'thoughts'

'telepathy'

For those of you whose knowledge of the French vocabulary rarely exceeds a simple 'bonjour' or 'oui' much like mine, the title should mean 'In my end is my beginning' unless I spelt it wrong which in that case I'm sorry to anyone I offended, same with the Italian.

The song is by Michael Jackson as far as I know and it's called Smile.  It's one of my favourites and it seemed kind of fitting.

Disclaimer – Oh and by the way I don't own Pokemon.

On Angels WingsEn ma fig git ma commencement

"I know angels are overrated,

But that's what I am,

An angel,

And this is my story.

It's hard to decide how to embark on this tale,

But then there's only one place to begin

Ab initio

The beginning.

I was born in a small village in southern Japan during the 15th Century.

My father never treated me as his child,

I was more of an inconvenience to him.

In my few years of life,

My father rarely showed me any love or affection,

And often bet my mother and I

Blaming me for all that was wrong in his life.

But one night he went too far,

And that's how my new life began."

"Please Shinji, don't," she cried as she tried desperately to escape from his powerful grasp.  His hands were clamped tightly around her wrists, he held her above the ground as she tried tirelessly to escape.

"Please Shinji, don't," he mimicked harshly, his words slurred together drunkenly.

She turned her face away so she wouldn't be suffocated in the decaying scent of alcohol that hung heavily on her husband's breath.  He let go of one of her wrists, and used his freehand to grab her face and force her to look at him.  She looked anywhere but his face, refusing to look into the eyes of the man he had become.  She loved him so much, but he had changed, he wasn't the same man she married, and he scared her.  She loved him too much to look into the eyes of the shell of a man he had become.

Shinji slapped her face hard.  "Next time you'll do what I tell you Naoko."

A small girl of three sat curled up in the corner holding her knees to her chest as she quietly hummed a soft tune to herself.  She closed her eyes tightly trying to block it all out, praying that because she couldn't see him he wouldn't see her.   She had seen the same scene too many times in her short life and she knew what came next.

"Mommy!" she cried out as she heard the loud clap on the impact of her father slapping her mother in the face.

Shinji immediately let Naoko go and pushed her away.  He turned his attention to the little girl in the corner as his wife fell to the hard dusty floor by his feet.

"Please," Naoko called from the floor looking up at her husband through tear-filled eyes.  "Don't hurt our child," she pleaded.  "Do what you wish to me, but please, don't hurt her."  Naoko crawled to the child's side and cradled her daughter in her arms trying to keep her safe.  She would protect her daughter, even if it meant her own life was to be put into danger because of it.

"Do you really think I believe that?" Shinji asked angrily glaring at the two.  "Tell me how does a child get hair that red from two dark-haired parents?"

"I- I don't know Shinji," she told him nervously, "all I know is that she is our child."  Naoko held the child tightly as her husband came closer and closer, closing in the short distance between them.

(A/N: Just in case you were wondering a combination of two recessive genes causes red hair)

Shinji pushed Naoko away and grabbed the small child she had been protecting.  He picked her up and held her before him at arms-length.  Her aquamarine eyes were filled with tears, as she looked into her father's cold blue eyes.  He held her vehemently crushing her tiny, fragile bones with his hands.  He glared angrily at her as he threw her forcefully against the wall.  Her head jarred back as her body hit the cold stone surface, before she slumped to the ground in a lifeless heap.

Naoko cried out as she heard the sickening crack of her daughters bones breaking as she fell to the floor.  She ran the short distance to her child's side searching for any signs of life, anything to say that she was still there.  The child let out one last breath as she closed her innocent, blue green eyes and relaxed her body.  And then she was gone.

"I love you Kasumi," Naoko whispered planting one last kiss on her child's cheek.  "Goodbye my darling."

"On November 2nd, 1420

My father, Shinji Thou

Killed me.

And that's the day I became an angel.

I can still remember the way he looked at me

As if he blamed me.

I still ask myself why

Trying to find out what he loathed so much.

Wasn't I pretty enough?

