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storypaint) wrote2009-02-11 09:03 am
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Tempered (Ash/Misty)
Title: Tempered
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31_days_exchnge: 11. in skilled hands, it is fearsome
Series: Pokemon
Character/Pairing: Ash/Misty
Rating: G
Length: 260 words
Other: post-series
Excerpt: "I'm sorry," he called through the door again, and was greeted by a scream of rage.
One of the side-effects of a world obsessed with Pokemon battle was a lessened interest in human combat. It was much easier to train a creature to do your fighting than it was to learn to fight oneself.
Popular opinion never swayed Misty, however. She was taking karate at seven and could defeat most of the people in her class by age nine. When she went off to train at the age of ten, her sisters didn't worry about her health. "Sensational" or not, Misty could take care of herself.
This was a fact Ash Ketchum would never forget.
"I'm sorry," he called through the door again, and was greeted by a scream of rage. He pressed his weight against it again and hoped she wouldn't make an honest attempt to get in. He might have grown older, but he was still somewhat scrawny, if he was honest with himself.
"I'm sorry!" he tried again.
"This is so much worse than my BIKE!" she shouted back. Ash covered his head with his hands.
"I'll replace the dress!" he promised.
Misty was quiet.
"Misty?" he tried.
He heard footsteps.
"Misty?"
"I'm going to go get the screwdriver," she said cheerfully.
"The screwdriver?"
"Since you won't unlock the door," she said, her voice fading as she walked away. Ash sunk to the ground, pressing his back against the door.
"I'm in trouble," he said.
"Pika," Pikachu agreed, hopping up onto the table beside him and twitching an ear sympathetically.
Ash sighed and waited for her to come back. He could probably talk her out of maiming him. Probably.
Day/Theme:
31_days_exchnge: 11. in skilled hands, it is fearsomeSeries: Pokemon
Character/Pairing: Ash/Misty
Rating: G
Length: 260 words
Other: post-series
Excerpt: "I'm sorry," he called through the door again, and was greeted by a scream of rage.
One of the side-effects of a world obsessed with Pokemon battle was a lessened interest in human combat. It was much easier to train a creature to do your fighting than it was to learn to fight oneself.
Popular opinion never swayed Misty, however. She was taking karate at seven and could defeat most of the people in her class by age nine. When she went off to train at the age of ten, her sisters didn't worry about her health. "Sensational" or not, Misty could take care of herself.
This was a fact Ash Ketchum would never forget.
"I'm sorry," he called through the door again, and was greeted by a scream of rage. He pressed his weight against it again and hoped she wouldn't make an honest attempt to get in. He might have grown older, but he was still somewhat scrawny, if he was honest with himself.
"I'm sorry!" he tried again.
"This is so much worse than my BIKE!" she shouted back. Ash covered his head with his hands.
"I'll replace the dress!" he promised.
Misty was quiet.
"Misty?" he tried.
He heard footsteps.
"Misty?"
"I'm going to go get the screwdriver," she said cheerfully.
"The screwdriver?"
"Since you won't unlock the door," she said, her voice fading as she walked away. Ash sunk to the ground, pressing his back against the door.
"I'm in trouble," he said.
"Pika," Pikachu agreed, hopping up onto the table beside him and twitching an ear sympathetically.
Ash sighed and waited for her to come back. He could probably talk her out of maiming him. Probably.