Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Subtle Jealousy ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Subtle Jealousy: Part 2

Misty was sitting on a rock not far from the pokemon centre; she had a pencil in her hand and her favourite notebook. Several crunched up pieces of purple paper lay on the ground next to her feet.

"Dear Ash, I… damn it! I can't do this! Voice! Where are you!"

"Mm, what is it? Has Ash finally admitted-"

"I can't believe that's all you can think about! Pikachu is dieing, and it's all your fault!"

" Oh really? If Ash had, on his own, admitted that he did love you Pikachu would have been unharmed."
" That was NEVER part of the deal!"

"Well…you never asked about it. Remember, I'm only doing what I have to, and like I said there's only enough room in his heart for one of you." The voice whispered as it slowly faded away.

Misty picked up a rock and threw it at a nearby wall. She looked down at her notebook, and then to the Pokemon centre. She decided she had to go through with it, it was Pikachu's last hope. Only she could save him now. So she picked up her pencil and began to write…

***

Ash awoke to realise he was still inside the Pokemon centre, next to his little friend. Pikachu had turned a pale, lemon yellow and his heartbeat was frightfully slow.

"I...I had a dream Pikachu. You got better, yeah you did. And we were all happy, all three of us. You me and Misty," a tear rolled down Ash's cheek, "You gotta pull through Pikachu, it's just not the same without you."

Pikachu didn't move, the slow monotonous bleep of his heart monitor was the only thing that could be heard. They were all alone in the ward; Ash came to the realisation that this was it. Nothing could be done.
Ash laid his head down on Pikachu's bed; staring towards the wall he noticed a purple envelope sitting on the bedside table. Slowly he moved towards it and picked it up. It was addressed to him, and smelt faintly of Misty. He carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the purple letter inside.

Sitting back down, he began to read the letter in his head.
"Dear Ash,

I'm writing this to you because I'll be busy with something when you're reading it.
It all started yesterday, when I began acting rather strangely. I told you it was nothing, but I was lying. I was hearing a voice in my head, a voice that told me that he could help me get you to like me. At first I ignored it, but it kept coming back. Eventually I gave into it.

It tried to make you like me, but we both realised that you only loved Pikachu. The voice took matters into it's own hands and is the reason why Pikachu is dieing now. I can't help but keep thinking this is all my fault, perhaps that voice is even part of my subconscious and this is directly my doing. Either way I've decided there is only one way to reverse what is happening, like the voice said there's only room enough for one of us. And we both no it can't be Pikachu to go, I would never let that happen.

So it's time to say goodbye, goodbye forever Ash you've been a great friend.
If only you'd said…I love you, none of this would have happened. But it's not you're fault, so never think that.
Say hi to Pikachu for me when he gets better.

Misty"

Ash couldn't believe what he'd just read, everything that had been happening and he was totally oblivious to it all. He couldn't believe that Misty had just left, to save Pikachu. She'd sacrificed everything she'd ever known and gone off on her own, just to help them.

Ash thought about it for a while, thinking he begun to realise that Misty wasn't just leaving them. She was going to do something much worse. The only way she could stop Pikachu from dieing was to-

"NURSE JOY! COME QUICK!!!" Ash screamed.

Nurse Joy came running down the corridor and stood in the doorway of the ward.

"Whatever is the matter Ash, is it Pikachu?"

"Nurse Joy, my friend, Misty, she's going to…going to kill herself!"

"Oh my! I have to call Officer Jenny quick! Do you have any idea where she might be?"

"Yeah, yeah I think I do. But we better hurry!"

***

The sun had dropped completely and Misty was finding it hard to go anywhere without tripping on a root of a tree or a fallen branch. Although it was a full moon, no light penetrated through the thick jungle canopy as Misty made her way back to their campsite. Finding the campsite, however, proved very difficult especially in the dark. She couldn't remember the way back, as the last time she was coming through here she was running to get to the Pokemon centre.
Misty fiddled with the sheathed dagger in her hand, contemplating second thoughts, but decided to head on. She had to do this, no other way around it.

Finally she came upon the clearing up ahead, she could see where they had their campfire and the impressions on the lush grass on which they slept hadn't lifted yet. She sat down and sighed as she stared at the sparkling stream, illuminated by the moonlight. Memories of the past night came flooding back to her, enough to make her cry. She didn't want to have to do this, but she knew she must. She pulled the blade from its sheath and stared at it, it's cold metal flickering reflections of moonlight. She held her breath, and poised the dagger before her stomach. She counted to three. One…Two…Three
The dagger plunged through the flesh, and deep into her stomach. Immediately thick blackish blood began to ooze out of the wound.

Misty dropped too the ground, just as a helicopter piloted by Officer Jenny hovered over head, with someone climbing down a ladder hanging from it. The figure jumped down and ran over to where Misty was, lying limply on the ground, clutching at her stomach. Misty looked up through blurry eyes to see Ash, who had a newly awakened Pikachu in his hands. He held her dieing body and babbled on about how she'd be ok and that he's going to make everything all better. Misty just smiled and uttered, "if only you'd said…" she broke off and slumped in his arms. Ash cried out for his lost companion as he held her body, still warm. He stared down and the girl he had known for so long, the girl who had sacrificed everything for him and Pikachu. If only there were something he could do, all he could do was weep.

"What did u do this for?" he cried out to no one in particular.

Suddenly a glowing old man appeared. He was wearing white robes, although they could have been of any colour as the pure white aura around him was almost blinding. His beard was long, and he face seemed tired yet somehow still young and full of life. The man seemed quite innocent, and trusting. But Ash saw past that.

"You, you were the one who did this! I can tell! Bring her back!" he screamed at the man.
The man shook his head "Only you can bring her back, if you truly love her. Her heart is too broken for me to mend, only your love can." The image shimmered, and the bright light was gone, leaving Ash once again to the dimness off the moonlight.
Ash suddenly realised something inside of him that he hadn't felt before. His mind raced through images of Misty, each one bringing more warmth to his heart. He realised now that he truly did love misty. It had been there the whole time, he just never realised it. He looked down at the limp body lying in his arms "I love you," he said quietly. Then he smiled at the fact about how good he felt at saying it and shouted it out again. "I LOVE YOU!".

Ash stared dumb founded at Misty, nothing was happening. Nothing was stirring. Her face was still lifeless, her lips still blue. Still no sign of breathing. Nothing.

"YOU LIED! YOU LIED!" Ash cried out throwing his arms into the night sky, he fell back down clutching Misty in his arms, quietly sobbing. Pikachu gave a pained "pi-ka" and sat down beside lifeless body.

Suddenly glittering stars begun flowing around Misty, who had started glowing a pale golden hue. Ash could feel her warm breath on his arm as Misty slowly began to open her eyes.
"You're alive!" he cried as he scooped her up and began hugging her.

Misty looked up and meekly smiled at Ash. Although she had no idea what was going on, she felt comforted and secure in Ash's arms while Pikachu was licking her face.

Ash looked down at Misty, who he thought had never looked more beautiful to him in his life.

"There's definitely enough love in my heart for you" he whispered to her.

The End

By issekiwa