Why do you hate Christmas, Misty?

By Thunder Mouse Pikachu

Author's note: It's a parody to A Christmas Carol only Pokemon styled and the ending is a lot more pleasant. This is my first Pokemon fan fiction that I have ever posted online. I normally never post my fics but just this once I will, if you like my writing I'll post my other stories too.

Summary: When Christmas time comes around Misty is always been depressed. Why is it? Now after leaving Ash and Brock Misty grows more cold-hearted when one heartache ends another begins. When one fateful Christmas rolls in Misty is granted a chance to make her life better.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or A Christmas Carol. Only the story line is mine.

Chapter 1

May was dead, dead as a doornail. Even now after her passing for so long the case of her death was never revealed. The case was an open and shut case as many had said it to be. Even Office Jenny thought the cause of the young marine biologist's death would be easily solved but how wrong was she. May Oak's death haunt her business partner Misty Oak forever. The young gym leader/ water Pokemon master never forgot her partner/ sister-in-law's death. Even now on the door of Cerulean City gym it still says Gary, Misty and May Oak. The police officers were always curious why Misty cared about her sister-in-law's death more than her own brother Gary did.

As the laughter of young children's voices rang though the streets of Cerulean City no laugher was in the Cerulean Gym. Moans and groans of the sound of hurt Pokemon rang through the cold glass window and doors of the gym. The young children knew to stay away from the gym especially around Christmas when Mrs. Oak was in her terribly bad mood.

A man dress in black cloak walked through the snowy streets of Cerulean. The sound of children's laughter and song bought the man back cheerful memories of his childhood days. A tinkle of clear teardrops flowed from his eyes. The man quickly raised his cloak sleeve and wiped the salty tear away. The man rounded the corner and found four small children hurled together around a small fire Pokemon. The children were singing Christmas Carol's as one of the old children was holding a collection cup. The man gave a small sigh.

How it bought back memories of his childhood. In the days when he was young and naïve even though he hated to admit it. In the days when he was a Pokemon trainer striving for the title Pokemon Master… The days when he was traveling the countryside making a name of himself. The days when a living on the wood and eating off trainer money was the only way to survive. The days when he traveled with friends and lead a helping hand when another trainer was in need. Now after so long his training days were over. They had long left with his childhood sweetheart… A girl that bought joy and self-courage to him when he was down… a girl with a fiery temper and a heart of gold. Even though they had long parted ways the man still never forgot her. Every year when Christmas would roll in the words of her departure still left him in tears. He never got over the girl even after her marriage so many years ago...

"Mister can you spare a couple of cents?" asked a childish voice.

The man looked down and saw a small child probably ten or eleven. He was covered in rags. A small raw gloved hand was placed on the child's shoulder. A boy with raven black stood at the boy's side. Two other children an older boy and a girl all filthy and covered in dirt. They all had backpacks on their back and around their waists were six old pokeballs.

What had become of this world now? The world is nothing like it uses to be. If only I hadn't… Why did I let it happen? Now trainers on the road had no shelters. Pokemon Centers had long shut down their hotel and restaurant areas. All Pokemon Centers did now a days was heal Pokemon. At least that was still free.

"Please Mister spare a couple of cents," begged the childish voice.

The man gave a small nod and reached into his pockets. He pulled out a whole yen dropped it into the tin cup.

The boy looked into the cup and beamed. "Oh thank you Sir."

"You traveling for the Pokemon league?" asked the man.

"My friend is," said the boy motioning to the raven black hair boy. The man reverted his graze to the child and took a closer look. The flame of the fire Pokemon casted a glow to the boy. The man gave grasped in horror. The child was on crutches. His face was beaten up and traces of dried blood was still covered his face.

"It's okay Sir really. I'm okay so are my friends. Team Rocket just attacked his real badly. My Pikachu saved us but…" The child gave a moanful cry as he uncovered his jacket revealing a very badly wounded Pikachu. The man grasped.

"Why haven't you taken it to a Pokemon Center?" the man asked curiously.

"I… I can't. Only high-leveled Pokemon trainers can use the Pokemon Center in Cerulean City. It's a rule…" mumbled the boy.

The man gave a nod of understanding.

Another law made by the new Pokemon Master. God do I hate that guy…

The man fumbled through his coat pockets and pulled out a small bottle. "Here give this to your Pikachu." The man showed the children a bottle.

