Notes:

I love these two. Way way too much. So I had to write something about them! I have to give a little warning though! Most stories give warnings that their fanfics are gonna be dirty and sexual, but at this point, since I believe that that's what a lot of people want, I guess I rather have to give the warning that there WON'T be any dirty sexual things happening in here. Just cute cuddly fluff stuff at most :D Oh, and some violence probably. And another thing: in my head while playing the games, I have always aged Red and Green up. So in this story, they were sixteen years old when Red destroyed Team Rocket and became champion, and now we're about at the time where they visit the Alola region, so they're like 21/22 years old. Hope you enjoy!

BY THE WAY (one last thing): can someone please tell me why everyone always says Green is such an unbearable brat? I just played Firered again for the first time in years and the guy was nothing but nice and pleasant all through the game, even gave me tips and items and stuff

Red had a hard time keeping a straight face after the nth time he saw Green's cocky smile crumble and his eyes grow wide, too shocked to even call his last defeated pokemon back into the ball. He felt a little disgusted about himself for feeling so superior and gleeful, especially after seeing the almost broken expression on his old rival's face. But gosh damnit! How many times had he approached Red already, grinning confidently and SWEARING he would "totally kick his ass this time", only to be defeated in under fifteen minutes? At this point, wasn't it Green's fault? He had to admit, he could get used to it, and slowly destroying Green's arrogant facade brick after brick would definitely be worth climbing down the snowy mountain. Other people (normal people) wondered about how many licks it took to get to a tootsie pop, but Red had been wondering how many battles it took to bring Green to tears. With that image in his head, Red did grin, earning a death stare from Green.

But Green wouldn't be Green if he let any other emotion than his annoying cheerfulness show for more than two seconds, so his face soon got back into his pokerface, as Red called it. It was Green's go-to expression, and he wore it every second of the day, just like his oh-so-fashionable clothes. He could be angry, disappointed, sad, but all he dared to show to people was that superior grin, that "I'm better than you"-face, his "This just wasn't my day, I'm still better than you"- smile. It made Red feel a little less psychopathic for wanting to see him cry. He was just...curious, he guessed. He had made it a game, a competition for himself. I bet this time I can do it. This time I can make him cry.

"Man, you're no fun!", Green exclaimed now. His voice was a little shaky, and Red didn't know if he was imagining things, but he could have sworn his eyes were glistening a little.
He got excited for a second- finally he had won his own little game-, but Green, that asshole, gained his composure back in a split second and actually managed to look like Red's victory didn't bother him in the slightest.
Goddamnit. Red knew that Green was really determined to beat him for some reason, and he also knew that it kinda really bothered him to lose. He had no idea why, he just knew that pokemon battles between him and Green were the most vulnerable time for his rival. For some reason, that made Red feel special. He had managed to get into his head. He had managed to make Green insecure. And he felt good about it. Sometimes Red wondered if he was an asshole.

"Anyway!", the auburn haired man continued, and Red couldn't help but think "Typical. Bringing up something else to distract from his epic fail of a battle."
"I'm going back to Pallet Town. Gramps wants me there for some reason. No idea why though. The old man only calls me when he wants something from me, or to ask about you."

His voice still sounded casual to an amateur, but if you knew Green well enough to listen a little closer whenever he talked about his famous grandfather, professor Samuel Oak, you could hear an underlying bitterness. Red might be an asshole, but he wasn't that big of an asshole to take advantage of Green's grandpa-issues for his sick little game.

"You should come too," Green surprisingly said now. He hadn't tried to get Red off this mountain for like a year. "I don't know, it would get him off my back. You know how he is, criticizing everything I say and do. It's annoying."

And it hurts, Red added inside his head.

"And Daisy...I love her, but she still treats me like a child. She's all over me whenever I visit! And your mom misses you. She keeps asking me about you and all I can ever say is 'He's alive and he sends you greetings'. Do you know that you suck at being a son, Red?"

