A/N: Hey guys. Early chapter this week. A total of six chapters will be written, I think. Here's a question. Do you guys want it to be a GreenxRed friendship or a romance? The original pieces I'm writing only hints towards a friendship. I can write an extra chapter of them older and dating possibly. If you don't want that, let me know. If you do, let me know and I'll either put it in or make a separate story for it. Whoop.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or any of the characters used in this story. Its purely fan made.

When he returned to Kanto it was extremely impressive. With the strap of his bag slung over his shoulder he walked with confidence. He enjoyed the familiar roads, the familiar Pokémon running around happily. According to the border guards, Viridian city was nearby meaning he would be able to make a quick visit home. Daisy deserved it, it had been three years since he had last returned. With six Pokeballs inside of his bag, a few inches taller and the cocky smile on his face again he hoped she'd be proud. Just the thought of surprising her made him forget of the fact he would need to confront Red and his grandfather.

He didn't want to but he knew he needed to. It was the way he was supposed to mature after all. When he crossed Viridian city the assortment of buildings kept him awe struck for a bit. His eyes wandered to the gym, smiling at the fact it was up and running.

He wondered if Giovanni went back to it. He heard the leader of team rocket had went to train and become stronger due to being beaten by Red. Seriously, that kid was like, a fucking powerful shrink. Not to mention Red barely said over three words to people. Green would know, he had grown up with the quiet kid.

He went back down the familiar paths, Pallet town came into sight and he held his breath. He wondered how Red was doing. He hadn't heard a word about him from Daisy, she was very tight lipped about it. Occasionally Red's mother would be mentioned but just about how her and Oak had gotten extremely close. He wasn't sure if he was disgusted or not about that piece of information.

He walked up to his house, casting a glance to Red's house. The paint was chipped, the lights off signaling no one was home or probably retiring for the night. While looking he realized a red bicycle leaning on the side of the house. It was old, rusting and completely useless. There was no way anyone would be fixing that up anytime soon.

He went to his front door, giving a small sigh as he reached over and knocked on it. He knew Daisy wasn't asleep yet, she was waiting for his usual monthly call. Which he always forgot to do sometimes. She didn't mind, when he did answer her face would light up beautifully at the sight of him. He waited a bit longer, hands tucked into the sweaters pockets. Then, the door opened to reveal his older sister.

She was speechless, forest green eyes just staring at him like he really wasn't there. She leaped into his arms, tears streaming down her face as she laughed. He wasn't taller then her yet, he noticed with a frown. But she was good at making him feel tall at the way she hung off of him, sobbing like they hadn't spoken two months before.

"Green." She whispered, it was truly heartbreaking.

When she calmed down he was brought inside. He took up her offer of hot chocolate and some cookies, they warmed him up nicely. She didn't stop looking at him, bright smile never leaving her features. She still had her hair cropped short, a green night gown she had gotten from Processor Oak for her 15 birthday. She was a beauty, constantly being asked out by guys. Since as long as Green could remember, Daisy had rejected every claim. She didn't want their gifts or their luxuries. She had a family to care for and her strong and independent personality made it impossible for men to get close to her. He respected that immensely.

"Look at you, Green. So grown up." She smiled, walking behind him to wrap him up in another hug. "Wait till Grandpa sees you."

Ugh, right, damn. He didn't want to explain that to her just yet.

"Daisy, I don't want to see him."

She froze up a little. She gave him a quick squeeze before releasing him and walking back out in front of him. "What? Why not? He's family. I hope you aren't still mad at him."

Well, of course he was mad at the asshole. It wasn't fair and his sister knew it. It wasn't fair to either of them but at least Daisy was treated more fairly.

"I'm not mad. I just don't want to see him. Well, not unless I really have to. I don't need him fucking judging me."

She smacked him gently for the curse word. He gave a small pout at that.

The conversation was put on hold as she ushered him to bed. Professor Oak wasn't there, he was in his lab. Big surprise there...

He released his Pokémon from their poke balls and watched them inspect the area behind his house thoroughly. Daisy had her fill in checking them over. They all liked her right away. There was a curious look in her eyes when she viewed the new additions but she didn't tell him anything so he guessed he was off the hook.