"I can't." The boy grasped after reading the label on the bottle, Full heal.

"Why not?" asked the man curiously.

"I… I can't. That a full heal," stammered the boy.

"So?" The man tilted his head in confusion. He turned the bottle around a couple of times and gave a confused look. "I can't tell what's so special about it. Looks like every other full heal."

"Take it Ashura," murmured the young boy.

"I can't Garick. I can't rob this kind man," whispered the raven hair boy.

"But… Ashura Pik needs it," mumbled Garick.

"Yeah, take it kid. Its just a full heal." The man gave a shrug of his shoulder.

"I can't," mumbled Ashura again.

"Why not?"

"Because full heals are expensive. We don't have the money to pay you back." Ashura gave a small blush of embarrassment.

"That right Sir," whispered a girlish voice.

The man turned around and the sight took his heart away. That girl looked just like his… his childhood lover. All of them reminded him of his childhood selves.

The man turned around and faced Ashura. "You're a Pokemon trainer ain't you Ashura?" asked the man.

The boy gave a simple nod.

"Well I too use to be a Pokemon trainer. Let's say it's a gift," suggested the man.

"Oh I couldn't." Ashura gave a sight shake of his head. The man gave a slight shake of his head.

This kid has my personality too. God I never knew I was this headstrong when I was a kid. No wonder M… she thought I was a pain in the back too before.

"How about I battle you? If you win you get the full heal for your Pikachu?" The man suggested.

"All right," the boy nodded his head. "Mystic hold Pik for me."

"Fine… fine. Always bossing me around." The girl gave a small grumble and walked up to Ashura. The girl took the Pikachu as Ashura pulled out a pokeball.

"Hoothoot go." The boy enlarged his pokeball and threw the ball out. Out popped a beautiful headstrong Hoothoot.

"Huh. All right Noctowl go." The man reached for his belt and pulled out an old worn out pokeball. The man did a fancy pose and threw the pokeball out. A shiny very fit Noctowl flew into the sky. The battle of the two nocturnal Pokemon started up a storm as across the street a man stared on in wonderment. He was warped in a woolen scarf and a netted hat. In his hands was a black bag. His eyes were squinted as he looked on at the battle in wonderment.

A Pokemon battle I sure haven't seen one of these in a long time… a very long time at least not one that wasn't virtue. I always loved good honest trainer and Pokemon battles that were more about strength and unity than about battles. Good has it been a long time. The last time I saw a good honest Pokemon battle was before I left him… my best friend a boy that was more like a younger brother than anything else did. I wonder what my old friend is doing right now?

A small beep snapped the man from his thoughts as he reverted his graze at his waterproof watch, eight o'clock. "God damn it," mumbled the man. He gave one last look at the battle. The Noctowl had won and the two were one their second Pokemon a Typhlosion against a Cyndaquil.

Man does that man has powerful Pokemon.

Beep! Beep! "All right! All right!" snapped the man. He gave a small grumble as he took off through the street. He turned through a brunch of aimless alleys reaching his destination before a glassed building. The man glanced up at the large sign, Cerulean Gym. God, even after working here for so long the words still got to him. Never in his life had he ever dreamt of working in Cerulean Gym. The man pushed open the hard doors and entered the gloomy gym. Even on Christmas there was no decoration. No life… no happiness. Ever since May's death the gym was lifeless like this. The man gave a sigh as a cruel voice broke the silence.

"Brock! Where you been? Don't you know when I say eight o'clock I mean eight o'clock," snapped the voice. The man, Brock looked down as his wristwatch and sighed. It was eight-o-two. God was Misty prickly about keeping on time.

"Sorry Misty but have some heart. Its Christmas." Brock gave heavy sigh. He knew reasoning with Misty about being in the holiday spirit was useless. She had been like this forever. Her heart was like the gym cold and lifeless. Some people had said that Misty was more dead than May was. How much Brock believed in that statement? Never in his years of traveling with her did he think that Misty would turn into what she was like now. She really was like a Gyarados now.

"Christmas. Piss mas. Who cares about Christmas? Christmas is for losers. Bah humbug," snarled Misty.

"God Misty," mumbled Brock.

"I hired you to look after the Pokemon not teach me the meaning of Christmas. The Pokemon are waiting get to work," snapped Misty.

"Yes Misty." Brock gave a stern nod. "Oh Misty?"

"Yeah?" asked Misty angering.

"I… uh…"

"What!" snapped Misty.

