Title: take what you can get, and give nothing back
Category: Pokémon
Word Count: 460
Characters/Pairings: Red
Timeline/Spoilers: Pokémon Red; no spoilers
Summary: It wasn't supposed to end like this.
Notes: The obligatory angsty game-verse fic for any Pokémon writer. And my feeble attempt at humour.
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"What're you looking at?"
You turn, indifferent, towards the source of the outburst. A spiky-haired youth sitting cockily upon his motorcycle stares you down. "I said, 'What're you looking at?'" he repeats, with mounting aggression.
You shrug, noncommittally. Your eyes hadn't wandered in his direction at all. But, if he's picking for a fight, you'll be glad to provide him with one. You reflexively grip the PokéBall at your side, feeling that familiar rush wash over your body, one that you'd found to be severely lacking lately. You very well know that there is only one thing in this world that can get your blood pumping through your veins in such a way.
In response, the scowl on the boy's face only grows. "You think your tough, do ya? Well, pay attention, kid, and I'll show you how it's done," he smirks.
A rare flicker of a wry smile etches it's way onto your usually passive face. No words are needed. You bring out your first Pokémon.
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For no particular reason, you'd somehow expected more from the braggart of an opponent. You are disappointed, though none would ever be able to tell from the expression you wore, apathetic as always. Perhaps it is because of the shortage of able trainers you'd come across later. You had been itching for a good fight, and had foolishly placed
your hopes in this simpleton. But, it matters not. A battle's a battle, and this one is no different than the rest.
After two successive Koffings, both easily and effortlessly put down, you see the heavy beads of sweat begin to drip down your foe's face. He appears as a mix between positively livid and ready to pass out from fear.
Too easy.
He calls out a third Koffing — no surprise there — and you call on your Pikachu for the final strike.
It summons all of its energy into a crackling aura of electricity. Your Pokémon knows you well. If you can't garner a formidable fight, you may as well go out with a bang.
The biker's apprehension shows clearly on his face. This is what you live for.
"Piiii...kaaaa...ch—!"
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And, suddenly, a darkness immerses you. The world goes black.
There is no light. There is no sound. You succumb to the shadows.
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Continuing on with today's streak, you show more emotion than you have in months — a sharp downward slant of discontent and frustration slaps itself across the lower half of your face.
If there's one thing you cannot stand, it's when someone, or something, has the audacity to interrupt one of your battles — one of the few things you feel a passion for in life.
Grunting, you get up, off to search for new batteries.
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A/N: If you don't happen to understand, it's pretty much my own experience of having my gameboy blackout in the midst of battle the other day, while trying to incorporate game!Red's personality. I hope I managed to entertain. Any commentary or criticism is much appreciated.
-sora