Hi~! This is my very first story... I hope I'm doing a good job here. I'm just a 15-year-old boy who
have loads of imagination. Well, enough with that.
Hope you'll all enjoy~!
~Red Heartgold ZX~
Our story begins as a 16-year-old boy with black, spiky hair & a crimson-colored cap sticking off his head, with a crimson-red jacket open with a black shirt inside, walked into a field with beautiful flowers & silent trees around. Beside him was a Pikachu, whom he called "Pika".
"Growlithe, use Flamethrower!"
A flare of scarlet flames shot out from behind & attacked the boy & his Pikachu.
Just then, "Pikachu, Double Team!"
Multiple shadow clones duplicated from the electric rodent w/c let it dodge the deadly flare. The boy also managed to dodge it, gracefully.
"Hmm, seems like you still like to prefer the silent & mild-mannered way, huh, Gray?"
The boy who commanded the Flamethrower was a boy with brownish, spiky hair & black shirt with purple jeans. His eyes were as mysterious as the moon, with a shine of silver, reflecting a vast soul.
"Hmph. Looks to me like your Pikachu has learned a new move..."
"Heh. Got that right. Ever since Pika evolved into a Pikachu a year ago, it got better in speed & evasion."
Pika climbed into the crimson-eyed boy's right shoulder & smiled at Growlithe.
"Well, duty calls. Looks like I still have a job to do."
"A job...?"
"Yep... Hey, didn't you get the same job? By your grandpa, Professor Oak?"
"Hmph. Maybe, maybe not. That's none of your business now, Red."
"Hehe. Okay, okay. Well, guess I'll be leaving then."
Then the boy turned around while putting his hand on his back pocket, reaching into a red-and-black device. It's labeled: "RED" in the top right.
And the boy, which the silver one called 'Red', & his Pikachu, w/c is called 'Pika', ran to the horizon, following a magnificent sunset.
And a new adventure is about to begin...