"Tomorrow Christmas…"

"I know… I know… Tomorrow's Christmas and you want a day off," Misty stated mocking.

"Yeah," Brock mumbled. "Its only one day in the whole year."

"Fine, fine. You can have the day off. Now get to work," snapped Misty.

"Thank you."

"Whatever," Misty snapped.

Brock gave a nod then ran off to the clinic part of the gym. There the workload was put to him as the room was filled with Pokemon that needed treatment.

As closing time in the gym rolled in the doors of the Pokemon Center once again started to jingle. A small young girl with blond hair and a set of sparkling sapphire eyes walked down the hall. She was dressed in a red grown with fur mittens and a mink jacket draped around her shoulders. The girl passed though the clinic and received and merry Christmas from Brock before venturing on. The girl stalked down the cold lifeless walk to where Misty's office was. The young girl gave a heavy sigh before pushing open the office door. The girl gave no notice to the decorations around the room and walked to the end of the room. The girl never got why Misty had her desk facing the windows if she never ever looked out of them.

The girl tapped the bell on Misty's desk alerting the grumbling woman from her calculations. "What?" snapped Misty. She flashed her head up and gave the girl a cruel stare.

"Merry Christmas Aunt Misty! God bless you!" This beautiful girl was one of Misty's many nieces and nephew. Unlike the rest this girl Rose cared for her aunt very much.

"Bah!" Misty cried. "Humbug!"

The girl gave her aunt a quizzically look before retorting her opinion.

"Why you mustn't mean it Aunt Misty. Christmas a humbug?" the girl asked. She gave a look of puzzlement before tilting her head.

"I sure do mean it every word," smacked Misty.

"But why Aunt Misty? Why? Christmas is a time to be merry and lose yourself before the New Year. What good is it to be mean on Christmas?" asked the girl.

"Merry? Bah! What reason do you have to be merry? You leave off your father's wealth. Your father nearly disgraced this gym! My reputation! Gary's reputation and you come barring in being all merry and sort. Bah! Humbug," smacked Misty.

"Can't we forget passed deeds and live on the future. Aunt Misty you are rich is you not? Why can't you be merry and happy like your youth?" asked Rose.

"Bah! Humbug! I was foolish and naïve. If I had continued my life like that who knows where I would end up? Probably on the streets somewhere begging, playing beggar, or living off the wild like in my childhood. Staying in the same clothes for weeks without changing them. Bah! Humbug! That's what you get for being merry again Christmas," snapped Misty.

"That you are wrong my dear aunt. Christmas is a time of relaxation and comfort. It's a time to spend with family and friends. A time of sharing stories of the past year with the ones you love. A time when you spend hours trekking through the Cerulean frost looking for the prefect Christmas tree to put into your living room. A time when on Christmas morning the shrill sound of children's laughter awakes you in the morning to open presents. A time when the tables are filled with love, laughter, and fresh armor of homemade cooking. A time when children beg to go to sleep early to wait for Santa to come and fill your stockings with candy, toys, and your dreams. A time when Pokemon don't battle and spend quality time with you. That's what Christmas is for Aunt Misty.

A sound of congratulation and clapping could be heard from the doorway. The two women averted their grazes to the door and saw a smiling and clapping Brock. "Hail! To that Rose," Brock exclaimed.

"I would suggest you stay out of this Brock or you may just end up where your wife is?" Snapped Misty.

"Yes Misty." Brock gave a nod as he walked into the room.

"The Pokemon treated?" asked Misty eyeing Brock with an evil graze.

"Yes, every one of them in the room." Brock replied as he placed the Pokemon's health records in front of Misty. Misty gave them an evil as she quickly flipped through them. Unsatisfied she threw them on the room. The hundreds sheets of paper scattered all over the floor.

"Pick them up and alphabetize them," barked Misty.

Brock gave a small grumble indistinctly sounding like bitch.

"What you say?" asked Misty.

"Nothing Mrs. Oak." Brock forced a pitiful smile on his face before stumping down and picking up the papers.

"You may go when you're done," barked Misty before turning to face her niece.

"Aunt Misty, why you so mean to Brock all the time?" questioned Rose. She looked down and saw Brock crawling around the floor picking up the records. Misty gave a hard stare at Brock and broke into laughter.

"It's the purpose of laughter, Rose."

"Making people cringe around is for amusement. Aunt Misty have a heart Its Christmas."

