Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, or Pokémon Special series. Though it'd be awesome if I did
-Well…here's my very first fanfiction. In need of much improvement and inspiration, so please read and review. Thank you!
Just making sure-Green's the boy, and Blue's the girl, like in the original Japanese version.
Spring was almost over. Most flowers had already withered, and trees bloomed in brilliant shades of green. Spring was warm, welcoming, and sweet but it was still a traveler. Nonetheless, all was peaceful, and many people weren't going to let this tranquility pass by without them enjoying it to the fullest. The same was for the people of Pallet Town, although their town was surrounded by nature and peace all year long. There weren't that many moments in a man's life when he could completely be at peace.
The breeze was glazing the green field with a gentle, warm glow. Pollens and spores were floating around in the air like snowflakes. The field was covered in dandelions, whose seeds were soaring through the air, to wherever the wind takes them. A yellow rat Pokémon sneezed.
"Pika, don't go around poking your nose at those. No, you can't eat them either. What if you develop allergies?"
The Pikachu stared at its trainer with a confused look on its face.
"Now that I think about it…can Pokémon develop allergies?"
The trainer smiled at Pika, and mumbled to himself. 'I should ask Professor Oak later,' he thought. But right now, he was feeling too lazy. The spores were making him feel drowsy; he had no energy to get up from the ground, but he didn't want to anyways.
The boy had gone through a lot. Throughout the 17 years he had lived, events that not even adults would have been able to endure had happened to him, but he made it. He was alive and well, his strength polished on the rough road he took not only for himself, but also for others. He was not worn out by it—it became his lifestyle. He was always the one who fought. He was the fighter.
Despite this, the sense of peace did not feel out of place at all. Red, aware of this, felt grateful for the place of his origin. The people of Pallet Town had a special connection to Pokémon—they were able to genuinely love and appreciate Pokémon. Red believed that it's the purity of the surrounding nature that taught the people to do so.
The sun was setting. Pika looked orange from the cast of red sunlight over everything in sight. 'Probably should head back home now…' Red got up and stretched his arms. He looked up at the horizon in the far distance. It looked like a scene from movies—the silhouette of Mt. Moon covering parts of the setting sun, and the sun giving light and color to everything regardless, illuminating clouds in brilliant coral colors.
"Hmm?"
Red felt Pika's tug at his legs, pointing up at the sky, sounding like it wanted its trainer to look at something. He couldn't see anything, but as he surveyed the orange sky, he saw an orange object nearing where Red was. He recognized it as Green's Charizard immediately. Expecting Green to hop off the Pokémon anytime, Red waved at it.
"Green! What's u—?"
The dragon Pokémon flew right past Red, and crashed into the ground. It was very unlikely of Green to be unable to land correctly, or rather, coolly. Red ran to Charizard, but all he could find was a very hurt Pokémon, without its trainer. He noticed that the Charizard wasn't even conscious anymore.
"Charizard! What happened? Where's Green? Charizard!" Red shouted, but all he got as an answer was the rest of Green's team in their Pokeballs, which rolled out from Charizard's arms. And then he saw tears in its eyes. Nothing gave him any clues as to what happened, and everything looked bad.
"What the heck happened…?"
This was a familiar scene for Pika, except in a different perspective. Nonetheless, it knew what it had to do, and so did Red. Red sent out his entire team.
"Pika, go get Yellow quickly and meet up with me at Prof. Oak's place! Everyone else, help me carry Charizard and the rest to the Pokémon Center!"
Pika dashed towards Viridian center; the only person who could bring any light to this was Yellow, both Pika and Red knew that.
Red, meanwhile, grabbed his Pokegear and skimmed through his contacts list.
"Hello, Gold? Can you come to Pallet Town? It's urgent."