Darkness of My Tears - PG13

[Kylie-chan]

 

[Kiri]

Oooooooh! Yet another Misty+Ash romance. But a good one. Keep it up!

 

[Lily]

hm, okay now. I can clearly see this is indeed a Misty-loves-Ash story. @_@; Oi. ANYWAYZ...

Okay, there are some specific parts of sentences I really LOVED that you used, with some words that makes it even more better. The one thing I would really advise on is the paragraph seperation. Seperate them whenever there is dialogue going on, or another totally new idea occurs. It makes it less confusing for the readers truth be told...o.o;

But I like how you wrote out May's feeling of affection, as well as Mistys. It's funny to see Misty jealous and doing things like that, and who knows what a hot orange headed teenager can do for love. *rolls eyes* I would consider seperatign certain details and such, but otherwise, I love the Misty schemes and all. ^_~ Best of luck with the next chapter!

 

[Kylie-chan]

Thanks. Right now, I've nearly finished the third chapter, but taking advice from a guy on Serebii.net, I'm waiting for more ppl to read it so I don't give them all who are new to the story five chapters when I've only just started. Oh, and Misty gets pretty desparate, I'll tell ya now. ;)

 

[Kylie-chan]

if you want chapter two just ask and I'll post it here replacing this sentence

 

[Kiri]

Keep goin! Very emotional. Nice!

 

[Mr Cat Dog]

You captured May and Misty's emotions very very well. That's something not many people can do well. I suppose the first person part helped a little bit though. It'd be interesting to see Ash's view of these things though - although that might ruin the story a bit... Anyways. Like I said - you did capture the emotion and atmosphere of the situation well by either using sympathetic background to Misty's POV, or just by chance :P

Like LilyPichu said though, you do need to space out your paragraphs. Just press the enter button twice to do it. Also, although you described the emotion beautifully, there wasn't much in the way of scenic description. I couldn't really picture where the characters were, just that they were going up a hill in a storm. Even if you add just the slightest more description, it'll definitely improve your fic by a long shot.

Well, try and space out the paragraphs and work on the description a bit, so good luck ^_^

 

[B-Baller]

Whoa! Cool! I'm from SPPf but I haven't seen this before! This is cool! I'm an Advancedshipper but I hafta admit this is cool! *goes off to find more ship ficcys*

 

[Kylie-chan]

thanks. also there is more description, but i wanted to focus on the emotions of the characters more than the scenery around for the moment. I just finished chapter five, so 2 and 3 are being put here now. :D

 

[Kylie-chan]

The sky was still pitch-black, the thunder roaring in a certain fiery-headed teenager outside in the bitter ice of the flood. Oblivious to the world around her, oblivious to the fact the water was up to her ankles already, Misty was laughing maniacally. ''HAHAHAHAHA!'' she screamed, her voice echoing in the dismal, howling winds.

Three others were on another mountain watching down on the pounding waves, with logs floating randomly along in muddy foam.

"Whoa, Jessie, who's that out in the rain?" James asked incredulously.

"It's the twerp!"

"Which twerp?" Meowth asked interestedly.

"The red-head. Miffy or something?" Jessie replied.

"AHA! Let's carry out our plan now! You know the plan..." Meowth cried.

"Are you sure we can actually carry it out?" James rolled his eyes. The plans had never worked.

"We've got her right here in our paws - hands. That Miffy," Meowth said slyly.

The three snickered and laughed sinisterly into the night...

*

Misty lay still, sprawled on a bough of a tree that hadn't been knocked over yet.

"You're a foul beast, Misty. You dreamed of actually KILLING that - cow? I hate myself. I don't think she deserves death. I do! I'm savage. And Ash-" She shook her fist angrily. "He thinks she's so perfect, I'll just go away and let them be lovebirds. They won't notice me. I've got to finish this. This is the end. Goodbye."

But before she could dive into the swirling waters, a shadow approached. Misty stopped as the figure came into view.

"Whoa... He's gorgeous," she muttered.
He had long, silky dark hair tied into a lazy but elegant ponytail, and melancholy and stunning deep brown eyes. He was tall and slender, and looked upon her with a gaze that would melt the heart of even the most heartbroken, bitter woman on Earth.