"Bah! Humbug! Who cares about Christmas?" asked Misty indignantly.

"I do Aunt Misty and may people in this world. Can't you be merry just once in the whole year?" asked Rose. "Don't be cross not today of all days.

"What else is there to do Rose? When I live in a world of fools and morons as it is? Merry Christmas! Out upon Merry Christmas! What is Christmas-time to you or anyone Rose. It's a time of paying bills and trying to find an extra dime of two for an afternoon meal. I time when you find yourself a year older, yet not an hour richer. A time of balancing books to find every item in them through a round dozen of months presented dead against you. If I could work my will," snapped Misty. "I would have every idiot who goes about having Merry Christmas on their laps be boiled with their own Pokemon, and buried with a stake of holly through their heart. They should!"

"Aunt Misty," cried Rose with a look of terror on her face.

"Rose," snapped Misty. She stood up and banged her black checkbook on the cherry table. "Keep your foolish idea of Christmas to yourself and leave me keep mine."

"Keep it?" asked Rose rhetorically. "But Aunt Misty you don't keep it."

"So let it be," snapped Misty.

"Aunt Misty. I so wish you would change your mind please dine with us on Christmas," begged Rose.

"Rose," snapped Misty.

"Merry Christmas Aunt Misty. May god have mercy on your soul." Rose gave a small cry before she tore out the room. Before leaving she gave one last look at her aunt who went back to her booking. The girl gave a small shake of her head, bid Brock a merry Christmas then left the gym.

"Foolish girl just like her mother," mumbled Misty. She strips through the book as Brock gave a heavy sigh as he finished collecting the papers.

"All done Misty." Brock got up and placed the pile of papers on Misty desk. Misty gave them a hard look and flipped though them. She gave a small huff before siding them into a drawer. Brock gave a heavy sigh as Misty flashed her head up.

"What was that for?" she snapped.

"No…nothing," stumbled Brock.

"Sure didn't sound like nothing. You think I work you too hard?" snapped Misty.

"N…no."

"Good cause you know I can have someone replace you as quick as it this right?" Misty gave a small smack of her fingers.

"Yes."

"Good. I'm glad we're on the same sound line. Now clean up your desk then you may leave."

Brock gave a quick frighten nod before turning around. While a few blocks away the man in the black cloak hiked keep on with his trek. Even though a whole day had gone and passed the man seemed like he was in no hurry. He whistled a friendly tone as he turned the corner. In one hand the man flipped a small coin. The over he waved his hands at the passing crowds. He stopped now and then slipping a yen or two in a beggar's tin cup. As he winded though a busy street he stopped his whistling and reached for his stopwatch like thing around his neck. The machine looked like an old fashion pokegear that trainers a long time a go got. The man fingered with it for a few minutes for being satisfied. He gave a small sigh as he looked around.

"Where are they? They promised to meet me here after sundown. I guess I should play her a visit then come back." The man placed the pokegear back into his jacket and left the street. He walked down the street till he hit the Pokemon gym.

God this place looks horrible. The last time I was here is was full of life now it's nearly dead looking. I wonder if it's under new management or something.

The man looked up at the dome shaped gym. Just like it was so many years ago the Dewgong was still the gym's mascot yet two more Pokemon were placed by the Dewgong. The man squinted his eyes as he tried to identify the remaining two Pokemon.

"A Togepi and an Umbreon. How predictable? Misty and Gary's prime Pokemon." The man gave a small chuckle as he pushed open the glass door. The man looked around as if walking for someone.

What happened? God, I never knew when Misty and Gary take over the Cerulean Gym they kicked out the Sensational Sisters. I thought Misty had learned to forgive and forget her past deeds to her sisters.

The man a sigh as he walked into the stone cold pathway. The gym was lined with granite as the walls were made of hundred percent glass. The man grazed at the water Pokemon that swam by as he admired the scene.

Down many hallways the man finally reached his destination a glass door. The names upon the door nearly broke the man down. Office of official water Pokemon master and co-gym leader of Cerulean and Viridian gyms Misty Oak, Marine biologist May Oak, and official Pokemon Master and co-gym leader of Viridian and Cerulean gyms Gary Oak. The man traced over Misty's name on time before he pulled his head back. The man gave a wheezing breath before knocking on the door. Sound of a sharp snap from the other side got movement from the other side. The glass door opened revealing a squinty eyed late thirties man. The man in the cloak gave a soft grasp.

