Title: A Pikachu Called Green
Genre: Adventure/Friendship
Rated: T(?)
Summary: When Green looked nothing like himself…
Character: Green/Blue (I don't care) & Red
Disclaimer: It's not mine, guys, kick me if I dare say so
1st Poke: Pikachu
Rustle…rustle…rustle…
I hate that voice, let alone those ticklish grasses rubbing my arms and face, I despise dry leaves cracking under my feet as I passed through the forest. Usually, I'd ignore most of the sound, but now, being not taller than tall grasses had left me with no choice but proceed with more caution than I mostly do. Including hearings or animalistic instincts, of course. As much as I want to curse my bad luck, I can't, for the life of arceus spout words other than 'chu', you know, that weird kissing noise creatures my kind loves to make. Pain in the ass as it was, I can't voice out any protest as those people will only try to chase me with pokeballs in their clutch, screaming "Pikachu!" or "You'll be mine!", those kind of nonsense any trainers will shout. Now that I mention it, did I do the exact same things? Nah, that was so humiliating and weird…I rubbed my cheeks, sparkles started to form between my stubby fingers and the red circle on my cheeks. Shoot, can Pikachu withstand electricity? If not, they should be extinct by now…and I'll be as good as dead by sudden electric shock I made myself.
Oh-kay, this is so embarrassing though…let's just do a quick introduction or, if you want a little jolt of lightning bolt, let's shake hands! Name's Green. Job, ermm…it's kinda tricky, cause I was a trainer –with past tense- and now I am a full-time pokemon. To be precise, a freaking Pikachu. Nice, huh? What did I look? Can you describe a Pikachu in one word? Easy, they are Yellow. What, you expect fancy words like…'electrifying'? or 'chu'? I'm not exactly in the mood right now…How can I be in the mood? Angrily, I stomped around, chanting "Chuchuchuchuchuchuchu…" continuously. Thus, losing my concentration from my surrounding which is a fatal mistake if you are a pokemon. I felt something soft below my right foot. It is warm, bushy, and…moving. I looked down and met brown furs of a…
"CHU!" I yelped in shock, leaping backward. As indignant as it sounded, that's just how I could scream, so if you want to laugh at me, please…be a Pikachu and you'll know what a 'chu' means right now. A gigantic Ursaring was staring down at me when I looked up. By it's glare I know it is mad. For a few seconds in which I dumbly didn't take as a chance to escape, we were locked in a stare contest that obviously was on the giant bear's side, not me, a small rodent side. It roared, urging me to run away from the precinct at once. Speeding through the grass, screaming "Pika..pika…pika…" is more exhausting than what it sounds! Especially with these sharp ends of grasses slashing my cheeks and Ursaring heavy stomps behind me. Pikachu has rather small legs that slowed me down. Literally, I am skipping, not running. From the edge of my eyes, I saw lights ahead, means that the trail of grass ended there and maybe a trainer is there to attract Ursaring's attention from me. My feet sunk deep in the soft ground as strong as I could before I lunged forward to the light.
And bopped my head to someone…
Well, at least it's a human…so I thanked silently and closed my eyes, gripping for help at whoever that is shirt. The thing I do next is fallen asleep…
…
A brunette boy stuffed his hand inside his pocket, running a hand through his hair. A pokeball twirled playfully on his other hands as he smirked at the fainted pokemon. A red lizard with ablaze tail looked at him meaningfully, a prideful smile spread across its face. He won easily and his charmander just make everything seems easier. Those trainers in the routes are no match for him, neither his little new buddy. The only person he wants to see beg for mercy after being defeated is his childhood friend, namely, Red.
"Please…don't burn Cappie…"
He just shrugged, ordering his charmander to finish the job and burnt the small silkworm. The bug – catcher cried his dear pokemon's silly name again and pulled the burnt Caterpie to his arms. Snorting, Green left the place, his charmander traipsing behind him. He needs as much enemy as he could so his little fellow will grow strong enough to beat Red. A rustle in the tree snap him to 'alert' mode, charmander growled viciously at the invincible new threats from it. Though he didn't see it coming at all…
A Pikachu lurched at him, shouting a loud "Chu!". Before he could tell charmander to attack, the Pikachu struck his head. And his consciousness faded…
'Oh, no! Did you hit someone, Pika?'
The Pikachu stood beside its headbutt victim. From behind the tree where the Pikachu has assaulted Green, came a girl. Her eyes flashes yellow glow, matching her blonde hair, dangling past her back. Another Pikachu is on her arms, looking down at the other somewhat gleefully. She crouched beside Green, putting her Pikachu on Green's middle, she flashed a comforting grin at charmander. The fire lizard stepped back, sitting near Green's legs, half-convinced that the girl won't do anything dangerous to its trainer, but readied itself if she dares to hurt Green.
