Adventure
Green remembers his childhood. And Red's childhood. It was full of adventure, of country-crossing travels.
Of crossing each other, immature bickerings and pokemon battles.
Angst
Red has left for Mt. Silver again. Alone.
Crossover
A very gay looking man and a man in snakeskin shoes try to convince Red to turn back.
Future Fic
Five years later, Red returns to civilization.
Horror
To his horror, the Viridian Gym has been long abandoned. Haunted, the people say. Green is nowhere to be found. Not in his house, not at lab. And no longer in the gym with his ace trainers, waiting for challengers at the end of teleporters labyrinth.
Parody
The new eighth gym is now in Viridian Forest, a gym specialised in bug-type. Compared to its predecessor, it is but a parody of the former.
No longer Kanto has a badge that allows its holder to control all pokemons.
Sci-Fi
The rockets to the moon was completed years ago. For a small fee, people and their pokemon can now take a trip to the brighter side of the moon and meet clefairies. If Red has heard it sooner, he would have dismissed it as science fiction.
Tragedy
Red has travelled through Kanto. And Johto. But still no sight of Green.
For the second time of his life, Red feels forlorn.
OOC (out of character)
Then, Red discovers that, in a rather out of character way, Green has left him a note. On a pretty charizard and blastoise printed letter paper too, it seems, even if it is now mouldy and discoloured.
Upbringing
Oak sometimes wonders if he has raised his grandson wrong. Delia, on the other hand, never thought she has raised her son wrong, even if in the last eight years Red was the more problematic one.
Maybe they worried too much. Maybe Red and Green's upbringing was just fine. Because the last nine years were just a winter they struggled and maybe slept through, hidden from others, grew and budded silently under the metaphorical snow.
The young men who were once children hugged each other in the air, their charizard and pigeot holding them by the back of their shirt as they nod to each other, as pikachu and eevee dance on their trainer's head.
Once their feet are safely on solid ground, Green presents new friends to Red: a tall young woman in blue with same intensity of strength as Red, with dark grey eyes that seem to be blazing from inner fire, and a tomboyish petite young woman very at ease with pokemon.
Soon old friends rush in to see Red, including the red haired young man, his cute fiancee, the cheerful pokemon breeder with typhlosion and the owner of Burnt Tower Suicune. And all the old gym leaders, elite four, champions and trainers, professors and assistants, transfer and box technicians. Even some ex-Team Rockets. Red didn't know he has met so many people.
"Welcome back, Kanto Champion Red!"
Future fic (again)
Another year passes. Red has, at Green and Yellow's suggestion, settled down. Blue hopes she could have some adventure with her new best friend and not-blood-related twin brother, but when she realises another life is now growning inside her, she settles down as well.
"Did you know," she says to Red, in a casual but warm tone one would use to speak to one's beloved twin brother, "the whole five years I've spent with Green was like a honeymoon. I bet no one else had a honeymoon that long." After a pause a giggle, she adds "I kind of envy you, you who had known him all your life."
If only she knew how much of a douchebag Green used to be.
But then again, even if she knew, it'll be fine, and if she was Red and known Green since they were in diapers, she would have beat him straight with her pokemons around the first two years of Green's douchebag era, just like how Red did. Exactly like that.
Red waits in the living room, an eevee egg on his lap and pikachu on his shoulders. From the kitchen, the smell of food being prepared. Standing beside the stove is Green in a dark green apron, humming a song that Red has never heard of, yet finds familiar. Blue joins in the humming and the two airs merges... but something is still missing. Red listens, eyes closed, immersed in this feeling so foreign yet so much like home, and remembers.
A third humming, at first cold like the hail of mountaintops then gradually defrosts into a red hot ember, joins the melody.
Red will not leave for Mt. Silver alone ever again.
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