"Hi," Misty said vaguely, staring at this luscious man. And he was only fifteen, by the look of him... Or maybe seventeen, but anyway she was NEARLY fourteen... She forgot about her suicidal plans and focused on him.

"May I offer you shelter, my lady?" the man asked in a rich, deep, slow, handsome voice.

My lady. Misty thrilled from her bare toes to her numb head, dizzy and ecstatic. He was treating her like someone special! After all, it wasn't as if she was anybody, or Ash would... love... her. But then, he was just a dorky loser, compared to this...

"Yeah," and Misty blushed. She couldn't be like this man's true love, he was too good to pass up, so how could she compare to the standards he would have set, seeing each girl throw himself down at his feet.

His touch was beautiful as she helped him climb up. "We can get from tree to tree," the man said. "By the way, my name is Ross."

He even likes me enough to tell me his name. And I love that name.

"I'm Misty."
"Misty,'' the man said dreamily.

"Ross," Misty whispered, loving every minute of it. And then, as the dark night crept around her and her tumultous emotions hit her full-force, she broke down and cried into his suit miserably, his arms enfolding her soothingly.

Ash sighed and stared out into the moorish surroundings of the once dry Fallabor/Lavaridge area. May was leaning on his shoulder, her eyes drawn to him. Misty was gone. But it was sheer stupidity, going to look for her now.

May said, "I'll get Torchic to light a fire, Ash."

"Great idea," Ash smiled.

May smiled inwardly. He was praising her!

"Torchic, Ember!"

A tiny fire flared and crackled merrily. May said, "I'll make something to eat, seeing as Brock's asleep."

She put her fingers - Ash didn't notice, but on purpose - right near the fire, throwing in a tin of soup wrapped in fire. "Ow, Asssssshhh, I've burned my finger!" she cried.

Ash patted her on the shoulder. "It'll be right. Lucky I taught my new Surskit Water Gun!"

The water extinguished May's finger - and, her fire. "OOOOOHHH, Ash I'm soooo cold."

"Take my blanket," Ash offered kindly.

"But you'll be cold," May pointed out tearfully, a tremble in her sweet tones.

"Well... What should we do? All our Fire Pokemon are exhausted and too cold to make much of a fire. And we might burn something."

"We could..." May said hopefully.

"Yeah?"
And May said, "Didn't you know body heat warms others up as well?"

Ash stared at her, confused.

As an answer, May wrapped her arms around Ash and said, "Sleep tight, honey."

Chapter 3

Ash pulled away in revulsion and horror.

?You? you...? he spluttered, shaken. ?What do you want with me??

May looked crestfallen.

?Well? I may as well tell you?? she said hopelessly. ?I kinda? OK, I really, really, really? have a crush on you.?

Ash was mortified. His face reddened.

?Well, it isn?t welcome,? he told her crossly. ?Dammit, May, why?d ya have to do this??

?You can?t stop love,? May pointed out. ?Oh, but I do love you.?

?I don?t love you,? Ash said tersely. ?You mustn?t tell anyone.?

?OK,? May murmured sorrowfully. She blushed, tears leaking like salty waterfalls over her face, cascading; the tears were the blood of her broken heart. Every dream? thrown away in a world of misery and devastation, of heartbreak and anguish.
***
Ross whispered gently, his eyes upon her, ?Misty, we cannot get down now. But we will be flooded out of the tree. The waves will carry us far away, but we will be together. Say it?? He smiled.

Misty glowed. ?You don?t need to hear it,? she said softly. ?You know. We?re connected by love. Unspoken, you know.?

Ross said, ?Well, we?ll wait here in the bliss, darling.?

?OK,? Misty agreed. ?But I have Water Pok?mon; we could ride on them??

?No,? Ross murmured. ?We can?t breathe underwater. Besides, it would hurt them, forcing them to do such a gargantuan task.?

?I don?t want to die,? Misty whimpered.

?Alone, death is desolation,? Ross said. ?Together, death is simply the ending of a long, happy day.?

He?s perfect. Gorgeous, nice, smart, poetic? He?s what I?ve craved. Not Ash, but this, REAL love.?

