Author notes: The first thing I have to say is AAML fans beware. As long as there is no concrete evidence in the show that Ash and Misty will be together I will not remain true to that thought. Though I know that in the anime, Misty indirectly confesses her feelings for 'someone who she doesn't know if they return them.' Even though she doesn't say a name, she doesn't have to. It's obvious that it's either Brock or Ash. In this fic it's Ash. I may come up with a fic where her feelings are for Brock, but I'm not too sure on that. Anyway, this is my first song-fic and I hope that I do all right in it. Though, I also plan on having this a multi-chapter song-fic. I'm also putting in characters from Pokemon Heroes, though please don't be upset with me if I'm OOC on them, because I don't exactly remember how their personalities were in the movie, plus this is much further in the future than at what point it was in the movie. Anyway, here's the fic!
Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon nor will I ever in all likelihood. Mainly because I'll never have enough funds to be able to buy it.
Ages: Misty: 20 Ash: 19 Bianka: 19 Brock: 28 Gary: 20 Pikachu (Pika years): 48 Togepi (Toge years): 25 Duplica: 19 May: 20
Please note that those who I've put up ages for will have a pretty big part, though some more than others. Though just because I have their ages up doesn't mean that I'll have them a lot in this, I just may use them for one part or something. I have a lot to decide still on this fic. Also, I may have other characters in the fic whose ages don't appear above. A couple of examples are Delia and Prof. Oak.
"Are you sure?" she asks me.
"Yeah. I can see it. You love Ash. You should just tell him," I reply. I'm hoping that something that I think of will actually work. I just can't stand it when I get rejected by every girl that I fall in love with. I at least want those who are close to me to be with someone they care about.
"But, what if he doesn't return my feelings?" she asks, uncertain.
"I'm sure he does. I mean, look at all we've been through. He's never intentionally hurt you and both of you treat each other the same. If he doesn't love you, then I don't know what love is!" I proclaim.
"Well, I know that you don't know what it is whether or not he love me," Misty comments, dryly.
"Come on!" I cry. "I'm trying to help you out!"
"Yeah, I know," Misty replies. "It's just that I don't know what to say. How should I tell him that I love him?"
"I don't know, but you'll just know when the time comes," I assure her. Although, I'm not too certain of that myself. Personally, I'm just wondering if I can successfully match these two up, but I want them to be happy. Though, as dense as Ash is, I don't know if Misty telling him anything of how she feels towards him will penetrate his thick skull. I sigh without realizing it. Ash can be so dense at times that I swear that he's denser than anything on the atomical scale. It just amazes me how much can be said without him ever realizing it.
"Then what was that sigh for?" Misty demands.
I sigh again. If only I knew exactly how to handle this. "Nothing. Now, I'll get Ash to meet you. We're near where you said that you met him, right?"
"Yeah."
"So, we'll then just get him to meet you there, knowing that you have something to tell him."
"Okay, I'll go there now. If you could just tell him to meet me there now, that would be best," Misty asks.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I don't want to lose my nerve this time," Misty answers. I look into her pleading eyes. I know that her asking me to ask Ash to do this is hard enough for her. I take a deep breath. I know that Ash had better tell Misty how he feels, otherwise he'll have an even bigger challenge than an upset Misty. Me!
"Okay. I'll go find Ash and you go wait by the river bank," I tell her. Misty walks off towards the river as I begin to go looking for Ash.
I know I need to tell him. I just can't think of how to say it. I've never been able to tell if he's ever felt anything for me, but I just can't stop feeling this way about him. My Togepi is always there to comfort me, but I don't think that he understands. Ash's Pikachu seemed to understand more, but I just don't know. I love him, but I need to know. I hope that I can get through this. If I thought that I wouldn't be able to tell him, I never would have asked him to meet me here, along the river where we first met. I don't know how long I'll be, but I don't want to take so long.
I begin to pace back and forth along the bank of the river. Why am I so nervous? It seems like yesterday that we would yell at each other without hesitating, even if there really wasn't anything for us to argue about we'd find something to go at each other's throats. I rub my sweaty hands on my shorts. I don't remember ever feeling this way before. I mean as being this nervous. Even when I was scared, I never was at a loss of how to act. I don't even know how I should tell Ash that I love him. Could it be that. . . No! I will not think about that. I need to keep a positive outlook on this. If he has feelings for me, this will be a perfect opportunity for him to tell me.
I can't help but wonder what I'll be doing a year from now. Will we be married and have our first child, or will we be engaged, or will Ash just want to take things slowly? I look at my watch. I've been here fifteen minutes. What could be taking Ash and Brock? I wonder.
I'm gathering firewood and almost done when Brock calls out to me. I call back to let him know that I heard him, though I wonder why he was calling out to me; I wasn't gone that long, was I? I walk over to him and he takes the load of firewood that I was carrying. "Hey!" I cry. "It's my turn to gather the firewood!"
"I know, but Misty wants to talk to you by the river," Brock replies.
"She does?" I ask, wondering why.
"Yeah. Now, I want you to go talk to her and you WILL tell her how you feel about her.
"Huh?" I'm now confused. What is he talking about?
"You know what I mean. I can see it when both of you argue. You love each other," Brock answers, making me question his sanity once again.
