wow I forgot how much I loved this story I can't believe I stopped writing for this one

anyway this was started back in January 2012

the an at the bottom was also written then


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Eyes flitting open, his mahogany eyes soon squinted, the sharp sunlight piercing his pupil, causing everything it touched to become blinding. After waiting for his eyes to adjust, he glanced at his surroundings, hearing the noises of a bustling hospital, orders being shouted to doctors to check on patients, or that their assistance was needed in a certain surgery room.

Thinking about a patient's condition, he thought of his own. He felt sluggish, as if his body were fragile and would break with the slightest touch. His head was swimming, knowing it was a side effect of being administered some sleeping powder.

But why had it been administered to him?

More importantly, why was he in the hospital?

As he was lifting himself to sit up, a woman stepped into the room, eyes sunken and hair frazzled. Though she had these unsightly features, it hadn't taken away from her appearance overall.

Long, luscious blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and she wore a simple, sleeved dress that reached her ankles; he was able to hear the clicking of heels. Looking down, he saw the half-inch closed heels she was wearing.

This beauty... did he know her?

When the woman looked up at him, her eyes previously on the sterilized floor, she froze, eyes growing wide. "R-Red?"

Before he could actually respond, she flew to his side, hands hovering over him. Unable to take much more of it, she grabbed his hand between hers, closing her eyes and pressing it to her forehead.

As he looked at her, he could see tears gathering at the corners of her lids, watching as she moved his hand to her cheek and opened her shimmering bronze eyes. "You're awake... you're finally awake... I thought I'd lost you..."

He frowned slightly at this intimate touch, subtly pulling his hand away. When he did this, the woman looked at him with confusion, as if she had expected a more positive response. "Red?"

"Who is Red?" this man finally spoke, absolutely perplexed. She stared in slight horror, unsure if he was just teasing her or not. It wasn't easy for her to differentiate between his witticism and cynicism. "You're Red. Don't you remember the accident? You've been in a coma for months."

"Months? Coma? Was I not just sleeping?" This beaut was making absolutely no sense whatsoever.

"You... you could call it that, but you were officially comatose."

"You don't appear to be a doctor. Who are you to warrant my medical condition."

Her posture stiffened then, unable to believe what she was hearing. "Don't... don't you remember me, Red?"

"Is that my name? Is that why you keep calling me that? Is that not a color?"

"Err, yes, but..."

"How can I trust you? You suddenly appear after I wake and grasp my hand as if we've been acquainted before. Who are you?"

Her mouth was slightly opened, but nothing came out. Her eyes watered once again, but the tears spilled over this time. "I'm Yellow, your... your..." She choked and turned away from him, on her feet and sprinting out of the room.

For someone he didn't know, he felt quite a deep sense of guilt and regret for what he'd just done.

As he was left to think about the mourning maiden, the door opened sometime later, a character dressed in a white lab coat and a head mirror adorned properly on his forehead. "Good morning, Mister Red. It's great to see you've woken up from your coma. We weren't sure you were going to make it, to be quite honest with you."

"..."

Rather than giving the doctor a response, he just stared blankly, a few blinks here and there.

Seeing this lack of response, he went on to say, "A few months ago, you were in a rapidash carriage accident. It crashed into you and you were in critical condition. There were times where your heart rate would slow, and a few times it almost nearly stopped. Your Pika had to shock you back to life at times. It was all very emotionally compromising for everyone... especially Yellow. The poor girl had to be in charge of your estate and business these past months.

Hearing the now-familiar name, the man apparently named Red thought the doctor's words over, slowly straying over to the woman's appearance. When she stepped in, she looked almost ghastly, as if she were ready to collapse at any moment.

And he was sure that his response to her didn't help whatsoever.

The sense of guilt he'd already been feeling only further increased, making a mental note to apologize for acting in such a manner. When he remembered the words he'd told her, it was then that he had realized how harsh he had sounded, when this Yellow was only trying to reach out to him and help.

