A/N: This will be a short story. Possibly four chapters in total. I don't have a beta so I apologize for the bad grammer and possible mistakes. I'm trying my best. If you point them out I might find some time to fix it up. Due to this being my shortest series. Im not going to drag it out that much. Hope you guys enjoyed! Leave a review or something, I'd appreciate it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon or anything used in this story. Purely fan made and in no way used for profit.

He kept remembering the things that had been said to him when he was alone. It started with Red, the words the boy had told him when they were younger. They had helped a pidgey once, taped its broken leg together before releasing it. Red had smiled, looked at him and said Pokémon were mysterious and wonderful creatures. Green had agreed but he had never seen anything through Red's eyes, it was impossible.

His grandfather and Red saw it the same way though. He remembered seeing Red curled up beside his grandfather, smile on his pale face as Pokemon were talked about. Then Green would remember how he was always waved off whenever he asked his grandfather to know what Red knew.

'Its a talent Green, when I see it in you, I'll tell you everything.'

Green wished they'd just let him know. He had always wanted to know what Red shared with his grandfather that Green didn't. Red had looked at him, smiled and said, 'You know all of this already, Green. You just don't want to see it.'

What the hell did that even mean?!

He left to Johto the day he severed his ties with his grandfather. Well, Green had mentally, the professor didn't even know yet. When he had left the house he wondered if Daisy noticed it. He wondered if she had also noticed his belt where he was two Poke balls short.

Johto was a weird place, he didn't recognize any of the surroundings and he felt like he was embarking on his journey again. He turned behind him, dull green eyes expecting to see that childish figure of Red. Red had always tagged behind him and did much more then Green was bothered with to do. Stepping through the gates he made himself a promise, he would forget about Red.

He would forget about those ties in Kanto and worry about his Pokemon. About how he would make it up to his four closest friends in the world. When he arrived he had went to a secluded place in the forest and released them to feed them. They were excited and ventured around to check out the land. He allowed it, as long as they came back in time before it got dark. He'd have to stay at a Pokemon center for the night. He was low on cash...

Eevee stayed with him, curled up on his lap as he pet her soft fur. He could see his Pidgeot flying around, keeping tabs on his other Pokémon. He had begun to doze off when a scream tore through the air and snapped him to attention.

Without wasting a moment he went towards where he had heard it. He was shocked at what he saw. A boy dangled over the edge of a cliff, Arcanine whining. He could tell he didn't have much time, he whistled for his Pidgeot as he ran over and bent over to grab his arms.

The first thing he saw was wide tearful golden eyes. Black messy hair that pointed in awkward directions before Green leaned back to pull him upward with him. Arcanine took Green's jacket in his mouth and yanked them both back onto solid ground. Pidgeot screeched as she landed, providing back up as Green brought the kid into his arms and pulled back. He panted a bit, releasing the golden eyed kid as they both took a breather.

"I-Is that, that your Arcanine?"

Green stared at the child, who looked to be a little younger then him, too young to own his own Pokemon.

"Yeah." Green replied honestly. He waited for the boy to freak out, he knew Arcanine might have accidentally scared him.

It never came, instead he got to his feet and tackled the beast into a hug. "Oh my gosh wow! He's so cool! I want a Pokémon like him! You're so lucky! I mean, I was a little scared at first but he's really loyal! And-!"

The kids eyes were shinning, his face staring at Arcanine with so much awe Green felt his chest tighten at the look.

'It's a talent, Green.'

It was. Now that Green had cleared his mind of his feelings he saw it. Not in himself, but in the child he just saved. He had a talent, one that shinned brightly as Arcanine slowly bowed his head and affectionately rubbed his head against the boys cheek. It was like looking at Red again. It made him mad, it made him pissed beyond belief but suddenly the boy turned those wide eyes to him. "Wow! You aren't from here, are you? I can't wait to get Pokémon of my own! I know when I do I want to battle you!"

There was a shine in his eyes that made it impossible for Green to hate. It was like looking at a young Red again. It was with this boy that some of the sourness in his heart started to leave him.

Green grinned, "I'll be looking forward to it, bean sprout!"

The boys name was Ethan, he was seven, turning eight in a few months. With pleading eyes the kid managed to get Green to stay in the forest, just so he could play with his Pokemon. The trainer didn't mind as much as he thought, enjoying the way his Pokémon jumped at the idea and played with the kid.

"Green? That's a really weird name."

Green rolled his eyes at Ethan's comment. "Only the best are named like that! Pokémon trainer Green has a nice ring to it. Its unique."

The kid pondered that as he stared at the trainer. Eevee casually laid on Ethan's head.

"It is..." he mumbled. A few moments later he jumped forward. "I want a name like that! I'm going to be a Pokémon master, after all!"

The dream left his heart a little bit broken but he still managed to pull off a smile at the kid.

"You want a trainer name to go by? I think you can pull it off."

It took him only a small moment to decide what to call him. He always knew he'd be called Green, the color itself represented him in a nutshell, something about the color itself was engraved in his personality. The same way that Red was. Red was fiery, he was passionate and the guy was everything Red should be. But Ethan was different.

Without hesitation he spoke the words that would brighten the kids future. "Trainer Gold."

Gold, an outstanding color that was rare. Gold was rare and fought after. Gold was majestic, tied to many things but always ending up on top. He liked the way Ethan's eyes sparkled at the name as he grinned.

