Come on, we all at least meet one perverted person in our life time
I never really pay attention to my dreams. There was no need to, they mattered nothing to me- and the only ones I usually remember are just nightmares. I woke up, feeling like I should be shaken, and disturbed by the nightmare- my Pokemon all dying, my mother disappearing without a trace or word. But these were a standard thing in my dreams. In fact, I'd probably find myself more in shock if I actually had a pleasant dream for once. Rubbing my eyes sleepily to get them opening properly, I sat up on my bed, and reached out to grab my hat on my bed post- but as I took hold of the hat, my eyes found somebody else sitting at the desk nearby.
"It's about time you're awake, sleepy head- you're so cute when you're asleep."
Oh great. It was Leaf. Now how the hell did she get in my room? Wasn't Espeon guarding the house?
She was watching me with her usual, cheeky grin- hm, is it just me, or does she look a lot more uh- grown up? There was a specific area just below the neck and above the stomach that made me wonder the question. Oh hey come on, don't look at me that way, it's perfectly natural for a guy like myself to be doing that! At least I didn't attempt to steal her underwear like miss Perverted-ninja did. Seriously, I'm sure there were plenty of other samples of my stuff she could have taken.
Leaf stroked my Espeon's fine sensitive fur, which was purring and nuzzling her arm. Great, she became a specialist in charming Pokemon as well. Wasn't that Pikachu's job? I'd ask what she was doing, stalking me in my sleep and calling me insulting names such as 'cute' but I really don't care. I pointed a finger at the stairs beside the door.
Get out of my damn house.
She almost looked hurt, the way I pointed at the door and stared at her without a care, or word. I didn't really have time to be nice, or do anything with her, I had a dying mother to visit.
"Hey, relax big boy, I just wanted to give you my condolences for your mom. She's such a wonderful woman, she's always been there for all of us. I really am sorry about her being sick and all." Her playful eyes instantly shifted into a saddened, almost pained expression. What made things sadder for her, was that Leaf never really had a mother to begin with. She's lived with her rough, but kind Auntie. How my mother managed to share her love between me, Blue, and Leaf, it remains a mystery. I nodded quickly, and swished my hand at her to tell her to just go away and leave me be.
Leaf pouted, frowning.
"Stop being such a quiet little emo! Is something the matter, Red? Something apart from mom? We're still friends, aren't we? You don't need to be afraid to tell me what's going on with yourself." How touching, after all this time, and she still considers me a friend. I'm not gonna lie, she was a very kind girl, and will probably always be. A little too generous, for she tried to share her time with both me and Blue when we were younger. She always had trouble wondering which one to go to, me or Blue, seeing we both couldn't stand each other- eventually, of course, my silence drove her away to become girlfriends with Blue.
Was I silent because I was lonely, or was I lonely because I was silent?
Hold on a minute, did she just call me an emo? Excuse me? I don't cut myself, and I certainly am not wearing my hair over my eyes in some emo hair cut. Then again, I haven't really been taking care of my hair lately. By the looks of the black strands dangling over my face and partly my eyes, I'd say it's grown a lot longer than I last checked. Oh well, girls dig sexy black hair, last time I checked. But I should really consider checking out a mirror after all.
I shrugged, and stood up, slipping my shoes on, and picked my short-sleeved jacket up, lazily dangling it over my shoulder. I'll put it on when I get outside. Leaf stood up from the chair, not taking her eyes off me. Geez, what is everybody's problem? Am I really that amazing to look at?
"Look, what I'm trying to say it, you don't have to do things alone all the time. We're all here for you, we want to support both you and your mother. Please, just say something, if you want to say something." She looked at me pleadingly, half-expecting me to at least say a quiet little 'Thank you'. Instead, I shrugged. I truly am grateful that everybody was willing to help us out. But they don't need to support and help me, they should worry more about my mother, she's the one dying in a bed in the Hospital. It's as if they're treating her as if she's already dead, and they're all trying to comfort the son with the dead mother! She wont die... I'll save her myself, if I have to. Speaking of which...
I strain a smile to her, and I quickly rush out of the room with Espeon trailing on after me.