Ouch. That was a punch in the stomach, probably because it was true, and because he had been trying not to think about his mom ever since he came on MT. Silver. But he knew he couldn't talk to his mother without getting forcefully dragged down by his ear, so he had been procrastinating on it. Just one more day, he had been thinking, enjoying the quiet, the lack of press and cameras, the peaceful, snowy nature.

Red still had the day he decided to come here clear in his head. He had just come from some Talkshow, wordlessly grabbed his things, and off he went, escaping his old life. Escaping, that was all he had been doing ever since he won the title of the Champion. Just a few days prior he had been escaping from clingy fangirls with uncomfortably revealing clothes, rubbing themselves all over him. He actually wondered if this counted as sexual harrassment, but the even more uncomfortable thing was that these girls had been twelve years old. Twelve. He still shuddered at the thought and regretted today's youth. Then he'd come home to Pallet Town, small, peaceful Pallet Town... and had seen the camera team in front of his home, with his mom trying to chase them away with a broom. Not just one day, every day. Other times, the way trusted family members and friends had looked at him suddenly changed. Affection had turned into greed. How can I get something out of him? Dating was impossible. The girls and guys he went out with knew him as Red, the champion, not as Red, the boy from Pallet Town. They were infatuated with the title. Not with the human. In restaurants they usually ordered the most expensive meal on the menue and expected him to pay.

Red had to admit, he had enjoyed the attention at first. Hey, he had been a sixteen year old boy. Of course he had wanted to be famous. He had neglected everything that was important for him. His mother, his pokemon, battling, training, he had even ignored Green whenever he came by, and stopped responding to his calls and texts. He had been introduced to his absolute heroes- actors, big trainers, champions from other regions. But all he got from that was how many first world problems the privileged society members had and complained about every day, and how much unhealthy and uneccessary pressure they put on themselves to look good. Soon he realized that his heroes weren't the strong, admirable trainers he had looked up to- they were superficial, whiny and selfish. And as the days passed, he started wondering who was even real and who was fake, and what he had gained from being the Champion. It had been his biggest life goal, and now, at only sixteen years old, he had achieved it. What now? What had changed? How had it benefited him or the world? He was still the same person as before, just more materialistic, and a lot more bored. The people around him were still people, just a lot greedier and a lot more dishonest. Homeless people were still homeless. Hungry people were still hungry. Every day became the same; flashy cameras taking his eye sight until he finally escaped them, news articles about things he had supposedly said appearing at his door step every day, fans approaching him and asking him for autographs. And with every day, he felt more and more miserable. He didn't know what he was supposed to do, or what his purpose was.

To avoid fake press, he talked less and less, which got him even more hate in news articles, calling him rude and reminding him that he would be nothing without his fans. Getting out of bed in the morning became a struggle. He felt guilty about not paying attention to the hopeful people who looked up to him the way he used to look up to the actors and famous trainers, and he wondered if these people would be just as disappointed if they got to know him as he was when he met his heroes. Not disappointing anyone became his obsession, but then, he couldn't help but disappoint people because they all had different expectations. Some wanted him to stop and take photos, and when he did, others gave him this look that said You aren't that special, get off your high horse. He wondered how the other champions dealt with all of this, but then he remembered that other champions weren't as famous as he was. Mainly because he was the youngest, and because he had, on top of that, defeated an entire crime organisation himself. One day, the day he officially resigned, he woke up to eggs being thrown at his window. When he looked out, he saw a bunch of protestors, yelling into the cameras: "There's people, actual heroes, who save other peoples' lives! Police officers, firefighters, Nurse Joys. And we're paying all our attention to some idiot who managed to knock out the Pokemon of some other idiots. Bravo!"

Then he had spotted Green, and it was only the second time he had legit seen him furious, shouting at and arguing with the angry mob, only to be shoved away and insulted. He was the only person who had defended Red, and he remembered that he had never thanked him for that.

