Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon/Pocket Monsters.
Author’s Note: Eh heh heh . . . long wait? :: sweatdrop :: sooooo busy . . . I haven’t written a fic for months!!! O.O;;;; lol, now summer is here! =D
Arrogant Tears
Chapter Two
Misty’s eyes flickered open as she felt her body jerk slightly with the bus, as it came to a stop. The intercom speakers loudly blared, “We have arrived in Pallet town. Please get off if this is your destination. I repeat . . .”
Misty sighed, standing from her seat, grabbing her blue backpack, then walking towards the exit of the bus, as the speakers blared once more, “You may pick up your baggage outside of the bus . . .”
In her arms, Togepi still slept, until its egg like head unfolded, its small beady eyes blinking open, “To-ge?”
“We’re here Togepi,” Misty looked at the town of Pallet, and smiled at its tranquility, and vast green land surrounding it.
She walked off to the edge of the sidewalk, where a man was handling the baggage claim. “Miss, are you looking for your bag? We have two left.” Misty nodded, her eyes fixed on her suitcase, as she pointed to it. Then man grabbed it, smiled, “Have a nice day,” and handed it to her.
“You too,” she replied, hauling off the slightly heavy suitcase.
Now it was at this point, “Where was Ash’s house again?” she blinked.
Togepi clapped in her arms, “Togepriiiii!!!!”
“You must be excited . . . I have to remember to feed you . . . um . . .” she saw that up on that familiar hill, not so far from here, stood a yellow windmill, “Maybe . . . I could ask Professor Oak!”
She smiled at her decision, though ashamed that she was lost in Pallet town. It had been a while, but she thought it couldn’t have been so long that she couldn’t remember where Ash lived. Now she feeling like a complete bonehead, as she pulled her suitcase along the dusty road. She muttered to herself, then sighed, as Togepi cheered along. She smirked at herself, at how funny she would look . . .
Misty stopped along the way, peering along, then took a hair tie from her back pack, and a brush, brushing down her hair, then tying it up on the side of her head. Just the way she had worn it for years, though she was finally starting to get tired of it. She wiped the perspiration off her forehead, “What time is it?” she wondered, looking up at the sky.
Maybe about ten in the morning? Man it’s hot . . . maybe it’s because it’s summer . . . or maybe it’s because I’m hauling a heavy suitcase up a dusty hill . . .
When she finally decided it didn’t matter, she dragged it along further until she finally came up to the gate, walking through and up to the door. She rang the knocked on the door, waiting expectantly to see Professor Oak open the door . . . she felt a small grin, as a small blush lit in her cheeks, Maybe Ash will be there . . . and he’ll answer . . . she almost squealed, but then the door swung open.
She gawked in disappointment.
“Well, well, well . . . if it isn’t the twerp’s girlfriend . . .” Gary snorted, a malicious grin on his face.
Misty frowned, “Hello Gary.”
Gary was still the same, if not a bit taller, his hair still spiky, his smile still holding the sarcasm as well as his voice, and a mocking glint in his eyes. He moved his head slightly, as his gaze fell onto the suitcase that was sitting behind her. His bluish green eyes then rested on Misty, a frown on his face, and his eyebrow raised in suspicion, “Are we expecting you?”
Misty sighed in exasperation, “I’m here to see Professor Oak, not you.”
Gary rolled his eyes, “Whatever . . . I thought that the first stop you would make would be to see that little loser.”
Misty’s eyes seemed on fire, “He’s not a loser Gary, you’re the only loser, now MOVE!!!” she angrily stomped by him, Togepi still in her arms, though she left the suitcase at the doorway.
Gary would have objected to her barging in, but she was already gone from the room. His eyes then turned to the suitcase still lying in the doorway. He mumbled, knowing exactly what his grandfather would say about, ‘courtesy’, as he fiercely grabbed the suitcase, and pulled it in with a tug. Then he slammed the door shut, walking through the house in search of Misty. He turned a corner, inside the examination lab, where the hundreds of pokéballs rested on the shelves. He sighed, crossing his arms, while walking in, as his grandfather was in conversation with Misty . . .
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. Well, I’m sure Ash will be glad to see you’re here,” Oak chuckled, “He’s not far from here . . . I believe he went out to train in the fields . . .”
“What has he been doing since he moved here?” Misty asked.
“Well,” Professor Oak rubbed his chin, “He’s enjoyed himself, been training, and helping me around the lab . . . he’s helped Tracy feed some of the pokémon while I was sick . . .”
Gary’s voice came from behind them, in a rather angry tone, “And he’s been hanging out with May quite a lot.”
Oak nodded, “Why yes, that’s right. I’ve never seen her so happy . . .” Misty frowned, “Your sister May?” she turned to Gary.
He nodded, with a look on his face that said and-I-don’t-like-it-one-bit. Misty then turned back to Professor Oak, “Why hasn’t she been happy?”
“Well, May’s been through . . . um . . .” Oak seemed not in the mood to talk.
“It’s none of your business,” Gary growled.
Misty’s head seemed to jerk his way, a glare on her face, but knew that this must have been some sort of personal problem. She sighed, “Well, I need to find him,” she said, trying to ignore Gary.