'Uh, this isn't good…Pika, the last thing I want is that you accidentally did what you did last summer…' she smiled meekly, placing her hand on Green's forehead, '…Well, I guess it's too late, I can even hear what his thoughts are. Mainly he's just groaning in pain, though…' her pikachu chirped, playfully tapping its legs at Green's stomach. The girl glanced at the mouse, giving it a pat in the head,
'Well, Chuchu? I can't possibly help him…let's just leave him be, okay? Come on, Pika, Chuchu…'
…
I can't say that I was dreaming the whole time I was unconscious, but all I heard is a strange song played in whispers and whistles. Someone was there when that damn Pikachu forced the daylight out of me. The song was that of Viridian's natives song, I know that far, but whoever sung it was clever enough to hide their gender-based voice. Groaning (which probably sounded like 'chu chu'), I opened my eyes, trying to focus my sight on the situation. First, the room is white, the typical room in the Pokecenter and it isn't that well-lit. I cocked my head to the side and met a face. Then, I nearly scream on top of my lungs…
Red…Red is there…how could? How the hell did I end up with Red of all the thousands trainer that could have passed through the route? He was still asleep, his hand set on top of my stomach, restraining me from moving even an inch without disturbing his somewhat peaceful sleep. Tentatively, I touched Red's finger, expecting a reaction. When he stayed asleep, I pushed aside his fingers, with much huffs and puffs I might add. Is Pikachu this weak? Lifting even one of Red's hands fatigued me like running a full course marathon. Infuriated, I kicked his hand as hard as I could. All of a sudden his eyes snapped open, like a wind shutter. A pair of crimson orbs fixed on my pitiful self. I timidly averted my own. Red's gloved hand moved toward my head, scratching the back of my ear. As much as I want to swat it away, Pikachu probably likes to be scratched on that spot that I found myself purred under his touch. It's such a weird sensation, but it is as much tempting as it is weird.
Wait…what am I doing loitering around here to be petted by Red?
"You're awake…" he sleepily chided. He stopped scratching much to my dismay and content (for if he continued, I won't like it if he stops), smoothing his dark locks. I chirped as a reply. Though I'm so sure I said that I'm not happy you're here, all that came out from my throat is a high-pitched "Chu chu chu chu!" in which I guess translate as thank you! in Red's mind. He smiled, pulling something from the bedside table. Before I realized it, he hit my head with a ball. A pokeball was rolling on the floor and a bruise on my head, followed by my loud "Pika-chu!" as scream of shock. "It still won't work, eh?" he said rather calmly despite my bruised forehead. I flapped my paws in fury, that's it! I'm not a pokemon! I'm a freaking human, I don't deserve to be contained in a ball! Red simply put the pokeball back, sitting on the bed just beside me. I continued flapping my paws like wings of bird. This is why I hate Red! Stupid, naïve Red who knows nothing about anything! In spite of Red not knowing of anything, he always looks better than me and everyone loves him!
"Calm down, little guy…" he cradled me into his arms, tapping my head. I really want to bite his arms, seriously, he's irritating me by acting like a loving owner of a pet…or to be exact my master. No one can be my master, Green Oak has no master! Drawing a frown across my mouth, I punched his chin. The punch was replied with a laugh from Red. Great, if I ever become a human again, this will surely leave a scar to my pride. Red playfully nuzzled my cheeks, exactly oblivious to the fact that, us, Pikachu stores our electricity in our cheeks sac. The seconds I concentrated on releasing the electrical attack was also the instance Red yelped in pain. Laughing, I leaped out of his loosen grasp, landed gracefully to the cold floor, smiling smugly.
"If you can do that…you're already healed then…" Red rubbed his jolted cheeks, slightly winced. He walked to the window, clicking it open, and gestured at me to come over. "There, you're free to go…"
I thought about it…it's a fat chance that I met other pokemons those are bigger than me and surely would attack me by any small provocation whatsoever. I could be killed by those…big…gigantic and surprisingly intimidating pokemons. Worse, no one will know who am I and Green Oak will remain missing in action, while Red receives everything I should have received! Shall I take the risk of following Red…or to be exact, become his part of the team? Just thinking about being ordered by him sent shivers down my spine. Yes, my pride is at stakes, so do my precious life…compulsively, I made up my mind, staring up to Red with a less than happy look. How do a pokemon decide that it wants to be with a trainer without the forces of a pokeball? Baffled, I leaped toward the bedside table just beside the window, toward Red's arms. Placing my paws carefully on his arms, I gave him a meaningful look. I'll go with you, but I will never be yours! Every order that you said, I'll consider carefully and follow if it's really effective. The sooner I gain my form, the sooner I'll leave you…understand?
Red seemed to somehow understand the part of I'll go with you…and ignore the rest of the mental message. I knew that by the look in his eyes. Red looked disbelieved at first, but quickly grinned widely like a Cheshire cat and plopped his hand onto my head. "Let's be friend!" he exclaimed happily, rubbing my head a few times before closing the windows, flicking the lock back to its place.
Will I regret this?
Time will tell… Now, let's just say I'll be fine for a little while…
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Yellow is someone I snuck in for fun and she's not complete with Chuchu. Then, Chuchu is not complete without Pika…the list will go on if I don't stop it right there…
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