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[ …Headcanon. ] 

●Success and failure are two sides of the same coin. How a coin lands, though, is entirely up to luck. But, life is no coin. Green does not believe in luck. One does not simply gain or get ahead in life at random— success is achieved with hard work, failure is received when not enough work was given. If luck were on a coin, its polar would be karma. Because they are reflections, the same rules apply to this idea in Green’s mind. The world cannot punish you, but, you can punish yourself. Karma is a simple trick of guilt: they say one mistake leads to another, but that doesn’t change the fact that the mistake was made from your own actions. If you refuse to change those actions that caused your mistake, you will continue to fail. That is karma.

Positivity blames success to luck; negativity blames failure to karma.

That is the coin.

But, Green’s life is not coin, and the only thing he has to blame for the outcome is himself.

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Finally, he’d done it. He had caught Totodile.
Ethan’s sweet little Chikorita could pack an awful punch. Somehow surprised by the sheer amount of power put into that last move, the Trainer examines the now-filled Pokéball excitedly. “We did it! Great job, Chikorita!” The small leaf beast trills happily when he compliments it. He’d been just as excited when he’d added Chikorita to his team, taking it down in a sea of flame with his trusty starter (now evolved into a confident Quilava).
The golden boy of Johto returns Chikorita to its ball, attaching both Pokéballs to his belt before walking on. Ethan’s practically skipping along to Violet City, thinking of all the new ways to bring forward Totodile’s true power. The path is winding and wooden and smells of gardens and those romance novels his mom loves so much.
As soon as he arrives, he jogs to the Pokémon Center; his Pokémon need healing, the PC needs checking. After going through the necessary process for health restoration, he heads over to the PC to check a few things. People pass by his peripheral vision, he heeds no mind; but he’s sure he knew that one person, or maybe the next.
“Hey, haven’t I seen you somewhere?”

"Ahuh. Thanks."

After one final word of goodbye, the young man in front of Green passed off a large, sealed bag to him, bowed, and then was gone, leaving the spiky brunet cradling the bulky package alone in the midst of the masses within the building. He struggled for a moment under it’s weight, wearing a somewhat strained expression as he quickly bounced it in his arms in order to get a better hold— but, that attempt at comfort, of course, fixed nothing, and so he simply let it slide to the ground at his feet. It landed with a slight smack upon the tile below, and the man let out the breath he’d be holding while attempting to manage it.

"Paahhh…!" He breathed, propping himself upon the top of it with an elbow. The thing was almost as tall as him! 

"Why’d bird brain give me such a large bag this time? Do I show up too often for his liking, or somethin’?" Green muttered, eyeing Pidgeot— his only companion at the time— for some sort of input. The enormous creature waddled a few steps closer to him and met his elbow with a beak, laying his massive head on top of the thing, as well, and meeting his Trainer’s gaze with narrow eyes. They gave off a somewhat mocking vibe. 

"Hey." He spat, pointing a finger. "Don’t tell me you expected me to carry this?"

He paused.

No response.

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"Hah! You’re real funny. It’s not even mine. Now back up and lemme strap this down, yeah?”

With that, his Pokemon let out low chatter that played as a sort of sigh. Yet, it held a sort of poised air; that was one battle the creature never expected to win. Green chuckled as Pidgeot began to step away and turned his back to face him. Green then began at harnessing their haul to his friend’s back so that they could be on their way back home.

To find the Viridian Gym Leader standing in the midst of Pokémon Center really wasn’t all that common of an occurrence— especially in one located in such a distant city. Green didn’t travel all that much, but he did get around from time to time. But, when he did roam, his wandering always held a purpose. The motivation behind the day’s trip to the far off Lilac City in Johto? To pick up a special Flying-Type Pokémon food that his bird was too picky to live with out. It was a set up that he had with the city’s Gym Leader. Every month or so, they flew up over to Violet City and received it from one of the Gym Trainers, the actual bird brain behind it all never actually bothering to show his face. It didn’t bother Green, though. He knew what a hassle being a Leader was— especially to someone who was much more dedicated to their job than him. He knew that he’d leave to one of his lackeys, too, if it were him. Gym Trainers sure were handy for errands that the actual Leader didn’t feel like doing.

"Alright…" The spiky brunet exhaled after tying one last strap. Bag secure to Pidgeot, he backed up from the creature and nodded quickly in approval. "Let’s bail."