Yeah,? Misty answered. ?I can take it now, Ross.?

They didn?t notice that the water had risen so much in the tornado that was tugging at the tree, in their dominion of amour, that it was up to their knees.

Then Misty realised.

?AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH? It?s coming? Get ready, Ross!?
Just then, a massive tsunami swept them into the dark, wintry water. Misty screamed, but only bubbles emerged. She shut her mouth and eyes and focused on the body beside her, preparing for her demise?
***
?Wha??? the teenager said. ?Dammit, the connection?s broken. Dammit!!!?

The teenager stood up irately and hit the ?Off? button on the radio. The static died, and then there was silence.

The cool blue afternoon air wafted into his room and he calmed down.

?Might be some TV, at least,? he muttered, stomping out into the lounge room.
The only channel Fortree City had access to currently was TreeTV.

?Crap name, but hey, the TV?s OK, at least,? the teenager shrugged.

There was a weather report on.

?Hoo boy, the radio?s dead, and there?s news on? I wish we lived in Lilycove; it?s the pits in the sticks. And I hate living up in a tree. Spoils the radio transmitter sometimes. AAAAAHHH! Oh, just a **** bug Pok?mon on the window. Pok?mon sucks. If it wasn?t for Dad being the great Professor Rain from outta town, we wouldn?t be like this. He loves Castform and rain. Can?t see why. Each time there?s a storm, the tree practically falls over," the boy muttered. "Hang on? storm??

The calm voice on the news was saying, ?Flood warnings, severe, hail, thunder, lightning, and predicted to be up to 200 millimetres of rain for the first night, the normally dry region between Fallabor Town and Lavaridge is up for a hard deluge of bad, icy - possibly minus fifty degrees Fahrenheit on the top of Mount Chimney - weather. Those in the nearby city of Mauville have been warned as the storms are calculated to head for there. Fallabor and Lavaridge have been evacuated, and those out in the open flown to Rustboro, as the storms could head for Verdanturf after Mauville. Fortree is not in any danger. Those in the Power Plant are ready for blackouts and to turn off the power should there be an electrical hazard south of Mauville or in the city. Now, we?ve had good sunshine in Littleroot and Oldale??

The teenager sighed and walked into his room. Nothing to do. As usual.
The radio was fine again, until an hour later when there was a test flight of a song.

?We bring you a new song, ?I Dream of Jirachi? by Poison Deoxy, the chart-topping band? Hey, what the heck is goin? on?!? the radio announcer cried, unnerved, out of his collected and complacent frame of mind. ?Huh??

There was a weird noise, a crash of CDs, machinery, and the microphone, and then there was a yelp of pain from the radio announcer, DJ Treecko. ?AAAAAAAHHHHH! Who the heck are you??

Drawn in by this bizarre happening, the boy sat closer on his bed, which was covered in leaves from the window being open. He forgot to swear and think, ?Mum had better get me one of those leaf blowers before I crack??, but ignored the greenery coating his plain black doona, and the few leaves blown onto his glossy, long, brown hair.

?Move aside,? a cold, steely female voice snarled. ?Or die.?

The boy shuddered, anxious and frightened.

Another voice, male, said, ?Hypnobot, do your stuff.?

There was a whirring of a CD being started, and a voice said

mechanically, ?Listen closely. We know who you are. 1231341212420012, keep your radio on. Or else.?

It was strange, but those sinister voices, the name ?Hypnobot?, and the huge number 1231341212420012, were all familiar? But the boy could never remember even hurting his brain so much as to think of numbers as big as 1231341212420012, and he?d never met anyone with that voice? The boy found his ears pricked, listening alertly, unable to stop, as the voice spoke once more?

There ya go, extra helpings today! :-)

 

[paige pelletier]

that is great I love it write more!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[Aquacorde]

I saw this on Latias Ex. I love this! Keep writing!

 

[Kylie-chan]

Thanks, good thing you've been to that site, I am a mod of doom there! MUHAHAHAHA!
ok. I'll post soon. Right now, I've just stopped being busy, so please excuse me to rest a bit.

thanks yet again :)

 

[Zapchu]

Wow...I decided to peek into the fanfiction forums here at PC and I found this. You're a great writer! Althought I was shocked when Ash said that to May...keep up the great writings! I hope to read more fics from you, Dark Pikachu!

