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It Wasn't Supposed To Be This Way	By : SpiralBreeze Category: Pokemon > Het - Male/Female Views: 10426 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Eleven

“Pika... pi...” The yellow mouse whimpered as he tapped on the glass window pane.

“I know Pikachu, but I really have to go through all of this first.” The Pokémon Master sighed and continued to pour over the Gym’s accounts and bills. Things did not look good. Turning yet another page he came across the bill from the city, embossed with the official Cerulean seal. “Shit, fifteen thousand?”

He closed the book angrily and combed his hands through his hair in frustration. He believed Misty had settled all the Gym’s debt, and now this. Her sisters were at fault, yet as usual she had to clean up the mess.

“The sad thing is she never even told me about it.”

“Pi pika?”

“No, not the... the baby, the bill.” He sighed, exasperated. “I need to do something Pikachu, she can’t loose the Gym, but I don’t have this kinda money.”

“Pika pi pi chu.”

“Giovanni?”

The Pocket Monster nodded.

“No, I can’t ask my father for help. I need to do this on my own.”

“Pikapi, piii pikachu.”

“You want me to get a job?”

The electric type nodded his head vigorously.

“I... I’ve never had one before. I mean, I was thinking I could just run the Gym from now on, who wouldn’t want to train with the youngest Pokémon Master in the world?”

“Ash, you can’t run the Gym.”

The young man nearly fell out of his swivel chair when Brock walked into the office, scaring him half to death.

“Why can’t I?” He asked straightening with a glare at his favorite Pokémon who was still laughing at him.

“You’re a Master now, you’ve met and worked with legendary Pokémon, do you really think the Indigo League is gonna let a Master run a Gym? Which, might I add is only the second Gym in Kanto?” The older man folded his arms across his chest and took the opposite chair from the desk.

“So?”

“So, you’re too strong to run this Gym, you have too much experience to run any Gym for that matter, hence why you’re a Master now.” The Breeder sighed. “Ash, it’s been over five months since you got your title, and you haven’t had a single challenger, they’re afraid of you, they’re especially afraid of Pikachu.”

“No one can be afraid of Pikachu!”

“Pika!”

“Ash, maybe you should see if Tracey would be willing to take Misty’s place as Gym Leader.”

“Why?”

“You can’t run the Gym, I have my breeding business in Pewter, and Tracey is the only one who was never a Gym Leader to begin with. He has Marill, the rest of the water type Pokémon will always be here for him to use. Furthermore, (he added darkly) it will give him something to do.”

“Huh?”

“He’s running this Gym by himself anyway, Misty stopped taking challengers weeks ago.”

“Did you know about this?” Ash asked, suddenly holding up the document.

“What’s that for?” The Breeder inquired while studying the text.

“One of her sisters’ parties ended in an accident to a really old wall out by Mount Moon.”

“Wait, that’s the wall Onix was helping to fix!” Brock coughed when he read the amount due. “Fifteen thousand? Good God.”

“I know.”

“She’ll have to close and give the city control of the Gym.”

“I’m not gonna let that happen.”

“What are you gonna do?” He tilted his head with one eye brow raised. “Do you have enough money to cover that?”

Ash snorted.

“I have maybe half, she’s already made one payment, she was given six months.”

Brock sighed and scratched the stubble on his chin.

“I can perhaps give you another couple of thousand-” The young man lifted his head expectantly. “As a loan, with the understanding you will pay me back as soon as you can. I know it may take a while with the baby coming, but I’ll try to help anyway I can.”

“I keep forgetting about the-” He let out a shuddering sigh. “The baby.”

Brock stood and Ash felt his friend’s hand squeeze his shoulder in comfort.

“Have you talked with Misty about what’s gonna happen after the baby is born?” He shook his head. “Ash, you’re not a child anymore, you’re gonna be a father, this is a huge responsibility-”

“I know that!”

“I don’t think you do. If it was me, I’d want to go back to where I had friends and family to help support me. You haven’t even told your mother yet.”

“I-” The young man faltered and hung his head.

“What are you afraid of?” Brock asked quietly.

“That she’ll be disappointed in me.” He stated almost inaudibly.

“Ah. Well, perhaps you’ll get an ear full, but knowing Delia, I can’t imagine the woman ever being angry at her one and only baby boy.” Brock lifted up the phone and handed it to Ash as he dialed the number. “Go ahead, I’ll be right here.”