From this day on, hating on Red, the Champion, became mainstream. More and more people joined the "Anti-Red"-crowd. And even though everyone seemed to have forgotten that he had defeated Team Rocket and saved millions of Pokemon and people, it hit him because they were right; right now, he wasn't doing anything useful; he was just laying around, enjoying his privileges and the fame, and all he did to achieve this was fighting against pokemon. What really was his purpose? Why did he of all people deserve to be famous? He felt bad, felt ashamed for being in the spotlight for so long, while other people suffered alone, or did heroic stuff without being celebrated for it. That's when he started giving his money away to homeless people, and immediately the headlines in the news papers read "Champion Red tries to save his reputation by feeding the homeless", which got him even more hate because he "used homeless people for his reputation". He tried to go on a popular talkshow that had tried to invite him for months, so he could make himself seem likable and make it clear that he didn't care about the fame, but the moderator just asked him about his love life . When Red finally did get to say what he wanted to say, the moderator of the show frowned, leaned forward with a stony expression and asked "So what you're saying is, you hate that you are loved too much? Don't you think that's...kind of a luxury problem, and...pretty ungrateful?".

The audience started clapping and hooting, and Red was so taken aback that he stopped talking altogether. He stared at the moderator for a good five minutes with a blank expression on his face, even after the audience calmed down again, then he calmly, casually got up from his seat and silently left, ignoring the murmurs of the people in the room. That was the last time the public eye had ever seen Red, the legendary trainer, the young boy from Pallet who had been broken by fame, and who spent the entirety of the next three years on a snowy mountain to meditate and think about his right to exist, his reason to exist, and how broken a world was that paid more attention to his love life than people like Demitri, an old homeless man he met who came back from war severely wounded only to find out that his wife had moved on and found a new man and his young kids didn't know him anymore.

He trained every day, and his pokemon kept getting stronger. The days repeated themselves, and the only question that occupied his mind when he saw his pokemon grow and fight was "What for? What for? What for? What for?"
And yet he continued. Because it was...fun. It was who he was. But...what for? Why? What did he do for the world? How could he help the world? Why did he, of all people, have to be famous?

Then, one year later, it was Green who found him here, and this was the third time in his life Red had seen him angry. Oh god, had he been angry! He had shouted at Red, grabbed his shoulders and shook him, because how dare he just leave everyone without a word, and did he even realize how hurt and worried his mother was, and did he know that the police had been searching for him? He had even brought a news article with the headline "Champion Red stays missing", and at the sight of the hated gossip magazine, Red had wordlessly crumpled the piece of paper up, threw it in Green's face and silently gestured for him to leave with an icy stare. To Green's credit, he left immediately, still with death in his eyes, but he respected it. "Wait till your mother hears about this!", he whined before climbing on the back of his Charizard and flying away. He came back the next day, calmer this time, asking Red why he left. And after he realized that Red wouldn't talk, he left and came back the next day too. And the day after that. And Red didn't complain. Neither outwardly, not inwardly. In fact, he had been relieved when Green had started visiting him after a year of loneliness. Green always brought food from Red's mom, sometimes warm clothes, and items for his pokemon. And then he filled the silence with words- SO many words- and kept Red's mind busy and distracted. While Green talked, Red always wondered how someone could produce so many words without ever running out of them. After every story of Green, Red thought that had to be it, but there was rarely an end. Green talked about every little thing he experienced every day, and somehow he managed to make it sound interesting, despite the fact that he was talking about himself most of the time.

Those meetings mostly ended with the words "Greetings from your mom, by the way! She wants you back!", and Red wondered if it was really just his mom who wanted him back, or if there was more behind this statement, something that Green didn't want to say out loud because of his stupid pride, so he hid it behind an implication.

