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Rated M: For Violence, Language, Etc.

Ending of A King's Reign.

Chapter One – Decaying Thoughts, Misunderstood Reactions


He sat on a bench. His five O'clock shadow, his cloudy eyes and his grim facial expression said it all. Something had happen – something life changing. Looking around, the man took in his surroundings trying to figure out why he ended up here. The trees and their leaves all swayed slowly in a timely manner giving the place a peaceful ambiance. Trainers, with their Pokémon, lay on the soft, vibrant grass telling and sharing tips for battling. In the distance, the man could see trainers battling their Pokémon – and surprisingly with good sportsmanship too.

He slouched with his arms crossing over his knees and hung his head low. He could remember when he was a young trainer and how he'd battle but he had bad sportsmanship. Whenever he lost, he would leave with a stream of insults behind him and yet that wasn't the worst he had done – he once took it out on his Pokémon.

He had recently been beat by his arch-rival and he was furious. He had trained for two weeks straight and yet he still lost. How could that be possible? He was so sure of his victory that he even thought up clever things to belittle his arch-rival with. His beloved Eevee felt his disappointment and anger and tried to her best to fix him up. She brushed up against his leg lovingly only to be shooed away. She jumped up on his lap and licked his face only to be pushed down. In a final attempt she curled up on his bed and waited for him to get out of the bathroom so she could help him take a relaxing nap.

The young man stormed out of the bathroom adorned with a towel hanging from his waist. He swung open his door, slammed it behind him and turned, glaring at his Eevee. She just sat there all cute looking not even feeling bad about losing the battle for him. He curled his fists and growled. How frustrating to think that.

He opened up his drawer and changed into a pair of comfy cargo shorts and a loose, blue tank top. He turned back around to see his Eevee rolling around on his bed waiting for him to join her. He felt himself boiling. It wasn't his fault he lost – it was his Pokémon's fault and they knew it too. He had trained them for two long weeks and they didn't take it seriously and when they battled? They put in little to no effort.

You can guess what he did next.

The following hours allowed the whole world to see what type of man he was. His fan girls turned away from him, his sister was shamed and his grandfather disowned him. He had destroyed any chance of becoming number one. He did have to serve his time for his crime. Beating a pokemon within an inch of its life and then trying to pull it off as if it was an accident? How foolish.

He spent only five years because by then everyone had moved on – everyone had forgotten. When he was released from jail, it wasn't put on the news, it was made known to everyone – it was only made known him. He traded in his orange tacky jumpsuit for the same outfit he had came in: A dark blue tank-top, brown cargo shorts and black sneakers. He was returned his cell phone and wallet.

He had no way to get back to his house in Pallet town but then again – who'd be there for him? He looked sadly at his cell phone as he loosened his grip on it. He dropped it into the nearby trash can, waved bye to all the people and walked out.

He walked for two days straight to Pallet town and when he arrived, he was shocked. The small spacious town wasn't as he had remembered. Many houses lined the borders of the forest, the dirt pathways were now cemented and street lights were everywhere. Sidewalks covered the once beautiful grass with their ugly brownish-gray color. Dark, gray smog covered the sky and in the background loomed industrial buildings spilling smog into the air. The clouds looked almost black and the sun light that made it through showed the poorly preserved houses off.

The man gasped as he took it all in. What had happened to Pallet town? He started to wander around the town seeing the people. What disturbed him was what covered the children's' arms. They all had long circular scars down their arms and when he observed the adults, many of them too had the same markings.

He made his way to a small café and sat down, observing the towns people some more. With his hand holding his head up, he looked at the scars trying to figure out where they came from. A waitress came over, and asked to take his order only to be told he was just resting. The waitress smiled and asked him to leave.

"Hm. Why? I don't think I'm causing any harm," the man said, now focusing all his attention on her. He gasped and felt his eyes widen when he noticed it was a women he once knew – the women who gave birth to his arch-rival. Her hair was thrown in a neat, stylish bun. He eyes were deluded of any real color and her true age showed through her wrinkles. He had remembered seeing her five years ago at his trial.

She looked twenty years younger.

She gave him a coy smiled and sat down.

"Its been a while G-"

"It has been," He said, motioning at her to shut up. He knew everyone had forgotten about what he did but his name was taboo. He wasn't stupid and he didn't need the attention at the moment. He wanted to figure out what had happened to this once peaceful town.

