A/N: Allow me to introduce you all to my second story on this site. I would like to mention that it will be far more serious than A Bar in Seireitei and might get incredibly violent at times. Welcome to Red of the Six.
Ch. 0: Prologue
Normal.
Fighting.
Flying.
Poison.
Ground.
Rock.
Bug.
Ghost.
Steel.
Fire.
Water.
Grass.
Electric.
Ice.
Dragon.
Dark.
Psychic.
There are 17 types of pokemon. There are 17 ways for a raging beast to kill you. I have seen a zubat drinking from the neck of an innocent child. I have seen a mother drowning in a sea of grimers while her child screams. I have watched people burned, electrocuted and frozen. I have looked into the eyes of people whose minds were torn to shreds or who had their dreams ripped from their brains and devoured. I have examined the corpses crushed by avalanches and sliced by whirlwinds. People in the cities forget that pokemon exist outside of their innocent pets. They forget the look in the eyes of a truly wild pokemon. I never forgot that. I couldn't forget that. I am Red, the most efficient private investigator in Kanto City. But I have another title too. I am one of the few who ventures outside this city and faces the wilds outside. I am a Pokemon Trainer.
