Ok, guys, just to make sure I don't confuse you. I'm just using the pokemon characters for a totally different storyline. I do not own Pokemon! Anyway Ash and Misty haven't met yet, and yes this is going to be another love story, but will be filled with action and pain. Anyway, please review and i hope you are not too confused.
For many years, Pallet town and Cerulean city had been at each other's throats for the masses of money and the power of land and pokemon. Nothing could keep the two towns apart from the arguments to murders that spread within both towns. Neither, Pallet or Cerulean admitted they were the ones to blame for their sin, but kept pressing on each other with violence. However, things got from bad to worse as the well known Pallet leader, Jason Ketchum, was killed in battle of trying to defend his home town. Everyone in Pallet was in anger and knew exactly who was to blame and took revenge on the Cerulean leader, Steven Waterflower along with his wife, Susan Waterflower. Sadly, from that day on the borders of Pallet and Cerulean were closed, except a lonely wild forest that was forgotten and lost within both towns.
A dark haired boy stood there, looking at his weeping mother as she laid some blood red roses along his father's grave. He had a large lump in his throat as his dark milky chocolate eyes scanned his father's name engraved in the green marbled grave stone. A strong hand came to contact with the boy's shoulder as his uncle offered a shoulder to cry on, but the young boy refused and bravely looked back at his father's grave.
"Ash hunny, do you want to talk to your father?" asked his mother, sadly.
Ash felt kinda of uncomfortable talking to his dead father; who obviously won't respond back. 'If it wasn't for that stupid war, nothing would of happened to my dad,' thought Ash and with that he began to rush off as he burst into tears.
Jason stood nervously in front of his five year old son, looking at his wife for support in breaking the news to him as lightly as possible. His wife held his sweaty hand as he began to tell his son about the war against Cerulean and he would be back as soon as possible.
The young Ash didn't understand, but just smiled and gave his dad a big hug.
The days went by and Ash's mother and his newly found uncle had to break the sudden news of the eager waiting boy. Those words stung into mind even since, "Baby, Daddy has gone to heaven and he isn't coming back."
He sped off back home; ignoring the Pallet peoples' greetings. His head was spinning not wanting to communicate with anyone, not even with his best friend Gary Oak.
Noticing, his house was in his view as he spirited to the white door, knocking Mr Mime off his feet as he swiftly entered the warm house. "Sorry, Mr Mime," mumbled Ash under his breath and helped the cleaner back to his broom.
Suddenly, he heard some loud and deep footsteps making their way up to the front door, but Ash zoomed up to his room. Ash, hurriedly, was about to the lock the door, until his uncle's grip managed to push back the door. Ash tried to refuse his uncle's kindness, but failed as his uncle rushed to his side to his distraught nephew.
"There there, kido, I knew you were hurting," comforted his uncle as he cuddled Ash gently.
Ash let his eyes water as his uncle's embrace was so similar to his father's. His uncle had the same jet black hair that was short and spiky at the ends. His face was scarred for life as each deep red scar symbolised the War with his dark eyes calmly looking upon his brother's child.
'How could those stupid Cerulean people do such a thing to this poor boy,' thought Ryan, who tried to comfort his nephew as best as he could.
A tall teen aged girl crept along the golden soft sand as she carefully placed two pearl coloured roses into the calm tides of the ocean. She watched the two roses float away in the distance of the soft clashes of the waves.
"They're just for you, mum and dad," she muttered, returning to her sisters and brother on the balcony. They all fell into a sudden silence as the gentle breeze danced around the group, drawing the night near. They leisurely walked home passing the hatred Pallet posters that still clung onto the brick walls of high and towering buildings.
"Well, you girls, better get ready for the water show," reported Brock, checking his watch.
The teen aged girl smiled at her brother figure, ever since her parents died in the War, Brock had taken the lead of a parent and a role model for the Waterflower daughters. Misty didn't need a role model though, she was already a kind and caring girl; who admitted she had a few mood swings from time to time.
Her auburn hair was carefully combed into a high ponytail and fake jewels were neatly arranged into her locks. She slowly slid into her golden like dress and whirled around in front of her mirror; admiring her beauty, but something was still missing in her life.
"Ready, sis?" asked her older sister, Lily.
Misty nodded sadly, not wanting to let perverted men stare at her slim figure and having no one to protect her from the evil in the world that she was soon to face.
"Hey, what's the matter?" her sister questioned seriously, walking up to her side.
"I'm missing mum and dad," croaked Misty, close to tears.
The torches of flames burned into the night sky outside the Waterflower's house and the angrily mobs began to tear down the house.
"Get out of here!" ordered Steven to his family; holding the front door that was being targeted.
Susan crouched down to her four daughters and told them to go to Brock's house and take cover. The daughters agreed and quickly rushed off into the night, hoping they will see their mother and father again.
Nights passed, Brock sat in front the Waterflower daughters and sadly announced, "I'm so sorry girls, your mother and father died in the attack."
"Hey, come on Misty, I'm missing them too, but those horrible Pallet people are the ones to blame. We will get revenge some day" said Lily, rocking her little sister as she sobbed silently.
Stay tuned for the next chapter 'The meeting', coming soon.