Yep a really bizarre shipping that I do not know my self. What do you even call this shipping? If this shipping doesn't exist then I shall make it up. Um... SolemnShipping because they don't seem to smile. Or PissOffShipping because they look like they are mad and wants you to leave them alone. Well not Red he looks lonely up in the mountain. Feels like he needs a hug. Paul does too. NeedAHugShipping! LOL! I don't even know anymore. I am just being stupid with the names.
Well hope you enjoy. Oh any of you can make up a shipping name for these two too. We can discuss this and play around with unimaginable shipping names for couples or pairs that I randomly choose that don't exist yet.
Paul was trudging through the snow filled mountain of Mt. Silver. His Weavile next to him basking in the snowy fields. Pokemon have been coming after him left and right but his Weavile was disposing them very nicely. He even had to switch his Pokemon once in awhile to make sure they all get enough experience to get stronger and take on this crazy weather. Then again he faced Snowpoint City's savage blizzard and he was stuck in the Pokemon Center for who knows how long. He was sure that his Pokemon can handle this weather. But it was starting to get a bit hard to breath and he was sure his hands are being painted with blue from the cold. But he didn't care. He was out for revenge. He was beaten. Miserably. He knew the Kanto Champion was strong but he never imagine how strong his Pokemon really were. He swept him in no time flat. Then again he remembered that the Champion was one for a very long time. Heck he even stayed in this bloody mountain for a few years. How does he manage to stay up here and not be freakin' cold? Paul ludicrously thought finally reaching towards a cave.
"This should do until the morning," he grumbles walking in. "Weavile, go look for some wood." Paul orders as his ice dark type Pokemon went out in the blizzard searching for wood. "Magmortar."
"Maaag," the volcano Pokemon pops out from the red and white ball glancing at his trainer ready for any orders.
"Once Weavile comes back with wood use flamethrower on it to keep this place warm. I'll call you out if the fire dies."
"Maag," Magmortar roars in understanding. Paul went farther back into the cave think of a battle strategy to take out the Champions Pokemon. A little while Weavile came back with a good amount of wood. Magmortar went to grab the wood and help fix it to make a decent fire to warm their trainer. Paul being the rude grateful person grunted in thanks and returned his Pokemon. He went through the list of Pokemon Red has on him: Charizard, Blastoise, Venasaur, Pikachu, Snorlax, and Espeon. There is the possibility that he might have Lapras on him since he sometimes switches Lapras and Espeon. Paul's team consist of Ursarang, Magmotar, Honchcrow, Weavile, Electivire and Torterra. He could use his Torterra to go against Blastoise and Pikachu. Electivire against Charizard since it is flying-fire type, also Lapras and Blastoise too if Torterra is knocked out. Magmotar against Venasuar. Weavile or Honchcrow against his Espeon. What about Snorlax? Paul knows that despite Snorlax being big and a bit slow it surprised Paul to know that it was actually fast. He should of switched out his Honchcrow for Hariyama but it's too late now. He is not going back down and make a switch with his brother after he came this far. Since he thought of the type advantage he needs to come up with an actual strategy to take them out without having his Pokemon sustain too much damage. It frustrated him. Red fights with power but also with discrete strategy that surprises everyone. Red being quiet he can command his Pokemon with a simple wave of his arm and their Pokemon commence their attacks. His commands are even fast making it hard to tell what each wave means. If I can get that much I can easily take him down Paul thought glaring at the wall in front of him.
Finally, up at the top of mountain, Paul was grateful. He hated staying in the cave because of the blizzard. It wasted so much time that he could of battled him over 5 hours ago. Stupid blizzard lasting longer than I hoped, Paul thought darkly. He just wants to get this over with. Red turns around noticing the Purple-nette. He tips his hat lower and pulls out the familiar red and white capturing device. He throws it in the air, white beam materialize into his big Snorlax. Damn. I was hoping not to go against that first, Paul thought bitterly but pulled out the same capturing device.
"Honchcrow, stand by," Paul called him out first. Some of Snorlax's move are fighting type so it was best to use his flying type. But he is also weary of the move rest. If Red uses rest when he notices his Pokemon close to fainting it's trouble to Honchcrow if he can't keep up with the energy lowering each time it uses a move or if it is hit.
