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That one time I may or may not have drawn a picture and then wrote a small fan fic to go with it /cough. . . . #pokemon #pokeshipping #pokeship #pocketmonsters #ash #misty #ashxmisty #nintendo #kurumilover #anime (at Funimation Entertainment) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp20cgLATZ1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1toezuxg5urgu
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Being followed by her isnât how he plans his journey to start. None of it is technically part of the plan. The fact that his first Pokemon is not one of the three heâs dreamed of and battled with in his imagination, the fact it is a Pikachu who refuses to look at him let alone listen instead- also not a part of it. The way Pikachu is then injured and he spends his first day of his journey running for his life wasnât anywhere in the outline. But Ash can forgive that because at 10 years old, this is a fragment of his adventure which is, in theory, part of the plan. Even the pain and the way he nearly drowns and the look on Pikachuâs face can be excused somewhere in it because Pikachu is fine now. Pikachu is his best friend now.Â
But being fished out of drowning and rescued, being slapped and scolded and then accidentally frying a bike that is apparently the prized possession of a girl with a short temper who then follows him for the last six weeks; heâs not so sure about that being anywhere near the plan.Â
Sheâs weird. She goes from one extreme to the other since the moment she properly got to introduce herself. Screaming in his face and smacking his hand away when he tries to help her up because despite everything going on he does feel crappy about the situation, then dropping the act all together and putting her hands up in a worried plea, asking if his Pokemon is okay the moment he says something. He supposes they at least have that in common. She seems to have a genuine love for Pokemon. Even if he does find her fear of bug Pokemon irritating, she's not going out of her way to harm them. Itâs more like she comes to his harm getting away from them.
Ash doesnât pay too much attention to her presence anymore. Misty is just kind of there now, and they have fallen into this back and forth they have only managed to drop three or four times so far. Brock told him a few days earlier that one of them always ruins it, and Brock has only been with them for two weeks but he thinks itâs probably true. Maybe. He doesnât really know.
Because Misty is weird, and thinking about her in general is annoying. Because he doesnât think about it too much, he also doesnât think about what things would be like if they had met under different circumstances. So really, he doesnât know why heâs staring at her as she hugs her knees on the opposite side of the campfire. Or why it should even concern him that she looks kind of upset or why Pikachu is sitting at her feet tonight and not his. Heâs out here on a journey to be a Pokemon Master, not worrying about why the girl who follows him doesnât even seem to like him let alone why he wants her to. Heâll get her dumb bike back soon enough and sheâll be gone; he has no idea how but so far things have been working out pretty well if he just tries enough. He has a Gym badge and two Pokemon now which has definitely been part of his plan. A bike is no big deal.
Brock nudges him in the side then, and heâs thankful it rips his attention away because he wants to look some stuff up in his dex anyway about Zubat. It has just joined Brockâs crew of Pokemon and is currently flapping near the pot heâs been cooking at. Ash gives Brock a glance to see if he'll mind but his new friend is simply tilting his head towards the space across from them quietly with concern on his brows.Â
âWhat?â He asks, dusting his hands together where theyâd started to get clammy for some reason.Â
Brock tilts his head again. Ash frowns at him, following where heâs looking. Itâs just Misty on the other side of camp, and he thinks maybe heâs asking him to pick their tinâs from dinner up so he grabs his and starts to stand when Brock sighs loudly. He pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment and shakes his head the same way heâs seen grown-ups do when theyâre getting kind of annoyed or something. Ash narrows his eyes in question.
Brock sighs again.Â
âMisty.â Brock says after a moment, not looking at Ash and he finds himself frowning deeper as he turns his gaze back to her. Her head is down and buried in her arms over her knees, but she shifts in acknowledgement. âAre you Okay?â
It clicks for Ash and he makes a little noise, almost saying âohâ. So he wasnât imagining something was off with her after all. Though he doesnât really get the big deal or why it needs addressing or for them to talk in whispers or weird looks because sheâs right there and asking her is what has ended up happening anyway, he slouches forward with an arm on his own knee and his chin in his hand to watch if Misty is actually Okay. Though she is quieter this way it does just feel kind of weird that she hasnât made some quip about him all night.
â âm fine.â She mumbles a response.Â
She sounds Okay. Fine is better than not fine, so Ash nods to Brock. Brock shakes his head silently at him and his mouth pulls to the side in a tight lipped smile. He crosses the space between them, putting a hand on Mistyâs shoulder that makes her jump a little. Ash wonders briefly why itâs so easy for Brock who has only known her two weeks to touch her so casually and not get smacked away when she stays still, sways a little from left to right.Â
âPikachupi.â Pikachu rubs its face against her ankle. Ashâs eyes fall to his Pokemon as he tries to understand and he feels himself slump further forward.