“Hello, Ketchum residence.”

He took in a deep breath.

“Hi mom, it’s me.”

“Oh Ash! How are you, where are you?”

“I’m good mom. I’m at the Cerulean City Gym now.”

“That’s great dear, how are Misty and Tracey?”

“Tracey’s fine, he’s been taking care of the Gym for Misty.”

“Oh? Is everything ok? Tracey said he was going to help out, but it’s been over a month now, Samuel really misses him.”

“Well...” He sighed, mustering his strength. “Mom, there’s something I need to tell you about Misty, it’s the reason I called.”

“What dear, she’s not sick is she?”

“No, not... well, not exactly.” He glanced at Brock, who gave him the thumbs up. “You see mom, Misty’s... (he sighed again) she’s gonna have a... a baby.”

There was silence on the other end of the line, but Ash waited for his mother’s reaction patiently.

“Why are you telling me this Ash? Tracey should be telling Samuel.”

“What? No mom, you don’t understand.”

“It’s Tracey’s responsibility to tell his employer that he wont be coming back, when did they get married?”

The Pokémon Master slapped his forehead with irritation, hypocrite.

“Mom, can you just listen to me for one minute!”

“There’s no need to shout at your mother young man!”

Brock gave him a look as if to say the same thing.

“Mom, Tracey isn’t the father... I am.”

He waited nervously for her next response as he tried to steady his breathing. Brock mouthed the word “what?”, and Ash shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m going to be a grandmother?” She questioned quietly, she was obviously crying.

“Mom, please don’t cry... I-” But Ash didn’t know what to say to console his mother.

“You’re so young.”

“I’m sorry mom.”

“How far along is she?”

“I-” He covered the mouth piece with his hand and whispered to Brock. “She wants to know how far along she is.”

“Tell her five and a half months.” The Breeder whispered back.

“She’s five and a half months.”

“What? Ash when did this happen?”

“The night I became a Pokémon Master.”

“Oh, Ash.” He could hear his mother crying and then blowing her nose in the background, after which she must have thanked Mr. Mime for a tissue. “My sweet, sweet baby boy, you’re gonna be a daddy. Where’s Misty? Can I talk to her?”

“Uh... she’s not in the office with-”

“Oh, I have a better idea, why don’t Samuel and I come over for dinner tonight, I’ll invite your father too, did you tell him?”

“No... but I mean he sorta knows I guess.”

“We’ll be over in a few hours, be a dear and let Brock know that Samuel is on a new low sodium diet.”

Ash glanced at Brock.

“Uh, yeah sure. See you later mom... I love you.”

“Oh I love you too! Bye for now honey!”

The Pokémon Master slowly placed the receiver back onto the phone base, and slumped back into his chair.

“That wasn’t so bad was it?”

“She invited herself, my dad, and the Professor to dinner tonight, here.”

“I better start cooking then!” The Breeder said with a little too much enthusiasm.

“She said Professor Oak is on a low sodium diet.”

“I wish my mother was more like Delia... she could use lessons. Delia’s so generous and kind hearted-”

“Brock, enough, my mom’s with Oak remember?”

The Breeder had the decency to blush as he walked out of the office, Pikachu following behind him presumably to help prepare dinner, the yellow mouse did enjoy cooking. Ash shook his head in fondness, when would Brock ever learn? He was at least happy that his mother had taken the news of Misty’s pregnancy well. It was however, a bit embarrassing to learn that she thought Tracey was the father. Ash wondered how many other people had mistakenly thought the homosexual had fathered her unborn child. Tracey was always helping Misty with the Gym, now he had spent the past how many weeks living here, running the place. Any idiot would put two and two together. Not any more, I’m here now.

*))O((*

“What! No! No! No!”

“Misty please... just put something nice on, she’s gonna be here soon.” Ash pleaded with the red head on the threshold of her bedroom.

“No!” She shrieked, slamming the door and Ash could have sworn he heard hundreds of flying type Pokémon take to skies of Cerulean in fright.

The door bell rang and Ash cursed and kicked the door frame. On his way to the video intercom system, he passed Tracey who gave him a sympathetic look.

“Do you think you could talk to her? I mean you’re her best girlfriend.”

It took every ounce of restraint the Watcher possessed not to slug the arrogant teen in the jaw.

“I don’t see how that will help at the moment, she’s going through mood swings.”

