Chocogreen

Chapter one: The beginning December 2000, somewhere on Cinnabar Island: My birthday was right around the corner and I was already peeking at the presents my mother had bought. I had the perfect hiding place here at the back of the couch, pillows and blankets around me. Well, at least I thought I had.  My father's Persian had already found me and his head was now lying onto my hand, seeking comfort. As if lying on a rug in front of the fireplace wasn't comforting enough. When my father walked into the room, I immediately knew something was wrong. My grandmother, whose real name I don't know until this day on, had been visiting and

Disclaimers: I do NOT own Pokémon! This is just fanmade. WARNING: This will be an Egoshipping (GaryxMisty) story. If you don't like this pairing I suggest you stop reading right now. Shattered Chapter five: Fighting Team Aqua headquarters: (Misty's POV) A faint beeping sound made Misty stir. The last thing she could remember was going outside to go towards Mt. Pyre. Everything went black after that. Her memories were just a blur and as she tried to think about what had happened, nothing came to her. Except for the horrible dreams of her past. She'd woken up because of them, because of her nightmares. She'd wanted to scream but she f

Disclaimers: I do NOT own Pokémon! This is just fanmade. WARNING: This will be an Egoshipping (GaryxMisty) story. If you don't like this pairing I suggest you stop reading right now. Shattered Chapter four: The mission Team Aqua's Headquarters: (Gary's POV) "You will be obliged to leave your quarters after the incidents that have been occurring these past few weeks," Archie said, his thumbs fumbling with some paperwork that lay on his desk. A sigh barely escaped his lips. The man was clearly not very happy with this. Gary eyed the man suspiciously. He'd heard that it had taken Misty more than five years to become an admin and aft

Silver's story: Prologue: December 24th 2006 Mom you have always taught me that at a certain time in life we'll all follow our own path. Some people follow the right one, some the bad. There is no in between. But the truth is that all our paths have an end, sooner or later. Yours has ended a long time ago and I still miss you. Father has followed the wrong path and so have I, but I want to change. Because I made you a promise. I promised you that I would never turn out like father did and I swear I won't. Even if it takes me to my dying day. This will be the last time I write to you, but don't worry. I'll write again. When I've found the

Disclaimers: I do NOT own Pokémon! This is just fanmade. WARNING: This will be an Egoshipping (GaryxMisty) story. If you don't like this pairing I suggest you stop reading right now. Shattered Chapter three: What to do? A few minutes earlier at Misty’s Room: (Misty’s POV) Small rays of sunshine started to shine through Misty’s window and she wrinked her nose as she could feel the warm light hitting her face. Too tired to do anything, she hadn't closed her curtains last night and she welcomed the warmth that greeted her. She turned around, taking the blanket with her and put the bowl of soup onto her nightstand. S

Disclaimers: I do NOT own Pokémon! This is just fanmade. WARNING: This will be an Egoshipping (GaryxMisty) story. If you don't like this pairing I suggest you stop reading right now. Shattered Chapter two: Illnesses Misty’s room was a mess. Her clothes were spread out on the floor, her night table blocked the way to her bathroom and Misty herself was well… She was discovering the joys of crawling under a bed as an adult. Her Vaporeon sat right next to her trainer, her tail flicking from left to right, curious as to what her trainer was doing this time. “I’m sure that medicine is somewhere around here,&rdqu

Disclaimers: I do NOT own Pokémon! This is just fanmade. WARNING: This will be an Egoshipping (GaryxMisty) story. If you don't like this pairing I suggest you stop reading right now. Shattered Chapter one: All alone “Winters at headquarters are the worst,” the young woman sighed as a shiver ran down her spine. She hugged her blue jacket closer to her body and snuggled her nose into her scarf. Her hands trembled when she tried to light her cigarette. A bad habit, she knew. But she was bored. Bored and cold. She could use it to warm her up a little. She frowned when she heard footsteps behind her. The snow cracked under the man