Red's Perfect World - Oneshot
RED WING ZERO: Look, I'm not going to ruin this with a funny comment. This story is serious, and the first of my Pokemon Oneshots. It's about Red, and why he stands at the peak of Mt. Silver.
Red stood at the exact snowy peak of Mt. Silver. He didn't know why he went there, and he didn't know when he was going to leave. Everything around him seemed to stand still. He could feel every single snowflake shiver on his skin, trying desperately to crack him. It didn't matter to him, nothing did. At those many moments,
that was his world, and being there was the fourth best part of it.
He could remember the day, years ago, that he left his home to become a Pokemon Trainer. How he had such a deep rivalry with Blue. How he had felt when he went out that one day into the patch of tall grass, and Professor Oak had saved him.
He remembered when Oak caught the Pikachu, and took him back to his lab, where Blue was. How he had felt when he had been promised the Pokemon on the table. How Blue, Oak's grandson had stolen it from him, right in front of his own angry face. And he remembered when Oak had given him the Pikachu instead. How Pikachu had hated him right from the start.
He remembered his first battle, with Blue. How he had enjoyed it so much, and that even though he had lost,
he had had so much fun. How Pikachu wouldn't follow his orders during it, just to be annoying. How he had travelled through the tall grass all the way to Celadon City and hadgot jumped by the old man. How he had wondered how strange it was, and how he had gone to heal his Pokemon at the Pokemon Center.
He remembered feeling anxious without his Pokemon, and how safe he had felt to have them back. He remembered stopping off at the Pokemart, and the clerk at the counter had given him Oak's Parcel. How he had traversed back to Pallet Town to deliver the package. How Blue was there, and Oak rewarded him and Blue with Pokedexes,
which could be used to record data about all the Pokemon in Kanto. How he had caught his first Pokemon: A Pidgey.
He remembered going back to Celadon, and finding a winding path just west of it. He remembered seeing Blue again, battling him, and defeating him with a well-timed critical-hit Thundershock. How he and Pikachu had made their first real connection. How he had discovered this path had led to the Indigo League, where Trainers that had all 8 of the Gym Badges could test their skills against the 5 best Trainers in the land, and among them,
the Pokemon Champion. How he had felt a burst in strength he had never felt before, and he had known, at that moment, he would do whatever it took to get there.
He remembered beating all eight Gyms. How he had battled Blue many times. How he had defeated Team Rocket, a mysterious crime gang devoted to stealing Pokemon. How he had made so many friends along the way, and most impotrantly, he remembered becoming best friends with Pikachu.
He remembered walking up to the Indigo league with all the badges, not much older, but much more toughened and wiser. How he had trekked Victory Road in one burst. How he had tried to beat the league, but failed at the second Trainer. How he had trained his Pokemon better, making an emotional connection with each of them.
How he got to the Champion, and found it was Blue. How he had participated in his most important battle of his life, and succeeded. How he had his name forever embedded in history. How he had become the best.
Is this what he wanted? To be the best? What was the point of battling if you always won?
Pikachu was standing right by his side, leaning against his left leg. He too had been much like himself - young, irrational, and foolish. But they had been through everything together, both times good and bad.
The snow radiated a beautiful aura as the sunrise crept in. It was beautiful. It was something that just made him connected.
It was the third best part of the world.
"Hey!" A voice cried out from behind him. "Who are you?"
Red turned to see a young boy, much like he had been so long ago. He had a yellow and black cap, dark hair and a rigid smile on his face. Red could see the glint in his eye, showing passion for what he was doing.
Red pushed his cap closer down on his face.
The boy grinned.
"I'm Gold." He said, holding out his hand.
Red didn't shake it. He was buried in his own thoughts and memories.
The boy seemed to understand, and tilted his head a little. "Is that your Pikachu?"The second best thing in the world - Pikachu.
Red looked at the boy. His determination was limitless: He hadn't seen anything like it before.
Except when he looked in the mirror.
Red nodded in answer, as he never spoke. It was his thing.
Gold's eyes glistened. It was sad memories for Red, and for the first time from when he had first left Pallet Town a tear fell from his face and disappeared into the snow.
"Want to battle?" Gold asked, trying to look at him in the face.
Red nodded again.
Red didn't need to signal Pikachu. He woke from his slumber and jumped into attack mode, trying to look fierce. Pikachu had always done it before a battle, but this time it was different, and even Pikachu could feel it. It was unwavering, just as he had the day they had become Champion. Gold stuck a hand into his bag pocket.
"Go, Typhlosion!" Gold yelled, tossing an object into the air, and in a beam of red light, a Pokemon appeared.
"TY-PHLO!" It roared, tossing its head backwards. It was ready, and it could feel the tension. Red stared, entranced by it's power. He felt slightly intimidated.
It was perfect.
"Lets... BATTLE!"
And for the first time since the first, a spark went off inside him.
Because the best thing in the world was the heat of the battle.
