Chapter 5
"I saw what happened." Hideko said, appearing out of nowhere on top of Miroku's bookshelf.
Miroku narrowed his eyes up at his blond mentor. "If I have sex with her, are you going to spy on me then?" He asked, seemingly annoyed.
"Are you planning to?" Hideko asked in surprise. "I would certainly hope not, Miroku. She's still innocent, unlike those other girls you were with." She said, checking her nail polish casually. "Besides, we didn't send you down here to sleep with ever pretty girl you see, we sent you down here to help people fall in love."
It was Tuesday night, Miroku was trying his best to get some English homework done. The day was uneventful, almost boring for Miroku, except for the thirty minutes he got to spend with Sango in the library at lunch time as she helped him catch up on his assignments.
"What happens if I fall in love?" He asked. "Then what?"
"Oh, silly, Cupid doesn't fall in love." She said, snatching his book from his desk. "If you actually sit down and read, you would know that, in the story of Cupid, he drops an arrow, stabs himself in the foot and thus falls in love with himself, unable to love anyone else."
Miroku stole the book back from her. "Maybe so, but I haven't stabbed myself in the foot with no arrow."
"Well, you've slept with plenty of girls, haven't you?" She asked.
"A lot. No, I'm not proud of it."
Hideko let her feet dangle off of his bed. "And have you fallen in love with any of those women?"
Miroku's back was towards her as he thought back to all the women he had been with, some were girls back home, but most were here on earth, and most he had been with back in the fall when he had first come to Tokyo high. He was surprised he hadn't seen Sango before, but the school was so huge and over-populated that he met a new person everyday, and didn't see a lot of the same people unless they happened to be in his class.
His shoulders slumped and he sighed. "No."
"My point exactly." Hideko said. "So, please do be careful. I'd hate to see you get hurt."
"Hey, look, you sent me this hell on earth called high school." He said. "Atleast let me enjoy the little bit of heaven I did find in this girl for a little while."
Hideko sighed and folded her arms. "Get some sleep, Keseki. Tomorrow's Wednesday and you have an English test."
"Yea I know." Miroku said, heading towards his bed. "Goodnight Hideko."
"Nighty night, Cupid." She said, disappearing out of his room. He closed his eyes and let his tired mind drift back to Sango. His heart ached, the more he thought about how he couldn't be with her, the more his disappointment grew. She was the single, most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on in his entire life, and yet he could never have her.
She didn't even know his secret, though she jokingly called him Cupid, she still didn't know that he really was Cupid. He knew Hideko was wrong, why couldn't Cupid fall in love? After all, he didn't ask to be born this way, he didn't even ask to come here and meet her. He met her for a reason, and he was going to find out why.
"Hey," Miroku heard Brock Harrison's voice call for him from down the hallway on his way to the cafeteria. "have you seen Misty today?"
"No." Miroku replied with a shrug. "She wasn't here yesterday either. I heard about what happened on Monday. Is she alright?"
Brock shook his head. "I don't think so. She hasn't called me in two days."
"She's probably still embarrassed." Miroku concluded. "Sango hasn't heard from her either. What about Ash? Has he?"
"Probably not." Brock said, his voice taking on a deep, angry tone at the mention of the other boy. "Not only was he in on the prank, but he laughed at her and didn't even help her. I'm surprised they haven't broken up yet."
Miroku spotted Ash Ketchum, walking down the hall, surrounded by a group of girls. He wore his baseball jacket the school emblem on the back. He carried a basketball under one arm and slung his backpack over his shoulder with the other. "Hey Keseki, Harrison…" He said with a wave of his hand and continued his way down the hall, followed by his loyal fan group.
Brock simply looked away. "I think I might skip next period and go over to Misty's to check on her. I can see that Ash isn't going to do it."
"He doesn't even seem to have noticed she's been absent for two days." Miroku pointed out.
Brock changed course and headed for the parking lot, checking around to make sure he didn't get caught skipping school. He was worried about Misty, it wasn't like her to miss school two days in a row and it most definitely had to do with what had happened to her on Monday.
Within ten minutes he found himself in front of her house, her sisters were home and he wondered if Misty had told them about what had happened to her yet. He knocked on the door and waited for a reply. When the door finally did open, Misty's pink-haired sister, Lilly opened the door.
"Oh my god! Hello Brad!" Lilly said with a smile. "Nice to see you here."
"Thanks, and it's Brock."
"Oh right." She said, inviting him in with a gesture. "May I get you anything to drink, Brad?"
Brock sighed and shook his head. "Uh, no thanks. Is Misty here?"
Lilly closed the door softly behind him. "Yea, she's upstairs not feeling well. She's been asleep all morning. Do you know what's wrong with her?" She asked, sounding deeply concerned for her little sister.
He shrugged his shoulders. "No, I couldn't imagine what's wrong with her." He said, knowing now that her three sister's didn't have a clue about what had happened. "Do you think she'd mind if I went up and talked to her?"
