A/N: Let's hope things can be more consistent now…
After Being Blue
Poke Ball 5: Digimon
'Why couldn't Pokemon just stay in computers,' Blue found himself grumbling as he threaded his way through his grandfather's backyard in his stuffy new suit. It was large and spacious and beautiful and as a kid he'd loved playing there.
But now it was painfully overcrowded with Pokemon. His Pokemon…and Red's. And people…but Pokemon tended to take up extra room. Especially when Pokemon were the likes of Rhydon and Blastoise and Pidgeot and Arcanine and Exeggutor and Alakazam and Machamp and Tyrannitar and Gyarados…
And Red's Snorlax. That big tub of fat that even Machamp with its distinct type advantage struggled against who now snoozed happily under a berry tree. And there was an Eevee bouncing on its stomach as well.
Blue was pretty sure it wasn't his Eevee. It was much too small. So it was probably Red's.
He hadn't even known Red had an Eevee.
He wasn't sure why he was feeling cut up about that either. Or why he wanted to hide in a corner away from his Pokemon as they lay about.
But of course he'd trained his Pokemon better than that, and a nuzzle to his leg from his Eevee and a call to the other Pokemon brought them all to the tree he'd been leaning against.
And their chattering, even though he couldn't understand their different languages, was as plain as day.
'We lost,' he snapped finally, annoyed. 'We were there, at the top of the world, and we lost.'
Yes, they were all disappointed. Their eyes were a tired red. Their mouths were set lines.
But then Machamp punched a nearby rock hard enough to crack it and Blue plainly saw the difference between them and him.
'Challenge him again?'
Even Eevee roared its agreement. His grandfather's guests looked towards them. Even they could feel the energy building up. Blue was sure if he disagreed Rhydon would skewer him with its horn – or Machamp would punch him or Gyarados would bite him or Pidgeot would peck the life out of him or some combination – and he didn't plan on dying at the hands of his Pokemon. Not at all.
They'd all get stronger. And they'd get back to the top of the world again.