"What happened to Pallet town?" He asked, motioning for her to sit down across from him. She looked around real quick then plopped down in the chair. She placed her hands on her lap and looked up at him. She adorned a frown and her eyes seemed sad as well. The man felt his eyes widen then he frowned with her.

"It's because of you," She said quietly, curling her hands and scrunching up her face. A tear fell from her face and the man froze up. He was the cause? But that couldn't be, he was in jail for the last five years. He looked over at her, reaching his hand over and touched her shoulder lightly. She looked up at him, tears forming in her eyes and her mouth quivering.

"My son… he was in disbelief of when it was announced publically what you did. H-He just fell into a depression. He stopped battling shortly after you were sent to jail – he just lost all motivation. He ended up giving all his Pokémon to your grandfather and took up a job in business. Since he was famous for being a Pokémon champion, it wasn't hard for him to get a job. He ended up making lots of money and started to modernize Pallet town," She said in one breath, her whole body shaking and her face drenched in tears.

The man frowned and curled his hand, putting it against his forehead. He didn't understand why his arch-rival would do that. He was an avid trainer and so enthusiastic – this couldn't be true. The man looked at her and frowned again.

"T-That can't be true…"

"But it is G-"

"Don't say my name, please," he said with a stern voice. She looked over at him and nodded once saying she understood. He relaxed and motioned for her to finish telling him what had happened.

"I knew from the beginning he wasn't happy. He would always wear a smile that wasn't natural and whenever I asked him, he would get upset saying I was too worried. Being his mom, I knew him better than everyone else and I could tell something was wrong."

"I ended up cleaning his room one day and found an old picture," She said as she took out a small folded picture. She held it out, waiting for the man to take it. He plucked it from her hand, unfolded it and gasped when he looked at it.

It was a picture of him, as a little kid, and his arch-rival fishing together with their beginning Pokémon running around happy and joyous. He felt his hand crumple the picture and ignored the loud gasp from the lady. That was a pointless thing for her to show him. He shoved it in his pocket, looking over at her and frowning.

"He's hanging onto the past. You need to tell him he needs to get over i-"

"He won't allow himself to get over it. He feels like it's his fault because on that same day, you two got in a fight, didn't you?" She asked, reaching over and ruffling his hair.

"You two got in a fight about who was a better trainer and as a low blow, you brought up how he had no dad and then…"

"You have no dad! Your mom is a harlot, sleeping with anyone who's willing to take an ugly skank to bed!" The brunet boy cursed out to the raven-haired boy. The raven-haired boy pulled his hat down, hiding his face and biting his lip. Feeling satisfied, the brunet boy laughed and pointed at the raven-haired boy.

"Hah, see I was right! You'll never meet your real dad because I bet she doe-"

"I know you're right. Can we not discuss it?" The raven-haired boy said softly. The brunet looked at him, feeling his smile fall and his hand return to his side. With his eyes wide, he was stunned at what he had said.

"…What."

"You're right. I'm not dumb, everyone knows it. I'd rather not discuss it though."

"… N-No way," the brunet thought as he felt his hand cover his mouth. The raven-haired boy fixed his hat and glared at the brunet.

"But at least I still have one parent who actually gives a damn about me. Your parents come maybe once a month IF that. You sit on your high horse thinking everything in your life is perfect – but that's far from it. Your parents hate each other and instead of trying to work it out, they got a divorce. Then, they pawned you and your sister off on your grandfather because they were too conceited to care for you two. I understand my mom isn't perfect but you need a reality check – your life isn't as perfect as you think," The raven-haired boy shouted out, pointing at him at the same time.

The brunet boy has nothing to say and only looked over in disbelief. When the hell did he get the nerve to insult him? He was the all mighty G-

"Also, you're pathetic! We use to be best friends but when we both became trainers, you left me behind! We had planned to travel together, to see the world together – we promised each other to always be together. You left me out, as if I was a disease. I remember the night before. I called you up asking how excited you were but what did you do? You just sat there going 'uh huh' and 'yeah'. I thought you were nervous and I didn't really know what to do but then, to arrive at the lab and you acting as if you're hot shot when you just received your first Pokémon ever?" He shouted out once more.

The brunet boy coiled his fists up and went to shout back but was interrupted by more shouts from the raven-haired boy.

"You broke our promise –But I'll break you,"

The man felt his eyes widen and gasped. That son of a bitch did break him. That same night, he beat his Eevee out of rage because he had lost to a battle. He ended up losing all his respect, his family, his friends – most importantly his Pokémon. The man stood up abruptly, startling the lady. He grabbed her hand.