 

[paige pelletier]

I am begging you write more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[Kylie-chan]

sure. will do... tomorrow.

 

[paige pelletier]

It is soooo cool!!!!!!!! you could write a book!

 

[Kylie-chan]

haha paige lol... thanks... if only you knew the truth you'd be soooo tickled pink...

Anyway, you're now got the same amount as SPPf. So be happy.

^^ Look, I made a crappy title pic for a crappy story with a crappy title! YAAAAY!

Chapter Four

They whirled through bracing realms of water, icy hands clasped as they flew on. The current pushed them along and their hearts were beating as one.

Misty was dizzy and choking. She pulled out her Pok? Ball and released Starmie. The two held on and Starmie pushed them up so they could breathe. They were too tired to do anything but hold on as their heads took the brunt of the winds, racing through the water exhilaratingly.

?Whoa,? Misty spluttered, ?we?re living.? Happiness surged through her.

?Starmie will get tired soon,? Ross reminded her. ?I hope you have other Water types??

?Yeah.?

?Good,? Ross said fervently. ?We?re gonna make it!?

They faced ahead, and then? Ross made up his mind.
***
He couldn?t remember anything. He felt vacant, impassive, except for one determined, desperate desire to go to Lilycove City. He had to go to Lilycove. That was all he knew. He didn?t even know why he had to go to Lilycove. He just knew that something terrible would happen if he didn?t.
The teenager crossed the hallway, which was fortunately devoid of leaves as the window was shut, and went into the kitchen. Mum was there, cooking dinner busily.

?Mum,? the boy said, wheedling.

?I?m busy,? Mum said vaguely.

?I want to go to Lilycove City.?

?Lilycove??

?Yeah.?
?Too expensive, darling. And your father doesn?t have time, and we don?t have a -? His mother stopped abruptly. She wished as much as her son did that they had a car. But it was unfeasible. His mother was out of the workforce, as she had to look after everything, due to the fact her son was normally at school and her husband worked late and started early. Professor Rain was not exactly well-paid for his ?bizarre? profession. And it felt wrong to say that, anyway.

?PLEASE! Mum, I?m begging you.?

?We can?t, darling.?

?PLEASE!?

?Sorry??
?THAT?S IT! I?M LEAVING!?

His mother was alarmed. ?I?d take you if I could, but??

?But nothing,? the teenager snapped curtly. And he made for the ladder that led to the ground, but his mother stopped him.

?Settle down. I?ll take you on a bus.?
---
They finally reached Lilycove. The boy thrust the door open, leapt out, and stood in the roaring of the city. He could hear waves crashing, and happiness everywhere, the stuff he had once longed for, nevertheless he didn?t care. The mother headed for the Department Store, but the boy marched, without a clue where he was going, yet a vivid idea that he had to go there. He had to meet them in a dark, grimy alley. That was all.
***
The first thing the purple-headed boy knew that she was the most beautiful creation upon Earth. With trailing hair that glistened like sunbeams, eyes like pools of azure splendour, a lithe stature, brains, sympathy, innocence, and a melodic voice that could sweeten even the bitterest, she was just? perfect. And she battled wonderfully with her Water Pok?mon.

I love her, he thought. I need her.

And then? the most wonderful thing happened. She noticed him. She read his plea for love, and then suddenly, she blushed divine pink, giggled, and tried to evade him, yet seemed to come back for more.

He was buoyant, floating on air. At the school prom, he intended to ask her out. He was sitting out on the bridge, near the gently gleaming tarn of moonlight, waiting to see the pale, lovely girl, and then? he did.

He awkwardly stammered, ?Will you be my girlfriend?? to her.

?Yes,? she murmured, her tones like a flute, and he was radiant. He kissed her, and all was the stuff fairytales are born from.

Until the last-day-of-high-school formal. In their ?sacred? spot on the bridge, she was there, wrapped in the arms of his arch rival, who was meant to be steady with Jane Browne.

He turned and ran, face burning, tears running down his cheeks. He was filled with a burning, passionate hatred. She had played with his heart. Taken advantage of his fervour for her. He would avenge himself.

