gladly accepted. This is where the story gets really depressing.
Misty was found dead in her apartment two days before Christmas. She was planning to leave the next day to come and see me, but her plans were majorly thwarted. The autopsy report stated that the cause of death was unknown, although it could have been a direct result of an assault, or she may have been murdered. Either way, I didn't care, I would seek revenge as soon as I had any trace of evidence as to who killed her. Of course, by law, this wasn't what I should have done. I still did it anyway, however.
The police found traces of Hiroshi's fingerprints in the carpet on which her body was found. This made me so violently angry, raged, homicidal even, to find out that one of my best friends was there at the time she died. I went flying over the edge, and it was a long drop. I had truly gone insane.
~~~
I spent the next three years in a mental institution. Of course, it was like the white padded walled ones you see in movies. They wanted to make sure I couldn't harm myself or anyone else, so I was kept in solitary confinement, for three, long, cold, lonely years. Each day, I wrote a diary of what happened to me, how I felt, and if I felt that my condition was improving. In fact, I think that it made me even worse, as is evident from the fact of what I did after I got out of that evil place.
Week after week, year after year, for over a decade, I would try to find a way out, a way to take the flat road to a simple end, instead of the hilly road that is life. I wanted to end it all, the three years I spent in that institution only made me sink deeper and deeper into my mind, thinking that perhaps tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that, could be the day that I would be free. It never worked though, because I'm still here today, writing this novel about myself, about my painfully disgusting, pitiful life.
It turned out that my attempts constantly failed, I think I was too afraid to actually do it. I agree that my life has been hard, and I've had my greater than equal share of pain.
And still, I sit here, not knowing how to end this. There will never actually be an end, for I am still alive. I've been pondering over at least how to make a suitable conclusion to this novel, and I've just thought of one. We should always try to hold on to our happiness, even if it seems as if there is none. We should never let go of our hopes, dreams and desires. We should stay faithful to each other, and realise that no matter how dark the clouds seem, there is always a ray of hope shining through, and that will guide us to the conclusion, no matter how far or hard it is to get there.
The End.