"Gold..." Ethan rolled it over on his tongue. "I like it!"

When it started to get dark, he took the tired Ethan back to his home on Arcanine's back. All his Pokémon returned to his side and he returned them to their balls as he walked beside Ethan. It was a small town, reminding him of Pallet town.

"Here!" Ethan handed him some cash, a few potions mixed into it as he opened the door to his home. His golden eyes shined as Green stood back, smirk on his lips. "I want to challenge you in the future, Green. So make sure I can find you alright?"

The rivalry in his eyes lit a fire within Green. He wasn't looking at Ethan anymore, he was looking at Trainer Gold. A cocky kid who, with the right support and training, would accomplish many things.

"When that happens, I'll wipe the floor with you, Kid. So make sure you get strong. I'll be in Kanto when the times right."

Gold stared at him before nodding. "You bet! I won't keep you waiting!"

Leaving the small town Green had a smile on his face. He returned Arcanine to his poke ball when he sensed the other was tired. He traveled to a nearby Pokémon Center as he thought over Gold's words.

"A Pokémon master, huh?" An image of Red flashed in his mind for a small second. Pokémon master had always been Green's dream but Red had fought for it as well. He still hated Red's guts but he knew he was on the road to forgiving him. Maybe one day he'd go back and talk to Red. Maybe one day he'd be able to call Red his friend again. For now, Green would enjoy the region of Johto.

It took him awhile before he decided to take the gym leaders challenge. Maybe it was just a way to reassure himself that he wasn't a weak trainer, a way to light those dreams in his system again.

The first gym leader was easy, he had skill but it wasn't difficult. Green wasn't a rookie trainer, it didn't prove a challenge to him. Faulkner had presented the gym badge to him and Green found himself rejecting it before he could even process it. He didn't want anymore badges. It didn't matter how many he had, he wasn't going to be the best. Red always would.

Being a special case, Faulkner gave him a letter when he visited Bugsy. The kid was more reluctant but gave in. He was finished very quickly with a few quick moves from Arcanine. Again, he refused the gym badge, something twisting in his gut. He didn't want them, something felt wrong about getting them.

His next leader was Whitney. He felt satisfaction when the girl burst into tears when he won. She had actually made Arcanine swoon for her damn Miltank that it bordered on annoying. He battled with Eevee and in a few short moves his pissed off starter Pokémon wiped the floor with her.

While traveling around, he found a few Pokémon he invited into his group. He wasn't harsh, he wasn't strict. He looked at all his Pokémon carefully, searching for what he needed to make it up to his Pokémon. His new additions to his team were Rhydon and Tyranitar. He was a little shaky and they were aggressive Pokémon.

He faced the fourth gym leader Morty and nearly lost due to Rhydon's stubbornness to listen to his commands. He then took his small group and decided to figure out the Pokémon's problem. Rhydon then proved to be just like him, abandoned by previous trainers due to being stubborn. If it had been a year ago, he would have gotten rid of it to.

This time he put the time and effort in to gain Rhydon's trust, to warm up to the pokemon with a gentleness he hardly used before.

This time, they approached Chuck with a new bond that couldn't be severed so easily. It was easier with Tyranitar. It was a proud creature by nature, Green wouldn't deny that. He had been attacked by it when he ventured too close. It took a lot of coaxing to get out of that dangerous position. Had he called out a Pokémon it would have made it ten tines worse.

While intruding, he tried to figure out what the Pokémon was trying to protect. On closer inspection, a male Tyranitar was in the cave, hurt from a previous battle with a trainer. It was in bad shape and Green knew it wouldn't survive another night. He called in Eevee for peaceful negotiations and after a very heated thirty minutes he was allowed inside to heal the other Tyranitar.

The rest just fell into place after that. Tyranitar saw his brother wasn't harmed and eventually went to follow Green and join his team. With a full team, he challenged the next gym leader with a full heart, old wounds finally healing in the presence of Pokémon. Jasmine was next, a cute girl with a weird taste in Pokémon. With a new fire in his eyes he defeated her easily with his complete team. He was becoming known within the region of Johto as a kid who didn't receive gym badges. He didn't mind being known as that, he was glad no one called him out as Oak's grandson.

Pryce was next, an ice type that proved to be more difficult then Green intended. With a new vigor in the training of his pokemon he came out on top, cheering like he had once done in the start of his journey.

When the last leader came, the end of his detour journey neared. He was hitting the age of twelve now, having spent a year in Kanto then one in Johto. He missed his birthdays but received a call from his sister on that day. She was thinner but smiling happily to keep his dreams and hopes up. It was enough to lift his spirits for the final gym.

Her name was Claire, being related to Lance he was scared of how she'd act. He didn't hatw the ex-champion of Kanto but he didn't love him either. Just found him a little annoying with his fucking dragons. Sucks when you barely get through one Dragonite only to realize he had another one to fuck you over with.

She was a hard strong woman, proud. She gave him the best battle he had in months. It was exhilarating and he felt breathless at the end as he laughed, holding his sides at the feel of an intense battle like that. That was the first time he felt the need to battle Red again. That was the first time he had felt the need to do anything with Red.

The hate was evaporating as he matured. He wasn't ready to return yet. But he would be and when he did, he was going to fight Red, not caring about the outcome and merely fight for the feel of it with his Pokémon with him every step of the way.