Just a romantic story with tragic elements. Also, I'm aware that Blue is a girl and Green is a boy in Japan. I'm just more confortable using it the other way, as that is how I got to know them. Anyway, review if you feel like it. Thanks.
He held his red and white hat in his hands. Looking down at it grimly, he sighed. Looking at it one final time, he put it on. Rising from his seated position, he looked at his surroundings.
A lake was in the distance, but the towering mountain easily overshadowed it. Around the lake were dozens of dark green trees, and you could catch glimpses of pokémon living in them. The sun was just rising, with the sky beginning to turn an orange and yellow hue. The smell of Oran berries was in the air, alongside a hint Pecha berries.
Any normal person would've been captivated by the scenery, but he simply frowned. He walked towards lake, admiring the various trees he passed along the way. Eventually, he reached the side and looked at his reflection in the water.
He had his usual medium length black hair, and his dull expression. His eyes however, looked different. Instead of the neutral and stoic look they normally had, one could find feelings of sadness and grief. He adorned dark bags under his red eyes, suggesting he hadn't slept much lately.
He wore his usual red and white vest, alongside his black shirt. He also had his trademark red gloves, and worn out blue jeans. His shoes were relatively dirty from traveling so long.
He stood there for a while, staring back at his reflection. Picking up a small pebble, he tossed it in the water. Seeing his reflection ripple and distort, he sighed. He stood there a couple minutes, letting his mind wander.
It had been exactly three years since that fateful day. The day that changed his life. It ruined it actually.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by a Pidgey approaching him. The bird pokémon started chirping, signifying that it wanted food.
He forced a weak smile and rummaged through his backpack, eventually stumbling across pokémon food. Tossing it towards the little creature, the Pidgey ate it in delight.
"Ah, it's nice to see you still have a soft side for pokémon, Red."
He turned around and saw an old man smiling at him. The man started to walk closer towards him with his arms outstretched, eventually pulling him into a hug. Red however, just stood still, emotionless as always. His eyes now returned to their neutral look, masking his sadness.
"What brings you back on route one? It feels like yesterday that you barely got your Charmander," the professor said while he let go of the trainer.
Red shrugged and looked at the professor. Back when he was ten, the researcher easily dwarfed him in size, but now, Red was almost a foot taller than him.
"Hey Red, would you like to stop by Pallet Town? Some people would like to see you again," Oak suggested.
Red nodded. It's not like he had anything better to do, and refusing such a nice invitation would have been rude.
They walked south, passing various starting trainers on the way. Red managed to smile, as he remembered what it was like starting his journey. It had been eight years since he set off to become a trainer.
After a couple minutes of walking, they passed through some tall grass.
"Remember when you were about to go without a pokemon and I had to give you one?" Oak asked him with a smile.
He nodded in reply, not really in the mood to speak.
"As quiet as always, eh?" the professor said with a laugh.
Red kept walking, disregarding his comment. Finally reaching the end of the tall grass, they were on a hill overlooking the small town.
Memories came flooding back into his head. He hadn't been here since that life-changing day. Things seemed like they were three years ago, minus the fact that it seemed emptier than he remembered.
It was still early in the morning, around eight probably. The sun was still rising, but the sky was blue now with a few clouds floating about.
"Well Red, you remember where my lab is, correct? You're free to come by now, but I'm sure you want to visit your house," Oak said with a smile.
Red nodded and after another awkward goodbye hug, he made his way to his house.
He remembered how full the roads would be, always crowded with kids playing. He would actually be apart of them, always playing games with his two best friends back then.
He stopped walking abruptly, and looked down at the dirt road. Best friends. The word floated in his mind.
He hated the fact he overthought things at times. Realizing how idiotic he looked just standing there, he continued to walk to his house.
Upon arrival, he noticed how clean it looked, as if someone had spent hours upon hours taking care of it. The windows were spotless, even the lawn had been mowed.
He walked up to the mailbox and rested his arm on it. He studied the house again; it was just as it had been three years ago.
He opened up his backpack and pulled out an old key. Walking up the front door, he took a deep breath before putting the key in. He was nervous, but he wasn't sure why. It's not like anyone lived here anymore.
He turned the key slowly and opened the door, making a slight creaking sound in the process. He took another deep breath and walked in.
He entered the dark room, and turned on the light switch on his left. The room instantly illuminated and he smiled at the sight. The furniture was the same, but something was different. He noticed the television wasn't the same, as it was more modern and sleek than the previous one he remembered.
