Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Pokemon Trilogy part 1 - Buried Feelings ❯ Chapter 1

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

** All Pokemon characters in this fic are not created by me, and is
used for personal enjoyment only! The only characters I created for
this fic is Lucille and Caitlin Sparks..and the mysterious Tajiri!
These characters appear in later parts. ^^**

Authors Note: This was the first fic that I ever wrote and completed!
It took about a year to write and it was written while I was in High
School. I believe 1999/2000. Hope you enjoy, this story had gotten
a lot of popularity on Fanfiction.net.

Boy after going through this, I can say that my writing has improved
since then! I went through to make corrections so pardon if I missed
a couple!


"Buried feelings" Part 1
A Pokemon Fanfic written by: Djehuti aka Flamedramon_girl


"What a nice evening Pikachu! Isn't the sky beautiful?" red-headed
Misty asked the cute little yellow Pokemon walking beside her.

"Pi Pikachu Pichupi!" (It is beautiful Misty!) Pikachu replied
happily.

Misty smiled, blue eyes sparkling. She looked at Brock, tall and
dark-haired walking on her other side. He was a couple of years older
than her, and preferred earth type Pokemon, while she liked water
types. He was hopeless when it came to girls because he always got
reduced to a drooling mumbling idiot! However, in his own quiet
way he was the wisest of the group, and he was a good loyal friend.

"We should stop and set up camp soon. It's getting dark," Brock
commented, stopping and looking at the darkening sky and his watch.
"We gotta find a good spot to camp."

Misty made a face thinking of how she hated sleeping on the ground
with all those disgusting bugs crawling around. She glanced around.
There weren't any really good clearings in sight. "Ash!" Misty
called behind her. "You coming or what?"

Pikachu bounded back down the path and walked beside its trainer and
friend. "Pikapi, Pikachu?" (Ash, you all right?) it asked in a
concerned tone. Ash Ketchum responded with an unconvincing nod. He
was unusually quiet and withdrawn. He had his red Pokemon League cap
pulled down low over his eyes. Misty and Brock walked over to him.

"You've been quiet lately. You OK?" Brock asked him. Ash clutched his
stomach groaning quietly. Then he bolted away and threw up violently
behind the nearest tree. "Uh, I'll take that as a no," Brock added.

"Ash must've caught something when we got stuck in the rain
yesterday," Misty said, turning away. Brock nodded, removing his
backpack.

"This place is as good as any to camp" he said. "We'll get to a
town tomorrow and get Ash checked by a doctor-uh that's if the map
is right that is." He took some pouches of powders and herbs out of
his pack. "Pikachu, wanna help me make the fire? How about you
getting me some starting twigs?" Brock asked Pikachu. "Pi," (yup)
it said, and it disappeared in the bushes.

Ash emerged from behind the tree, pale and fumbling in his pockets
for a tissue. "Here Ash," Misty said, offering a Kleenex.

"Thanks," mumbled Ash as he took it and wiped his face and mouth
shakily. "Sit here and rest," Misty said, looking at him worriedly.
Ash sat on a log by the fire that Brock was setting up.

Pikachu came back with some bark and small twigs to start the fire.
Brock had picked up some wood from around the area. In no time there
was a comfy fire crackling. Brock had made a tripod, from three
pieces of wood lashed together with rope, and he hung a pot filled
with water that Misty got from a nearby stream. Pikachu stayed by
Ash's side, offering its friend a comforting presence. Ash lay
his hand on Pikachu's head and scratched its ears.

Brock, with Misty's help, made soup. He had some rice left over.
Misty had some fruit to eat as well. Brock noticed that they really
had to get food supplies when they reached the next town. "Ash, you
want something to eat?" Misty asked him, offering him a piece of
fruit. Ash turned slightly green. "No thanks, I'm not... hungry." He
got out, fighting the nausea.

"Here, drink this Ash. It will calm your stomach," Brock said
handing him a mug with a bitter smelling herb broth in it. Ash
took it and sipped. "Blech," he choked, making a face. He forced it
down and gave Brock the mug, noticing that his stomach was settling.
"Where'd ya learn how to make that stuff?" he asked. Brock grinned.

"You'd be surprised how much you'd learn, taking care of a large
family," he said.

Ash nodded. "What's in it?-uh wait a minute, I don't think I wanna
know," he added quickly. Brock chuckled, grinning mischievously.

After a while it was dark, and the only light was the moon, stars,
and the fire. Misty spoke up, getting comfortable in her sleeping
bag . "We should get to sleep guys, it's getting late, and we should
get up bright and early if we want to get to the town by nightfall
tomorrow".

Ash and Brock got out their sleeping bags as well. Brock extinguished
the fire and grabbed a flashlight. He went over to Ash, who had
settled into his sleeping bag. "You feeling better?" he asked him.
Ash was still pale, but he yawned and mumbled sleepily, "Yeah,
whatever you put in.. that stuff.. made me.. very ss--*" Ash fell
asleep in mid-sentence. Pikachu looked up at Brock with a finger to
its mouth.

