“Yes, but first I need to finish what I started,” she said and kissed him again.
The next day, Ash woke up to the smell of breakfast. It was Sunday, and nothing was planned.
He stuffed his face with pancakes, all covered in syrup. He heard two sets of footsteps galloping down.
“So everybody finally woke up?” said Ash’s mom, setting down plates of pancakes.
“Ooh, pancakes!” squealed Misty and she took huge bites out of her breakfast.
“Piiikaaaa,” sighed Pikachu, nibbling on his pokemon food.
“What’s wrong, Pikachu? You miss her already?” asked Ash.
He nodded his head.
“Who’s ‘her’?” asked Ash’s mom.
“Just… another pikachu,” replied Ash and he took his last bite of the pancakes.
He headed back up to his room for who knows what.
All of a sudden, Brock stood up. “I, umm… have to go back home…” he said.
“What do you mean?” asked Misty.
“Well, I wish I could stay, but I need to go back to Pewter, and fulfill my goal, to be the world’s best breeder,” he said softly.
Misty smiled and frowned at the same time… if that’s genetically possible. “It’ll never be the same without you… but I’m sure Ash and I have kept you cooped up long enough,” she replied.
“Yes, and thank you for running those errands for me. Here, for all your hard work,” said Ash’s mom and she gave him a few dollars.
He went back up to his room to pack.
When Misty was done with her breakfast, she set her plate on the kitchen sink and went upstairs. She knocked gently on Ash’s door.
“Yeah?” she heard a muffled voice.
“It’s me, can I come in for a sec?” replied Misty.
“Um… hold on!”… “Okay, you can come in,” said Ash and he opened his door.
“Brock is leaving,” said Misty quietly.
“What do you mean?”
“He needs to go back to his own home and try to become a famous breeder,” replied Misty.
“He has? Well… I guess he should. We must have been holding him down quite long enough,” said Ash.
She nodded, “Why don’t you go say goodbye before he goes,” she said.
“Oh… okay,” he said and left his room.
Misty took a glance at Ash’s room. The place was filled with pokemon stuff. She noticed his bed looked a little lumpy, like something was under the cover. She walked up and pressed her fingers against on of the higher lumps. It was hard and rounded. She decided not to see what it really was, and just went into her room.
Ash went into his room, and looked around, to make sure nobody was there. He walked to his bed and took the covers off, and on his mattress was a shiny, new, green bike, which he bought for Misty. He lifted it up and onto the floor, then took a light pink ribbon and tied it on.
“I sure hope Misty likes it. It took me all year to save the money for it,” he said and blew out a puff of air.
She watched Ash’s pikachu, walking along with the rest of the group, and sighed.
They walked past the bush Team Rocket was hiding in. They were about to shout out their motto when they heard a voice.
“Hey! Get off my front lawn!” shouted a man’s voice.
“Huh?” they turned to see the owner of the land.
“Will you please go to your own home!?”
“Ahehe…” they sped off around a public building, which happened to be a convenient ice cream store.
“Hey, why don’t we get some ice cream!” said Ash, as they saw the store.
“Sure!” said Misty and they walked in.
“Okay, lets get their pokem-aah!” said James, but he was pulled back by Jessie.
“We can’t do that in public! Somebody will call the police… again,” said Jessie.
Ash looked over the different flavors. Each one looked good.
“Umm… I’ll take rocky road,” he said to the clerk.
“And what will you like, miss?” asked the clerk.
“I’ll take vanilla,” replied Misty.
“Pika pi!” shouted Pikachu.
“And umm… that ketchup ice cream,” added Ash.
(*Now how did that get there? Too late now…*)
“Haha. Nobody ever buys that flavor. Cup or cone for your ice cream, sir?”
Ash looked at Misty. She shrugged. “Cup.”
“Okay, that will be 5 dollars,” said the clerk, and Ash paid.
Ash and Misty walked out. Pikachu had his own little cup of ketchup ice cream (who came up with that flavor? It must be terrible!) and Misty gave a little spoonful to Togepi.
Team Rocket’s pikachu stuck his head out to Ash’s pikachu.
“Pika?” Pikachu sensed something and turned his head around.
“Pika!” she said and waved her tail.
“Pikachu! Pika!” he ran over to her.
“Hey, Pikachu, what are you doing?” asked Ash and he ran after Pikachu.
They saw Team Rocket and their pikachu.
“Hey, it’s Team Rocket!” cried out Misty.
“Wha?” they said, and quickly jumped up.
“*Ahem* Prepare for trouble!”
“Make it double!”
“To protect the world from devastation!”
“To unite all peoples within our nation!”
“To denounce the evils of truth and love!”
“To extend our reach to the stars above!”
“Team Rocket blast off at the speed of light!”
“Surrender now, or prepare to fight!”
“Meowth! That’s right!”
Ash and Misty raised an eyebrow. What a time to recite their motto- right after they see each other.
There was a crowd gathered around the commotion and yelling. A couple of quarters and nickels were thrown to them as if they were performing for money.
“How dare you insult Team Rocket like that!” Jessie shot up a fist.
Ash and Misty started laughing at the scene, as did Togepi.
“Pika pi pikachu pika. (Now I really wish I weren’t in Team Rocket.)”
“What did you say!” shouted out both Jessie and James.
“Pika!” she cowered and curled up into a tight ball of fear.
“Pikachu! Pika-CHUUUUU!” Ash’s pikachu thunder bolted Team Rocket for scaring their own pokemon. “Pika?” he tapped on her shoulder.
“Chu?” an ear twitched and TR’s pikachu looked up, “Pika!” she said with joy and somehow managed her short arms around him.