He woke up to conversations downstairs. A new male and female voice had joined his sister. He sat up, knocking Eevee off of him in the process. She enjoyed laying flat on his chest which made it difficult to breathe sometimes. She stretched before heading out of the room to check on the rest of his team or Daisy. He was sure it was Daisy.

He dressed quickly, using the restroom before leaving his room and attempting to sort out his messy hair. He had a full day, he had a few things he had to do. He grabbed his bag on his way out, the empty poke balls hitting each other as he walked down the stairs. The first pair of eyes he met was his grandfathers. He didn't keep the contact for long ad he looked at the other woman in the room.

He knew her automatically. Red's mother was seated at the table, her dark hair pulled into a loose braid on her shoulder. She looked tired, she looked pale but she still managed to give him that warm motherly smile. She had been one of the closest things he had as a mother besides Daisy. She got up and wrapped him into a hug. "Well, you sure grew up handsomely, Green."

There was something about the way she spoke that made him feel like he was filling in for something. Someone else she wanted to hug?

His stomach fell to his shoes when terror seized him at the thought of that. Daisy's eyes said it all for him though. She released him and smiled warmly at him as a new feeling of anger filled up the terror.

His voice was shaking, "Where's Red?"

It pissed him off more when his grandfather was the one who answered him.

"We don't know."

Eevee ran ahead of him when they landed. He thanked Pidgeot before getting off himself. He was pissed, a hollow feeling in his chest.

Red had been missing for three years already, not one single call to his mother. Who the hell did he think he was?! He kicked at the ground letting out a flurry of curse words. Red, Red, Red! He always chose the path of a god damn victim! Why the hell did he go ahead and end up missing?! Red wasn't stupid, he couldn't get lost. No fucking way.

He walked down the familiar town, not really paying attention as he heard Pidgeot bat her wings and fly off to inspect the area she had been born in. Red was somewhere in Kanto, didn't have his bike and he sure as heck didn't have a place with a fucking cellphone. Red's disappearance caused Lance to become the champion again.

He heard the dragon master got quite good. Green didn't care. He could go and fight for the title of champion but it didn't appeal to him, it wasn't what he wanted anymore. He didn't know what he wanted from life anymore, honestly.

His thoughts paused when Eevee started shrieking. Honest to god, shrieking. Terror seized him as he looked up to run straight towards her. It was short lived when Pidgeot let out a furious scream.

"God damn it! Guys cut it out!" He exclaimed, hoping no one would think it was that strange. It was a small town and their destination was right in front of them. He bent down to pick up Eevee in his arms when he stopped. He felt the whole world stop.

He almost shrieked himself.

"No. You are fucking with me."

In front of him was a radio Tower. It looked new and the people that worked there stared at him strangely, wondering what his deal was. He couldn't breathe for a moment to even come up with a coherent response. Pidgeot landed beside him, letting out soft cries. He picked up Eevee and turned to his Pidgeot even if his eyes were burning.

"Calm down, its okay." He said silently, his voice didn't even sound convincing to himself.

"Are you here for the Pokémon tower?"

He turned sharply to the man who had spoken. It was an elderly man and he was followed by a few kids and a Marowak. Green nodded dumbly as the man gave an awkward smile.

"Ah, I knew when I saw you. Such grief in young eyes. Come with me, we are about to deliver flowers to the memorial site."

Green was confused but the man seemed familiar. He immediately figured it out. Mr. Fuji. He was a caretaker of Pokémon and always prayed at Pokemon tower. The tower that had been knocked down for a fucking radio tower.

Fuji led him up the hill but before he reached the cave, he moved a few rocks aside and led them to a large field. For a moment Green wasn't sure what he was looking at, then he saw it.

A large stone was in the middle of the area, many, many names scribbled on the stones surface. He ignored the kids speaking about the slab, he went straight forward. It was large, almost the size of a house in width. All the names were written in careful writing, etched onto the black marble surface. At the edges were large bouquets of dying flowers.

"Now then, when did your partner move on?"