I wonder why Gary’s being so . . . mean? She immediately shook that thought from her head, What am I thinking? He’s always mean . . . but . . . this seems different . . .
“I’m staying in Pallet, to see Ash . . . I just, lost direction of where he lived . . .” she sweatdropped.
“Ah, don’t worry Misty, if you’re that lost, I’ve got a map . . .”
(LOL)
Misty walked into the living room, map in her hand, then she stared down at her suitcase, and frowned. I don’t wanna . . . walk! I’ll look completely stupid dragging that thing down the hill . . . She turned around to see Gary, an eyebrow raised cynically, his arms up resting behind his head, a toothpick in his mouth, as he rested on the wall, staring at her. She felt embarrassed, uneasy, and angry at the same time, “What are you staring at?”
“Nothing . . . so you’re going to drag that thing all the way to your boyfriend’s?”
She hesitated, and then nodded with determination, “I guess I’m going to,” she instantly picked up her suitcase, and headed for the door.
“You know . . . you’ll look pretty stupid,” he snickered.
She turned, glaring, “Shut up.”
“Eh, it doesn’t matter. Gramps changed his mind, and told me to drive you there,” Gary said, his ego flaring.
Misty was a bit happy, at least I don’t have to walk there . . . and no matter how much I despise him . . . he’s right . . .I’ll look really dumb . . .
Gary led her to the red convertible that sat in the driveway. He opened the trunk, picking up her suitcase, and sticking it in, then walked around to the front at the driver’s side, then opened the door, getting in. He turned, to see Misty, tapping her foot irritatingly, outside of the convertible, right next to the passenger seat door. “What?” Gary asked in exasperation.
“Aren’t you supposed to open the door for me?”
Gary’s eyes widened, “What do I look like? A chauffer? I’m not your servant, just get in.”
She glared, then opened the door, slamming it, as she sat down, she muttered, “Some gentleman you are.”
Gary turned the key, and the engine started. He pulled out of the driveway, then drove the red convertible down the hill. (oh and about the driving. Well, he has been driving since he was twelve . . . and besides, this is pokeland. ^_^ lol)
“So Misty,” he began, “You finally decided to come down to see your boyfriend?”
Misty snapped her head in his direction, “Gary, what is it with you all of a sudden? I’m not saying you’ve changed, but maybe you’ve become worse. I know you’ve always thought of Ash as a loser, but now you’re become even colder and distant towards him. You guys haven’t competed in battle for over a year. You haven’t even been on a journey for a year . . . and why were you so mad when I asked about you’re sister?”
Her tone was serious, but nothing had prepared her for what came next. Gary stepped on the brakes, as the car stopped in the middle of the road, dust flying everywhere. His angry face turned towards her, dark eyes fixated on her, as she suddenly became nervous, and vulnerable under his unpredictable gaze. “You,” he began, “You . . . probably would understand . . . but . . . you don’t know what I’m going through.”
Misty frowned, never had she liked to be old that she ‘didn’t understand’, or she ‘wouldn’t know’ . . . this angered her, but she edged closer on her seat to Gary, her voice now softer, “What happened to her, Gary?”
He stared at her for a long moment, which seemed like an hour, then shook his head. “I don’t want to talk about it . . .”
“Look, Gary, if you don’t want to talk about it . . . and since you believe that I don’t know and I won’t understand, then why do you get so mad at me in the first place?”
Gary sighed, finally removing his gaze from her, as he started the car again, and began to drive off towards the Ketchum residence. “I’m not mad at you . . . I’m just . . . angry with myself, and with . . .” he said, but it seemed to perplex Misty even further.
“With who?” she asked.
He glanced her way, a small, sad smile on his face, “It’s something that I’d have to tell you . . . in time. But for now, we’re going to drop it, okay redhead?”
She blinked, her eyes widened, then narrowed very quickly, “Grrrrrrrr . . . DON’T CALL ME REDHEAD!”
He grinned, “Why not? You are a redhead . . . redhead . . .” She held up a fist to his face, “DON’T!”
“And a fiery one at that,” he chuckled.
“I have a name, and it’s Misty.”
“Fine then, Misty.”
“Don’t get smart.”
“No time to, we’re here,” Gary stopped the car in front of the nice home with beautifully tended flower garden all around.
He walked out of the car, as Misty walked out too. She knew he wasn’t going to open the door for her, so she decided to get her bags herself, since he probably wouldn’t do that either. I don’t see how Professor Oak could have a son like him.
She opened the trunk, and pulled, and heaved at the suitcase, “Argh!”
Gary laughed, “If you wanted help, you should have asked.”
“Why would I ask you!?”
“Why, because I am some gentleman, aren’t I?”
Misty snorted, then let go of the suitcase, stepping back, gesturing for him to take it. He bowed, a malicious grin on his face, “Yes, madam redhead.”
“I don’t see what’s with all the ‘redhead’ jokes all of a sudden,” she tapped her foot on the ground.
“I don’ either,” he said, as he pulled the suitcase out with hardly any effort at all.
