RedxGreen
Sorry, I know Green doesn't have an Eevee but I always liked the juxtaposition of the two together, not to mention the other comparison of those two with Red and Pikachu. Thank you for the reviews!
Just for reference for this story:
-X- means a change in character group
X means a change in time or location but with the same group of characters.
This chapter: more questions asked than answered.
Spite
Hours later…
The man sat before his computer as a dial tone droned on throughout the room. He sighed after a moment of no response and turned off the device.
For the past couple of hours, Oak had been trying to learn of Green's current status but with all the missed calls and the lone Pokémon with them, he was beginning to assume the worst. Something horrible must have happened to the Eevee and its trainer was not to be heard from. Knowing his grandson, the boy would never let this much damage befall any of his Pokémon, let alone get separated from them. So, then what happened?
"What's on your mind, Professor?"
Turning to the voice, the old man realized he had forgotten his company. Oak stared at Crys for a moment as he tried to organize his thoughts.
"Where to start? I have so many questions...Where is my grandson, what happened to his Eevee, and why is it here alone without him?" The man studied the tiny Pokémon again, looking intently at the bandaged wound under its eye. " I can't even get a hold of Green and that was at least my twentieth try dialing his number."
"Well, that doesn't mean anything, right?" said Crys nervously, " He might be busy with a battle at his gym or… maybe he's sleeping."
The brunette inwardly cringed at her last suggestion, knowing full well that it was only late afternoon. She cautiously peered over at the man, but by the looks of it, the professor didn't notice what she said. He was probably distracted by his concerns to register her terrible attempt of reassurance. She wouldn't push her luck any further.
Crystal left the man to his thoughts as she turned back to the sleeping Pokémon. She really couldn't think of any scenarios that could explain what happened...at least without assuming the worst. Even if she could imagine it, there was no way to verify the truth or figure out what happened to Green. The girl closed her eyes and furrowed her brow in frustration. The whole thing was just a big mystery. If only the little Eevee could just tell them what happened instead of them playing these guessing games.
Crystal sighed again. " I wish I knew what you were thinking," she whispered under her breath.
The Professor's eyes widened in realization. "That's it!" he exclaimed standing up and gathering the Eevee into his arms, " Crys, you're a genius! Why didn't I think of that before?"
Without an explanation, the man ran out the door leaving the Cry's in her chair.
"Wait professor!" she yelled as she ran after him, "Where are you going?"
X
Route 1
Crystal breathed heavily as she followed the professor down the road. She looked ahead towards the older man, still hunched over the injured Pokémon in his arms.
"Where are we going, Professor?" she asked between breaths, "Shouldn't we be taking care of the Eevee at your lab?"
They had been running for a couple of miles without any stops and the Professor was still keeping pace. She was still amazed by his demonstrations of youth, but this was just ridiculous! Where could they possibly go that was any better than at the lab that was practically its own Poke-center.
'All I said was I wish we knew what you were thinking,' thought Crys, ' What's that supposed to help?'
Oak ignored the girl's questions for he was too preoccupied thinking about his grandson again. He hoped the boy wasn't hurt like his poor Eevee but he had his doubts. Sending all of the other kids into the different regions, he was well aware that they were bound to run into dangerous situations, but he had gauged all of their skills and could tell they could take care of themselves, especially Green. Nevertheless, he couldn't take any chances and rule out the worst possibilities. During their entire sprint, Oak could not shake off the strangest feeling of déjà vu.
'Hmm… yes, almost exactly the same I think,' thought the professor as looked at the Eevee in his arms, 'but that can't mean that Green was…"
"Professor! Look out!" screamed Crys.
The man looked up to see a large tree only a couple of feet in front of him.
"Gah!"
Oak panicked seeing there was not enough time to change his course. He tried his best to slow down a little but there was no way he wasn't getting out of this one. He did what he could see as the only next best idea and turned his shoulder forward so that he would take the brunt of the force. His priority was to save the Eevee.
Crash!
Crystal covered her mouth as she watched the professor run almost full speed into the tree. Oak's hold on Eevee loosened as he made contact with the trunk. Crys watched the small Pokémon fly out of the man's arms, taking a split second to react. Despite how fast she could run, she knew she could never reach where the Pokémon was going to land in time. Crys closed her eyes and turned her head away.
"Kitty! Catch it!"
Crystal's eyes snapped open at the sound of the familiar voice. To her surprise, Eevee was not on the ground, but resting safely on the back of a Butterfree that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. She sighed in relief as she jogged over to the two Pokémon, looking around to see where the voice came from.
A young girl with a straw hat suddenly dashed out from behind some trees. Before Chrys could react, the girl jumped towards her, wrapping her arms around the brunette's waist.
"Crys! It's so great to see you again!"
Crystal grinned down at the older girl and returned the hug.
"Yellow! It's been so long!" she exclaimed as they stepped back from each other, "what are you doing here?"