“Is that another-”

“Yep.” He studied Ash as the boy’s shoulders collapsed in defeat. “I can go meet them at the front door if you like.”

“No...” Tracey knew he would say that.

“Alright, fine, I’ll go see if I can find something absolutely fabulous for her to wear.” He absolutely hated himself right now, but if he could calm Misty down, then in the end he could live with it.

Ash seemed to peak up at that, and made his way out the apartment door. Tracey, meanwhile took in a deep breath and walked with confidence to Misty’s door and knocked.

“You can come in Tracey.” Tracey one, Ash negative fifty. He opened the door and quickly closed it behind him locking it, let them say something, he was gay remember? “I hope Ash drops dead!”

“I’m sure that can be arranged.”

She laughed and smiled at him.

“I’m assuming he sent you in here to find me something ‘nice’ to wear.”

“Yeah, I of course added the words ‘absolutely fabulous’-”

“You didn’t!” She gasped in astonishment.

“Oh, I did, apparently I’m you’re best girlfriend.”

“Guess that makes me a lesbian.” It took Tracey a second to grasp the joke but in the end he smiled, and pulled Misty into his arms to kiss her.

“That makes two of us then, you know how much I love the taste of your lips.”

“Oh no, I forgot to brush my teeth!”

“I wasn’t talking about-”

She made a strange sound in the back of her throat and quickly turned a shade of red brighter than a Charmander’s flame. Tracey only held her tighter and kissed her more passionately. Abruptly, Misty pulled back, her breathing shallow, one hand on her belly, and the other smoothed the hair back which had fallen in her eyes.

“Kiss me like that again, and we’re gonna have to skip dinner.”

He smirked, but knew he had to get her to put something on, even though he wanted nothing more than to remove her panties and the now too tight bra which forced the tops of her breasts to spill out of their cups.

“Where’s your yukata? You can just wear that again. Like you said, it kinda hides your belly.”

“Right.” She opened the cedar box on the floor of her closet and removed her mother’s pink kimono and obi. “Alright, you know what to do.” She said after handing him the clothes.

Tracey began to gradually dress her with precision, leaving the expanse of her neck exposed in what he knew was less than respectable for a pregnant woman. Turning her in the mirror to stand in front of him, he left the bow he made in her obi tied in the front, over her belly. He kissed her temple and bent his head, so that he could slowly run his tongue the length of the back of her neck from her hairline, down to as far as he could reach between her shoulder blades, leaving her quivering in his arms.

“Do you know why the oiran tied their bows in the front?” He breathed the words into her ear, her red hair tickling his nose. She nodded unable to speak in her heightened state, everyone knew. “Easy access.”

With a gentle tug, the heko obi cascaded to the floor, leaving the kimono to fall past her shoulders, exposing her chest. Tracey seized the opportunity to cup her heavy breasts, and tweak her hardened nipples between his thumbs. Misty seemingly melted back into his body with a whimper, her arms lay practically useless at her sides. Suddenly, there was a knock on the bedroom door. The young woman jumped, straightened and readjusted her yukata, it was Tracey who unlocked and opened the door a crack, adjusting the bulge in his pants in the process.

“Did you find something for her to wear?” Of course it was Ash.

“You’ll see in a minute, hold on!” Tracey sang and emphasized with a flick of his wrist. He closed the door and locked it again, turning to Misty hurriedly. He gave her a quick kiss before he finished fixing and retying her. Then, he opened the door again, and ushered the young woman out in front of him.

“Uh...” Good, he’s speechless. “Thanks Trace, I didn’t know you knew how to tie an obi.”

“Yeah, it’s one more thing gay men are just inherently good at.”

“Oh.” Ash took Misty’s hand, and led her to the kitchen. “You ok Mist? You look flushed. You’re not sick or something?”

“No... I’m....” She inhaled with a shiver. “I’m just really warm, that’s all.”

As Tracey watched them walk away, he exhaled the breath he had been holding, and once more shifted his slacks, willing his hard on to go down. Satisfied that no one would notice, he too, made his way to the kitchen where he was greeted in a bone crushing hug by Mrs. Ketchum that was so strong, it rivaled that of Ash’s Snorlax.

“Oh Tracey, it’s so good to see you again! I’ve really missed seeing you everyday for lunch and tea.”

“Delia, let the poor boy breath!” Professor Oak laughed as he stepped up to his assistant. Once he was released, the older gentleman was able to shake his hand vigorously in greeting. “Tracey m’boy! I’ve missed you too. You know, the laboratory just isn’t the same without you around.”

