Percy Thrillington
The Mad Hatter
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Shortest one-shot ever?
All These Years
Ash gazed at the elegant figure in front of him. It was quite apparent that she had been crying, as her eyes were puffy and red. Normally, that would be quite repetitive to the average person, but this just made him like her more. Her fists were clenched and shaking, but with anger, fear or sorrow, he could not tell. She was wearing the same yellow t-shirt and blue shorts she had worn when he first met her. Ash took a deep breath in, remembering and realising how badly he wanted to reminisce about the old days with her without the same hostile atmosphere that had followed their conversations for so long. Perhaps the past was a good place to start his apology. Ash thought about it, staring at her while she returned his gaze. The girl in front of him shook her head, smiling in a bittersweet way. If he didn't start talking now, he'd miss his chance.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Do you remember back when we were younger than we are today? I barely can. I recall asking my mom where my daddy was and she told me that he had gone away on some urgent business and we probably wouldn't see him again. Before I became a Pokemon trainer, I felt empty inside. In school, I had no friends. Everyone thought I was too childish and emotional and I can't blame them. Once, in school, when we were learning about how to keep a Pokemon who has been poisoned from fainting, I stood up and fell to the ground, writhing and screaming in supposed agony. I didn't feel any pain, I just thought it was funny. My teacher thought I was having a fit and she made all the other children leave the classroom. When I told her that I was messing, I was suspended for a few days because I needed to grow up.
"I blamed my dad for my misfortunes in life; having no friends, having no Pokemon as pets, having to put up with Gary. He never came home, never sent a letter to me and mom didn't tell me anything. Eventually, I just forgot about him and decided that no matter what, I'd become the very best. I realised not too long ago that I had this empty feeling inside of me before I became a Pokemon trainer, as if I was suffering from depression. The day I was given Pikachu, that feeling disappeared.
"Thinking back, it wasn't the exact moment that I received Pikachu that made the depression disappear. It was later on that day, when I ran into you and stole your bike. I know we didn't have the greatest first impressions of each other, but I looked in your eyes for a second as I grabbed your bike and you know what? I felt happy and sad. I felt scared and relieved. I felt anxious and outgoing. In truth, I don't know what I felt, but it was amazing and whatever it was, it was because of you.
"They say that people's faces can lie to you because they can be controlled, but the eyes never lie. When I looked into your eyes that day, they told mine that we were in love, even if we didn't know it. I know it now and you know it as well. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't love me." When she didn't reply, he sighed and opened his eyes. "I can't force you to do anything, Misty. We all make our own decisions, but I need you to look into my eyes and tell me that you don't love me."
The red-haired girl took a few steps to get closer to him and looked him in the eyes. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
Ash closed his eyes again. "I know that what I've done in the past few days was horrible and no one needs to know about it. We'll keep it as a secret between ourselves and learn from it, because everyone learns from their mistakes. Maybe this event will build our bond and make us become closer to each other than ever, but only if you let it." He opened his eyes and looked into hers, willing her to give an answer.
She looked at him. He was a twelve year old now. Ash wasn't the same goofy kid he was a few years ago. He had matured quite a lot, enough to realise he was in the wrong. He was wearing the same red and white hat he was wearing when they first met. Maybe he was wearing it as symbol of everything that had come and gone, like their friendship. No, Ash wasn't profound enough for that. His black hair was still a greasy mess, but she had to admit that it went rather well with his blue jacket that wasn't zipped in order to let people see the black t-shirt behind it. His jeans were way too small and could have easily been mistaken for shorts, but Misty knew better than that. He was wearing the exact same clothes he had been wearing on the day he stole her bike. Ash was playing the nostalgia card.
"I know you forgave me for stealing your bike and I know you can forgive me for what I've done now. Besides, I fixed up your bike and returned it, didn't I? Maybe I can do a similar think now." Ash looked at her, shaking his head, preparing to break down in tears.
Misty took a deep breath.
"Wait." Ash interjected her train of thought, thinking he had to get the last word in, as usual. "Before you say anything, I just want you to know that I'm sorry." He felt a tear fall down his face. He felt more and more slide down from his eyes as she didn't reply.
Misty outstretched her right hand and grabbed his left. "It's okay."
Before Ash knew what to reply, Misty kissed him. The kiss was so rushed and clumsy that they banged cheekbones, but it was enough to tell Ash all he needed to know.