I was beginning to dislike the faces of pity and sadness everybody gave me. Why give me pity? I don't deserve it, mom needs it far more than I do.
This time my mother insisted that she felt well enough to leave the bed to explore outside to enjoy some fresh air. I took her out and we visited different places together. Her gentle voice always soothed my ever-worrying mind. Every now and then she'd cough and choke a little, and I'd quickly provide her with tissues, while I helplessly watch my mom's form break down. It was bitterly beautiful to finally spend a whole day with her doing something normal that we always used to do.
Professor Oak even decided to hang out with us.
The poor old Professor was suffering a serious case of short-term memory loss. Admittedly, I wasn't too surprised- after all, he is the one who forgot his own grandson's name. I was tempted to remind Professor Oak that Blue's name was actually "Asshole" but of course, my will to be silent caused me to stay with my lips closed.
Me and mom joked about how he constantly chattered about discovering and talking about Pokemon, and how he appreciated me finding just about every single Pokemon there was to capture in every Region known so far. That day, I was proud to say that I felt like a normal kid. Not some Champion of the world, some ultimate Pokemon Master. Just- the son of a dying mother. Before she had to go back to the Hospital again so the Doctors could tend to her illness, I released each of my Pokemon to say hello and wish her well.
Pikachu, of course, was the most cute of all, making my mom squeal is absolute delight at how adorable it was. Charizard was quite a charming gentleman, blowing heart-shaped smoke-rings and warming her up with a gentle flame. Venusaur and Blastoise were as clumsy as they were sincere, but were far too lumbering to give her a hug that would have crushed her frail frame. Snorlax of course, was being Snorlax, and waved a lazy chubby arm before falling asleep in front of us all, snoring loudly as it did. As we laughed at the laziness of the over-weight Pokemon of mine, my mother's eyes turned back to mine.
"Please don't be sad, dear. I'll see you tomorrow." She reached her hand out, and to my surprise, soaked up tears from my cheeks with some clean tissues of hers. Where did those come from? I'm not even sad, I was happier than ever! I assumed they were just happy tears. With one more embrace, I left her at the Hospital bed, and headed back home. It was almost time for me to meet up with pervert-ninja again.
As I entered the house, I found Blue leaning on the fence to my house with his arms crossed. He was watching me accusingly. What is up with everybody? Don't they realize that I have a thing called privacy?
"Leaf told me how you just pushed her off like she was a total stranger. She's one of your best friends, and you wont even give her a simple hug. I know your own mother's ill, but come on, that doesn't give you the right to be so cold to everybody."
Well that's one I haven't heard before. There's a difference between wanting to be alone, and coldly pushing everybody away. I suppose I really did come off a little too harsh on the poor girl. Wasn't that smile I gave her good enough? Apparently not. Whatever, I have a perverted ninja to meet up with.
I passed by, nonchalantly ignoring him.
Why he's getting so worked up, it's beyond me. I'd assume he's just trying to get me to say a word, and probably out of anger. If anybody knew how to piss me off, it was definitely Blue. I'm not taking the bait. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Blue watch me walk with a frown. Hm, he seems to always have a permanent frown on his face. Well, whenever I was around. I was surprised that he didn't attempt to do anything, he didn't even say a word. As I closed to door, I watched him turn away as if he was hurt, exactly like how Leaf reacted when I wanted her out of my room.
I don't know why he's feeling so bad, we've always been at conflict ever since he decided to make my life a living hell and turned against me from best friend to a horrible bully. Yeah, we were best friends. Save that idea for a later nightmare, because I barely remember anything pleasant about the assface anymore.
"Who was that, a friend of yours?" I instinctively grabbed a Pokeball, preparing to throw it, but I found that the random voice came from the perverted-ninja. Oh come on! Did my privacy just get shoved out a window, what the heck was this? That's it, I'm locking the door from now on! Growing frustrated, I put my Pokeball away back on my belt, and motioned her to lead the way. To my surprise, perverted-ninja wasn't wearing her black-suit today. Instead, she was wearing a normal white singlet, and a long purple dress with floral patterns on it. Her hair was a curl of red hair, tied up in a bun and pins. Well who do we have here, another attractive girl stalking my house?