"Well, I live here," Yellow answered matter-of-factly, "I mean, Viridian is my hometown, you know."
"Oh, yeah, I knew that," Crys rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment, " So, we're already in Viridian already?"
Yellow smiled. "I guess I should be asking you what you're doing here."
"Oh well, that's a long story. I was in Pallet visiting the Professor, and this Eevee showed up out of nowhere really hurt. When Professor Oak saw it he treated the best he could at the lab. Then he started brooding about the Pokemon, but I said something that made him just get up and run with Eevee in this direction and then he crashed into that tree over there," she explained pointing in the direction of a dented tree, " Yeah, that's about the whole story."
A short silence passed before the two girls realized what they had completely overlooked.
"Professor!" they yelled in unison running towards the broken tree.
X
Viridian City – Yellow's Home
"Well, your Eevee is still asleep and fully healed now" said Yellow walking into the room with a bright smile, "How are you feeling, Professor?"
"I'm feeling much better, thank you," answered Oak, turning his attention to Crys who was dabbing a cotton ball with some ointment, "It was only a little bump on the head and a few scraps here and there. Ow!"
"Hold still Professor! You need to get yourself bandaged up," said Crys, focusing on her work.
"Yes, yes, I'll hold still. Anyway Yellow, you must be wondering why we came to Viridian with that Eevee in that condition." The professor looked over at the young girl only to receive a blank expression. He coughed in his fist and continued, " Well, that Eevee was very beat up when it came to us and I did the best I could to patch it up. The severity of its wounds kept telling me that it wasn't hurt in any ordinary Pokémon battle. The whole time I was working with Eevee, I had this strange sense that I had seen the scenario before."
Crys stepped away from the man as she finished dressing his wounds and handed him an ice pack to put on his head. The two girls situated themselves on the couch directly across from the older man.
"I felt that something had gone horribly wrong to get Eevee in that condition, some kind of brutal fight that was too much for it despite its level." The man frowned as he turned his gaze to the ground. " In my opinion, it seems that someone, or something, was trying to kill the poor Pokémon, very similar to the way Pika looked when it had found its way back to my lab after Red's battle with Bruno and apparently Lorelei and Agatha a few years ago."
"What?" exclaimed Yellow, " Red's in trouble again?"
"No, No!" said Oak, " This has nothing to do with Red. This is about my grandson."
Yellow hesitated a little after hearing Oak's last few words, "…Green?"
The old man nodded. Oak took off the ice pack on his head and set it down on the table. "The Eevee that we had brought to you is his. I fear that something has happened to him. I've tried calling him but he hasn't answered once." The man focused on the blonde headed girl, "Let me ask you, have you seen him at all around Viridian today?"
"Umm…well, I don't know," answered the girl, "I guess now that you mention it, I did pass by the gym the day before yesterday, I think." Yellow fidgeted in her chair, looking uncomfortable under the professor's intense stare. "I saw him locking the door, so he was going somewhere. He waved to me and I think I remember seeing his Eevee walking with him…"
The man sat back in his chair and meditated on what he had just heard. "He left with his Eevee and now, Eevee is here and Green is missing."
"Professor, like I said before, we can't assume the worst right away!" reasoned Crys, "I mean, maybe the two got separated and Eevee just got hurt trying to find a way back to Green."
"We all know that Green would never be so careless to lose any of his Pokémon," retorted the Professor, " and I have tried calling Green several times but he never answered once: very unlike him too." He turned to Yellow again, "I brought Eevee here not only hoping you could use your powers to heal it quickly but also to read its thoughts so I can put my worries to rest."
Yellow nodded vigorously, " Of course! I'll do anything to help."
As if on queue, the Eevee tiredly walked into the room. The three of them turned to watch as the Pokémon made its way to the center of the room. Yellow quickly kneeled down next to it, supporting the Eevee as it weakly called out.
"Whoa, little friend, your injuries might be healed but you're still pretty exhausted. Don't push yourself too hard."
Eevee!
Oak and Crystal crowded around Eevee too. " I think it's trying to say something," said Crystal.
" Actually, it's not an 'it', it's a girl," corrected Yellow. Crystal's eyes shifted from the Pokémon to Yellow, a trace of annoyance on her face.
" This is perfect!" said Oak, " Now that it…I mean, she's awake you can use your powers!" Eevee called out again, as if she was agreeing to the man's words.
"Oh, were you listening to us from the other room?" questioned Yellow, " You must really have something to tell us." The girl put her hand up to the Pokémon's head. "Well let's do this then."
She closed her eyes, letting the images of Eevee's memories flow into her.
-X-
Somewhere in Johto…
Across the gold-tinted road, the sound of wheels rumbling echoed through the mountain pass. Gold rode on his skateboard through the trail between Blackthorn and his hometown, taking advantage of the quiet evening to get a little exercise on the road. Coming up to a ridge, he smirked slightly as he bent his knees. Before his front wheels reached the edge, Gold stomped down on the tail of his board, popping himself over the obstacle.