âYou can tell us.â Brock speaks like he is speaking for both of them and Ash has to resist pulling a face because honestly he doesnât want to hear about girl problems even if he wants to know whatâs going on.Â
âLeave me alone guys, please.â Her voice is strained. He doesnât think heâs ever heard Misty say please- not to them at least. Maybe to Brock when she wants more food. Or to someone that isnât him that theyâve met who sheâs all sweet and kind to in a voice she definitely doesnât use with him. He catches Brock's eyes back on him when she simply scoops Pikachu up with her head still down and walks to a tree bordering the clearing they have found. She hugs the Pokemon to her chest, her back not far from them.
Ash shrugs at him, part of him feeling betrayed by Pikachu for not putting up a fight to stay by his side but part of him thinking itâs probably better she hugs whatever is going out on his Pokemon than shout it out at him.Â
âI guess we should give her some space.â Brock mutters, shaking his head. He gathers their dishes to wash out and mumbles something to himself. It leaves Ash at the fire alone with the presence of Misty known, not far from him and soon his knee bounces in an anxious jig.Â
He shouldnât even care. Misty doesnât care when heâs down- she comes and taunts him and pulls a tongue and eggs him on. He guesses maybe she does help him in some ways but theyâre not out of her being nice. She kind of points things out that could say she cared. Like with Brockâs badge and her insistence he takes her advice. Even that feels like a stretch, but Ash peers over his shoulder slowly because he doesnât want her to see him looking and thinks he cares because he doesnât- the same way she wouldnât- but Misty has her back to him still and he can see Pikachuâs ears over her arms.Â
His gut bubbles and he tells himself that if this is something thatâs going to slow down their next stop he supposes it does matter. When he stands up he is oblivious to the way Brock stares at him crossing the clearing, closing the gap between himself and Misty. He is aware he is feeling very shy all of a sudden though and is almost grateful that she must feel his presence because she sighs and speaks without looking back.
âI told you to go away.âÂ
Not for the first time, Ash immediately feels very stupid for trying and is reminded why he doesnât. He shoves his hands in his jacket pockets, scowling at the back of her hair he has just noticed is down. âActually you told us to leave you alone.â Â
âThen listen to either of them.â Misty huffs, but it lacks her usual kick and it makes the response he hasnât really thought out die in his throat.Â
He shuffles a shoe in the gravel instead. âWhatever then.â
âGood.â She sniffs.Â
âJust donât keep Pikachu too late.â Ash grumbles. He hopes she doesnât think sheâs won something because heâs backing down. âWe have a Gym battle tomorrow, remember?â
Mistyâs shoulders tense. She turns to him so quickly he almost falls back when she hands Pikachu off to him like a bag.
"I won't be there so knock yourself out." She exhales through her nose that is now in the air. If it werenât for the way her shoulder smacks into his as she walks past heâd swear sheâd disappeared at how soon sheâs gone from his sight. He is left with Pikachu, who seems to be scowling at him and Ash just frowns back a question and rubs the top of his arm, choosing to tend to it over the sting of her words. Â
He doesnât get it, and when he gets back to the fire Brock is starting to tidy up. Misty had laid her sleeping bag as far as possible from them earlier and Brock offers him a gaze that is somewhat uncomfortable when she storms in that direction. Why is everyone looking at him like heâs done something wrong when sheâs the one in a bad mood? He rolls his eyes out and gets his Pokedex out before Zubat is called back in, and his evening improves for it. Brock talks with him in quiet voices for a while about the new Gym theyâre visiting tomorrow and they put the fire out together, apparently his older friend is still appalled at the way theyâd been doing it before he joined and now insists he makes sure it's done right every night. Brock seems good at stuff like that so he gladly takes the help and when Ash pulls his sleeping bag out he has almost forgotten about Mistyâs thing.
Almost. Kind of.
Pikachu joins him when he plops down and he lets himself glance over for the first time since sheâs barged away because he is pretty sure sheâs asleep by now. Either that or sheâs snuck off to really be alone, to really find a way to not be there tomorrow and left them for good because there hasnât been a noise from her side of the clearing all night. She is curled tight in a position he doesnât think can be comfortable and an unfamiliar warmth fills his chest. Misty is still there, even if she isnât supposed to be; even if she isnât part of the plan.Â
Ash finds he is smiling and he scowls, and then he falls asleep focusing so hard on how he wants to dream about their next stop; Cerulean Gym.
fairy here: hey!! i wanted to write some stuff from ash's pov for a while. this may be a little series of him growing up and how he see's misty so if it feels a little bitter and not a lot sweet, it's just the beginning.
misty is knowing they're heading towards cerulean but finding out for sure its there the next day~
 [Credit and big thanks to @setteidreams for the settei sheets]Â
A fantasy AU where Ash is down in the dumps and decides to join an expedition whose mission is to capture the Merpeople for some extra cash, but it's love on first sight for him when he meets Misty, so he becomes a double agent instead, working together with the Misty to throw the hunters off the Merpeopleâs trail and evacuate them to a safer place. And once it's all over, the two have no choice but to part ways as Misty doesn't want to let go of her people and culture and Ash cannot abandon his Mother waiting for him back home.Â
So they say goodbye, hoping that fates would reunite them in the future again đ