Dear God what happened to Brock.

While within the office Misty gave a small sigh as she watched Brock welcome another joyful merry Christmas fool into her officer. She watched as Brock gave a small smile at the man and gave him a few words before leaving the office.

The man did as he was told and raised his hood then walked into the door. The sight stunned him as he looked around the room. It was covered with bookshelves and photos, pictures, and awards. The man hiked through the rows and rows of books before reaching a gorgeous woman in his eyes. There sat a woman with fiery red hair, aquamarine eyes and smooth pale skin.

She's just as I remembered. God is she beautiful.

The man gave a sly smile as he walked up to Misty.

"What you want?" barked Misty. She gave a heavy sigh as she slammed her books shut. The man gave her a blank look before pulling out a small package with a fancy bow on top and held it in his hands.

"Do I have the pleasure of speaking to Misty or May?" asked the man.

"May Oak been dead for five years now surely you now that." Misty gave a strong determined bark at the man.

Dear god May's dead. I didn't know it was that bad. God I should have went.

"Oh I'm sorry it's just that her name was on the door."

"Yes, she was a wonderful partner and sister." Misty gave a small nod then looked up at the man.

"She was your sister?" asked the man with a surprised tone in his voice.

"Actually sister-in-law."

"Man am I impressed. I didn't know many people who get along with their in-laws. You think of her often?"

"Beg your pardon?" asked Misty giving the man a puzzled look.

"You think of the dead often?" asked the man repeating his statement.

"I say you have no right to ask such a question. Now what do you want money, a battle, what?" Misty gave a hard snap.

God she's changed.

"Uh…" started the man.

"Well if its money you want them am sorry. I don't support Pokemon trainers or their welfare. It should be their parents who pay for their journey not strangers. I for one think that people who have no money shouldn't send their children on Pokemon journeys. If they can't pay for why bother sending them away. All that it becomes is young minors begging on the street and ruining rich children who are trainer's reputation. Gym leaders have to waste more time with the poor when it should really be the rich who should get all the fame. It's a disgrace to the name Pokemon trainers everywhere. Bah!" Snapped Misty banging her hand on her desk.

"No… its not that," mumbled the man again.

"Then what? You want money for the poor houses. Damn you! Damn you! Why should anyone make them poor house better? Then the more people shall want to stop working and living while the ones who work day and night support lazy bums. God damn you! Coming in here on Christmas asking for spare change. I run a gym not a bank. If you want money go to a bank," snapped Misty.

"No… its not that either though I totally disagree with your opinion on that, Misty. Many people don't want to go to the poor houses they would rather die."

"Then death to them. God forbid! Let them die. It'll decrease the surplus population."

"You really think death is the way Misty? Its Christmas can't you have a heart?" asked the man begging.

"Christmas what's Christmas got to do with anything? It's just a day where people make up some plank to get an extra meal and get gifts. Christmas is just a normal day like all the other 364 days in a year. Why should I show a heart at Christmas?" Misty retorted.

"I guess it's a day to spend with the loves you love Misty. It's really not about giving present or anything like that. Some people just need an extra boast to show their loved ones that they care. Christmas isn't about giving presents, singing Christmas carols, or decorating trees," the man sighed.

"Then what's Christmas about?" asked Misty. She gave a small crock of her head.

"That's for you to find out Misty." The man gave a small loop sided smile. He grabbed Misty's small delicate hands and cupped them together. The man stared her with his sparkling eyes.

"Why do you hate Christmas Misty?" asked the man.

"What?" asked Misty not getting the sentence.

"Nothing. Merry Christmas Misty! May god bless you." The man stated as he backed away and turned around. He gave his cloak a fluff then disappeared behind the bookshelves. Misty stood there for a couple of seconds stunned in amazement. She immediately broke out of it when the bang of her door was heard.

I got to follow that guy.

Misty quickly turned out the lights and ran out the door after the man. She locked up her gym door and turned the sign to say close. Grabbing her coat, scarf, mittens, and hat she stuffed them on then unchained her motorcycle from the bike rack and speed off after the man.

While a few miles away the man in the cloak was running down the alleys. His heart pumped faster and faster as he skid down the street. Often on and off checking the pokegear around his neck. The huff and puff of his breathing could be heard as he rounded a street and ended up by an alley. The man wiped the sweat off his forehead then stood still. He looked this way and that as if waiting for someone. While back in the alley Misty had packed her motorcycle by the wall and was spying on the man. She kept to the walls to keep from being seen. Not knowing what she would fine Misty stayed still. Just as she predicted within another alley a large shadow gather appeared. The man turned around and gave a small smile.

