A/N: A series I decided to add to the fandom. What happened to Green After losing to red? How did he become a gym leader? I decided Green needed something to himself and this was created. I'll add on things as I see fit, any questions or requests to add, please let me know in a review!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, this is purely fan made

Game verse Red and Green/Blue

Green's team is as accurate as I can get, I am using Eevee as his starter pokemon instead of the mains. I add onto that. Red's team will be the same as heart gold.

Losing wasn't a foreign thing to him. Red had always won against him, it didn't matter the stats. It didn't matter how badly he wanted his dream. It didn't matter if they had been friends before.

He won't deny that they had been friends, they were neighbors, they played together as kids. Red was quiet, affectionate and a normal kid. But Red was special, special to everyone for reasons Green couldn't understand. He saw his grandfathers eyes shine when Red was mentioned, those prideful words when he stated Red's IQ in Pokémon. Red was special but Green had seen him as mediocre, a kid with a knack for Pokémon but nothing in social skills. Green had seen him in his worse and now... and now he would see him at his best.

Deep red eyes, wide, overwhelming emotions passing through them, the same ones that had been passing through Greens mind a few minutes before. In a way, he knew this would happen. He knew that Red would win, take his dream from his hands. Red had done it when they were kids, he had done it when Red stole his grandfather. The words were numb on his lips, the only thoughts pressing on him was to leave, it would be okay. But the fury in his gut wasn't making it easy. This was his dream, it was his dream and it wasn't fair.

He was ten, he didn't know, how was he supposed to handle this? A journey he was too young to understand, emotions he couldn't control. A promise he had broken to his closest friend...

The final touch was his grandfather, those words had sent him over the edge. He'd never get that love he wanted, the love he should have been entitled to as a kid. His parents had died and his grandfather tore his heart to pieces. He couldn't breathe, couldn't process anything as Red got taken away to register in the hall of fame, the one he had been in only moments before. He wasn't able to think, thoughts spiraling into chaos.

He saw Red's eyes stare at him for a moment before he turned tail and ran out. His pokemon needed rest, he wasn't able to process how he got them to a center to be healed or how he ended up in a forest before Mount Silver's cold temperature made it's appearance.

All he registered was the hopeless feeling in his chest. His grandfather had said he didn't take care of his pokemon properly, that he didn't understand. He hadn't love them like Red did. Green hadn't done anything like Red. Green wasn't Red, he never wanted to be.

Red was ruthless, Red was strong... and Red was champion. He curled up in himself, panting before finally grabbing all the poke balls, opening them and seeing all six of the pokemon he raised. Disappointed looks that's meant so much more. His existence was nothing, nothing, nothing... Everything was Red's.

He grabbed the Poke balls, without hesitation he touched the button in the back of the capsule. A click was heard each time he did so. He put them down and looked at his team.

"You... I... I don't deserve you. Go." His voice was shaky as he stared them all down. He looked at them with a stare that made those he had barely met up with a small while ago flinch. "You're all wild pokemon. I'm sorry."

He didn't want to see them leave. He didn't want to see something like that all over again. His heart was beating loudly as he laid on his back, pressing the palms of his hands against his eyes.

He stayed silent, not saying a word, he heard retreating footsteps and he felt like the world had swallowed him whole, his head spinning as his chest heaved up in effort to keep his lungs moving, to keep him moving forward when he wanted it all to stop. What did he have left? What did he have that Red hadn't stolen from him?

Red. Red. Red. It was all about Red. It was all he saw, trying to escape in the darkness from the wretched color.

Something heavy was draped on his chest, scaring him as he removed his hands, blinking his eyes to get rid of the blur.

He instantly choked.

Choked as he looked at Eevee, his starter Pokémon firmly planting her paws on his chest, large brown eyes gazing at him as her tail curled around her behind. There was a thud, his green eyes turning to Arcanine who loyally laid by his side. "I-!"

There was a screech, Green's eyes turning to his Pidgeot who had spread her wings, glaring at him. She ducked her head, staring at him firmly as he felt the words die in his throat.

'Pokemon are your best friends. They wont ever leave you if they truly believe in you.'

When he looked around, the only other Pokémon he saw was Exeggutor who was firmly gazing at him. Eevee pawed at his chest letting out whines. He broke, unable to help it as he put an arm over his eyes, shuddering and shaking as he cried. He was weak, his Pokémon deserved better and he felt horrible. They thought different as Eevee curled up to his chest, Arcanine coming closer and lending his warmth. Pidgeot wasted no time in claiming her spot by him as Exeggutor took watch nearby.

He cried for everything, he cried for the ten year old he was. A ten year old who lost it all. Who lost his parents at five years, who lost the only dream he ever had in life, who lost the last remaining family member he had besides his sister. He cried for those moments of frustration he couldn't impress his grandfather. Those moments he had been put down by the only father figure he had. Then, he cried for his broken promise. He was supposed to become champion, just for his Raticate. He had promised at his grave.

When he ran out of tears, he lay his limbs loosely, staring at the wide blue sky as he took a breath, trying to get rid of the mixed up feelings and determine his next move. Eevee jumped off of him when he sat up and looked at all of his Pokémon.

"... Let's go sight seeing... guys." A shaky smile fit on his lips as he gazed at all of them. They gave cries of victory, every single one of them staying still as he re-caught them inside the Poke balls. He wiped his eyes, stood tall and let Eevee stay on his shoulder.

He was Green Oak, he wasn't done with himself just yet.

He visited his sister before he left. He grabbed a quick breakfast as she fussed over his messed up appearance. He grabbed a black sweater, patting down her worries. His grandfather was at the table, he enjoyed the pissed off look Eevee gave him as she curled up to his neck. He spread jam over his toasted bread as she sipped on her coffee. His sister was everything to him. She had grown up at ten as well, she had taken care of him. That's why he told her.

"I'm leaving the region. I don't know how long I'll be gone."

She didn't answer, looking up at him in confusion. His grandfather looked at him, he bit into his bread harder then he should have. He split a piece off, giving it to Eevee as a distraction.

"What? You just got back."

He chewed over the bread, scratching Eevee under the chin. "I need to move. I'll call when I can."

He went forward, her little brother acting older then he should for ten. But he knew she couldn't say that, she had been ten when she got a job to care for them and get him birthday gifts. He kissed her cheek, smiling softly, he was going to be fine.

"Bye Daisy."

He didn't glance at Professor Oak, the man had been staring, mouth open to give a winded lecture but Green had already turned and opened up the door of his house. He looked outside and saw the face of the one who had caused it all. He was still young, he was still mad.

Red looked down at him from his window.

Green looked back. Then, he looked away and continued walking.

He wouldn't see Red again until he turned 15.