"Yeah!"
Mid-way through his jump, Gold felt his pokegear on his wrist vibrate vigorously. He landed on the ground, sliding his back wheels forward to a stop.
Gold removed his goggles and looked down at the device. "Now who could that be?"
"Gold, get over to Viridian City right now!" called out Crystal from the tiny screen.
"Whoa, what? No hello, Crys?" joked Gold, " Just straight to the demands, I see." The boy laughed out loud but slowly quieted down when he noticed the girl's glare through the device. " Tsh, still a serious girl as usual. Why do I need to go over there all of a sudden? I was just starting to have fun."
" I'm not playing with you, Gold," said the girl sternly, " I can't explain now but Professor Oak is gathering all of us together."
Gold's expression quickly changed as he finally sensed that something was up. "The old man wants us?"
"Yes!" answered Crystal. Gold noticed that she sounded extremely rushed and a nervous tone could just be barely made out in her voice. "Now do me a favor and call Silver to pass on the news because I still need to get a hold of Red and Blue." The receiver clicked off as Crystal's screen went black.
'Hmm, something big must have happened,' thought Gold as he went through his contacts to find Silver's name, 'It's about time we got a little action.'
-X-
Mt. Silver…
A faint light shined through the fabric of a discarded backpack sitting by the cave wall. Red's eyes snapped open at the sound of the rumbling vibrations, annoyed by the interruption from his sleep. The boy ran his fingers through his raven hair, squinting his eyes at the bright light coming through the cave's mouth from the sun. The sun was setting, and yet, he was just waking up.
'Ah I still feel a little sluggish,' he thought to himself as he crawled towards his pack, 'Why did I even go to sleep so late anyway?'
Rummaging through the bag, he finally pulled out his Pokegear that flashed for the incoming call.
'Oh yeah, that's why.'
Red stared at the screen for a while waiting until the device went dark again. He tossed it back on top of his bag and got to his feet to walk back to the extinguished fire.
'I bet that was Green trying to call just to say sorry he didn't show up or something,' thought Red as he sat down again and stared off into the distance.
He felt immature for ignoring the call. Even if he expected the other boy to bail, he was still annoyed. He had spent the whole night waiting up for Green to show. It was only sometime after sunrise that he finally gave up and let himself fall asleep. Red clicked his tongue - if he wasn't going to come, the least the other trainer could have done was give him a heads up.
The Pokegear vibrated again as Red shifted his glare in its direction. The boy huffed and pulled his leg up to his chest, resting his cheek on his knee so that he would face away from the sound. He really didn't feel like hearing the excuse.
There was a slight shuffle next to him where he had left Pika asleep wrapped in the green blanket. The Pokémon's ear twitched as it lifted its head to look up at its trainer.
Chuu…
Red smiled down at the sleepy Pokémon and reached down to pet its head. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you, buddy."
The phone was silent again by the time Pikachu had gotten up and began stretching its body. The mouse Pokémon cocked its head slightly to the side, silently questioning the boy.
"Don't worry about it. C'mon, let's go for a walk now that the snow has stopped."
Pika!
Red stood up and watched Pikachu scamper out of the cave completely energized only after mere seconds of waking up.
As he bent over to pick up his hat, the phone went off again making the boy flinch in frustration. He put the cap on his head and turned his back to the device. Red took one step but hesitated, looking back at the tiny glowing screen fighting with the feeling that he should answer it.
He turned away, the whole time feeling the butterflies grow in his stomach the further he walked away from the call.
-X-
A chilling wind blew gently from the west through the quiet road. In the dead of night, the small town was already asleep save for a few houses that still shined dimly through the darkness. Taking advantage of the lightless new moon, a hooded man lurked in the shadows towards his intended destination.
Where he was going was not his final stop but more like a detour attraction. He didn't have to visit this place, but the man always made a point to pass by before he went back into hiding. It had become habitual long before they defiled what he held dear.
Stopping in his tracks, a tall tower stood before him. At the very top, a red light could be seen against the twilight, flashing every so often atop a thin antenna. The visitor frowned as he turned his head to look back at the covered hindrance weighing him down. The man pulled at the cloth, exposing only the boy's head that was resting on his shoulder.
"Look. Isn't it repulsive?" he asked, knowing he would not get a response.
The child was still passed out but thankfully the wound on his head had stopped bleeding. It had taken some time, the extremity of the trauma clear from the trails of dried blood down his face. The man smirked at the sight and adjusted the other body more comfortably on his back. Glancing one more time at the building, he took off to the North and disappeared into the rugged terrain leading to Rock Tunnel.
Sorry, Green's part was really short but I don't like giving too much information in one chapter. Anyway, I was going to wait until the next chapter to wake him up and get him being his great self again. Hopefully the area that they were in at the end was pretty obvious despite efforts to make it obscure. Reviews are always appreciated