After one year of this routine, Green had started challenging Red to battles again. He was the Gym leader of Veridian City now, and he swore he had trained, and this time he would defeat Red. He didn't, of course. Then battling became a routine. Green was a strong and talented opponent- he had always been-, Red had to give him that, and his Pokemon trusted him without any question. These battles became fun, and after he had made up his sadistic little "How can I make Green cry"-game, it became even more fun. It distracted him from all these other thoughts, and finally he had fun again, and felt like he had found his purpose. He was a trainer. Nothing more, nothing less. His title as a champion suddenly meant nothing anymore. There was only him, his pokemon, and Green, and he was eternally grateful for this cocky little jerk who had made his pokemon journey hell on earth.

Soon he realized why he had allowed Green to come up here, and why he would have chased everyone else away: not just because he wanted to beat his ego up and watch his expression falter, but because Green had never treated him different than before his champion title, and he had to write it on the list of things to thank Green for.

Not now though, because now he was looking at that stupid, frustrating smile and heard that stupid, frustrating laugh. "Did I struck a nerve?"

Yes, yes you did.

"Well, that's your fault, isn't it? No one told you to come up here, and your mom is worried. I've been trying to be a good substitute-son, but for some reason, she prefers the original. You know, the one who hasn't called or even written her a letter in THREE FUCKING YEARS, or said goodbye to her."

The guilt came back again, even though he knew Green did this on purpose to get him to finally climb down. This time, he might actually succeed.

But he didn't want to give Green that victory. He wanted to destroy him, and the tables weren't supposed to turn. How did that jerkface always manage to get the upperhand even after he already lost? Only Green. Only Green who would visit him on this snowy nightmare mountain every day for three years just to talk to him. Only Green who was always the winner, even if he was the loser. Only Green who would look good in these ridiculous green capri pants and the black button up shirt.

Red crossed his arms in front of his chest, pointedly looking away from Green with his head up and turning his back to him. A clear No.

Green sighed, exasperated. It made Red's ear twitch, and he turned his head slightly. Exasperated Green was new. When he saw the face of his old rival, he was even more surprised, because the smug demeanor had disappeared, and for the first time since he lost to Red in the Pokemon league, he truly looked defeated. "Look, Red...it's true that everyone misses you, and...as much fun it was to visit you up here every day, I can't do this much longer."

Worry pressed Red's lungs into a vice, and he completely turned to Green now, looking for any signs of illness in his features, but that's when Green started chuckling. It sounded sad. "No, I'm fine, don't worry."

Relieved, Red breathed out the air he didn't know he was holding, fully turned around and waited for Green to continue.

When he did, his voice sounded wistful. "It's just...I'm getting bored, ya know? Kanto's great and all, but I know every little corner of it now. And being a Gym leader, man... you'd think there would be good challengers, but trainers aren't what they used to be. I already leveled my pokemon down as much as possible so it could be a fair fight, but...goddamnit, Red, they try to use stun spore when my pokemon are already paralyzed! They use Growl a thousand times to get down my pokemons' attack stats, and then they use howler so I have to exchange my pokemon! Who does that, Red? It's so...boring! I almost don't mind losing against you anymore!"

Red made a mental note that he had to find new ways to somehow make Green cry. What? He already admitted he was an asshole.

"I wanna go somewhere else. Travel again. See the world. Maybe start new all over again, with new pokemon in a new region. I don't know. I miss the adventure, and other regions should get the chance to meet the awesomeness that is me too. I've been selfish, keeping it all here in Kanto. But. I guess I'm worried about you. No, really. I don't want you to rot here. Let's be honest, I'm the only person you have left. If I'm gone, no one will bring you food or clothes anymore, and no one will tell your mom you're fine. The choice is your's, but it would be cool if you came with me, at least to Pallet. Seriously. I can't handle my family without a distraction, and you'd be perfect."

Then Green gave his Charizard a revive, hopped on his back and off he went with a "Anyway, smell ya later!", leaving Red fuming because that asshole had made him seriously think about going back to the hellhole of cameras after he had finally found something like peace.