He walked in the kitchen and turned on the light as well. He held his breath when he noticed various dirty dishes in the sink. This wasn't right; no one lived here three years, yet there were recently used dishes around.
Deciding to check his old room, he went up the stairs. The wooden railing was polished and shiny, basically brand new. Even the stairs seemed different than he remembered. Eventually reaching the top, he was standing in the hallway now.
He walked up to the door that led to his room. He felt the handle, unsure whether to open the door. Deciding he had nothing to lose, he opened it quickly.
He wasn't sure whether to be shocked, upset, or happy, or perhaps a mixture of all three.
Inside his room, the room where he grew up as a child, there was a girl standing up, looking in the mirror. Normally, he wouldn't have thought much of it, but the fact that she didn't have any clothes on didn't make the situation a good one.
She had long brown hair that reached the middle of her back, and green eyes that were still looking towards the mirror. She was rather pale, and she had curves as well. I guess you could say she was nicely developed.
They met eyes, with Red's eyes being extremely wide. She also had a surprised expression, but more so with embarrassment than anything.
"Red? Is that you?" she asked with uncertainty.
He couldn't breathe, much less respond. After a couple seconds, he regained his composure and tried to think of a reply.
"Yeah," he said quietly.
The next five seconds were a blur. She tackled him down with a hug, and tightly wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. He didn't know how to react, especially since her lack of clothes made it hard to even look at her.
They were on the floor, with her on top of him, hugging him closely. He thought he was imagining it, but he heard crying. He looked at her, and noticed she was sobbing on his chest. They were sprawled there for a couple minutes, with Red not wanting to move a muscle.
"I can't believe you're back," she said while burying her face in his chest.
He didn't reply. He wasn't sure whether touching her would be a good idea, but he decided to stroke the back of her hair.
"We heard you wouldn't come back, that you would just spend forever traveling after what happened, but I'm glad you came back," she said while whimpering.
He could feel her tears on his shirt now, and he could even feel her body starting to shake. To be honest, he didn't have a problem with this; in fact, you could say he was enjoying it.
After a couple more moments, she started to calm down. Realizing this, Red gently pushed her off, got up, and turned around.
"Get dressed," he said calmly.
He couldn't see her expression, but he was sure she was as red as a Cheri berry.
With that, he left the room and went back into the living room. He sat down on the old couch, closed his eyes, and relaxed.
After a couple moments, he heard footsteps coming from the stairs. Red turned around and expected to see a pretty face, but much to his dismay, was surprised to find him here.
"Red, what the hell are you doing here? We thought you were dead!" shouted the man.
He wasn't wearing a shirt, just khaki pants, and his light brown hair was spiked up as always. His blue eyes seemed shocked more than anything, but still seemed filled with pride as they were years ago.
Red managed to only say his name, "Blue."
Before he knew it, Blue already jumped over the couch and tackled his best friend.
Red was having enough hugging for one day, and before he got him pinned, he somewhat forcefully pushed him off. He might've pushed too hard however, as Blue went crashing into a cupboard, causing a couple glasses to break.
Red got up to inspect the damage and noticed only two glasses were broken, while the rest were okay. He looked at his best friend and studied him.
Best friend. There was that word again. What was the meaning of it? Red wanted to know. If they were really his best friends, wouldn't they have gone looking for him rather than staying home all these years?
He was going to offer Blue his hand, but decided not to after further contemplation.
After a while, more footsteps could be heard from the stairs.
"Green, Red pushed me into the cupboard!" Blue shouted, still on the ground.
Red screamed inside his head. What was this, some kind of game? They were all eighteen now. They weren't kids anymore, getting hurt didn't require whining.
He was about to just run out the door, call out his Charizard, and never come back, but then he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He looked back slowly, and his red eyes met her green eyes. He remained as emotionless as usual though, even her warm smile caused no reaction.
She wore a white skirt and a blue tank top. Red was unaccustomed to this outfit, but he pushed the thought aside.
"How about we all sit down and talk about what happened these past years?" Green suggested.
"I'm okay with that, and you Red?" Blue asked him.
"Blue?" Red quietly said, getting his attention.
"Yeah?"
"I hate you."
I'll probably do a poll to see with whom Green will end up with, but maybe later when the story starts picking up steam. Anyway, thanks for reading! Why not drop a review?