Chapter Five

May burned inside. She had disgraced herself in the presence of Ash. She looked away awkwardly, realising her reckless blunder had ruined what could have been real love. She couldn?t stand the pregnant silence. Her ears were flaming, and inside she was screaming at herself.

Ash looked away out at the turbulent tempest. ?Let?s hope Misty comes back soon,? he muttered, for something to say. ?She might? drown??

May said nothing. She was too mortified. And he was THINKING of Misty, instead of her! That was too much to bear. Tears trickled down her hot cheeks, and she focused on the cave wall, her thoughts tumbling over one another as they, a dissonance of voices, vied to be the cruellest tormenter. You fool? You fool? You idiot? She writhed inside.

Ash couldn?t believe it, dizzy and rocked. Oh my gosh, he thought. I didn?t expect this. She?s ruined our alliance forever. How can I talk to her when I know I?ve broken her heart? Yet was I supposed to lie, agree, and keep up a fa?ade just to make a girl happy? When she would have found out, she would have been hurt even more. And she - was - my friend. I couldn?t hurt her like that.

Ash mulled over this. Do I really love anyone? Am I supposed to be in love? Is it mandatory? Am I unlike everyone else because I don?t have a crush on anyone? Or do I have a crush? I hardly know any girls. May - never. Not now. Misty? MISTY? What the - Misty? He couldn?t really decide about Misty. No? Of course not! But? Am I lying to myself about her? So he ignored that factor. Every other girl I know is too old or young for me.

May wondered about Ash. Do I really love Ash still? Yes. My heart is broken, but? I can?t stop loving him. But now, is it right now I?ve wrecked it? I?ll never get love now. I can?t love anyone, except for Ash, but I can?t have him. I will remain loyal. But I love him beyond words? expression. I will live, always pining. Or?

She remembered what was in her bag. And she decided to pull it out. There was nothing she could do. This had to be done.

*

Misty and Ross looked at each other. Ross opened his mouth to say something. He clasped her hand.


?Yeah?? Misty murmured.

?If - we live,? he spoke haltingly, ?I have to - leave Hoenn. I?m nineteen now, and I?ve been accepted for a job in Johto.?

Misty went paler than she already was. ?No!?

?Yes? But I still want to be with you. By the way, how old are you??

Misty didn?t want Ross to leave her because she was six years younger. She would have to lie.

?Eighteen. I?m short for my age,? she lied glibly.

?Then that?s it! We?ll travel the world together, in love happily! We?ll explore the regions of the world!?

Misty was bewildered and astonished. What the heck was Ross getting at? They?d known each other for two days!

?Misty, will you please marry me??

*

He knew what he had to do. There was a girl, a red-head. There were four twerps, with Pok?mon. He had to seduce the red-head into killing the twerp with the Pikachu, steal their Pok?mon, and then get the girl to kill herself, through hypnotism. He had specific instructions of course. One look in the powerful eyes of the Hypnobot, which was a Hypno transformed to do this kind of hypnotism through the power of voice - although he had to actually see the Hypnobot to make sure he was completely under the spell, as the masters and mistress of Hypnobot had to make sure this worked, after years of failure -, so he knew exactly what he had to do.

Those numbers, Hypnobot and the voices were familiar from a previous meeting. They had to make sure he was programmed to receive any instructions, but they hadn?t finalised the instructions, so they had to see him when they were done.

Ross Gardner, a bored and contemporary teenager, was turned into a cold-blooded killing machine under the pretence of the perfect man. The perfect man - who would take advantage of a girl?s shattered heart and hurt her even more.

*

?Come on, James,? Jessie groaned. ?You programmed the Gardner twerp to kill the red-head twerp? Kill the Pikachu twerp? That?s going a bit far.?

?That red-head twerp played me,? James said grimly. ?And we?ll never get the Pikachu if we don?t kill the other twerp.?

Jessie shook her head. ?She?s not even fourteen, boofhead. How did she play you??

But she looked indignant on James?s behalf.

They were sitting in a small, cramped cave, waiting for the storm to pass. The programming was quick, as Meowth had had everything ready. Outside, the powerful, soaring red peaks blocking the view were covered in hail and mud.

