Liar
by Cerulean Leader
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Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon. :)
Misty stood in the hallway of the upstairs corridor inside the Ketchum residence. She had arrived a few hours earlier, and had been greeted by a cheerful Delia, who had immediately invited her inside to eat.
After helping the kind, mother-like figure clean up the dishes, Misty had decided to roam around the house. She had explored the first floor with a slow walk as she hugged her small blue Pokémon, Azurill, to her chest.
She carefully scanned the photographs with her oceanic eyes, staying a bit longer on the ones that focused on her best friend and Delia's son, Ash.
She sighed to herself, her fiery bangs covering her eyes.
'I miss you, Ash…' she thought.
She then proceeded to the carpeted staircase which led to where she stood currently – in front of another door, whom the owner she had not heard from in a long time.
She carefully turned the bronze handle and pushed it open, and it slowly revealed the contents of the room.
It consisted of a bunk bed in the corner, a bedside table, a chest of draws where his clothes layed obviously in neat piles thanks to Delia's craze for neatness, a Pidgey clock on the wall and a lot of other Pokémon products about the room such as figurines, curtains or the bed cover.
But that wasn't what caught her attention. As it was Ash's room and she had been in there before, she knew where everything was, but this was new, and it usually had never left Ash's head.
The hat.
His beloved hat.
The one he had always raged on about how important it was to him and what he did to get it.
It layed hanging from one of the posts beside the bed, forgotten and abandoned, just like she felt that he had done with her. Her face fell, and she glanced down at her young Azurill who looked up at her sadly.
She thought he had taken it with him, but apparently not.
She put Azurill down on the grey-blue carpet, and took a few steps until she stood beside the bed.
Misty held her breath as if even a bit of air was going to break the soft material, and held it delicately in her dainty fingers.
She turned it to face her, and ran her index finger along with the red brim gently and eventually led it to trace the green 'L' on the white above the brim.
She sighed, and knelt beside the bed, her eyes downcast as she fiddled delicately with the soft material.
"You spent eons telling us how important this hat was, and then you just threw it away…" she murmured. "…like a lot of things."
Liar.
A/N –
28/04/2011: Based on a picture I found on Google. :) I know it doesn't make any sense, but please still review.
19/01/2011: Hey, guys! Nothing has really been changed around, but I've been reading through some of my old stuff and I literally cringe at how bad some of my old one-shots are. I'm not changing them completely, just fixing up a few grammatical mistakes and adding in a few words here and there.
Original Word Count: 447
Updated Word Count: 455
~CL