The two began their march out of the building, submerging themselves in the crowd of passing Trainers as they made their way towards the entrance. As they walked, Green pulled out a pamphlet from one of his pockets.

"How about you let me grab something to eat before we leave? I have to serve to my own needs too, ya know."

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The sound his friend made in response seemed nonchalant, and so the man began thoroughly going through his pamphlet, which was a popular food stand directory for the city. Johto was well known for its traditional roots, and therefore the more historical cities always offered some unique cuisine that wasn’t available back home that Green thoroughly enjoyed. He always made it an object to grab some during any trip to the region.

After deciding on a nearby dumpling stand, the two picked up their pace, eager to be on the road. As eager as Green may have been— to leave, and for that food— he heard something somewhere behind him that grabbed his attention. 

“Hey, haven’t I seen you somewhere?”

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Ah…

Was that aimed at me? 

Well, looking at the question at hand, and seeing how he was one of the faces of the adjoining region, not to mention a known figure in the Johto itself, wandering around in the open public without a care in the world…

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Probably. Don’t care. 

An easy mental decision. He was too hungry to be in the mood for visitation. Actually, he was never in the mood for visitation from the over excitable public. Sounded like a kid, anyways. Even more the reason to keep moving.

And that he did. Green ignored the voice and kept right on going.

Song: Everybody's Watching Me (Uh Oh)
Artist: The Neighbourhood

Plays: 20

Everybody’s Watching Me (Uh Oh) | The Neighbourhood

I’ll be alone with everybody watching me.

Part Two II Cracking Open Old Wounds

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[Red kept his eyes on his own hands, moving them up slowly to watch the fur slowly seep through his fingers.]

And by slacker, I hope you mean ‘busy.’ Sorry, but I don’t just casually hike fifteen miles a day anymore.

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[The reply almost made the man want to smile. The corner of his mouth twitched just a little, but thats all it did before relaxing again. It was incredible how much a simple facial expression was so hard to do. He remembered everytime he would try to hide it he’d pull his lips back and bite at the bump of his inner cheek, often making the skin raw from how much he cut open the skin. He wasn’t trying to hide it from him this time, in fact he wanted to. Obviously it has been such a long time that he’s seen him, but double that they’ve been able to bicker and joke to one another. He just felt bad he still couldn’t for a small moment like this.]

[He could only hope that his friend didn’t mind any of this yet. There was too much to explain, but what was at hand right now must come first.]

[Red stopped fluffing up Arcanine’s fur and trialed Green as the male took the egg and sat with it in his lap. His eyes were fixated on it, watching the egg indeed violently shake as it was nearly about to hatch.]

[This was the day he anticipated for and finally for his recurring dream to come to an end.]

[He turned, but sat comfortably in the spot he’s in. He decided looking afar was probably for the best since he wasn’t sure what kind of reaction he was going to get, or even going to try to take away the egg as quickly as possible before he gets a chance to see anything. These several minutes were going to be long, a hand involuntarily clutching at his chest as his heart began to race.]

[When he opened his eyes when the bright lights passed, he blinked a few times to see the light brown Rattata that now sat upon Green’s lap. The small Pokemon wasn’t at all a surprise to him, but the coloring was. Shiny colorings were completely by chance, a hard to come by chance, so seeing it like this was really strange.]

[He doesn’t have a Rattata of his own so he wasn’t intentionally breeding for it, honestly he just picked up this egg from some kid off the road that didn’t know what to do with it. The Rattata was for a reason, just… It’s odd that the shiny colorings matched those of its evolution.]

[Why its a Rattata? Well Red wanted to give back the Pokemon Green had lost. The battle with Green at Lavender Town in the Pokemon Tower, what he said to him before battle was unsettling, plus the fact that his Raticate was not in his party when he remembers it was there during their previous battle at the S.S. Anne. Adding it all up to why Green was even in the tower in the first place, it could have only meant that Raticate was dead.]

[Red carried some of the blame to it, plus he thought it would’ve been a nice idea after so many years to start over with a new Rattata. But looking back to Green again to see his reaction, his stomach churned.]

That’s what this has always been about, hasn’t it?!

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[All Red could process was that Green was angry and yelling at him. He was confused at what for..]

[What did he think this was about? What was Red’s plan? He was never there for Green? He was… mocking him?]