There was one more person in the room who he knew, but only by reputation: the leader of Team Rocket, Giovanni Rocketto. Ash was the one who led his father to him, as Tracey studied his face, he wondered how he had never figured it out himself, it was a total disgrace to his skills as a Pokémon Watcher. He extended his hand, and Tracey took it, caught off guard by the exceedingly strong grip.

“It is a pleasure to formally meet you Tracey.” A hint of Italian in his other wise British accent.

“Likewise.” He muttered and took a second to glance at Misty who looked apprehensive. He wanted to say something else however, he knew that how’s total world Pokémon domination going? wouldn’t exactly be polite dinner conversation, so the young man was very relieved when the inevitable happened: Giovanni asked about Misty’s pregnancy.

“So Misty, how long do I have to wait to meet my grandchild?”

Tracey watched as Misty blanched and glanced between himself and Ash for support. He knew Ash didn’t know the answer, so he took it upon himself to reply.

“She’s going to be six months soon, she’s due the fifteenth of January.”

Giovanni looked at Tracey with an air of what he could only describe as suspicion. The moment passed however, as Brock began to usher everyone into their seats. He sat Giovanni at the head of the table, to his right Delia, next to her the Professor, Ash and Misty sat at the other end in two smaller chairs pushed together, and much to Tracey’s dismay he sat on Giovanni’s left, because Brock had taken the chair on Misty’s left. What a fine arrangement indeed.

Dinner was to be humans only, the Pokémon were all downstairs in the habitat. At that very moment Tracey wished that Marill would have been the unlucky one to sit next to the head of Team Rocket. Although, she would probably kill him for it afterward. Luckily for him, the food was being passed around so all he would have to say was please and thank you unless of course someone asked him a question that wasn’t “please pass the rice”. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, until Misty cut into her steak, which was done rare. She gagged standing abruptly, and quickly covered her mouth with her hands. In an instant Tracey was up and leading the young woman to the bathroom.

“Ash, go help Misty.” Brock hissed, the boy’s face was practically glued to his rice bowl, chop sticks all a blur. He finally lowered the bowl when the Breeder issued a well placed kick to his shin.

“Hey! What gives Brock? I’m hungry.”

“Oh that’s my little boy, such a healthy apatite.” His mother swooned, causing the two other men to chuckle.

“That may be, but perhaps he should be helping Misty instead of Tracey, that boy never was able to say no, sometimes I ask to much of him myself.”

“Hmg, fine.” The Pokémon Master grunted as he pushed himself away from the table and made his way to the bathroom. As he approached the hallway he could hear the red head retching. He braced himself against the wall next to the open door. Ugh, I don’t wanna see that.

“It’s ok Misty, let it out... let it all out.” He heard Tracey soothing her, he was probably rubbing her back. Ash chanced a peek through the doorway. Misty was kneeling down, head over the toilet bowl, one hand holding the rim, the other clutching her rounded stomach, she was sobbing. Tracey held back her hair with one hand, while the other rubbed her back in comfort. “It’s ok, I’m here.”

Ash almost became incensed at Tracey’s last statement. Almost of course, being the operative word in this situation. The Pokémon Master had absolutely no desire to see, smell or listen to vomit. He would make sure Misty was fine, after she was, well, fine. He continued however to peek around the door jam as Tracey stood, flushed the toilet and turned on the faucet. The Watcher wrung out a face cloth, and filled the tooth brushing cup with cool water. He handed the latter to Misty to drink, and proceeded to use the former to clean her face and press gently to her forehead and cheeks.

“There now, all better?” He asked her like one might would a small child or spoiled Pokémon.

She nodded and Ash turned back against the wall so as not to be seen. He heard the tap again, and Misty gargling and spitting, the water was then shut off, and the pair exited the bathroom.

“I can take over from here Tracey.” Ash took the opportunity to say something as soon as she stepped into the hallway.

“I’m just going to bed Ash, I don’t need any help, you two go enjoy your dinner.”

Ash didn’t want to go back to the kitchen and let everyone see that he hadn’t done a thing to help Misty. He wanted to prove to everyone, especially his mother that he was responsible and ready for this next big change in his life.

“Can I tuck you in?” The young man surprised even himself with how much he sounded like a child.

“Oh...” The red head’s eyes shot to Tracey, who gave a minute shrug. “Ok.”