The battle rages on. Both on their last Pokémon. Paul's Torterra and Red's Charizard. Paul was really surprised that he was close to beating the Kanto Champion. Either he was being really good at strategic battles or being plain lucky like his old rival, Ash. But he really hates stooping that low as being lucky. He is better than that. But with Charizard up in the sky Torterra's ground type are useless. His grass type moves won't do as much damage either. But with good time moves even if it is ineffective. He will make sure to give heavy damage from close range. Risky but it was the only choice the purple-nette has. Red glances at his Charizard getting ready to throw one last Flamethrower.
"Torterra, Frenzy Plant to block. Then hit it with Stone Edge if it gets close," Paul commands as the grass-ground turtle Pokémon lifts it feet and stamping it on the icy ground, sending out thick vine plants wrapping around the field and over each other. Flamethrower was released and the plants blocks the attack but still burned into ashes at the process. Red sent his Charizard to finish the attack but he didn't expect to see a bunch of rocks being hurled to the dragonoid Pokémon once it was mere inches away. He must of charge his Torterra's Stone Edge after using Frenzy Plant knowing I would get in close. Red thought. Smart. He watch his Charizard fall in defeat. Pulling his cap down to hide his crimson eyes, he returns his fire-flying Pokémon with a small ghostly "thank you."
"Good battle. Congratulations. It's been awhile since someone defeated me," Red said, his longest talk ever since the battle started.
"I did what I could. I actually thought I was going to lose again," Paul said modestly. Of course he has respect to Red since he was defeated by him before. Not only that he is older than him.
"Stay. Blizzard's coming," Red glances up seeing that he can't see the sun anymore. The clouds looking dangerously dark. Paul looks up and had to agree. It's suicide to walk down the mountain like this. He followed Red and went into the cave Red lives in. It was just plain cave with a big fire pit and in the corner stocks of food for him and his Pokémon. I still wonder how the heck he lives in this dang mountain for so long. Paul wonders looking at the plain cave.
Red sends out his Pokémon and tends to their wounds. Paul did the same thing not wanting to get jump later on going down the mountain by Pokémon while they are still resting. To say it is silent is an understatement. To say it was deathly silent is an overstatement also. No one talked at all in the cave. The Pokémon are sleeping with their even breathing echoing. The fire is crackling. Paul sat in one corner of the cave watching his Pokémon relax. Red sat across from where Paul is petting his Pikachu and stare into the fire.
"Hey," Paul randomly calls out. Red looks up to the purple-nette wondering what he wants. "Why did you come all the way up here?" He asks looking at the senior trainer.
"To get stronger," was his reply. Even if his answer doesn't satisfy his curiosity as much he pushed it a bit.
"But why up in a mountain? Can't you just go to another region and train from there?" Red didn't answer to that leaving a very irritated Paul. Paul of course knows Red isn't much of a talker but he demands answer as to why he trains up in a freezing mountain with nothing but the clothes behind his back.
"Get away," Red finally answers after five minutes. To get away? What's there to run away from? Paul wonders looking at the raven haired teen. Red. Just who are you? You are normally known as a ghost of Mt. Silver to many people. The champion of Kanto. Some try to pursue the Ghost to only return with fainted Pokemon in the end. Paul hates that he can't get answers out of him as easily as others. But knowing that the Crimson eyed Champion is the type of person not to mess with. He grumbles and lay with his Pokemon. He needs to leave first thing in the morning or at least until the blizzard stops.
Morning came and Paul is heading out. Red was by the cave watching him leave. In truth it saddens the crimson eyed male that Paul is not staying. He makes a good company even if it's just a small moment. Even though Green and the rest of the Dex Holders come and visit him with maybe a small battle, Paul intrigues him more than anything in the world. Surprising himself he wonders why a young boy like him interest him. Then again Paul remind of how Green used to be when they were younger. She shakes the thought away. Paul turns back and bows in respect and trek down the stairs and back to where the rest of the civilization rest.
"I might come back," was Paul's last words before really disappearing into the horizon. Of course Red is going to be ready for him. Till the next time they see each other.
Maybe EnigmaShipping? Well like I said from the top just send a message if you think about giving them a name tell me please. This will be really awesome to talk about. Okay I change my mind I will do SapphirePearlShipping then I'll think of another one to write about.
Sorry if the story is a bit choppy. I practically had writers block with this one. And I will have many more writers block with the one shots from here on out. That's the reason why I have not been updating this as much as I wanted. Oh well.
I know I had to skip the battle because a six-on-six is just really long. I am not writting six battles in one story. That is just too much. I promise to do a full battle when I make the next one shot. Um I guess that is it for this author notes. Till next time people.