Green…

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[He stood up and slowly stepped towards him.]

[What had gotten into him? Red had guessed he would be upset in one of the scenarios he played out in his head, but what was he even thinking? Sure Red left for a long while, but there was never a day where he didn’t think about his friends, especially Green. He cared about his best friend, wondering everyday if he was okay. Was he eating and sleeping well? He even heard about him becoming the Gym Leader and wondered if he was enjoying that. There was so many things he took away from him so that’s why he wanted to stay away. But to still say he was never there stung. Should he had stayed? Did him leaving only cause more problems?]

[If any of that, this should have been enough to maybe fix any of it. He wanted to give back one of the things he took away, not mock him.]

[Red was so confused.]

[A hand hesitated for a moment during the silence, but he kept it going to finally grip gently at his shoulder.]

…Are you okay?

[He knew he wasn’t, but it was the first question he could think of to ask.]

What… What are you talking about? This isn’t a joke.

[This was probably the first expression he has shown to anyone in awhile. His eyes were furrowed and his eyes actually looked straight into Green’s eyes with concern.]

Did I do something wrong?

It was amazing how just Red’s simple touch could bring Green reeling back to full consciousness— only because of how inciting his feel was. It filled him was a pitiful sort of disgust, which caused him to revolt immediately, smacking the man’s arm away before it had a chance to linger for very long. He did not meet Red’s gaze. His eyes looked nowhere in particular, but his head hung slightly, leaving them to fall on his lap.

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“No— no, I’m not okay,” he hissed, voice low between rough, irregular exhales. He remained this way, silent aside from his heavy breathing. But, the longer he sat, the more rapid his his breaths became. Eventually, their intensity rose to the point that he began to bow over, bringing his head closer to his chest as he clenched at his sides, fixing his arms tightly into his stomach as an attempt to bate this fit he was having… But, it was to no avail. Green’s body trembled for a moment as he tried to contain himself, but he failed, his head shooting back up, eyes clenched, ready for another eruption: 

"Nothing about this is okay!" 

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“How stupid do you think I am?! There’s no way you could think this was actually okay! You weren’t even supposed to know to begin with, damn it! You were never supposed to find out! No one was! But, you couldn’t even leave it at that, could you?! The satisfaction of knowing? Knowing that there’s no way I could ever compare to you because of it? No! No… you had to… bring it back to me— in the worst way possible… The one thing I just want to move past… you’re… never gonna let me forget…”

The longer he went, to weaker his voice became. What started as emotive shouting quickly became feeble, falling short until dying off completely as he became unable to speak once again.

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Green’s throat ached awfully, strained from from both his outbursts and his suffocating attempts to hold himself back. It was uncertain which option would have actually been better for him, but it was too late for that. There was nothing he could have done, anyways. His eyes began to burn, and he knew that he’d reached his limit. He brought a hand up to his face, covering his eyes in order to hide himself— or perhaps, trying to hide from everything that was going on; trying to hide himself from the world like he did so often, like he’d been doing the day Red came back.

But, there was no hiding from this encounter, and he’d have to face it if he wanted to end it. At some point, he realized he didn’t really care if he cried. It was just weakness leaving the body, yeah? Well, he had plenty of it to shed, and Red has seen enough of it already. It didn’t matter anymore. So, he removed his hand, allowing his childish tears to fall as he looked Red in the face.

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“…I always knew you’d use against me. Why wouldn’t you? It just proves what a failure I am, right?” 

Somehow managing to relocate his voice, the man spoke up once again. But, it was weak, lacking the vigor that he possessed just a moment ago. His sounded pitiful. He looked pitiful. He was pitiful. He hated himself for reacting this way. He thought that he could have least made himself look strong, but he should have known he couldn’t, because he’s not. It was just another thing he’d failed to do. And, his losses were really starting to stack against him, now.

“I don’t need a reminder; I don’t need you to tell me, but here you are, anyways, doing just that, yeah? Great. Fantastic. I don’t need it, and I don’t need you.

It was funny, really. At least, somewhere in the back of his mind, Green found it funny. He found himself to be hilarious. Laughable. Pathetic. He did need Red. He’d been the presence— the person— missing from his life for all of this time; a hole that couldn’t be filled by anything or anyone else. Green wasn’t close to many people. There was a select few that Green valued in his life, and that he swore he never wanted to be without… Because those few made him happy. Red was one of those few. Red had made him happy.

