Ash\'s Revenge

DISCLAIMER: Spiral Breeze does not own Pokemon... in any way, shape or form.

The Chronicles
A Pokémon Story Six
Ash\'s Revenge
Chapter One
By Spiral Breeze

It was a late spring evening in May, and all the nocturnal Pokémon were just waking up and padding about, ready to play, eat and just have fun during the whole long dark night ahead. The sounds of Hoothoot, Zubat and other flying types could be heard in the dense forest; which was only a few yards away from Ash and Misty\'s home. Yet it remained quiet out, tranquil, a perfect time to just sit out doors, relax, and enjoy the beauty of nature. Inside the one story flat, Brock was doing the laundry; he was somewhat obsessed with keeping things clean and in order. Even when Misty insisted she wash her own clothes, Brock nudged her aside telling her to go eat and rest “You shouldn\'t be doing anything in your condition.” He reminded her day after day with that same voice he reserved exclusively for gym battles, which unnerved her. Ash grew more and more impatient with his former best friend and made it his mission to keep his wife as far away from the breeder as possible. It was nights like this though, that the young married couple loved the most, nights where they didn\'t see him all day and all evening he worked... compulsively doing every chore imaginable, even making sure the knobs on the cabinet drawers were all properly screwed on. Ash hated him, wanted him gone, Misty asked her husband time after time why he didn\'t just tell the older boy to leave, but Ash didn\'t have the heart to tell him to go. Sure he was angry, sure he fantasized about all the many ways he could dispose of the man, but he knew Brock didn\'t want to go back to that house with all those kids, but Ash just couldn\'t understand why he would want to stay around in his house and take care of two teenagers who were soon to be parents. Ash and Misty were sitting on the front porch discussing baby names oblivious to the magnificent world around them. Misty was now six months pregnant, yet the sex of their baby was unknown. When Ash took Misty for her check up last month, the doctor asked if she could tell them, but they both knew they wanted it to be a surprise. It would be more fun that way they reasoned with themselves. So there the couple sat... books and name dictionaries opened up before them, Misty not helping at all by composing a list of all the ones she hated.

“Hmm, something short, but not too short, we don\'t want such a big name for a small baby.” Ash mumbled absent mindedly as he continued rubbing his wife\'s large tummy. He liked to put his head on her huge belly just to listen to the tiny developing baby inside, he loved when they went to the clinic and he could hear his son or daughter\'s heart beating. It was so fast, so wondrous, his own pulse quickened with anticipation... he longed to hold their child in his arms.

“Hmm, Zachary... nah, Elijah? Nope, ah uh.” The red head scribbled down a name one after the other, the top of the list read “Ugly Baby Names”. “Hon, how about... Sebastian? Oh never mind... I don\'t like it.”

Ash smiled and kissed Misty\'s belly... he gazed up at her and moved so he could reach her lips without having to contort himself. She saw her opportunity when Ash repositioned himself and gently placed her lips on his. They got as close as they could, their unborn child in the way, and not wanting to be squished. The young couple kissed for quite some time. That is until Pikachu scampered out of the house in warning that Brock was approaching.

“Thanks buddy.” Ash patted Pikachu on the head affectionately. He took the yellow electric type in his arms and hugged his soft body lovingly... and then the Breeder stomped into view, pink frilly apron, rubber gloves, kerchief and all.

“Misty... it\'s time for you to come inside now... you\'ll catch cold.” He said in mock concern.

“I\'m fine Brock, Ash brought me my hoodie a little while ago...”

“I said it\'s time for you to come inside... listen to me Misty, I know better then you... I\'m a Breeder. Besides... it\'s getting late, you should be in bed soon.”

Ash glanced down at his Trainer gear and Poké Dex.

“It\'s almost 7:30, how is that late?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow. He truly wondered if the Clefairy had come down from Mount Moon and exchanged their best friend with an alien. Then he thought about how much the sexually suppressed twenty two year old would love the idea of being probed by beings from another planet. Ash smirked and let out a chuckle.

“Is something funny Ash? Do you enjoy the thought of Misty becoming ill, and miscarrying?” Ash didn\'t like the way Brock had extended and emphasized the word miscarry. Misty had not heard, and the soon to be father was thankful, it would have made her cry. She was already on her way to the bedroom to get ready for bed. “Misty wait!” The older boy called. “Eat your dinner first. I just finished cooking it.”

The red head turned around and stood rubbing her pregnant belly in the hallway... she stifled a yawn and stared at him quizzically.

“I thought you said it was “late”?” She giggled and smiled. “Besides... we\'re really not all that hungry are we baby? We\'re tired and in need of a hot soothing bath.” Misty stood quietly patting her tummy and smiling... she was radiant. She was beautiful, her skin alive with this fantastic glow, and she appeared genuinely content.

“You may not feel hungry, but the baby is. Now eat, and stop referring to yourself in the first person plural, there\'s no need for it.” Brock walked to the kitchen and began ladling out bowls of beef stew. “You better come in here and eat too Ash... I\'m not going to let you go malnourished, Delia will kill me.”

Ash was helping his wife into her chair. He then sat down in his own before he opened his mouth. He made a quick glance at the Pokémon who were all around the floor eating the infamous stew. He might need to call on one of them to beat the shit out of Brock; he had definitely crossed the line this time.

“Mrs. Ketchum.” The ebony haired young man corrected.

“Ash... you\'re forgetting that I\'m an adult. I can address adults by their first name; it\'s how we adults greet one another. You\'ll understand when you\'re older. Now eat up before it gets cold.” He popped a piece of bread in his mouth. “Blow on it Misty... I don\'t want you to burn your tongue.”

