Despite my better judgment, this is a Pokémon fanfic. Why? I can't really say. (Then again, why did I do a Bakugan fic?) This is about Red, the main character form Pokémon Red, Blue, Yellow, Fire Red, and Leaf Green. That's not to be confused with Ash, because they are to totally different people. Also know I'm going with the more stoical Red from his cameo appearance in the second generation games. With that, let's begin my third fanfiction; Fire.
A battle raged before a ten year old boy, Red. His Gengar, a purple, spiky little beast, lunged forward to attack. Gangar's foe, a pink cross between a porcupine and a rhinoceros called Nidorino, leapt back. "Tch." When Nidorino squared off with Gengar again, it leapt forward brandishing its horn. At that moment time stopped. Red struck his aged "N64" with a closed fist in frustration.
Red decided it didn't matter. Very soon he'd be doing that for real. He moved over to the full length mirror on his closet door. He saw a young boy with black, messy hair and dark brown eyes. Red was wearing his usual attire; a red collared vest with white sleeves over a black t-shirt and blue jeans. He tugged his red and white cap lower over his eyes so the shadow masked the top of his face, like he always did. He put on his fingerless black gloves and headed downstairs and out the door. Time to get going!
Red strolled through his home town, Pallet, to pass the time. To the north he saw the road that led out of Pallet, Route 1. Though he wasn't supposed to, Red had a habit of sneaking out of town to observe wild Pokémon. Red absently paced nearer to the tall grass of Route 1.
"Wait!" the voice of a kind old man called out. The voice was familiar, so Red quarter turned to confirm its owner. It was indeed Oak, the "Pokémon Professor." Oak was a rather short gentleman with grey hair and a warm smile. The professor's lab coat waved in the breeze as he tried to catch up with Red. "I'm glad I caught you," Oak said with a grin, "You know you shouldn't go into tall grass without a Pokémon!" Red didn't say anything, he usually didn't. Just then another youth, a girl with dark brown hair and eyes, jogged onto the scene. Oak met her with a warning smile. "Green," Oak scolded, "were you planning on leaving town without a Pokémon as well?"
Green fidgeted in place. Red noticed she was also in her usual attire, a light blue tank top and red skirt. "I wasn't going to go far Professor Oak, honest!" she pleaded as if the kindly professor would have done anything to punish her anyway.
"Honestly you two," Oak sighed, "if you're so interested in Pokémon than come with me." Oak led Red and Green to his lab in the center of town. Inside, Oak led them to a table with three Pokéballs. A third kid, a boy with bird's nest light brown hair was eyeing the Pokéballs. He wore a navy blue shirt and dull brown cargo pants.
The third kid looked up with a scowl. "Gramps," he said impatiently, "what took you so long?"
"Blue, what are you doing here?" Oak wondered. Realization washed over his face. "That's right, I called you here too!" Red, Blue, and Green stood at attention. Oak walked over to the other side of the desk. "When I was younger I was a hot-shot trainer. But in my old age I only have these three left." The three children looked around quizzically. Oak laughed, "They're in the Pokéballs!" Red, Blue, and Green stared at the Pokéballs. "Go ahead and choose."
Green looked up. "What if we all want the same one?" Green asked.
"I don't think that'll be a problem…" Red said. His eyes hadn't moved. They were transfixed on the Pokéball on the far left of the table. Blue was starring at the one in the center, and Green realized the one she wanted was on the far right. They picked up their Pokéballs still starring at them.
"How is that possible?" Green wondered out loud.
"I think we picked the ones we were meant to have," Blue said, "Like destiny, or something."
Red turned to walk away without another word. Oak and Green were used to this, but Blue called out. "Red, wait!" Blue caught up with Red. "Let's test out our new Pokémon!" Blue released his Pokémon from its Pokéball. Squirtle, a turtle with blue skin, appeared from a flash of light.
"Wait a minute, you two!" Oak protested, "You can't have a Pokémon battle in here!"
Red tugged his cap further down over his eyes and grinned, "I accept your challenge!" Red never smiled!
Oak continued to protest, but Blue cut him off. "Don't worry gramps, our Pokémon are too young to use any special attacks."
Red released his Pokémon, Charmander. Charmander was a small, bipedal lizard with orange skin and a flame sprouting from the tip of its tail. "Let's go," Red said, "Scratch!"
"That Grandson of mine!" Oak complained to himself.
Green watched Red and Blue in their first real Pokémon battle. "Look how happy they are," Green observed, "I can't remember the last time Red smiled."
"Of course," Oak sighed, "Those two have been rivals since you were all babies."
Red and Blue continued their battle for almost ten minutes. Charmander and Squertle looked like they were on their last legs. "Come on, Squirtle, you've got to hit him just one more time!" Blue ordered, "Tackle it!"
Suddenly, Red got an idea. "Charmander, catch it!" Charmander obeyed. Once Squirtle struck it, Charmander wrapped its arms around its foe's head. "Now Scratch it!" Charmander raked its claws right down the center of Squirtle's face. Squertle fell back onto its shell, unconscious.
"What? I lost?!" Blue protested, "I picked the wrong Pokémon!"
Green giggled. "What happened to destiny, huh?" she asked.
"Aw, shut up…"
Charmander stumbled over to Red. "Are you all right?" Red asked. Charmander just nodded.
"Those two sure are two of a kind," Green said to herself.
"So are they," Oak said pointing at Blue and Squirtle. Blue had shaken Squirtle out of its stupor and they were both growling at Red and Charmander. Both trainers recalled their Pokémon.
"Whatever," Blue scoffed, "I'm gonna go make my Pokémon fight to toughen it up." Blue stormed out. "Smell ya' later!" Red also took his leave.
"Oh, wait a minute!" Oak realized out loud, "There was something else I wanted to give to you kids!"
"I'll go get them," Green told him. With that she ran out too, leaving Oak in the dust. But when Green got outside, Red and Blue had seemed to vanish off the face of the earth. "How the heck do they do that?"
Red had already left town and was looking for wild Pokémon. Finally he was on the path to his dream: to be the world's strongest Pokémon trainer. To become a Pokémon Master!
Well that's Chapter 1 of Fire. I got the Idea for this a while ago, but didn't really start thinking about it until Heart Gold and Soul Silver came out. Well at least now I won't feel like an idiot for having only one story posted!