"Take me to my grandfather's lab."

After much traveling through the crowded streets, they finally made it the lab. The man stood tall, knocked on the door and had no emotion on his face. The door slowly opened and out came an elderly man. He looked up, trying to figure out who the man was until he spoke.

"It's my grandpa."

"What are you doing here, you ingrate. Run away from jai-"The elderly man went to continue until he was smacked across the face by the lady.

"He's your grandson. Don't you dare treat him as such because of his past; it was a mistake, get over it and be thankful he's here," The lady said angrily. The elderly man quieted down and looked up at his grandson. It had been a while since the man had seen his grandfather and the time didn't treat him well. He looked much older than he did five years ago and had copious amount of wrinkles.

He welcomed them both in and they sat down in the living room. The elderly man brought out three cups poured them all tea and they all sat quietly, sipping their tea. The silence was broken when a familiar Pokémon was heard running down the halls.

"Pika-chu!" Shouted a small, yellow creature. The little Pikachu seemed to be smiling and having fun as he was being chased by a Squirtle. The Pikachu stopped running, sniffed the air and looked directly at the man. The man froze up, wondering if the Pikachu could remember who he was.

"Pika…" The Pikachu said, as his ears lowered and he walked outta the room sad. The man, standing up quickly walked after the Pikachu, and when he went to pick him up, the Pikachu cried out and shocked the man.

"Tsk!"

"Pika! Pi- Pika!" The Pikachu shouted out angrily. The man back up, holding his hand that was shocked by the Pikachu. He looked down at his hand then back at the Pikachu. He should have known that wasn't a smart idea. He walked back to the living room and sat down in his chair. The elderly man looked over at him, and frowned.

"Why would you try to do that? You should have known that after all this time that Pikachu would be angry at you."

"I-I didn't think before I acted."

"Anyways, G-"

"Don't say my name please."

"… Grandson, what do you want from me."

"I wanna know where 'he' is."

"Who?"

"… Red. I want to know where he is. I have a matter to settle with him."

The old man hung his head low, and chuckled lightly.

"You should probably go visit your old house. You'll be surprised to see who lives there now."

The man, unsure of what his grandfather meant, looked over at the lady and shrugged. They had no other leads and maybe if he went back to his house, Daisy might still be living there and might know where Red is. The man and lady stood up, said their goodbyes and made their way back to his house.

When they arrived, the man noticed the sign he had made as a little kid was still there – and surprisingly in good condition.

"Look at that, it's still there…" The lady said as she brushed her hand over the sign. She chuckled lightly and with a coy smile looked over at the man.

"I remember when you two made these."

"Hey! Look at mine, " Red cried out happily as he put his paint brush down, showing the brunet boy his sign. The brunet boy looked at the sign, smiling in approval

"Yeah, it looks great… but not as great as mine Red!" The brunet boy shouted playfully at Red, holding his sign up. They both laughed and looked at each other with warm smiles.

"I can't wait till we get these in the ground. No one will mess with us because our signs will tell them all who owns Pallet town!" Red said, as he jumped up and down excitedly. The brunet boy smiled and threw his arm over Red.

"Yeah! We'll own this town – together and forever!"

The man traced his index finger over the faded green letters and said his own name out loud. The lady gasped but then smiled lightly.

"I'm going to assume you're feeling more comfortable with your name, Green," The lady said and she touched his shoulder lightly, making sure to get his attention. He looked over at her and shook his head 'yes'.

They looked up at his house and Green felt a small smile appear on his face. He was happy that his house was still in good condition. They both walked up calmly until Green noticed a shadow pass the one window. Curious, he ran up to the door, and grabbed the door knob, noticing it was unlocked. He opened the door quickly, almost falling as he entered the house.

"….Excuse you…" said a soft, manly voice. The man looked over at the voice and gasped. It was Red. He was a little bit taller but still shorter. His hair shined with health, his youthful face looked as age didn't visit him at all. His red, glistening eyes shined with shock and his mouth hung open.

They both stared at each other, unsure of what to do.

"You broke our promise – But I'll break you."

Red, frowned and looked disdainfully at Green. Green felt himself freeze up only able to stare at Red. It had been five years since they had last talked, battled or even seen each other. Green finally broke the silence by getting on his knees and bowing in front of Red.

Red, confused with actions, walked up, bent down and lightly brushed Green's hair from his face.