"Chu," it whispered. Then Pikachu curled up next to Ash's head and
fell asleep. Brock made his way across to his sleeping bag, got
settled and turned off his flashlight.


~~~


"Being a loser sucks," James said, slouching unhappily against a
tree. He chucked a piece of bark into the camp fire where it sizzled
and popped. His light purple shoulder length hair hung in his eyes.
"Yeah, here eat this," Jessie said, just as depressed. She tossed a
muffin to James who ate it hungrily.

Jessie grabbed a brush and combed her long thick red hair. "We
hardly have any food or money, and we still haven't caught that
Pikachu!" she said, pouting. "Meeowth," a voice purred off to the
side. It was Meowth, a cat Pokemon, curled up in a ball sleeping
soundly. He was curled around his favorite ball of yarn and was
making happy cat noises in his sleep.

"He's the only one around here that seems content," commented
James, glancing over at the slumbering Meowth. Jessie sighed. "We
have to think of a plan," she said. "The boss is getting very
displeased with us. Every time we fail we are just digging our own
graves." Jessie paused, eyes widening. "Dig? Dig! I got it!!" she
exclaimed excitedly.

"Huh? what are you going on about?" asked James. Jessie practically
jumped on top of him as she grabbed for his back pack. "Ouch! Watch
it!" hollered James trying to shield himself with upraised arms.

"Where is that map?" Jessie asked, rummaging in his bag. "Aha!" She
pulled it out triumphantly. "This better not be another one of your
stupid 'dig a hole in the ground' traps," James grumbled. "They
never work."

Jessie wacked James on the head with the map, then unrolled it,
studying it with the aid of a flashlight. James crawled over to her
and looked over her shoulder.

"Hmm, uhh, there!" she said pointing. "An old mine?" James queried,
scratching his head with a puzzled expression on his face.

"It's en route to the town that those trainer brats are heading to.
The road they are on will lead them straight to it," Jessie explained,
a glint in her eye. James brightened, the lightbulb going on in his
head. "Yes, and we'll set up a trap and get that Pikachu!" he said,
grinning and rubbing his hands together in anticipation. Jessie
grinned back.

"Meeeowth!" Meowth yawned sleepily. "What are you two doing? It's
late," he said, stretching. "Thinking of a plan, and we got one,"
James said triumphantly. Jessie nodded, gesturing to the map. She
filled Meowth in on their idea and Meowth nodded approvingly. "Yeah,
sounds good," he said. "I got thinking, and I got some ideas for a
good trap. Here's what we'll do . . ."

The trio huddled together with the map spread out between them. They
worked well into the night, and it was well after midnight when they
finally turned in.


~~~


Misty yawned and opened her eyes. She could smell food and she was
hungry. She sat up and saw Brock making breakfast. "G'morning Brock,"
she said cheerfully. "Hi Misty," Brock replied. "I'm just warming up
the soup from last night. It's a good thing we'll be getting to the
town later 'cause our food supplies are getting short."

Misty got up and put her sleeping bag away. "How's Ash?" she asked.

"He's still sleeping. I wanted to wake him up last so he can get
extra rest. He needs it," Brock answered, stirring the pot. He stood
up. "I'm going to wash up at the stream kay?" He then gathered up a
wash cloth and soap and headed for the stream.

Misty looked in the pot. It wasn't even bubbling yet. Brock must've
just got up too. He had a little fire going to heat the soup up. The
small fire sputtered, then consumed a twig, slowly growing in size.
She sat and combed her hair, than moved over to where Ash was
sleeping. He was lying on his side with Pikachu curled up in his
arm, both sleeping peacefully.

Ash was pale, but he seemed ok. He didn't have that greenish tinge
like the night before. As she watched him, Misty suddenly had the
weird urge to reach out and touch his hair. His jet black hair was
sticking out all over the place in its usual fashion. She tentatively
reached out and ran her fingers through his hair. It was surprisingly
very soft and light considering how thick it was.

Ash moved slightly and Misty jerked her hand away, hoping he hadn't
noticed. Pikachu rolled over onto its back, stretched then yawned.
It sat up rubbing its eyes, then it looked up at Misty. "Pikachu!"

Ash continued sleeping. Misty breathed an inward sigh of relief that
he didn't notice her touching him. "Morning Pikachu," Misty said to
the little Pokemon. She inwardly tried to shake her mind free of her
memory of Ash's hair, and the pleasure it gave her to run her fingers
through it. So soft...

"I see Pikachu's awake," said Brock, startling Misty. She hoped that
she wasn't blushing. She didn't even hear Brock return from the
stream.

"I'm going to wash up too. I'll be right back," Misty quickly said,
grabbing her things and walking down towards the stream. Brock watched
her go and looked at Pikachu. "Breakfast should be ready soon, you
should wake Ash." He looked in the pot, which was bubbling nicely,
then prepared another mug of broth for Ash to drink.

While Brock was taking care of breakfast, Pikachu shook Ash's
shoulder. "Pikapi, Pikapi, Pikachu?" (Ash, Ash, getting up?) Ash
groaned sleepily, and rolled on to his back. He opened his eyes
and squinted in the sunlight. "Morning all ready?" he yawned.
"Pipichu ka Pikachu!" (Brock's making breakfast!) "Chu Pika Pika!"
(You should get up now!)

"I'm up, I'm up," Ash said smiling and patting Pikachu's head
affectionately. He unzipped his sleeping bag and stood up, then
groaned as his world tilted crazily. He swayed woozily on his feet
and felt arms supporting him.

"Ash are you all right?"

"Pikapi!"(Ash!) cried Pikachu.

Ash shook his head to clear it. "I'm all right. I just got light
headed for a second." He brushed Brock's arm away. "I'm fine, really".

"Here, you should drink more of this," Brock said, handing Ash
another mug of broth. "It will help give you strength for the rest
of the way". Ash took the mug and drank, making faces after each
gulp. Misty came back and sat down. She was putting her hair into a
sideways ponytail. "Ash, I see you're up. How are you feeling?"

Ash gave the empty mug to Brock. "Fine," he said flatly. He then
walked quickly towards the stream. When he was out of earshot, Misty
looked at Brock confused. "Was it something I said?" Brock shrugged.
He gave Misty some soup and got some for himself. "I think he doesn't
want us to let on that he's not feeling well," he said. Misty made a
sound.

"Boys!" she said to herself. Brock caught her tone and smiled to
himself knowingly. Pikachu sat with Misty while she ate.

~~~
TBC!!