Had. 

"…You were well aware of what you were doing….To purposely bring this the surface— something I’ve done so wrong— and present it to me so like this… The only thing you’ve done is make me miserable.” 

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“…Leave.” 

Part Two II Cracking Open Old Wounds

mutechampion:

[Pikachu’s ears perked up, them matching to the beat of the sound of the steps walking towards the house. Green was returning home. The rodent hopped on his trainer’s stomach, his paws reaching to poke and stretch at his face.]

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[Red was knocked out though, his sleeping pattern was always usually so sporadic, but he’s really been sleeping less. The stress is really building back up again. Ever since he acquired the egg, he’s been having a recurring dream. The dream would play out with Red and Green in the room, the egg set out on the table. The two of them watched the egg shake rapidly until it would finally crack, a bright light bursting afterwards. But that was it.  The dream didn’t continue after that. It wasn’t like a nightmare or anything, but it only made the man more antsy to figure out the end to this (whether he’ll like it or not).]

[The sound of growls really made Pikachu panic, moving up at the arm of the couch to reach Red’s shoulders and shake him. He didn’t wake up in time for when Arcanine jumped in with a snarl, which Pikachu jolted up and waved his arms instantaneously.]

…?

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[The commotion seemed to have woken Red up, but there wasn’t any expression of shock. Red patted his cheeks as he belatedly felt that his face was tugged, a hand then moving to cover his mouth as he yawned. He obviously had no interest in the fact that he could have been ripped into shreds if Pikachu hadn’t distracted Arcanine.]

I’m glad you find my couch so comfortable.

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[Tired eyes slowly trailed after Green as he walked in front of him. As Green was setting a bag down, his eyes caught interest into it. His automatic thought was food, but the clinking sound left him disappointed.]

So is the whole breaking-and-entering thing just gonna be a frequent occurrence with you?

[Red rubbed his eyes.]

Maybe…

[He answered belatedly, still answering simply and with little words as possible. His speech was getting better though.]

It depends. Will I get a key?

[Red did plan on visiting more frequently, and with Green always being out a lot this really was a good solution to the issue. Well, whether he gets one or not, the door may end up broken again somehow.]

[The bum will pick himself off the couch, walking on over and crouching beside Arcanine. He reached to ruffle the big dogs fur, then playing with his ears for a moment til his eyes catch attention that Arcanine had the egg saddled on his back.]

Still hasn’t hatched yet?

[Red frowns in disappointment. Surely he’d be able to see the hatchling by now.]

Slacker.

"…Hah?" 

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A baffled breath was all that Green could draw out in response to that… proposition. A key? Well… that was one way of approaching it, but… The idea made him just a little uncomfortable.

Besides, it wasn’t as if he was homeless, right? Green knew where his old friend had been all these years. He’d heard the rumors. He’s heard just about every supposition involving Red, actually, and while he usually sensibly ignored whatever hearsay his challenges carried or trash the media spit out, he’d heard the tidbit about him being up on that mountain from one of the only young trainers that Green paid any mind to. They’d gone up there and seen him with their own eyes, and then made sure to tell him all about it. Sure, when they came running to him carrying on about how they’d met Red, of course he was shocked, but, after the story they told him, he knew that they weren’t lying. What was even more shocking was that the only reason they were given the opportunity was because his grandfather had granted it to them, allowing them to enter Mt. Silver’s terrain for “a challenge.” Professor Oak had known where Red had gone all along, and he never bothered to tell his grandson. He had to be informed by the trainer that the man had chosen over him, instead. But, as daunting as that story was, it was an issue for another day.

Green didn’t know whether or not his old friend had completely given up on his recluse or not, but if he had, surely he had a place to stay; his mom was the go-to option, not him, and that would be his argument. If was Red was trying to solicit his pity in some way, he wasn’t doing a very good job of it. 

"And by slacker, I hope you mean ‘busy.’ Sorry, but I don’t just casually hike fifteen miles a day anymore.” The brunet coolly placed a hand on his hip, then used the other to rub the back of his head, letting out a soft exhale in the process. The two of them seemed to be bickering, but, as far as Green saw it, they were actually having a conversation this time instead of the previous encounter’s awkward exchanges… and that was really contenting to him. The banter seemed playful, and Red seemed more engaged. Maybe recovering their relationship wouldn’t be as trying as he’d thought.