All These Years
Ash gazed at the elegant figure in front of him. It was quite apparent that she had been crying, as her eyes were puffy and red. Normally, that would be quite repetitive to the average person, but this just made him like her more. Her fists were clenched and shaking, but with anger, fear or sorrow, he could not tell. She was wearing the same yellow t-shirt and blue shorts she had worn when he first met her. Ash took a deep breath in, remembering and realising how badly he wanted to reminisce about the old days with her without the same hostile atmosphere that had followed their conversations for so long. Perhaps the past was a good place to start his apology. Ash thought about it, staring at her while she returned his gaze. The girl in front of him shook her head, smiling in a bittersweet way. If he didn't start talking now, he'd miss his chance.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Do you remember back when we were younger than we are today? I barely can. I recall asking my mom where my daddy was and she told me that he had gone away on some urgent business and we probably wouldn't see him again. Before I became a Pokemon trainer, I felt empty inside. In school, I had no friends. Everyone thought I was too childish and emotional and I can't blame them. Once, in school, when we were learning about how to keep a Pokemon who has been poisoned from fainting, I stood up and fell to the ground, writhing and screaming in supposed agony. I didn't feel any pain, I just thought it was funny. My teacher thought I was having a fit and she made all the other children leave the classroom. When I told her that I was messing, I was suspended for a few days because I needed to grow up.
"I blamed my dad for my misfortunes in life; having no friends, having no Pokemon as pets, having to put up with Gary. He never came home, never sent a letter to me and mom didn't tell me anything. Eventually, I just forgot about him and decided that no matter what, I'd become the very best. I realised not too long ago that I had this empty feeling inside of me before I became a Pokemon trainer, as if I was suffering from depression. The day I was given Pikachu, that feeling disappeared.
"Thinking back, it wasn't the exact moment that I received Pikachu that made the depression disappear. It was later on that day, when I ran into you and stole your bike. I know we didn't have the greatest first impressions of each other, but I looked in your eyes for a second as I grabbed your bike and you know what? I felt happy and sad. I felt scared and relieved. I felt anxious and outgoing. In truth, I don't know what I felt, but it was amazing and whatever it was, it was because of you.
"They say that people's faces can lie to you because they can be controlled, but the eyes never lie. When I looked into your eyes that day, they told mine that we were in love, even if we didn't know it. I know it now and you know it as well. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't love me." When she didn't reply, he sighed and opened his eyes. "I can't force you to do anything, Misty. We all make our own decisions, but I need you to look into my eyes and tell me that you don't love me."
The red-haired girl took a few steps to get closer to him and looked him in the eyes. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
Ash closed his eyes again. "I know that what I've done in the past few days was horrible and no one needs to know about it. We'll keep it as a secret between ourselves and learn from it, because everyone learns from their mistakes. Maybe this event will build our bond and make us become closer to each other than ever, but only if you let it." He opened his eyes and looked into hers, willing her to give an answer.
She looked at him. He was a twelve year old now. Ash wasn't the same goofy kid he was a few years ago. He had matured quite a lot, enough to realise he was in the wrong. He was wearing the same red and white hat he was wearing when they first met. Maybe he was wearing it as symbol of everything that had come and gone, like their friendship. No, Ash wasn't profound enough for that. His black hair was still a greasy mess, but she had to admit that it went rather well with his blue jacket that wasn't zipped in order to let people see the black t-shirt behind it. His jeans were way too small and could have easily been mistaken for shorts, but Misty knew better than that. He was wearing the exact same clothes he had been wearing on the day he stole her bike. Ash was playing the nostalgia card.
"I know you forgave me for stealing your bike and I know you can forgive me for what I've done now. Besides, I fixed up your bike and returned it, didn't I? Maybe I can do a similar think now." Ash looked at her, shaking his head, preparing to break down in tears.
Misty took a deep breath.
"Wait." Ash interjected her train of thought, thinking he had to get the last word in, as usual. "Before you say anything, I just want you to know that I'm sorry." He felt a tear fall down his face. He felt more and more slide down from his eyes as she didn't reply.
Misty outstretched her right hand and grabbed his left. "It's okay."
Before Ash knew what to reply, Misty kissed him. The kiss was so rushed and clumsy that they banged cheekbones, but it was enough to tell Ash all he needed to know.