"What are you doing here?" Red asked gently, still bending down playing with Green's hair. Green quickly sat up, almost making Red fall over. He looked Red in the eyes and felt himself blush. He felt himself grind his teeth together until he finally calmed himself.

"You won. You did break me. I submit." Green said, while he noticed Red's facial expression change from a gentle, soft one to a cold and hard glare. He quickly stood up and stormed up his stairs.

"Well? Are you going to come up here or not?" Red shouted down annoyed. Green looked over at Red's mom, shrugging. Red's mom looked at the stairs then back at Green.

"You go up there; I need to get back to work anyways. Please, try to work this out and don't fight too much. He's very fragile right now and… he just needs his old friend back. He probably won't say it but he still considers you his best friend ever though you don't really like him. Please though, work this out – I just want everything to go back to normal," Red's mom said as she opened the front door. She said her final goodbyes to Green and left. Green waved goodbye to her and then walked up the stairs and entered the room Red was in.

He noticed that it was still his bedroom. His bed was made neatly with his favorite green covers covering the bed. His random posters from when he was a kid still hung up on the wall and it seemed everything in his room was untouched. He saw Red sitting on his bed.

He went to talk but was smacked by Red and pushed up against the well.

"W-What are you doing Red?" Green asked, unsure of what happened to the soft and gentle Red from a few minutes ago. Red looked up, pissed off, and slammed Green up against the wall again.

"You're acting like what happened all those years ago was planned. Don't you dare make it out like I was hoping you'd almost kill your Eevee and get sent to Jail. I was going to do what you did to me. I was going leave you behind when I became incredibly famous for my Pokémon skills. I was going to make you feel the pain I felt when we were kids."

"Red, look, I'm truly am sorry for the way I acted when I was a kid. I was a stupid punk who had no right to abandon you but you must realize Red, you did break me and you did make me feel like you did all those years ago…" Green said as Red loosened his grip on his shirt. He had tears weld up in his eyes and curling a fist, lightly hit it off of Green's chest.

"You don't understand what kind of pain I went through."

"Red, I do Und-"

"No, you don't! I - …"

"…?"

"I… I.." Red said mumbling out the last bit. Straining his ears, Green gently grabbed Red and hugged him. Red, who was blushing madly, hugged Green back crying as he finally said it loudly enough for Green to hear.

"I love you Green… I always have, ever since we were little kids. At first, I just admired you because you were so cool and so fun to be around. Then when we decided to do our journey together I was happy because to me right then and there, I felt as if we'd be together forever – but you tossed me aside as if I was yesterday's garbage. Then you never wanted to talk to me and when I realized I loved you, it was too late. You had made it clear that you hated me – and I had no chance of ever claiming your heart like you claimed mine," Red cried out, sobbing into Green's chest.

Green, stunned and not sure what to say tightened his arms around Red, hugging him closer and started petting his head lightly, consoling him. Green listened to Red sob for almost an hour until, no longer able to cry anymore, Red fell asleep in Green's arms. Green gently placed Red down on his bed and pulled the covers up over Red making sure he was comfortable and warm. Green tried to walk away quietly but a squeaky floor board said otherwise.

"Green…" a soft, gentle voice said. Green turned around to see Red still asleep but he was mumbling out his name. With a slight blush, he walked back over to his bed and looked at Red's sleeping face. His face looked calm and relaxed. He sat down next to Red on his bed, lightly touching Red's face. He pulled his hand back quickly when he noticed how cold he felt.

Panicking, Green quickly looked around his room for an extra blanket or something he could use to warm Red up. Unable to find anything he considered suitable, he looked at Red and didn't know what to do.

"Hey, Green. I'm really cold! I didn't know it'd be this cold," Whined a small raven-haired boy. The brunet boy frowned at him and pulled him in close.

"Well, my grandpa told me that we should stay close for warmth so, you know. We don't wanna end up getting sick and end up having to go home! We've been wanting to camp for a while and even if it's during the winter I think we can make it. We'll just have to keep each other warm!" The brunet boy shouted enthusiastically.

Red smiled at Green and clung to him close.

"Thanks Green. You're really smart and nice! I'm sure we'll have fun!" Red said happily. Green smiled back at Red and shook his head 'yes'.

Sighing, Green lifted up the blanket and joined Red in his bed. Red was lightly snoring which made Green smile lightly. He turned and faced the ceiling, sighing deeply. Maybe he needed a nap too.


End of Chapter One