But he truly did not know who she was. Could he really be blamed for acting in such a way?

"Is it possible that you could tell me more about this Yellow character? And who is Pika? A pokémon? A person, possibly?"

The doctor looked at him incredulously after hearing his questions in succession. "Do you mean to tell me that you don't remember anything?"

"With all due respect, sir, what exactly am I supposed to be remembering?"

"... It seems the blunt force trauma to your head was much worse than we had originally thought..."

Red observed the physician as he tried his lip, contemplating what to do. "Well, you may have lost your memory, but now that you're awake, we'll probably discharge you tomorrow. I'm sure Yellow will take care of this." He turned away from the patient, shaking his head. "I thought she was merely joking..."

The physician patted his leg before he got up and left the room, leaving the honchkrow to wallow in his thoughts. There was a whole life he had for himself that was waiting for him.

A life that had been wiped clean from his mind.


Through the night and well into the morning, a nurse would come in and walk around, taking notes on a clipboard. Food would also be brought in periodically as well.

And it was absolutely vile.

Just as he was sure he was about to heave, the door opened.

"Good morning, master," the figure said. He was clad in a tailed waistcoat and dress pants. And those shoes. Red could almost guarantee that there were no pairs of shoes elsewhere in the world that shone brighter. Blonde hair was slicked back, ending just at the nape of his neck. Everything about this man was totally clean-cut, totally unfamiliar to him.

But there was something about those bronze eyes that seemed familiar to him, an ever so slight familiarity. He'd seen them before... but where?

"The doctor has told me that they will discharge you—"

"Would you like to explain to me who you are and how we are associated?"

The man smiled, almost wickedly, and there was a bit of an unidentifiable emotion in his eyes. Almost like...

Hurt.

"I am Amarillo del Bosque Verde, your personal butler and assistant. I have been taking care of your estate since your accident four months ago." He bowed respectfully.

Red furrowed his brows in confusion, narrowing his eyes at this butler-assistant suspiciously. "The doctor has told me that it was Yellow, a woman, that had been taking care of my estate while I was absent."

A dry chuckle could be heard. "My first name translates to 'yellow.' And I do admit I look very feminine, do I not?"

He had a point there.

'But I'm sure the "Yellow" he was mentioning was that woman from yesterday...' He decided he would pursue the subject later, when things would make more sense.

"Anyhow, as I was saying earlier, the doctor has told me you will be discharged from the hospital today. You've been bedridden for a while, so my may be weak. Would you like to try walking?"

He thought about it for a moment before he nodded, lifting himself to the edge of the bed. Amarillo helped him stand, a hand on his arm and another on his waist. He then backed away and let go, watching his master shakily take a step forward before falling ungracefully.

"It seems you'll need some assistance." The buneary caught him before he hit the ground, helping him stand upright, then leading him back to the bed. "I have something just for this occasion."

He watched his butler leave, staring at the door curiously before he returned...

With a cane.

It was sleek, completely black, save for the honchkrow headpiece at the top, where it was to be held.

"Absolutely not," Red objected, turning himself so that he was sitting against the headboard again. "I would much rather be bedridden for the rest of my life than use a cane."

"Master, be reasonable. We cannot have you falling over. It's just until you regain your strength." 'You were adverse to it the first time too...'

He scowled and narrowed his eyes at Amarillo again, ultimately deciding to consent. Getting up again, he reached for the cane, finding that the butler definitely had a point again.

"And look. It makes you look as refined as you truly are."

"I am adorned in hospital robes."

"An easily fixable inconvenience."

He merely rolled his eyes and the butler chuckled, watching his master hobble around, adjusting to his "new" cane.

If she couldn't get him to remember her, she would help him create new memories.

And pray that the results would end the same way they had before.


The entire carriage ride to the estate was spent in silence for the most part. Red kept his gaze out of the window, trying to familiarize himself with the area.

"Where are we?"

"Kanto."

"What city do we live in?"

"Saffron."

"What year is it?"