"Oh, right, to Giovanni. You know I was wondering, are those eyes really red, or are you wearing contacts?"
So many questions, and I'm not answering a single one with even a word of yes or a no. I wonder how I managed this whole time. I shake my head. These eyes, oddly enough, are truly red; And I'm not even Albino. Mom did call me a different name when I was born, but as soon as my eyes opened up, revealing the reddest of eyes, everybody started nicknaming me 'Red', and that was officially my name. What was my original name, you may ask? It's for me to know, and you to never find out.
I head out the door, and made sure I remembered to lock it this time. The perverted-ninja eyed me curiously, while leading the way.
"Do you uh, have a Pokemon we could ride? He's at Celadon City. We're staying at the hotel."
Just perfect, she's meant to lead me to Giovanni, and she doesn't even have a ride of her own. This is really beginning to not be worth the effort. But in hopes of the possibility of restoring my mother, I had no choice but to foolishly hope that this may actually work. Picking out a Pokeball, I grip it's round surface with a brief grin, then throw it- in a blazing torrent of white-hot flame, the fire pokemon appears. Charizard gave a mighty roar.
Oh stop being such a show off Charizard, you're going to wake the whole town up with a roar like that. Looking down at me with that confident, proud look it always has, Charizard glanced over at the perv-ninja, then yawned with pure boredom at her.
Yeah, I'm sorry you couldn't come out of your ball that often too, buddy. But dying mothers don't really have much to do with epic battles. As I mounted Charizard, who's blue and orange wings were spread out wide, I looked down at perv-ninja. That will now be her official nickname from now on. I laugh mentally every time I say it in my head.
The perv-ninja was hesitating, watching Charizard with absolute awe, I could only grin along with the flaming winged reptile. She slowly climbing onto his back until she sat down behind me. I pat Charizard once with a hand.
Fly.
Straightening it's legs, it leaps into the air, powerful wings beating. I laugh silently as perv-ninja squeals in fright. Charizard growls a chuckle, now soaring faster than a Pidgeot across the night sky, it's flame-tail trailing on with sparks behind it.
When we finally arrived at Celadon City, I wasn't surprised to find that there were still lights on, street-lamps glittering in the night, and people crowding and walking all over the place. It wasn't as busy as day time, but it was still quite crowded. Job well done as always, buddy. Don't get too bored, okay? It's enters back inside the Pokeball, and I continue to follow on behind perv-ninja. Hahaha! Sorry.
The hotel appeared a little different, there were new rooms and a new layout, but I saw a familiar old-woman with a Persian by her side. She sure enjoyed her tea. We climbed a few stair cases and walked down a few corridors, a long and boring walk about that I fail to describe because it was far too boring to do just that. As we finally reach the room, I enter it to find Giovanni in the middle of the floor. He was- meditating? For such a superficial man, that was a slight surprise. He opened his eyes as he heard the door closing, and looks up at both me and perv-ninja. Wrinkles were forming over his once sharp, harsh features; And was that a few grey hairs I could see on that well-brushed black hair of his?
"Ah, Red. It's been a long time." Giovanni sounds a lot less intimidating than I last remember. Then again, I was only eleven years old when I took him on several times, and each time, I'd defeat him. I assume he still feels grumpy about the part where he was defeated by a prepubescent child. At least now, if he would like, he could be defeated by a sixteen year old boy. But even then, it will only lower his dignity.
"Still the silent boy so long ago, I see. It deafens my ears." Giovanni slowly went to stand, patting himself off. He was wearing some kind of robe, probably used for meditating. I shrugged, watching him indifferently. Guess he's gone a little loopy over the years.
"Thank you for bringing him all the way here, Stella. Go get some rest, I'm sure you're utterly tired after searching for the young man." For the first time, I believe I'm actually seeing Giovanni smile over at somebody for the first time. It looked quite disturbing on a face such as his; Those cold calculating eyes were impossible to be gentle enough for a smile, but oddly enough, it also looked right on him.
