DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokemon, Red, or Leaf. They are property of Nintendo. I do, however, own a few characters, such as Violet. The Idol on Route 28 who shelters Red in her house is the same Idol that gives you TM47 (Steel Wing) in Heart Gold and Soul Silver.
This story is rated T for minor language and nudity. Do not read if you are under 13.
I decided to buy into one of the fan theories since I thought it would be funny.
I got this idea for a fanfic yesterday since I was bored. I hope you like it.
THE ESTATE OF NIBIRU-MUL PRESENTS
REFLECTION
CHAPTER 1: THE BASICS
RED'S POV
Hello, everyone. It's me, Red. Some folks say that I'm the most powerful trainer in the world. But I only wish I could be. I'm normally a soft-spoken person who does not open myself up to others, but I guess I can write this down for now.
I'm going to start by describing my life. I have been training in the area around Mt. Silver for two years now. I have started going here after I have fought enough Trainers to consider going out in the open.
I remember back five years ago, when I beat the Elite Four for the first time. I felt like I had accomplished so much. But I didn't think that it was enough. I went to the Sevii Islands to solve some business with Team Rocket there. Lorelei even helped me out in Icefall Cave. After I stopped Team Rocket there, Lorelei invited me to face the Elite Four yet again. I took the challenge six months after I originally beat them. I defeated them all, and then I found myself in a difficult battle against Blue. Despite adversity, I managed to beat him.
Blue could not believe that I had beaten him once and for all. He conceded to me. He felt that he had something important to tell me at his house. I went to Blue's house one cold Friday night, when Professor Oak and Daisy weren't home. I asked him what was going on. He told me that he had no use for Blastoise any longer. I offered to take in his Blastoise. Then he told me something about his grandfather. He said that the Professor used to be my mom's boyfriend, which is why he was always so close to me.
I could not contain my desire to battle, so I decided to go to Mt. Silver to train. I've been training there, strengthening my Pokémon to the highest level possible. I climbed to the top of the mountain, where I can see all of Kanto and Johto. An Idol named Angel decided to shelter me in her house. I had met her on Route 16 when I was on my original journey. It might not be the most comfortable place - I have to sleep in the attic. But this is understandable, as I have quite the reputation in the world of Pokémon Trainers. Angel wouldn't want to know that Red is living with her. In fact, she rarely gets visitors, period.
I've heard crazy rumors about me all over. Some people think I'm slipping away. Other people think I'm a ghost. But they don't know the truth, and they probably can't handle it either.
All my life I wanted to know who my father was. But Mom never told me who it was. I knew that it was not her ex-husband Stanley, whom she had a daughter with, since they divorced years before I was born. I rarely tell people this, but my mom has another child. Her name's Violet and she lives in New Bark Town with her husband. Violet is thirteen years older than I am. She went on a journey like I did and has rarely been back. I didn't know much about her, since she hardly ever came to visit. But she eventually settled down with a friend and married him. I attended the wedding last year - this was also the last time I saw my mom.
Somehow, I've been thinking that Professor Oak might actually be my father. After all, he seems to know me like I'm his own son. But I don't know if that's the case. He already has two sons and two daughters. Nor do I know if they would accept me as a half-brother if that's the case. I'm four years younger than Daisy and two months younger than Blue. And it's kind of creepy being younger than your niece or nephew. Besides, Professor Oak is twenty-four years older than my mother. That's a lot. But I suppose in this mysterious world, anything is possible.
I think I've had enough rambling for one story. I'll let the story begin.