“Awe, that’s so sweet!” squealed Misty.
(*Is it us, or does Misty really like romantic scenes?*)
“Pikachu, thundershock!” yelled James after waking up from the thunderbolt.
“Chu!” she shook her head.
“Even if we have a pikachu we still can’t win!” shrieked James.
“It doesn’t matter weather it’s a pikachu or not!” said Misty, stepping in between Pikachu and Team Rocket. “How small is your brain!? She doesn’t want to fight because she’s in love!”
“Pika pi! Pika, chu pika pi pika pika chu pika! (She’s right! Besides, I don’t want to sink down to Team Rocket!)”
“Grrr… you both are really getting on my nerves!” screamed Jessie.
“Go, Starmie!” yelled Misty.
Though she left her Phyduck at home, as not to get in the way.
“Haaa!” said Starmie in his dual voice.
“Starmie, hydro pump!”
“Haaa!” it replied and shot out a strong jet of water at Team Rocket.
“Team Rocket’s blasting off agaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiinnn…! *bing*”
“By, Team Rocket! Don’t come back any time!” said Misty, waving her hand goodbye.
“Pi, ka pi pika. Pikachu pika! (Well, I’m leaving them. I hate Team Rocket!)” she said, “Pika pi chu? (Can I be with you?” she asked Misty.
“Mmhmm! Sure!” she replied.
“Since when did you start beating Team Rocket?” asked Ash.
“Since they were so mean to my new pikachu!” she replied, hugging Pikachu.
“Tokie! Briiiiiiiiiii!” said Togepi happily.
“I thought you only trained water pokemon.”
She shrugged, “I said I wanted to become a pokemon trainer when I left the gym, I never said what kind of trainer.”
“Well, lets get back, my feet are starting to hurt,” said Ash and they walked back to his house.
“AAAAAAAAH! Oof!” Team Rocket landed somewhere around the edge of a city. The first thing they saw was a pair of dark shoes.
“Hmm, never thought I’d see you three again. Maybe you’d win if you caught some new pokemon, or got more experience on that Arbok and Weezing,” they heard a voice and saw Alex looking down at them.
She hopped over the soaking wet Rocket members and walked off with her Jigglypuff.
*Sorry, we can’t resist a cameo stuck in somewhere in a story! I think it’s time for us to get to the point of this fanfiction…*
Ash and Misty came home to see a small note on the front door.
“There was an emergency and I had to go to work today. Be back around 11:00 PM,” read Ash. “…PS: Lunch is on the table, I hope you like it.”
He turned the knob open and they walked inside. Misty set down Togepi, who now had both of the Pikachus to play with.
They went to the kitchen table and saw four plates of food. Two were for Pikachu and Togepi, the others were for Ash and Misty.
“Mmm! Sushi!” squealed Misty and she immediately sat down in a chair.
“Pika… pi?” wondered Misty’s pikachu, for she didn’t see any food for her.
“Pikachu chu, pika,” said Ash’s pikachu and he offered half his food to her.
“Pika!” she said happily and took a bite out of her food.
“Chaaa,” he got a ketchup bottle out of nowhere and squirted a little on the plate to dip the pokemon food in, “Pika! Pika!”
“Pi…ka?” Misty’s pikachu tasted a little of the ketchup, “Pika!” she laughed in delight.
“Does that mean we’ll need even more ketchup?” asked Misty.
They all laughed, but still weren’t too happy about getting more and more ketchup.
The hours of nothing went on, and everybody was getting a little restless.
“Now when am I going to give Misty that bike? She’s going to wonder why I didn’t give it to her sooner if I give it to her in the middle of the day. Maybe I can give it to her tomorrow. Her birthday? No, that’s in three months… Tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow,” Ash thought to himself. He dragged himself upstairs, making sure the bike was safely hidden for the time.
Later that night, around nine o’ clock, it was still the boring old Sunday. Ash waited for Misty to go to sleep so he could take the bike out to the garage, but unfortunately she wasn’t what you’d call sleepy…yet.
The three pokemon played a little game of tag, as Misty read a book in the living room.
Ash came in. “Well, I’m hitting the sack,” said Misty and she set the book down.
“Okay. Good night, Misty,” replied Ash.
They gave each other a sympathetic goodnight kiss, and Ash waited to hear Misty shut the door close. *Bang* Ash slowly tip- toed upstairs and into his room.
He carried the bike under his arm, and quietly opened the door to outside. He opened the garage door and set the green bike inside. Then he went back inside his house glad Misty didn’t notice it.
“Even if she didn’t follow me for her bike, she’ll be happy to get a new one,” Ash whispered to himself.
“Pika?” he heard Misty’s pikachu, who had been watching the whole time.
“Ehh, you aren’t going to tell her… are you?” he asked nervously.
“Pika pii… (I don’t kooow…)”
“Please don’t tell her! I beg of you PLEASE don’t tell her!” he groveled down to his knees.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” he squeezed her.
“Pi… ka… CHUUUUU!” she called upon her thunderbolt, give or take a couple hundred watts.
“She’s just like my pikachu… auuoh,” he said before fainting.
“Hey, what was that?” asked Misty, who heard the commotion.
She ran down the steps, seeing Ash a little burnt and mumbling on the floor.
“Pikachu…” scolded Misty, as she turned her head to her pikachu.
“Pika..” she sweat dropped and backed away.
She sighed and picked him up and carried him to the living room couch.
“*Sigh* What am I going to do with you, Ash?” she sighed again and gave him a peck on the forehead.
“Huh?” he started coming through.
“Shhhh,” whispered Misty. “What did you do, step on her tail?” she asked.
“Well… umm… yeah,” he lied, scratching his head. “Wha-”