Was I not smart enough for his liking?

Did I cry too much?

Or maybe it was just his choice to see right through me."

"Where am I?" Kasumi asked as she searched her surroundings for a familiar face.  White smoke and bright lights surrounded her but there was no one there to answer her call.

"You're in heaven Kasumi," a voice replied.

"Does that mean . . . " she started.

"Yes," the voice replied solemnly.  "You died at the hands of your father and now you have become an angel."

"Why me?" Kasumi asked after the initial shock had worn off.

"Children are the most pure and kind-hearted beings in all the world.  When a child dies, he or she becomes an angel.  And when a child dies at the hands of another being, she or he becomes a guardian angel."

Kasumi looked down at the long, cream robes she was wearing and noticed how different her body appeared.  Suddenly she had the appearance of a sixteen year old and it confused her.

She was starting to dislike it here.  All the twisting smoke, the bright lights and the strange voice that appeared from nowhere, and especially her new body, it was all just too much for a child to take in at once.  Kasumi dropped to the floor, curled herself into a ball and began to cry.  She didn't like all these strange changes, she wanted her mother to come and hold her and tell her that everything was going to be all right.  She wanted Naoko to come and sing her a lullaby like she did whenever she was afraid.  But Kasumi knew that she would never hear her mothers voice again, and that she would have to be strong for her now.

Kasumi took a deep breath and began to sing the gentle song of her mothers lullaby.  She sang her song trying to sing away all the fear she felt and singing to her mother who she knew was somewhere beneath the clouds crying the same tears as she looked at her daughters crumpled body lying against the wall.

"Smile, though your heart is aching

Smile, even though it's breaking

When there are clouds in the sky

You'll get by

If you smile

Through the pain and sorrow

Smile, and maybe tomorrow

You'll find that life is still worthwhile

If you just . . .

Light up your face with gladness

Hide every trace of sadness

Although a tear, may be ever so near

That's the time you must keep on trying

Smile, what's the use of crying

You'll find that life is still worthwhile

If you just . . .

Smile, though your heart is aching

Smile, even though it's breaking

When there are clouds in the sky

You'll get by

If you smile

Through the pain and sorrow

Smile, and maybe tomorrow

You'll find that life is still worthwhile

If you just smile . . .

That's the time you must keep on trying

Smile, what's the use of crying

You'll find that life is still worthwhile

If you just smile"

Naoko woke up suddenly as she heard the faded sounds of her lullaby being sung faraway.  Tears formed in her eyes as she walked to her window and stared up into the night sky as forgotten memories flashed through her head.  How she missed her daughter.  She would give up all she had just to see her smile one last time.  Tears rolled down Naoko's face as she remembered the child she had lost so many years ago.

She was getting old now.  Her ebony hair had turned a silvery gray, her brilliant green eyes dulled from years of pain, and her red lips cracked and dry.  Shinji was already dead and Naoko a lowly widow.  She missed them both, but most of all she missed Kasumi.  She missed her laugh, her aquamarine eyes and especially her smile.  She knew she would never forget Kasumi as long as she lived.  Every day she wished that she had been taken instead.

"Happy Birthday, my child," she whispered to the night sky.  "Happy Birthday."

~ TO BE CONTINUED ~

As you can all see, 'On Angels Wings' won out mostly because it had the most chapters finished.  The fact that so many seemed to think it sounded like a good story did come into play here but really it's all down to two things.  Firstly, I'm lazy, and secondly, I want to be stress free seeing as my exams are coming up so I figured it would be best to use this so I wouldn't have to worry about all the updates.

This story, as soon as it gets into the present day, will basically follow the Pokemon story but as my own more romantic adaptation in Misty's POV.  The main thing that will change the story a bit is the addition of what I have dubbed 'celestial magic'.

So remember no matter how things seem (with Misty being a little of a feminist and all) this is an AAMR, not like I'm capable of anything else anyway.

Please review, tell me what you think and please remember . . . its my birthday on Wednesday which according to my calculations would be TODAY!