She allowed him to lead her across the hall to her bedroom, and let him close the door behind them. Tracey waited for the click of the lock, but it never came, he listened for another moment before he turned and walked back to the kitchen.

“Is Misty ok?” Brock was the first one to ask. “Maybe I should go check up on her.”

“No, Ash... he’s with her, she’s fine... she said she was going to bed.”

“When I was pregnant with my Ash, I had morning sickness all the way to the end.” Delia explained with fondness. “I just couldn’t wait till I could meet him, and hold him in my arms.”

Tracey observed as Giovanni seemed to stiffen in his chair and suddenly found his steak knife very interesting. The Watcher realized he knew nothing about Delia’s situation with Giovanni. He wondered if she had told the Team Rocket Leader of her condition, or if it was his decision to leave her. He thought of Ash and Misty in her bedroom, probably lying in her bed, would he get in with her, rub circles on her stomach and say sweet nothings in her ear? Forcing himself forward, he took his seat and picked up his knife and fork, slicing insistently into the meat, with absolutely no intention of eating it once he was done.

“So Tracey, have you done any new sketches lately?” The elderly professor inquired after placing down his water glass.

The Watcher looked up and replaced his utensils on his napkin. His mermaid picture. The one that was currently hidden in his room.

“You are the artist who’s mermaid drawing I wanted to purchase for my collection!” Giovanni said unexpectedly in realization.

“Uh...”

“My associates phoned me, and I saw the picture, please tell me that no one has bought it?”

“What picture is he talking about Tracey?” Delia asked curiously.

Tracey blushed, while Brock went to the living room and brought back one of the prints.

“This is it here.” He said while handing the print to Giovanni.

“She is-”

“But, that’s Misty!” Delia exclaimed and quickly covered her mouth with her hand in shock.

“Oh my... Tracey, she... was this her idea?” Professor Oak asked as he studied the portrait. The young man knew by the sound of his mentor’s voice that he was disappointed in him.

“I asked her to model for me.”

“Did you also ask her to pose like this... topless?” The Professor sounded angry.

“It was-”

“All Misty’s idea.” Tracey stared in disbelief as Brock came to his rescue.

“But she’s only nineteen!” Mrs. Ketchum declared.

“Yes, and that means she can do what she likes Delia.” Giovanni explained calmly, then turned to the artist in question. “Tracey, I am very fond of this picture, it spoke to me the night I saw it, and I would still like to purchase your drawing as I originally intended. My offer is five thousand.”

The young man shook his head in disbelief. He had never been offered such a substantial amount, not even for an entire magazine spread. He wanted to jump at the chance to sell, but something was stopping him. First and foremost, this was Giovanni, the leader of Team Rocket, second, that was his best work, the portrait of Misty, and the reminder of... He pinched the bridge of his nose, he didn’t need the reminder of that day. He inhaled deeply and spoke with sudden determination.

“I except your offer Mr. Rocketto.”

*))O((*

“Hey you want another beer?”

“Huh?”

“Tracey, you’ve been out of it all night.”

“I...”

“I know, it might not be the same thing, but whenever I have to give a client an egg that I’ve hatched... it’s like giving away one of my own children.”

The Watcher lifted his head at this and took a long pull of his beer. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and burped loudly.

“It feels like that... exactly.”

“I know man, but five thousand dollars!” Brock clapped him on the shoulder and gave him a friendly shake. He suddenly stopped and stepped back. “You’re gonna give the money to Misty for the Gym aren’t you?”

“Am I that predictable?”

“Yeah, that and a really great friend. Me and Ash were having the same discussion this morning. I’m gonna put in a couple of thousand too, if Ash can get the rest, maybe we can get the Gym at a better place.”

“I can’t let her loose it, the Gym means everything to her. I know she can’t battle anymore, but this is all she has left of her parents you know?”

“I know... and we’re gonna do what we can.” The Breeder sighed and took the half full bottle away from his friend. “Go to bed, I’ll finish in here.”

Tracey stood and murmured good night. He made his way to his bedroom but paused in front of Misty’s door. Had Ash left and gone back to the room he was sharing with Brock? He moved closer and pressed his ear against the door. What he heard inside made his heart skip a beat. He could hear Misty’s faint sighs, then a moan. Tracey’s pulse raced as he backed away from her door and hastily went into his own room, nearly slamming and locking the door behind him.

To Be Continued...
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