?She went with Jack at high school. Jack Green.?

?Your arch rival?? Meowth asked knowingly.

?Yes. She was KISSING Jack GREEN! My GIRLFRIEND!?

?But she never went to high school,? Jessie pointed out.

James scowled. ?That twerp looks exactly like the girl in my memory.?

But James was wrong. Deluded. He had been going out with Misty?s oldest sister. And now? the gun was pointed at the wrong girl. The dagger was at the throat of an innocent child.

Chapter Six

Misty was shocked. She knew she ought to be ecstatic, but she was nonchalant, with her heart fluttering painfully.

?Well?? Ross pressed eagerly, staring at her vague face.

?Oh,? Misty said softly. ?I - I??

She was trapped. She couldn?t say yes, but if she said no, she would ruin this, hurt Ross, destroy this chance. Ross would hate her because she was lying to him about her age if he found out, but saying ?Yes? was wrong. She hardly knew him, she was too young?

?Uh - uh? Ummmm? I don?t know!? Misty cried helplessly.

Ross gazed at her strangely. He was contorting his face in confusion.

?You don?t love me?? he said desperately.

?Yeah!? Misty said earnestly. ?But? is it the right time -yet??

Ross twiddled his fingers apprehensively.

?I believed in you,? he murmured. ?You??

?Oh, Ross! I still love you! But I don?t want to marry you??

?You?re using me. If you don?t aim for that, you?re wasting your time,? Ross snapped miserably.

?Yet,? Misty tacked on hastily. ?Marry you yet.?

What am I saying?

A glimmer of hope flashed in Ross?s face. He looked at her happily.

The plan. The plan. Remember the plan. She?s not totally in love with you yet unless she says yes.

Misty sighed, dizzy. Life was too tumultuous lately.

?The water?s going down!? Ross said joyfully. That reminded how cold Misty really was.

Then she had to get back home? To Ash? To the cave? Suddenly it didn?t feel like home. The life of a drifter didn?t include a set home. Wherever camp was, was wherever home was. With a pang, she realised she could never go back. It was with Ross, or go back to the taunts of her older sisters in Cerulean City. As they clambered out onto a low-lying tree bough, surrounded by a velvety black night punctuated by silver stars and a golden moon, encircled by reddish peaks, Misty knew which one she was choosing.

*

May fumbled with the gleaming, icy metal. Her pale fingers were tensed, clenched around a handle. She released one finger, pulled it back hesitantly, let her grip fall hopelessly, and then there was a loud BANG?

*

A pang of loneliness struck James as he sat tensely in the cavern, staring out at the black sky unseeingly. He?d been remembering his Growlithe a lot lately. His poor cherished Growlithe, taken away from him by the shadow known as death.

The heart-rending look in those soulful eyes as Growlithe died? The gentleness of the fur James had leant against for comfort as the world he?d never known beat him? The soft, soothing growl that lulled him to sleep in cold, bitter nights? The affectionate nip on the finger that made him laugh? Haunting him.

Would Growlithe like to see me what I am today?

James couldn?t fool himself. Growlithe had been what had kept him upright. But now, the bitterness had made him a beast. And that was betraying Growlithe.

The teenager threw a rock morosely. It bounced off the wall and hit Jessie on the head.

?Watch it, moron!? she shrieked, throwing it at back at James?s head. James ducked and sighed.

Meowth jumped up and screeched, ?Can ya please be quiet? I?m trying to get to sleep!?

James felt as though the tsunami of depression was drowning him, struggling in a darkness of shame, guilt, and misery. Then he remembered...

He turned away for the sake of discretion, almost hesitantly... was it right?

James's hand reached out for the bottle. He fished out his prize, and slowly began to devour, each swallow blurring his memories more and more.


SPPf's version has also been edited to patch up a few holes.
New chappy soon!

DP

 

[paige pelletier]

that is soooooo good it has no bad parts!!!!!!!!!!

 

[Kylie-chan]

I'm flattered, paige, you are so nice. Also, yes, I am writing more. I am very stressed however as I am having paint and photobucket problems. dammit but anyhow...