"I suppose you'd expect me to monologue about my next master plan. You were always good at making people talk without saying a single word yourself. My plan isn't to take over the world, I assure you. Over my studies I've come to learn that you've defeated about every Champion, Elite Four, and trainer there is out there. It's already hard enough finding information about you, seeing you drift here and there almost like a Ghasty."
Get on with the plan, old-man. What exactly do you want me to do?
"Excuse me for droning on, it's been a while since I've spoken this much to a person. To put it in short, I need your help. I assume you've captured the elusive Celebi?" What kind of obsessive Trainer do you take me for? I'm no slacker. I nod once.
Giovanni shook his head slowly.
"Excellent. I was right to not underestimate you this time. I need you to order the Celebi to take us across time- and in the past. There, I need your help to prevent something from happening." Was that a flash of regret in his eyes? I think so. I thought the only emotion the man could feel was the feeling of world-domination, and being defeated by the hands of a eleven year old. Well, I guess you really do learn new things everyday. I nod once again, and motion at the door with my thumb.
I guess I'll go draw Celebi out from my storage box right now. My mind pondered on the thought of going back in time. It never really occurred to me. Let's see, I go back in time, force my mother to get a immunization for the disease, while I also help Giovanni sort his problem out. Perfect!
Why the hell didn't I think of this plan sooner? Guess I was too busy dwelling on the possibility of mom dying. Somehow, I accepted and was preparing, and expecting to hear the news of her dying eventually. Why was I so ready to hear her dying? Oh, who cares, I wont be needing to worry about that anymore, especially with this plan. I could feel a smile slowly etch onto my face. Giovanni looked rather surprised, seeing me smile. Although I am a little curious, if not at all- what exactly does he want to do in the past? If it's not domination, he must probably want to make sure he's not some old, lonely poor man living in a hotel. I must admit, he didn't look too better off. I would have almost felt sorry for him. The both of us just stared at each- we sure created a uneasy atmosphere. Even perv-ninja- I mean, Stella, was a little unnerved at our silent staring. Eventually I turned away. Before I did, though, I thought I saw a flicker of sadness on the old man.
I've been picking up how everybody's appeared so sad, lately. But only when they look at me... What made me make everybody feel so sad? Or was it all just my imagination? Was I really the one that was sad?
It doesn't matter. We're going to time travel and fix this problem.
Because hey, time traveling solves all your problems!
As I left the hotel, I passed by yet another familiar red-head. He looked almost like Stella, but had more of Giovanni's sharp features than the more soft, almost dopey-looking Stella. Ah, it was the one and only son of Giovanni, Silver! Was he living at this hotel with the old-man himself? I give him a glance, and went on my way.
"Red, is it?" Of course everybody just feels so inclined to talk to me whenever I pass them by. I wont be surprised if he demanded a Pokemon battle from me. Actually, I was hoping he would- I haven't had a Pokemon battle, nor had the time to train for almost two whole days now, and I was feeling rather hungry for some more action. I stop on my tracks, watch him out of the corner of my eye, and give him a light nod. I don't really know much about Silver, the guy was more obsessed with becoming a powerful trainer, and beating Gold in a battle.
"Will you really help him?" Silver asked, suspiciously watching me. Oh, he was Giovanni's son alright. I nod again. Now ask me to a battle, ask me, ask me! I was itching to watch Pikachu zap a few tough Pokemon. I just hope Silver actually had tough Pokemon. Knowing his reputation, I'd say he did.
"Did he tell you what he planned to do?"
I shake my head. Don't know, don't care. Now hurry up and ask me to a battle!
"He wants to save his wife."
...Huh. Of course, how else does Giovanni have two kids? I just assumed that Stella was Silver's sister- they both had very distinct red hair, after all.
"It would be nice if you could help save our mother, Red. We really miss her." Oh here it comes! That sad, sad pitiful look I get all the time, this time from the tough-looking red-head. Why do I keep seeing people sad all the time? Can't people be happy for once? My own mother's dying, and you don't see me moping around like it's the end of the world. And if I was sad, there's no point dwelling in it.
But to think, I'd be saving two mothers, now- my own, and his. It sounded like such a simple task. I hoped it was. But then I remembered how much I liked trouble. Danger. Excitement.
Oh, this will not be easy, alright...