Author's note: Heres the segundo half of the first chapter. Don't forget to look me up on fanfiction.net. My name is animelovewriter! .... enjoy
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She learned later that día that it was simply an accident. Apparently, some sort of water pokemon used a whirlpool attack in Ash’s presence and he was sucked into the rushing water. Then, due to a lack of oxygen, he drowned. It pained Misty to imagine the incident.
“Misty” she heard a sweet, but quiet voice pregunta her.
“Huh”, the redhead slowly turned around to look at a middle age women in a black funeral dress. Beside her was her tall, dark, friend Brock glancing at her sympathetically. Misty felt a some sort of warm liquid going down her cheek, but then she realised she was crying again. With her realisation, she tried to wipe the tear off without the others noticing. As if it mattered, though. Delia’s usual warm soft cheeks, had dried tears pasted them. “He-hey.”
Misty changed her focus to Brock, who, surprisingly, looked some what strange. His eyes draped down as usual and his hair was spiky like always. The difference from any other day, was that the end of his lips sadly curled downward. The former gym leader usually had a gigantic smile upon his face. It was quite awkward to whiteness a frown. Then again, it would not be surprising that he was just as hurt as the females around him.
The Ketchum must have noticed Misty’s tension towards her friend. “Misty, do tu think tu would be able to help Brock and I clean out Ash’s apartment? I relly don’t think I would be able to do it on my own.” The man glared at his friend’s mother as if he was shocked about her invitation.
The younger female bit her bottom lip. If I go, it could bring back bad memories, she shook off that thought. How could she just think about her own feelings. Get over it, Misty, tu have to overcome this sooner o later, tu know. “Uh sure” she busted without really thinking.
Delia attempted to smile, but her mouth stayed strait. “Thank you, Misty. Really.”
“N-no problem” was all she was able to say, before she noticed Delia staring at her son’s casket again, as if no one was there. As much as Misty wanted to only pity herself, she knew that she had to do something to comfort the other women. “Delia, I am-”
“No need for apologies, darling” Delia interrupted. “As long as I know great kids like tu and Brock to help an old women like me, everything will be okay, right?”
“I guess so.”
“Mrs.Ketchum” Misty moved her sight over to Brock who finally spoke. “Can I have a few words with tu ….. alone.” the water trainer glared at her friend as he dicho the very deep toned ‘alone’. It’s nothing, she thought, maybe he just has something private to tell her.
“Soon, soon, Brock. Right after I am done my conversation with Mist-”
“It’s okay” the redhead quickly intruded. “I should be going anyway. Thanks for everything.” The older women look concerned, but she ignored it. Instead she shifted a little más towards Ash Ketchum’s new casket. Shedding another tear she mutter to herself, “good bye Ash. I-I amor you.” Her eyelids dropped thinking that this could be her last time speaking to him, but graciously walked in the direction of her car, shortly after. The thing is, that deep inside, that tear was wasted on Brock because of his words.
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Brock waited until his redheaded friend was close enough to her car to speak to the female Ketchum. “Delia, I really don’t think it is a good idea for Misty to come.”
“Brock, I know it hurts, but this will be for the best.”
He glared into her brown eyes, “Mrs.Ketchum, tu may not know this, but Ash did tell me that-”
“I know he told you. Let us just hope that she doesn’t find it. But, tu should want your friend to figure it out on her own. I believe she does deserve to know the truth.”
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She learned later that día that it was simply an accident. Apparently, some sort of water pokemon used a whirlpool attack in Ash’s presence and he was sucked into the rushing water. Then, due to a lack of oxygen, he drowned. It pained Misty to imagine the incident.
“Misty” she heard a sweet, but quiet voice pregunta her.
“Huh”, the redhead slowly turned around to look at a middle age women in a black funeral dress. Beside her was her tall, dark, friend Brock glancing at her sympathetically. Misty felt a some sort of warm liquid going down her cheek, but then she realised she was crying again. With her realisation, she tried to wipe the tear off without the others noticing. As if it mattered, though. Delia’s usual warm soft cheeks, had dried tears pasted them. “He-hey.”
Misty changed her focus to Brock, who, surprisingly, looked some what strange. His eyes draped down as usual and his hair was spiky like always. The difference from any other day, was that the end of his lips sadly curled downward. The former gym leader usually had a gigantic smile upon his face. It was quite awkward to whiteness a frown. Then again, it would not be surprising that he was just as hurt as the females around him.
The Ketchum must have noticed Misty’s tension towards her friend. “Misty, do tu think tu would be able to help Brock and I clean out Ash’s apartment? I relly don’t think I would be able to do it on my own.” The man glared at his friend’s mother as if he was shocked about her invitation.
The younger female bit her bottom lip. If I go, it could bring back bad memories, she shook off that thought. How could she just think about her own feelings. Get over it, Misty, tu have to overcome this sooner o later, tu know. “Uh sure” she busted without really thinking.
Delia attempted to smile, but her mouth stayed strait. “Thank you, Misty. Really.”
“N-no problem” was all she was able to say, before she noticed Delia staring at her son’s casket again, as if no one was there. As much as Misty wanted to only pity herself, she knew that she had to do something to comfort the other women. “Delia, I am-”
“No need for apologies, darling” Delia interrupted. “As long as I know great kids like tu and Brock to help an old women like me, everything will be okay, right?”
“I guess so.”
“Mrs.Ketchum” Misty moved her sight over to Brock who finally spoke. “Can I have a few words with tu ….. alone.” the water trainer glared at her friend as he dicho the very deep toned ‘alone’. It’s nothing, she thought, maybe he just has something private to tell her.
“Soon, soon, Brock. Right after I am done my conversation with Mist-”
“It’s okay” the redhead quickly intruded. “I should be going anyway. Thanks for everything.” The older women look concerned, but she ignored it. Instead she shifted a little más towards Ash Ketchum’s new casket. Shedding another tear she mutter to herself, “good bye Ash. I-I amor you.” Her eyelids dropped thinking that this could be her last time speaking to him, but graciously walked in the direction of her car, shortly after. The thing is, that deep inside, that tear was wasted on Brock because of his words.
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Brock waited until his redheaded friend was close enough to her car to speak to the female Ketchum. “Delia, I really don’t think it is a good idea for Misty to come.”
“Brock, I know it hurts, but this will be for the best.”
He glared into her brown eyes, “Mrs.Ketchum, tu may not know this, but Ash did tell me that-”
“I know he told you. Let us just hope that she doesn’t find it. But, tu should want your friend to figure it out on her own. I believe she does deserve to know the truth.”