"Pika." A small chirp could be held. The sound startled Misty as she saw the shadow belong to four Pokemon each carrying many packages.

"Pikachu, Bulbasaur, Meganium, Mr. Mime. What took you so long?" asked the man running up to the Pokemon.

"You're the one late," snapped the Pikachu.

"Hey, I got here hours ago and you won't here. So I went to take care of a little business. Its you guys who are late," retorted the man.

"You mad at us?" asked the Meganium sweetly. The leaf Pokemon dropped the packages that were in her vine whip and ran to nudge the man.

"No, how can I be mad at you guys." The man gave a heavy sigh before rubbing all the Pokemon.

"You guys got everything?" asked the man.

"Cha." Pikachu and the others nodded.

"Good." The man gave a nod as he dug into the bag the Meganium was holding. The man gave a small smile as he pulled out a gigantic tin box. He quickly tore off the plastic foil and ditched it into a nearby trash can. He wiped the out off of the still falling snow and unlatched the lid. Inside the box revealed a set of over two hundred bars of candy.

The Pokemon chirped in contentment as the man pulled out a layer. He broke the plastic wrap off of it and broke the one huge piece up into over hundred smaller pieces. He pulled out slices and handed them one each to each of the Pokemon. The Pokemon quickly devoured them as the man himself bit into one of the pieces he held in his hands.

"Can I have more?" asked the Meganium lifting its flower petal neck up and stared at the ma with its crystal eyes. "Yeah when we get home Meganium. I got to save some for the other Pokemon. How about we go home?" The Pokemon lift their head up and gave their sound of agreement as the man pulled out four pokeballs. The Pokemon except the Pikachu dropped their bags as the man recalled them back into their balls. He placed the balls back around his belt then enlarged his last pokeball. He did a fancy pose then threw the pokeball out. A gigantic flash of red light appeared before the man as it reshaped into an above normal Charizard. The beast opened its wings and wings them a couple of times then bent down obediently. Misty gave a small grasp in horror as she watched the scene with terror.

"Ready to go home?" asked the man petting the beast. The Charizard gave a nod as the man handed the lizard the last piece of candy. The flying lizard opened its huge mouth as the man popped it into its mouth. The Charizard gave a small cha of pleasure as the man handed the beast four bags, which it gladly took. The man then climbed on with one more bags followed by Pikachu took the last two and hopped on in front of its trainer. The Charizard gave a huge flap of its wings and sorrowed high into the sky. Misty stared at the man upon his flying lizard till it disappeared into the light of the full moon.

God who the hell does he think he is? Coming here and lecturing me about Christmas. Bah! Humbug! But God are his Pokemon big. But he's also a big fat cheater using box full of rare candies on his Pokemon. God only Elite leaders like Gary and I are allowed rare candies to boost our Pokemon power. I should definitely report him if I knew his name.

Misty gave a small sigh as she hiked out of the alley and back onto the main road. The snow was pouring down in buckets as she pulled out a pokeball from her belt. The ball wasn't like normal regular balls this one was black and had faint traces of shiny yellow on it. This was one of Kurt's famous acorn pokeballs. Over the years, new kinds of acorn were discovered and Kurt learned to master them all into pokeballs. Where and how did Kurt discover them at, was all a secret. Misty would ask where he found them and each time his reply would be 'sorry, a artist couldn't reveal its secrets to anyone.' This pokeball is called a dark ball and is made from a special kind of acorn that only grows and blooms at night. Dark balls specialize is capturing dark or nocturnal Pokemon.

Misty threw her Dark ball out and out appeared a beautiful Umbreon. This was actually the child of Gary's. For her wedding present Gary had gave Misty a egg containing an Eevee since Gary knew one of the few Pokemon that wasn't a water type that Misty always dreamt of having was an Umbreon.

"Umbreon moonlight," commanded Misty.

"Umb." The Umbreon started to hum softly as the yellow rings around its ears and four paws started to glow. The Umbreon walked next to its mistress as Misty lead the way home. As she pasted many building she gave a same sneer as she pushed her motorcycle along.

