Author's note: this isn't the type of fanfic I usually write, but I thought of it, and it was bugging me, so here's a BluexGreen story. Don't worry it's not a lemon, but almost one.

(btw I know yellow doesn't live in Pallet, but just go with it, OK?)

Another day, another boring summer day. That what Green saw it as, just one more long, boring day of nothing.

Ever since Lance was beaten there's bean nothing to do. The only way Green managed to entertain himself has long, very long, hours of training, but today he couldn't take it, instead he decided to wander around Pallet Town, and see what was going on.

He left for his little trip around twelve o'clock, after a shower, and quick breakfast. He decided to three of his pokémon with him, just as a precaution.

It didn't take him long to get to red's house. It stood out pretty well being one of the three houses on the block, and being painted almost entirely red. This was usually the most crowded part of town, other then Professor Oaks lab of course, but today it was almost empty, the only person there other than Green was an old man, feeding the pidgy from a bench.

Every one else was probably down by the beach, that's the only place red would be a day like this, but Green wasn't in to that. Red was probably be down there to. He was strange, not much of a trainer when you see him, spends time running around, hanging out the neighbourhood kids, and relaxing. At first it angered Green, his supposed rival being so pathetic, it was an insult. But as time went past he realized how formidable a foe he could be, and accepted his style of training.

Green kept walking, he started to leave the usually busy, crowed areas, and moved into the winding side streets of Pallet. These areas were what he liked most about the small town, younger children were playing in their yards with pokémon, while the older kids had battles, not particularly exiting battles but good battles. Although he'd always lived in the more active part of the town, but he chose to spend most of his childhood here, training. Even back then he prided himself on being the best.

He eventually stopped in front of one of the houses, one of the few without people in the front. This was the home of a great, and mystical healer, the youngest of all the dex-holders, Yellow. The youthful, amber eyed boy kept to himself a lot, except he seemed to get along with Blue well. When Green first met the straw-hat-wearing he didn't expect him to get very far, needing constant babysitting, and help. But he proved him wrong, somehow this novice trainer rose to the challenge of fighting champion Lance, it was impressive. Right now Yellow was probably at the beach with Red, the younger trainer really looked up to the trainer known as the battler.

Green kept walking. It was still early, he didn't have a watch, but could guess it was probably a bit past two thirty. He had made it to the out skirts of Pallet now, there was one house left before he would be on the road to Viridian city. It was a house that was used to being empty, seeing as the only resident rarely came home. The yard was plain, grass that only got watered by rain, a rotting tree that hung to one side. The house it self was a simple brown bungalow, with one window in the front. There was only one aspect of the entire property that reflected it's owner in any way, the name "Blue" on the mailbox.

Blue, the last of the four dex-holders, and the only one that's female (Yellow fail). The reason her property was so poorly looked after was because she didn't care about her hose, she cared about her home. To her that house wasn't a home, the world was her home, she could never be held down in one place for long, she was always moving, always in her own unpredictable style.

Green walked up to the door to see a note,

'Sorry, I'm not in right now, I'm out on the island where ice meets fire, be back soon. Blue ;)

What's coming next? Only time will tell.

Plz reveiw