Misty was a bit in awe as to how he simply just seemed to pluck it from the trunk, rather than mustering all his strength and pulling it like tug-o-war. But immediately shook the thought from her head, heading for her seat, where she picked up Togepi, then walked towards the front door. Gary stood by the car, with her suitcase, and his hands shoved in his pockets.
She knocked on the door, and after a moment, it swung open, “Mr. MIME!!!” a voice cried out.
Misty giggled, and hugged the Mr.Mime, who was currently sweeping the mat on the front step, an apron tied around his belly, and a cheerful smile on his face, “Hello again, Mr. Mime.”
“Oh my! Mimey! Is that Misty?” Delia ran towards the front door.
Misty smiled, “It’s been a while, not that long though,” she said releasing the Mr. Mime, as Delia hugged Misty shortly.
“So how’s Ash?” Misty asked.
Delia smiled, “He’s fine. I believe he’s out training his Pikachu . . . but I’m glad you’ve come. Does Ash know?”
“I’m planning to surprise him.”
“How did you get here?”
“I took a bus, and well . . . I got a bit lost . . .and went to Professor Oak’s lab . . . and Gary drove me here.”
“Really?” Delia waved and smiled to Gary who leaned against his red convertible, “Gary’s such a sweet boy.” Misty slightly rolled her eyes in Gary direction, and he grinned. “Well,” Delia quickly gestured them in, “Um, I’m not sure if we can find room . . . I’m sorry Misty . . . I’ll try to find you a room . . . Gary, come on in!”
A bit reluctantly, Gary rose from his resting place leaning on the car, and walked behind them into the house. “Oh dear,” Delia bit her lip, “Ash’s room is . . . very messy . . . um . . .my room isn’t big enough, and I really don’t want you sleeping on the couch! That would be horrible!”
“It’s okay Ms. Ketchum! I’ll just . . . um, find another place to stay . . .”
Gary snorted, “There isn’t a hotel in this town, you know.”
“What?? There isn’t???” Misty sighed, “I’ll sleep on the couch!”
“No no, Misty, that wouldn’t be nice . . . I’m sure I can have a room prepared for you tomorrow . . .”
“I’ll be fine,” Misty murmured, “I just came to here to see Ash.”
“I am so sorry! I know I’m being very rude Misty . . . um, Mimey! Get us some tea, please?”
“Mr. MIME!!!”
The Mr. Mime pokémon hastily scampered off to the kitchen to get their tea. “It’s okay . . . I’m going somehow find a place to stay for tonight . . . but I wonder why you won’t let me sleep on the couch??”
Delia sighed, “I’m sorry, but I was supposed to have the couch taken to the upholstery store . . . to repair it . . . you see, one day, Ash came home, and sat in it . . . and fell through.”
Gary would have doubled over laughing, but stifled it, his eyes flickering in amusement at his rival’s stupidity. Misty glanced at Gary, and realized she herself was smiling, well, it would be funny to see that happen, she thought.
Delia was now rambling on about cleanliness, with Mr. Mime’s voluntary nods, and agreements with her rants. Gary and Misty sighed, then slowly edged away from the house. Somehow Delia had not noticed their disappearance.
“Any more talk of being clean . . . I think I wouldn’t be able to take a shower for a month,” Gary muttered stepping into his car.
Misty stopped, raising a brow, as Gary glanced her way, then said, “You coming?”
She blinked for a moment, then her eyes narrowed untrusting, “Why?”
Gary rolled his eyes, “Well, unless you’d like to stay here and wait for that sucker boyfriend of yours,” he said, snarling at the mere mention of Ash.
Misty hesitantly placed her hand on the door, then opened it, sitting in. “Fine . . . I guess we’ll go to Professor Oaks and see where I can stay for the night . . .”
“Well, I guess we’ll be leaving your luggage here for the night!” Gary grinned, and chuckled, as he revved up the engine, and speedily drove away, as Misty shrieked, “Turn around!!! Get my stuff! You retard!!!”
Angrily Misty stomped off into the house, as Gary coolly walked up behind her. He smirked, locking the door with the little remote on his keychain, then shut the door behind him. “Hey Gramps! We’re back!”
Samuel Oak raised a brow, as he gaped, watching Misty stomp by him, then turned in Gary’s direction, “Um . . . you guys left?”
Gary rolled his eyes, “Why? Were you sitting there at your computer talking to me, even though I wasn’t there?”
In embarrassment, Samuel sidled away back to his studies. Muttering curses to himself, that maybe he should be more observant of his environment. Gary chuckled, then walked up a step or two, “Hey, Misty! Where are you staying for the night!? And where up there are you?”
“YOUR ROOM!” she hollered.
Gary’s eyes widened, “HEY! What are you doing up there!?” he angrily stomped up the stairs, but stopped, as Misty walked out of his room, looking down at him from the top of the stairs.
“Well, it’s obvious isn’t it? I’m staying here!” she threw a bunch of Gary’s dirty clothes at his face, blinding him, as he suddenly toppled over and fell back down the stairs.
Misty would have laughed, if not for her angry mood at him, as she left him on the stairs, and went back to his room, looking for something to wear as pajamas.