Every single word he uttered seemed to grow more and more on Ash\'s nerves. The very fact that he was telling his wife what to do was annoying... he was treating her like... like a baby! She was sixteen for goodness sake! Ash and Misty finished their diner in silence, as Brock chattered loudly about his job at the breeding center, and much to the utter irritation of Misty, the town gossip at the market.

“So I said to Pauline... I\'ll give you some ripe tomatoes!” Brock laughed and clapped his hand on the table. “Tomatoes... hmm...”

It was then that Ash took Misty\'s hand under the table and yawned rather loudly, she got the picture and made her way to the bedroom to get ready for bed. She didn\'t even place her plate and glass in the sink, knowing all too well that the man in the frilly pink apron would tell her to put it down and get to bed.

“Wow, am I tired!” The adolescent exclaimed.

“You\'re always tired Ash! Come on go tuck Misty in, read her a bedtime story and stay up to play poker with me and the guys! I invited Gary and Tracey over, it\'s gonna be great.”

“No thanks Brocko... I really should be getting to bed... I have work tomorrow, see there\'s this Wailmer that can\'t swim too good anymore, and I need to begin its exercise therapy tomorrow.” Ash glanced down at the floor where Pikachu was eating his stew with the other Pokémon. “Isn\'t that right Pikachu?”

“Pika!” Pikachu saluted his best friend and trainer, happy to help with the fib.

“Aww... come on Ash! I\'ll even let you have a beer, just don\'t let Delia know... she\'ll kill me!”

“No thanks Brocko.” Ash turned around and walked to his and Misty\'s bedroom. He had noticed how convenient it was for the former Gym Leader to invite friends over to a house that wasn\'t even his. He also realized that he only had them over at night, to drink, only he smoked, and it was always when Misty wasn\'t up. He didn\'t want them to know she was pregnant. He reached the bedroom door and whispered. “Why Brock? Afraid it\'ll ruin your reputation as the “ladies man”.” Ash knew the twenty two year old was still a virgin and jealous of the fact that Ash was responsible for Misty\'s pregnancy.

Misty was already under the covers of her bed, sitting up and waiting patiently for Ash to return. She smiled when he finally entered the room and bent down to kiss her forehead.

“Do you two want to hear a story?” He whispered into her sweet smelling hair. Her red locks held the aroma of ginger and jasmine, and Ash inhaled the scent deeply. She nodded her head and shifted over so he could sit next to her on the small twin size bed. On the nightstand between the two beds lay a book of Pokémon Fairytales. Ash opened the book to the story of Repunzle, a Jynx who had beautiful long flowing hair and was locked up in a tower until the handsome prince, a strong and brave Mr. Mime rescued her. Ash loved reading to Misty, especially now because he knew that the baby could hear his voice. She slowly drifted off to sleep and he kissed her once more, making sure she was tucked securely under the blankets.

Ash placed the book back down on the nigh stand and walked over to the window. Pushing the curtains aside, he gazed up at the luminescent moon and sighed. The teen had so much to think about and the one person who should have been there to help was making his life a living nightmare. He heard the doorbell ring and the sounds of Gary and Tracey\'s voices, but decided to stay in the room and watch Misty sleep until he too retired for bed.

After a while, Pikachu and Togepi wandered quietly in with Eevee and Marill. The small egg shaped Pokémon had learned that her mommy was going to have a baby, and now knew that she had to be a big girl. She played with the bigger and older Pokémon now, sitting less and less in her mommy\'s lap. At this moment she was chirping quietly to Marill and Eevee about the new baby. They looked as excited as she was, but knew they had to keep silent while the young woman on the bed slept. Taking Togepi in his arms, Ash placed her in Misty\'s arms, so that the egg Pokémon could give her mommy a kiss good night. He was glad that she was taking this so well, he knew Pikachu was helping her with the new experience also, he kept reminding his “little sister” that she was a big girl and had to help her mommy take care of the new baby. She was still confused though, and inquired of the electric type on a regular basis, what kind of Pokémon mommy was going to have, and if it was going to be a Togepi just like her. She even secretly told Pikachu that she hoped it was a baby girl, because she already had him as a brother.

The four Pocket Monsters eventually padded back into the living room, where Gary, Tracey and Brock were playing poker and drinking. Ash already knew that Brock would be the only one getting drunk. The homosexual couple was responsible, they cared for their twins all day and all week and reserved Sunday to hang out and act like two normal guys in their twenties. They left Tom and Ann with their Grampy who they loved dearly, especially since he never said no to ice cream and let them play with all the Pokémon on the preserve. Ash hated when Brock constantly asked the couple to hang out with him. They had lives, jobs, and two small children to be fathers to; he was just too irresponsible, and too inconsiderate for his own good.

Finally moving away from the window after his contemplation, Ash sighed and gazed at his wife again. Misty was truly an angel. He bent down and kissed her hand noticing once again, that she wore no ring, it bothered him, because he had never properly proposed. Six months ago, his dream was to beat the Hoenn League, try once again for Indigo, and after making those two victories, he wanted nothing more than to buy a huge mansion, ask Misty to marry him, and live the life that a real Pokémon Master should. When the time felt right, that\'s when he was going to really ask Misty to marry him. Sure, they were married by law; but he knew that she wanted to be married in a church, with the traditional white wedding dress, bouquet and brides maids.

He gave his beloved another kiss on the forehead, and got under the covers of his own bed, thankful for the door that separated the master bedroom from the rest of the house. As he drifted off to dream land, thinking of Pokémon battles with his new son or daughter, the noise in the living room continued, as Brock groaned after loosing another fifty bucks.

To Be Continued...