a/n: Hello~ It's Remi again! Thank you for reading my previous fanfictions! I appreciate it. This fic... I wanted to try something different. I haven't really done much of it... But I think it's pretty fun. So I apologize for errors here and there since I'm still noobish at this. orz
Author: Remi.
Rating: K+
Disclaimers: Second person point of view, you about to get your ass kicked by Red.
I don't own Pokemon! If I did, little Joltiks would dance in the Best Wishes openings with top hats and canes.
The day has finally come.
You reminisce about some of the major and minor details... Your first Pokemon, your battle with your rival, your first gym badge, the hooligans that tried to take over the world, how their attempt miserably failed since you were around.
You've finally gotten past the Elite Four as well. You've gotten all of your badges; from Kanto and Johto. Your team, seasoned and experienced from many months of intense battling, is now known as a force to be reckoned with.
Now you're faced with yet a new challenge: Mount Silver.
You've always been curious about the place.
All of those rumors about it; how it was very dangerous with its rugged terrain, how you should be very cautious of the wild Pokemon, how there was someone waiting at the top, that missing trainer, how he was brutally powerful...
Wasn't his name "Red"?
Although you shrug it off. They're just rumors after all...
But admit it.
You wanted to see what was really there at the top.
With your mustered up courage, you make your way inside.
As the rumors said, the terrain is very harsh and unforgiving. Rocks occasionally give way underneath your feet as you climb. Wild Pokemon charge at you from every angle.
Mildly exhausted and shaken, you and your Pokemon relentlessly continue on. You smirk confidently. This is nothing, right? You and your Pokemon are tough. You can take this. You can take anything!
As you proceed and continue on higher and higher, you reach a cavern. As you continue through, there is a momentarily blinding flash of white.
Your eardrums are greeted with the slightly deafening sound of harsh and chilling winds. You wrap your arms around yourself beginning to shiver, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket to keep warm. After all, you never really believed that there was snow at the top.
As you make your way forward, your Pokemon begin to lag behind. Confused, you look at their faces...
Are those... hints of fear...?
Swallowing thickly, you cautiously keep going.
Your mind clouds over with questions.
They're just rumors right? There's really nothing here... Just a bunch of snow. There's nothing wrong... It's fine, right?
Your sudden reassurance begins to wither as a figure comes into view.
The color of scarlet stands out sharply from the white world around you.
It's a boy.
A young boy.
Wearing nothing but a vest, jeans, red cap, black shirt, and sneakers.
Dumbfounded, you timidly approach a bit closer, noticing that... he has a pikachu with him? Is he possibly a trainer?
...That... missing trainer...?
The little mouse's ears perk up as it focuses its view on you. It gently nudges the boy, alerting him of your presence.
He slowly turns to face you. You notice the quick melancholic look in his eyes before they scan over your Pokemon... and then you.
His sullen gaze suddenly turns into a sharp stare, full of vigor and an intense burning spark. A hard chill is sent down your spine. You shudder harshly as fear slowly begins to sink in.
As you open your mouth to speak, his hand moves down to the pokeballs secured onto his belt.
He removes one, holding it out in front of him.
His lips curve up into a smirk as he tugs on the brim of his cap, raven locks spilling from underneath it. Before you know it, your fate is sealed with a simple sentence.
"Do you want to battle?"