"I don't know what you mean by that, Brock. I don't have any feelings like that for Misty," I reply, picking up more firewood. "She's my best friend."
Brock sighed. I could tell that he was irritated, but I don't understand why. One thing that I'm also wondering is why does he think that I have feelings for Misty? Sure I enjoy arguing with her, but there's nothing more to that. Why would he think that? The more I think about it the more confused I get. I finally realized something. I can tell Misty how I feel about her, but Brock would think that I'm going to do what he was wanting me to do. I think of the best way to word it before I speak again.
"Okay, fine. I'll tell Misty how I feel about her and nothing else okay?" I ask.
"That's fine with me. I also expect you two to be together from now on," Brock told me.
I nod, not wanting to say anything else afraid that I'd tip my hand to what I was actually planning on doing. Of course I'd tell Misty how I felt about her, but it wouldn't be what Brock was wanting me to tell her. I care too much for her as a friend to lie to her like that. I just hope that if Brock was right about how Misty felt about me that she wouldn't take this too hard. Although I wouldn't want to hurt her, I don't see a way out of this without doing that if she did have special feelings towards me. I take a deep breath as I walk towards the river to find Misty.
I turn quickly as I hear footsteps along the river's edge. I catch my breath not daring to hope that it's Ash. When I can see him emerge from some bushes that were along the river's edge, my heart seems to stop beating for a minute before it picks up again. I can't remember what I was planning on saying. But luckily Ash spoke first so I could speak without being quite so nervous. Who knows, I might be able to find a flow to go in and tell him how I feel.
"Brock told me that you had something to talk with me about?" Ash asked.
I allow myself a slight smile. Ash really was just as dense now as he was when I first met him. I nod before speaking, "Yeah. I have something that I need to tell you. I can't hold it in anymore."
I notice that this really gets Ash's attention. "I'm not really certain when it began to be this way. All I know is that. . . uh. . . hmmm." I pause, unable to continue for a moment. "What I'm trying to say is that I've been in love with you for a while, Ash. I just, uh, I just couldn't bring myself to tell you sooner."
Ash turns as he sits down to look in the river. I walk over and sit next to him. "I don't know what to say really. I guess that I'm flattered, but I'm sorry."
What he said completely threw me off guard. "What?" I ask, afraid of what I can tell that he's probably going to say.
"Well, it's just that I can't return your feelings." I hear Ash sigh. I can't help but let a tear slide down the side of my face. "To me you've always been a very good friend. I don't think that I would have made it as far as I did without you as my friend. I guess that I'd begun to just take your presence for granted and never considered that you might have felt that it was something more. So, I guess that I'm sorry." Ash sighs before continuing. "I'm sorry that I can't return your feelings for me. I also don't want to pretend to have feelings for you. It just wouldn't be right."
I can't stand it. I know that he's being nice, but I just can't be next to him right now. I know that he wasn't trying to hurt me, but it didn't help. All the fear and being nervous turned to hot anger. I mostly felt angry at myself for thinking that Ash would reciprocate my feelings. I question why I really thought that he might feel the same way about me. I can hardly see as the tears are now flowing freely. The first time I actually felt like letting them flow. I always tried to keep my composure, but now it no longer really seems important to do that now. I stumble into where we had made a small campsite while we rested today from our traveling. I don't really know why I feel like crying, but I just do. Could it be that my feelings ran deeper than I thought?
"Toge toge priiii?" my Togepi called out.
"Oh Togepi!" I cry softly as I pick up my Togepi and hold him close almost as I would a stuffed animal.
I don't know how long I sit there crying, but Brock walks back carrying the load of firewood that Ash was probably currently collecting when Brock told him to talk with Misty. I don't even notice him until he speaks. "Misty, uh, are you okay?" he asks softly.
I don't respond for a little while because I'm not completely sure if I am or not. After a moment's consideration, I nod. "I'm okay. I just . . ." I trail off.
"Ash didn't tell you how he felt, didn't he?" Brock asks.
I shake my head. "No, he told me how he felt."
"Then why are you so sad. I've never seen you cry before," Brock asks, with genuine concern in his voice.
"He doesn't . . . return my . . . feelings," I barely manage to say as the tears come back full force.
"What!" Brock snaps. "I told him that he'd better tell you that he loves you."
"Brock," I begin trying to stop my crying, "I would rather Ash be honest with me than try to make me feel better by lying. Because he'd only end up hurting both of us more than he has right now."
Brock nods, but I can tell that he still doesn't fully understand. But for me, that's okay. That's just the way Brock is. When he has his mind set, there is very little anyone can usually do to get him to change it for good. Though, sometimes I can stop him from acting on his thoughts or impulses for a little bit. I sigh. I guess that Ash just enjoyed our arguing for the heck of it, I think to myself as I just stare into the flames of the fire that Brock kindles.
Author's notes: Well? How was that? Any suggestions would be welcome. I also plan on continuing this, but please review! I want to know what others think of this. And remember! If you want to flame for any reason, bring on the flames! Though I do like reviews better. They just have a better ring to them. Oh! I also may bring in other characters that may or may not play a big part in this fic, but right now I don't have any plans to do so, but I may feel like it.