Title: A Pikachu Called Green
Genre: Adventure/Friendship
Rated: T(?)
Summary: When Green looked nothing like himself…
Character: Green/Blue (I don't care) & Red
Relea: Sorry about your work…don't hate me… but, just like you I write this instead of doing my homework. No, Vyi doesn't mean anything. It's just a play on word of Ivysaur. The Ivy part became 'Vyi'. I've asked plenty of my friend and they don't know about 'Vyi'
Crimson: Haha, I update this so slowly didn't I? Sorry…And well, your question pretty much gets answered on this chapter so just read it, okay?
Let's just get on with the story, shall we?
9th Poke: Team Rocket 1: Petrel
It is indeed scary. Pokemon tower is famous for its eerie yet soothing aura. But lately, there's been rumor that no one can reach the third floor since few weeks ago. Said there's 'something' that blocked the way. Being a cemetery, most people said it must be a ghost or restless spirit. There's also few who said that it must be some kind of magic barrier a ghost pokemon set up so no one can disturb their peaceful environment. I believe neither as for me, ghost does not exist.
The first floor wasn't scary. Visitors from either local or outsiders were roaming around freely, praying for their loved one's soul. As we ascended higher, Blue clung tighter at Red, whimpering desperately every now and then. Blue who was never afraid of any storms and scary pokemons is frightened by things that don't exist. I feel like snickering smugly, but that's not important right now. The nagging feeling grew as we neared the top of the tower.
"R-Red…let's just go back…Green…Green definitely don't have courage to stay in here for long! He won't be here!" Blue stuttered shakily. She visibly is trembling, her right fingers coiled around Red's arm, left hands balled to a fist in front of her chest while her face showed utter fear. Red showed no significant change, he just looked at Blue, "…He could be here…" was all he said before he clammed up again and ventured deeper and higher. Passing a few graveyards, the feeling struck again, something tightened around my chest. Just like when we were on S.S Anne. I threw my gaze at the lined up graveyards, trying to convince myself that, no…nothing is wrong in this tower at all.
And Red stopped his walk.
"Pi?" I turned at him, confused. He stared at whatever lies in front of us. Out of simple curiosity, I turned to look at what he's seen. "No…no way!" Blue stammered, now literally hugging Red's arms. Yeah, no way…no way…
No way that I see myself right now in front of my eyes…standing there with that half smug-grin, gravity-defying brown hairs and that piercing gaze…despite the thick smog lingering on the graveyards area.
What in arceus name is-
"Ah…Red…it's been too long since I last saw your weak ass…"
Precisely like my way of talking. Who is this guy? Why is…is it me, there? Then…who am I? I shook my head. No! I am me. Green Oak is only me. This guy's a fraud.
"G…Green?" Blue is the one who spoke first, tightening her hug on Red.
An arrogant smile played on his lips as he folded his arms, raising his eyebrow the way I do when an unimportant question was asked. "…Green Oak…in the flesh…" he answered with a bored tune. Red stiffened at this remark. I chewed my lips…how can I explain to these guys that the guy is not Green Oak? I started by poking Red's cheek continuously, chiding "Pika" a few times. Red gave me no reaction to my annoying attempt. Instead, he walked closer toward the guy-admitting-he-is-Green-Oak with what looks like a little excited look.
What the heck!
"We…we've looked all over for you, Green!" Blue finally relaxed and released her clutch from Red, leaning toward the guy, "…what are you doing in such boringcreepy place?" she shuddered at the boringcreepy word. 'Green' gave no reply, but grabbed Red's wrist. Before I knew it, a swift pull separated me from my spot on Red's shoulder to the cold floor below.
"Come with me…Red"
Okay…that's DEFINITELY not me.