“I’m keeping track of it, so don’t worry. It won’t be much longer,” he added. With that comment, Green stepped forward to follow Red over to Arcanine, who was thoroughly enjoying their guest’s attention. He walked past the crouching Red in order to stand beside the massive canine, where he retrieved the egg from its harness and wrapped it carefully in his arms. He then turned to head towards the couch with it, but, after only taking just a couple steps, the egg began shaking in a way that was far more intense then the soft, frequent twitches that it had been having lately. Green paused in is tracks, turning his head over his shoulder to glance back at Red.

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"See? Told ya," he said, seeming satisfied.

His verbal response had been calm, but honestly, he was quite taken aback by the egg’s reaction to justa few steps, and that this was happening right now. It seemed that Green’s gift was going to hatch right in front of its giver… How ironic.

Quickly, he made his way to couch and sat down, placing the violently quivering egg on his lap. As soon as he did, tiny chips of the shell began falling away bit-by-bit, until at one point, the casing burst completely, sending a harsh white light filling the room as the content of the egg became fully exposed. The light was said to be the “new life bursting out,” and was standard procedure of all egg hatchings, but… something about this one’s… was a little off. It seemed brighter, and longer. Green squinted with his heard turned slightly as he waited for it to fade, but it seemed to be taking an incredibly long time to diffuse. He’d couldn’t recall an egg hatching ever having such a lurid effect on his eyes…

Still, he waited it out patiently and happily, returning his gaze to his lap with a small grin upon his face when the light finally began to fade.

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But, the light never left completely. There was still a sort of shinning haze over whatever creature sat on his lap. Green hurriedly blinked his eyes, attempting to adjust them so that he could see properly and determine what exactly his gift was. The first thing he was able to observe was a color: a dark, rustic yellow color; almost like a pale brown. Eventually, the shape became clear to him, and Green discovered what was sitting on his lap was… in the shape of a rattata.

A light-brown… rattata…

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He remembered the scene clearly; it was a memory that resurface nearly every day. Back when the two of them were young and on their journey, they’d encountered one another and battled upon the S.S. Anne. They weren’t very far along yet, and so Green’s team had still been small, consisting of Pidgeotto, Kadabra, Charmeleon, and… a Raticate. Though his and Red’s teams were just about equal in terms of size and strength, he’d still ended up losing. But. it hadn’t been a big deal… At least at first.

Despite having a fully fainted party, Green had dawdled getting off of the ship and getting his team restored. He’d thought nothing of it. Honestly, he hadn’t cared that his partners were weak, exhausted, and, for one of them, in critical condition. Unbeknownst to him, Raticate had taken a significantly large amount of damage that extended past fainting. If Green had made the effort to go straight to the Pokemon Center after losing to Red, then it could have been avoided, but, since he failed to do so, when he finally did go to the Center to get his team healed… Raticate was not with him when he left.

He and Red… The two of them had always shared a rivalry; they’d compare their accomplishments in order to determine which of them was the better Trainer, or all-around person, even. Their mistakes also weighed against them in this competition of theirs. Whenever one of them messed up, it was for sure that they’d be called out on it. After that incident, no mistake that Red made could ever compare to what he’d done. He’d failed to care of his partners. When he was a child, he’d been such a poor and lowly Trainer that one of his partners had its life cut short. The weight of it sat upon him so heavily, that he knew he’d always be second to Red from then on. After what he’d done, the idea of him being the better trainer… was a joke. It was beyond all possibility.

 He could never compare to Red again.

Green knew this in his heart, but still, he hadn’t wanted anyone else to know. They couldn’t know. It was too awful. No one could ever know, even Red… Especially Red.

Though they were rivals, the two boys were still friends. Green had always trusted in and depended on Red for everything and anything. But, even with this, Green had a moment of doubt in his friend. He feared that if Red found about what had happened, that the weight of their rivalry would be too strong: he’d use it against him; he’d tell everyone about what he’d done and then they’d all know, without a single doubt, that Red was better. That was the surefire way to seal Red’s victory between them. Then, he’d have won for good.

Green managed to convince himself that there was no way that was the case. Red would never turn against him like that. He was his friend. He was his only friend; his best friend. He would never betray him.

But, if that’s the case… What was happening here…?