Lilly's eyes sparkled. "I don't see why she would. I know I wouldn't, Brad." She said, staring at him with a smile. Brock returned it, wondering why girls at school didn't fall all over him like the three of them did. Speaking of which, he wondered where her other sister, Daisy was until his question was answered when he saw the blond appear from the kitchen with a pitcher of lemonade.
"Oh my god! Hi Rick!"
"It's Brock…"
"Would you like some lemonade?" She asked sweetly. "I made it extra sweet just for you."
Brock headed for the stairs. It was like a mine shaft in this house, he couldn't take two steps without running into one of those girls who seemed to be utterly fascinated with him, yet neither one of them could get his name right. The only Waterflower sister who got his name right every time had locked herself away in her room. "No thanks, Daisy." He said.
"Oh, Alright." Daisy said frowning over at Lilly. Violet was smiling at him as he ascended the staircase, twirling a lock of dark blue hair on her finger.
"Hey Rocky."
He waved, deciding against correcting her. They would never learn. He reached Misty's door and tapped lightly with his knuckle. "Misty?"
It was quiet inside and he leaned against the door, pressing his ear to it. He could hear the radio playing, very low, or maybe it was her television, but she was definitely in there. "Misty, it's me, Brock."
He waited patiently for a few moments as he heard her shuffling around inside, then the door opened quietly and her peeked around the side of it. Her eyes were red and puffy and she looked tired. "Brock? What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk to you." He said, pushing himself from the wall. "I was worried about you. You haven't been to school in two days."
"Well, do you blame me?" She asked. "I was humiliated." She opened the door wider and invited him in. He stepped into her slightly messy room, and he couldn't help but notice Misty had let her hair down. It wasn't brushed or fixed, but for some reason he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her. He noticed his T-shirt was balled up and placed next to her pillow and he wondered if she had been sleeping with it.
"I know." He said finally, sitting down on her bed, just like he always did when they had talks. Most talks were about Ash and how much of a jerk he had been, and Brock realized just how many talks they actually had about that subject. Too much, in his opinion.
"Did you skip class to come and see me?"
"Yes. I told you, I was worried." He said as she sat down next to him. "But the whole school has forgotten about it, I'm sure."
"I bet not." Misty said. "I bet Gary reminds them everyday. Besides, who's going to forget a red-head standing out in the middle of the school parking lot without any clothes on?"
Brock chuckled and she looked at him coldly. "Sorry." He apologized, then his face grew serious. "Hey, look, one day you're going to look back at this and laugh."
"I doubt it…" She said, folding her arms and looking away from him. "Ash hasn't called me in two days, not even to see if I was alright."
He immediately started thinking about Ash and how he had those girls hanging around him. A mix of anger and concern grew inside him and he sighed. "That's why I came here, Misty. I want to be here for you, even if I'm the only one."
Misty looked towards him, consciously trying to straighten out her hair. It was a tangled mess and she suddenly felt a little embarrassed about her appearance in front of Brock. "Thank you, Brock." She said.
He pulled her into a tight hug, and Misty was surprised about how much she liked the feeling of his arm around her. It was a big, warm bear hug, the kind of hug only Brock could give. She felt safe and warm when he hugged her, something she never got with Ash. She was so preoccupied by the way he was making her feel, that she didn't even notice when he stopped hugging her. Brock kept his seat on her bed and she finally mustered up a smile.
"I guess it wasn't so bad." She said, giggling softly.
"Yea, see." Brock agreed. "Don't let Gary get to you. He doesn't matter." His hand clasped over hers and she looked up at him. Her cerulean eyes met his own dark ones and she felt her heart skip a beat.
He leaned in closer to hers and she once again felt the heat from his body, his warm breath on her lips and his hand cup her cheek. He captured her lips in a warm, chaste kiss. It was simple and innocent at first, but it ignited a fire in both of them that neither one knew existed. He deepened the kiss when she didn't push him away and before he knew what was happening, she had pulled him down with her onto the bed. Misty lay flat on her back, still kissing him, her passion growing by the second until finally, she pushed him off of her.
"What are you doing?"
"I…I…" Brock stammered. "I don't know!"
"You pervert! You only came by here to kiss me, didn't you?" She scowled at him, her voice was shaky and her body was heated.
"No, Misty, it just…it just happened. I don't even know!"
"Get out, Brock." Misty ordered him. "Just please, get out."
"But…"
She reached around and grabbed his shirt, then flung it at him from across the room. "Please, go…"She said, her body was shaky and Brock caught his balled shirt in his hands.
"Alright, alright. I'm going." He said, heading for her door. "Sorry, I upset you." He closed the door behind him and he heard her sobbing from inside. Maybe he made a huge mistake by kissing her, but that didn't change the fact that he had enjoyed it and he had to find the way to hide that evidence from her sisters.
His shirt smelled of her perfume, his shampoo and her body wash. Misty's scent was all over it and he couldn't remember a time when he loved her scent so much. What had just happened between them was definitely not planned, yet it felt so right and he longed to do it again.
He made his way down the stairs where he saw Daisy busy dusting furniture. "Is Misty OK, Rick? I heard her crying and yelling…"
"Oh, she's fine." Brock said with a shrug. "You know, just that time of the month." He said with a shrug.