Red flinched, his eyes widened as the fact that the guy who grabbed him is not me dawned upon him. Blue froze in spot. Her lips parted as if trying to say something but got the words choked on her throat. I quickly stood up, steadying my stance preparing for a lunge at the guy's chest when he said something else,
"…Or-…"
I don't want to hear anymore. I shouted a battle cry as I lunged straight to his middle, causing his grip to falter, giving Red a chance to escape –in which he took effectively- at the same time toppling him over to the floor. A ghastly appeared above my head, angrily growled at me. I hissed back in reply. Another ghastly appeared, looking as angry as the last one. And another popped out from the grave beside Red. Some group of them appeared from behind Blue who quickly cowered and ran for Red again. The ghastly regrouped above me, growling furiously and chanting incomprehensible words even to my pokemon's ears. As I concentrated on how could I beat them all, a hand caught my body, completely gripped the stubby body of my pikachu's form. "Pika!" I squealed a surprise yelp. The guy lifted me up as he rose from the floor. His hand met my pendant and he gave me that smile, "A Pikachu…loyal to its master…"
Can't say that I am loyal to Red…what's important is that you just threatened my friends! Ahem…Correction, my acquaintances.
He tugged the pendant from my neck, holding it mere inches from my face. He mocked me…I struggled to get the pendant, but for whatever's sake, Pikachu has two short, fat arms. Useless for this kind of thing. "Release him!" I heard Red's shout. The guy turned at Red, smiling coyly, "Oh, after what the Pikachu has done?" he clucked his tongue, "…I could've easily take you away to meet 'him' and this Pikachu got in the way…" his thumb met my throat as it dug to my skin, earning a choked yelp from me.
"Vyi!"
A growl of bulbasaur echoed throughout the cemetery. I can't see Vyi, but I felt him tensed against the situation we're in. Judging by the amount of ghastly AKA 'ghost' pokemon, I guessed Blue won't be much help in here. "Vyi, razor leaf the ghastly!"
Vyi replied with a confident cry. Sound of leaves cutting through the air in high speed can be heard as I, myself trying to keep my eyes open.
My throat burned as I let out a series of wild coughs. My face paled, my sight's a blur. I can only breathed short breaths. My face. In front of me is my own face. Funny…I'm gonna get killed by someone who disguised himself as me.
BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP
The guy was startled by the sound. His thumb released his death grip and picked something from his pocket, his other hand still locked onto me. "Yes…sir? Not now? But it's just…oh, I see…you have another…fine…I retreat…" he looked a little disappointed.
He glared at me, grinning, "You're one lucky Pikachu…" and he threw me at Red, along with my pendant. Red reacted swiftly, catching my weak body on his palm, earning a soft groan from Blue who got tugged in the process. "Come back, Ghastly!" he ordered. Flashes enveloped one of the ghastly as the others retreated back to the graves. Back to sleep. "…Who are you…" though low in volume, Red's voice is sharp like a cutting blade. The guy laughed. Slowly, in a delicate way, he peeled the edge of the jaw line of his skin, as if there's a second layer on it. When it completely peeled off, he pulled his hair, revealing a half bald head with purple locks covering some part around his ears. He looked older, really older.
"Petrel…at your service…" he said, bowing, "…sir Giovanni told me to do a plan in here…but he cancelled it on the last minute" he rubbed his chin in a thoughtful way. I panted, trying to suck as much oxygen as I could to my throbbing neck. "You all are lucky…" he finally said. With one last laugh, he climbed the stairs, disappearing between the fogs.
"Pet…rel…" I faintly heard Red whispered as he bit his lips.
…
"We are NEVER going back to that wretched tower!"
I clutched my pendant tightly, staring blankly at the open space after we finally was out from the tower. That place sure is wretched and all. It made the outside world seems more cheerful and nice. Blue wiped her forehead from the cold sweats and released more relieved sigh. Red was silent. He has been quite since we're out from the tower. All I can read from his face is that of anger and...an unreadable one. But anger? That's something which never stays for too long on him. Frankly, I rarely saw one when we're still children.
"Say, Red, you know about this Petrel?" Blue chimed, locking her gaze onto Red who in return stiffened and tugged his cap deeper. Tilting her head, the brunette girl continued, "…It seems this guy wanted to take you to his higher-ups or something…" she chuckled awkwardly, "…what did you do this time, eh?"
Red did nothing…
"He did say something interesting, though…" mumbled Blue, "…Giovanni that he mentioned, is it just a coincidence or is it the same Giovanni that lead the famous team Rocket…"
Team Rocket? Should've known they up to no good like Gramps said…but how can Red of all people get on their bad side that they want to take him?