As Misty walked down the streets of Cerulean in another part of Cerulean Brock too was making his trek home. Brock made a small stop at a small bakery where the warmth of the fresh smelled aroma blended into his nostrils. Brock made a sigh of happiness as he heard a faint laughter by his side. Brock bent down and was immediately wrapped into a warm embrace of a small child. The child was on crutches and deadly skinny.

"You had fun Ashton?" asked Brock to the boy.

"Oh yes Papa. I had the best of time here. Mr. Witcher even gave me a loaf of bread for my hard work." The boy yelped at has he tried saying everything at once to his father.

"That's good my little Ashy. Guess what?" asked Brock. He gave a small smile as he placed his son on his shoulders.

"What?" The boy asked eagerly.

"Misty gave me a day off tomorrow. We can spend the whole Christmas together. Won't that be nice Ashy?" asked Brock.

"Oh yes. God is nice." The young boy beamed as his father pushed open the door out of the bakery.

The two chattered on and on as they walked down the cold streets of Cerulean. As the two got closer to their small house in the poor district the sound of children's laughter could be heard. A warm blaze of one of the houses smelled of chocolate pudding. Within that house was where the Harrison's lived. The laughter of young children could be heard as they busily sat the table.

"Father will be home soon," exclaimed a boyish voice.

"Yes Zane, so set the silverware," snapped a girl's voice. She sneaked behind of her brother and grabbed the dishes from him and replaced them with silverware.

"Hey no fair Jas." Zane gave a small grumble as he placed the spoon, knife, and fork in front of each plate that Jasmine sat.

"So?" Jasmine asked playfully as she gave her brother a you-better-watch-it look. Jasmine grasped the last plate and bowl for a second before she placed it on the table. The Harrison's don't using use such fair eating utensils. Only on special meals like Christmas, Thanksgiving, or birthdays are the special plates taken out.

"Err." Zane gave a small grumble as he gave his sister a no fair look. "Where's Mother?" asked the boy.

"Outside with Wilamina. Mother's working Vulpix and Ninetails over time. She wants the chocolate pudding to turn out right."

Zane quickly looked up and stared at Jasmine with you-pulling-my-leg look. "No way. I though Wilamina won't be back for Christmas time," exclaimed the boy.

"Nope. She got here after Father left and you and Ashy were still sleeping. It's suppose to be a surprise for Father."

"So no telling," cut in a beautiful woman voice. Zane turned his head quickly and saw his mother and his older twin sister by only five minutes Wilamina standing here. She held her beautiful smile as her long blond hair was tied back in a ribbon. She was wearing a Christmas gown.

"Mina," exclaimed Zane calling his sister by her pet name. Wilamina quickly sat down the basket in her hands and ran up to Zane. The two quickly exchanged friendly greetings. As the two twins chattered about their lives Jasmine back up and looked out the window. The wind was getting stronger as it howled through the blizzard storm. A faint haggard figure was appearing down the walk as Jasmine recognized the figure immediately. She snapped around to report the news.

"Hurry Father's home with Ashy. Get into your hiding place Mina," exclaimed Jasmine. Mina gave her sister a quick nod before running into a closet and hid. Just as the door closed the front door opened revealing a cold man, a small child on his shoulders, and a small Raichu by their side using flash.

"That's enough Raichu," the man said.

"Rai." The Raichu gave a small nod as it stopped flash.

"Father," cried Zane and Jasmine running to hug their parent. After a quick change of greetings the children helped Ashy to his stool by the fireplace. The siblings helped their younger brother undress and get warm by the fire.

"How was your day Brocky?" asked Mrs. Harrison.

"Just great Suzie, and I even get tomorrow off to spend Christmas with you and the kids," exclaimed Brock giving his wife a kiss.

"That's just great," exclaimed Suzie.

"Yes, and the weather is just wonderful for Christmas. Just year is definitely a white Christmas. Almost everything is prefect."

"Oh everything is prefect Father. We got a surprise for you too," exclaimed Jasmine piping up.

"What's that?" asked Brock. He turned around to face his three children. The closet door opened revealing Wilamina as she gave a small giggle and ran to her father's side and covered his eyes.

"Guess who?" giggled the girl.

"Wilamina?" exclaimed Brock turning around.

"Yes, Father," exclaimed Wilamina giving the man a hug.

"This is going to be great Christmas," exclaimed Zane excitedly.

"Here ye." The family gave a huge cheer as the laugher rang throughout the one story house.