"Oh dear." Violet said with a frown. "What a bummer."
"Totally." Agreed Lilly. "Would you like to stay for lunch, Brad?" She asked.
Brock shook his head. "I'd love to, Lilly, but I better get back to school, I don't want to miss my last class."
Violet stared at him starry eyed. "Wow, handsome and smart." She said with a giggle. "Have fun at school, Rocky."
"Thanks." He said, waving at the three of them then exiting the house. He stared up at Misty's window, the curtains drawn and he knew he had crossed the line of friendship and he wondered how long she'd be mad at him for, if she ever did forgive him.
The news about Ash Ketchum's party had gotten around the entire school by Thursday morning. Sango had already convinced Misty that she wasn't going to be able to make it, despite that her best friend had begged her to come so she'd have another female to talk to. Now it was just Miroku she had to convince.
She sat in the library next to the window, once again reading a romance novel and blocking out the rest of the world. It was a dreary, rainy day outside and quite chilly for the month of April.
Miroku sat beside her, quietly, waiting on her to say something to him. She had noticed him, but didn't speak to him because she knew what he was going to ask. He tapped his fingertips on the table until she finally looked up in annoyance.
"What?"
He smiled, despite the hint of irritation in her voice. "Are you sure your not going to Ash's party?"
"Positive." She replied. "I have a lot of studying to do."
"Sango, you study every weekend." He said, leaning back into his chair, ignoring the fact she was obviously trying to ignore him. "C'mon, have a little fun."
Sango peered up at him. "And why are you so concerned? Why are you going to Ash's party? You know, all that it's going to be is a bunch of his friends getting drunk and picking fights. I have better ways to spend my Saturday night."
Miroku leaned forward and she bookmarked her page. Well, the real reason he was going is because Hideko had instructed him to because he was supposed to play matchmaker, but he couldn't let her know that. "Well, Brock wanted me to go, and I think Misty really wants you there." He grinned. "Besides, you could be my date."
She smiled and peered up at the clock. "Alright. I'll go, but I'm not staying past eleven."
"Great. I'll come pick you up Saturday then, my dear." He kissed her hand, and picked up his backpack, then exited the library. The bell rang and Sango begrudgingly headed to class.
She was quite surprised to see that Misty and Brock were seated across the room from each other. Brock glanced over at the redheaded girl, who had been staring back at him secretly, then just as quickly looked away when their eyes met. Sango wondered what was going on, or what happened, but she didn't ask questions, she just sat down in the back row.
Three o'clock seemed so far away from Misty and she couldn't bare to be in her last class, especially since Brock had to sit right next to her. Today, she couldn't even look at him, or be in the same room as him. Yesterday had definitely scared her, and yet what scared her the most was the fact that she enjoyed it and wanted to do it again.
She quickly made her way outside and made a beeline for her car, but was stopped when she felt someone grab her wrist. She whirled around to find the one person she didn't want to look at. "Brock. Let go!"
"Misty, c'mon, talk to me."
"No."
"C'mon, you can't just not talk to me forever." Brock said sighing. "You will have to forgive me at some point."
"No I don't." Misty said, tearing herself away from his grasp.
"Yes, you do." He said. "Look, I know yesterday was strange, but--" He looked around. "We shouldn't talk about this out here. Both of us are supposed to be in class. Let me take you to the park, we can talk there."
Misty looked back towards the school, then at Brock, then finally towards the parking lot. She silently agreed and he helped her into his car. Neither of them spoke for a long time, Misty just stared out the window and Brock concentrated on the road ahead. It wasn't until they arrived at the small, empty park just a mile from the school that the silence was broken. "Are you angry with me, Misty?" Brock asked her finally.
She sighed deeply and looked up towards the sky through the windshield. "No, not angry, just…confused." She said, trying to choose her words carefully. "Brock, none of that was supposed to happen. This…what we did…it can't happen."
He looked towards her for a long moment, though she didn't make eye contact with him. "Why?"
"Because," She began, not really knowing the real reason why. "It's just…weird. You're my friend. I'm with Ash. We're not supposed to be--"
"Did you feel anything yesterday?" Brock interrupted her, their eyes met and her cerulean gaze grew damp with tears.
"Brock, please…" She said, wiping a tear that had rolled down her cheek. "Don't make this any harder than it already is. Just…promise that won't happen again."
He felt his heart sink and he slumped down in his chair. "Well, wait a minute, you're the one who pulled me down on top of you. That was all you."
Misty blushed and looked towards down the floorboard at her feet. "I…I don't know what that was. I guess I just got caught up in the moment."
"Yea, well…" He grinned a little and looked towards her. "I'm not complaining or anything, but when you do something like that it kind of makes a guy think you might like him."
"Sorry if I made you feel like that, Brock." She said finally, the interior of the car was growing hotter by the minute and she wasn't sure if it was just her imagination. "But you know I love Ash."
He never realized how much those words could hurt him, coming from her, but right now they shattered his heart. "I know, and I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I promise."
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