"…I think I heard some people muttered something about project Mew-"
My ears straightened up and chills swirled against my skin. "Pi…ka?" I inquired, staring at Blue. She shrugged, letting her shoulder slumped forward in a slow manner, "…Still, I dunno…those could be just rumors…"
That's too coincidental to be rumor. Mew asked for my help. Why is that? Cause he knew, team Rocket wants Red. For what reason? Darn! What do they want with a thirteen year old kid? Is this…is this what that girl said about Mew transformed me into a Pikachu? Something that I must do while I'm in this form…something…
The realization hit me hard. Real hard. The reason that I have to become a Pikachu is slightly clearer now as puzzle pieces now turned and shifted in the right way inside my mind. I must become a Pikachu to protect Red? But can't I protect Red if I retain in my human form. No…I can't… If I stay as human, I won't see what I've seen when I'm a Pikachu. I'm too busy with getting grandpa's recognition by becoming a great trainer rather than watching Red. He will have to face all of this alone. Heck if I didn't become a Pikachu and 'lost', Blue won't be here to help.
Red will be alone.
I swallowed. Mew chose me to protect Red and to help him. Helping Mew in what kind of thing? Team Rocket…project Mew…Red…my purpose... it must be connected somehow. If I help Red…will I finally know?
Why do Mew wants to protect Red? Is it because Team Rocket aims to capture him?
"Hey, Green? What are you doing, looking that serious?" I snapped back to reality and found Blue looking at me with what seems to be a curious look. I growled back. That certainly brought my train of thought to a halt…Thanks A LOT, Blue… She puffed her cheeks when I replied. "You really acts like Green…I somehow gets why Red named you Green…" she flicked my forehead playfully, "…or maybe you are Green?"
I tensed for a moment, shit…not now…
"But, no way… Green's cute but not this adorable…" she answered her own question and pinched my cheek. Red gave us a look. "I'm going back to Vermillion…" he uttered, "…we'll go in separate way to find Green…" his red eyes glistened as words carefully spelt from his lips. Blue chewed her lips, seeming hesitant, but alas, she nodded, "…Okay, I guess, that'll be faster…"
She pulled a pokeball out from its strap on her waist. "I'll head for Celadon and to Fuchsia…" a flash and a Fearow appeared, crying in delight. Blue set her hand onto the bird pokemon's claws as it flapped its wings, hovered above the ground, "…take care Red…watch your back…" she said. As Fearow flew higher, I noticed Blue trying to say something again, but all I could catch is, "…team….you…" between the sound of the wings flapping and dusts flying. Soon she was high on the air, waving her other hand at us.
Now we're back on our own…
Red's hand reached out to me. He held me in front of him, staring. "Green…" he whispered, a sorrowful tune can be heard faintly. I wanted to reply, but pokemon language was no help. He slowly pulled me into a hug and broke. He was mentally broke down, crying out loud. This is just like Red when he was a kid.
All these days, he's been holding on. Braver than I would've expected him to do. I'm speechless now… as he cries and cries. "…Why…why…is…" he sniffed, croaking out words by words that I barely can comprehend. "…why is Green gone?...am I…am I at fault that he's gone…?" he sobbed.
I can't tell…I can't tell even if I want to…being in this form has made me realize…that I don't hate Red. Those jealously feeling that's been there all this time vanished bit by bit. How can I be cruel to a fragile guy like him? Now that question spins around my head.
I have to protect Red…just like Mew assigned me to do…I have to…
No matter what.
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Tell me if you don't understand…I'll try to explain in short summary down here. If, however, you understood it, you don't have to read it:
Basically, Green realized that Mew changed him to a Pikachu to protect Red (that's the conclusion that he comes to…) as human, he won't be able to. Because, he 'hates' Red IF he still stays at human, not a Pikachu. Now, Green's jealously has vanished (after all those things he saw in Red), he has no other reason to hate Red and instead tries to fulfill his purpose from Mew. The question now is, what kind of help does Mew want? Is it really just protecting Red or is there something else? For now, Green stands to believe only that of protecting Red.
Thank you for reading, and… this chapter still appeared on random days…darn…I can't speed up because of lots of things…so please bear with me…thanks again!