"1865."

The conversation ended with his "hm" and a nod, processing this information.

When the carriage came to a stop, Amarillo was out first, helping his master off of it, keeping his chuckle to himself as he followed after the hobbling Red. As they entered the estate, he was surprised by the servants lined up at the door, bowing upon seeing him. "Welcome home, master!" they all said in chorus.

He seemed a bit overwhelmed by the greeting, staring at the men and women in shock.

"Amarillo, who are all of these people?" He was a bit wary, uncomfortable with all these seemingly welcoming stares.

"This is your estate, remember? These are all your servants."

He eyed each of them skeptically, seeing the traces of worry on their faces. "Do you remember any of their names?"

Red's expression suggested that he was frustrated. "Their names? I knew their names?"

The butler sighed, shaking his head. "Maybe it's best if we just escorted you to your room first. Annabelle, take him to his room."

The maid nodded and bowed, stepping out of the formation and directing her master in the right direction.

Once Red was out of sight, he walked up to one of the chairs in the foyer, dumping himself in it, visibly stressed. One of the maids approached him, concerned for the second-in-command.

"He really has forgotten everything, hasn't he?"

He nodded gravely, gloved hand on his face.

"... Even you?"

Another nod. Though his eyes were closed, he could still feel the tears that pricked them, willing himself not to cry.

"Yellow, I'm so sorry..."

"Don't be," she replied, her voice cracking, hand sliding off of her face and hanging limply off the arm of the chair. "It was my fault that the accident occurred in the first place. This is just karma's way of repentance for what I've done. For now, let's go back to the way things were before he found out, hm?"


"This is your room, Master Red."

He stared dumbfounded at the expanse, questioning if all this was truly his, if this wasn't just a continuation of the perpetual dream he had been stuck in while comatose.

The ceiling was terribly high, with windows on three out of four of the walls, all three overlooking the garden that was located in the back of the estate. The bed was situated in front of the north wall's window, two matching regal nightstands situated on either side of it. Across from the bed were the curtained window doors that lead to the balcony, where a marble table with a silver finish rested, two coordinating chairs accompanying it to complete the set. There was also a corner window, two large lounge chairs placed diagonally across from each other, a footrest placed in between them, books stacked on top of it.

As he looked around the room, he noticed the bundle of yellow on his sheets, completely throwing off the balance of mahogany and gray in the room.

Limping over to his bed, he leaned against the mattress, reaching out to touch this object on his bed. There were three brown stripes on what he presumed to be its back, a lengthy pair of black-tipped ears lying flat, while a zig-zagging tail curled around itself. The furry little thing was breathing steadily, probably in a trance, if not sleeping.

Just before his hand met fur, the ears on the creature perked up, now alert, though no other part of its body moved to warn him of the electrical charge it was creating to coat its body.

The moment he was pricked by the fine hairs, he felt a jolt of electricity flow through him, causing hairs all over to stand on end. This surge of current seemed to have activated and illuminated a dark corner of his unconscious, bringing to life a once dying memory.

"Master Red!" Annabelle exclaimed with fright, quickly brushing down his now-lively hair with her hands.

He looked from the creature to her, and back, with clarity shining in his eyes. "Pika?" He spoke the name with hesitance, watching carefully as its tail now sprouted out.

"Pi?" he muttered as he lifted himself up to look at the figure that had called his name. He hadn't heard that voice in months, and yet, it sounded all too recognizable...

"Pika pi!" he cried when he saw his owner looking down at him with love, tears welling in his usually fierce mahogany eyes.

But at the moment, all that could be seen were tender emotions.

The pikachu flung himself at Red, little claws clinging to the button-up longsleeve. His arms wrapped around his pokémon, embracing him as tightly as he could as he knelt down on carpet.

"Hello, friend. It's so good to see you again."


author's notes

Yes, this is a new series.

Yes, I should probably finish the other two.

Shoot me.

Mature stuff won't happen until way later, so don't get your hopes up.

Way. Later.