Green stared at Fuji for a moment as he processed the words. Fuji was removing the dead flowers, throwing the water out before refilling it with clean water. The Marowak handed him a new bouquet.

"Three to four years ago..."

The man nodded, a sad understanding in his old eyes.

"I protested the tearing down of Pokemon Tower. Many people travel here just for that building. Its such a sad thing they've done. It took a lot of convincing before they allowed me to take this memorial site."

Memorial site... where were the bodies?

"Let's see. The name should be here along with the trainers name. Sadly, not all deceased Pokémon were brought over with trainers." He placed the flowers in the jar before standing up and running his eyes through the names. "Three years ago. Ah, that was such an eventful time. Team Rocket had been on the rise."

Green nodded numbly, still shocked they had done such a thing to his Raticate's grave site...

"It should be on this slab." Fuji moved away as Green inspected it almost missing it.

'Raticate

XXXX-XXXX

Best friend and teammate

-Green Oak-'

Those had been the words he wrote on Raticate's stone. He brushed his fingers on the writing, almost crying at the thought of all he missed. He couldn't even give Raticate a proper grave!

"The... the bodies. Where'd they go?"

Fuji looked up at him, smiling as he looked behind at the running kids. "The construction company was inconsiderate and dumped them all into a large hole, caskets and all... but look at the beautiful meadow that grew. The Pokemon were able to rest peacefully."

Green's breath caught in his throat. Eevee dropped to the ground, letting out whines as he dropped to his knees in front of the memorial slab. He took a deep breath and gave a watery smile to the slab. "Hey buddy. You always liked to mess with me."

Fuji left him there, Marowak hesitating before joining him in front of the slab. Together they sat and stared at it. Green's mouth moved numbly as he muttered a prayer for his Raticate, one he had repeated several times in Kanto when the anniversary neared. He paused, looked at the Marowak and slowly pieced it together. That had been the Cubone who had lost its mother. It was certainly all grown up. He smiled gently at it, a soft side he showed only to Pokémon. He grasped Marowak's hand and looked back towards the slab before giving a prayer for its mother.

When he finished paying his respects he stood up to rejoin Fuji. The man was waiting by himself, the children having all left. Marowak returned to his side dutifully. Green could sense the other was going to speak so he stood and stared at the old man.

"Ah. I remembered something else. You were that young boy who came three years ago. When Marowak's mother had recently passed."

Something clicked in Green's head and he was speaking before he could catch himself, "Have you seen Red? He's the one who soothed Marowak's restless spirit."

Through. Fucking. Force.

Honestly, Red was the only guy who could take on a god damn ghost and win. It hadn't even been a Pokémon, technically.

Fuji frowned, rubbing at his beard. "Ah! Red! That nice boy! I haven't seen him in quite awhile. The last time I saw him was three years ago in Pokémon tower, praying for a deceased Pokemon."

What? None of Red's Pokemon had died.

Fuji suddenly gasped.

"I believe it was your Raticate he was visiting. He left something there. He merely told me to make sure it stays for someone to see."

Green's heart skipped a beat, his stomach squeezed. What was Red doing praying to his Raticate? Red hadn't even known Raticate died, Green lied when he said he was there for ghost type pokemon.

They left the area to return to Fuji's house to retrieve the object. Green's thoughts continued to race. Was this the hint to finding Red?

Fuji handed him a small box, he opened it and stared at the items in confusion. On the side was a badge, one that confused him for a small moment. It was authentic looking, almost like it was-

No.

No.

Red did not.

He didn't.

Green put the box down to grab the badge and turn it over in his hand. Red did.

"What the fuck is that idiot thinking." He hissed to himself, gripping the badge tightly.

In his hand was Red's badge. The badge stating and recognizing Red as the champion of Kanto. The badge Raticate tried to help him get. The badge they had fought over.

He looked back into the box to look at the piece of paper that had been folded into fours. A picture of a pikachu was drawn at the end with an Eevee. Okay, they were ten so he'd let that pass. He opened it and stared.

A whole piece of paper and only six words written on it.

Red was certainly a fucking idiot but he had to admit it was something Red would write for sure. Even if it left him with fresh pain.

'I don't want this talent. I'm sorry.'