Red couldn’t have known that the offspring would turn out shiny, but he’d known exactly what creature he was putting back into his life.

…He was wrong about him.

"…You knew all along."

Green was unsure if his voice was even audible; his voice was too low and void of any positive emotion. He was still. Everything about him seemed to be void of life. He sat with his fists clenched, eyes kept firmly shut.

"…So, that’s what this is about, huh?" 

Before he even knew what he was doing, Green was trembling with anger. He held is tongue for a brief moment, but it couldn’t last long.

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"That’s what this has always been about, hasn’t it?!”

And, now he was shouting. The man man jumped up onto his head and looked right to Red, his arms pressed firmly against his side. The newborn rattata had been retrieved by Arcanine the second the dog sensed his Trainer’s mood spike, and now was being held delicately in his massive jaws as he hunkered close to the floor in response to Green’s shout.

"This was your plan from the start, right?! You were never here for me! You were never here for us! You only came back to mock me!  You…! …You… you…”

Try as he might, Green couldn’t continue. He could only cover his mouth in order to stop his stuttering, as he shook his head slowly and sank back onto the couch. His head was whirling to the extent that he could produce no proper thoughts; there was only bursts of words and phrases whose context varied dramatically; from violent, to abhorrent, to dubious, to grim, to feeble… all rising and falling haphazardly: His mind was a mess. It was impossible for him to string any of them together in order to say aloud. All he could do was silently endure the onslaught:

…LIES… your BETRAYED… NEVER for you… NOW WHAT?… alone… AGAINST YOU… NO… were WRONG… FOOLISH… weak… helpLESS… so NAIEVE… gone… get OUT… YOUR fauLT… LEAVE… the END… why?… WHY?… YOU… you…

Through his storm of broken, incoherent thoughts, there came only one proper thought; only one proper sentence that repeated itself over and over and over:

You…

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…You were supposed to be here to help me.

from  ポケログ2  by  ナギヤ@名前変更 

ついぴくまとめ

Part Two II Cracking Open Old Wounds

mutechampion:

….

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[Green’s TV was left on, probably on some kind of news channel. Red was watching it as he was stretched out on the couch, but he wasn’t really processing what they were telling. Well, as long as it didn’t have anything to do with him, he was fine. Though he probably wouldn’t care much for what they had to say about him. Rumors were rumors, plus what more shit could they make up about him.]

[Red was waiting for Green again, of course showing up unannounced. He expected for Green to know he’d be back though, just not when exactly. Not like its been that long though, only three days. Should have given Green enough time to get to the point of hatching the egg he gave him. He wonders if he even attempted at all too… Well that egg was going to get hatched today, even if Red had to walk back in forth in the house with it. Three days was enough waiting time.]

[During those three days he was gone, he was catching up with his mom. He was scared to go back right away after talking to Green, so he spent the night sleeping on Snorlax just outside of Pallet Town and greeted her in the morning. That reunion went well, it was just different for Red to see his mother cry for the first time. She wasn’t at all mad at him, but just happy he was back home safely.]

[Those days went by slow, but they were nice. Most of the day was spent of Red talking (yeah, right?) about all that happened, correcting rumors, and explaining what was going on in his head. His mom would comfort him when appropriate, but the things that would usually make him cry he didn’t shed a tear. It must of been strange for her to see him so expressionless now, but not once she pointed it out. He wasn’t her little boy anymore, but he hated how hard it was to give her a full smile again.]

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[Ugh, this was boring.]

[Red got Pikachu to hand him the remote and started flipping through the channels.]

[Boring. Boring. Waaait, no boring. Huh… So that’s how… Omg food… Oooh!]

[He finally settles on some cartoon that was playing, watching that until Green finally notices this bum when he walks back into the room.]

"Hey… What do you think people think of this?"

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With a sliver of a smile and a soft tone, Green aimed this warmhearted yet somewhat playful question at his only companion at the given time, who, despite this addressal , wasn’t paying an ounce of attention to him. Instead, the arcanine was far too busy eyeing a nearby pidgey, its feathers and down fluffed up in defense to the chilly breeze that had just carried it to land in a vacant patch of grass. The massive canine stared at the small creature with glossy eyes that were full of longing. It was not a look of a wolf-like desire for a feverish attack, which would be expected from most creatures of his size, but a gentle plea for the bird’s attention. He let out a pitiful whimper, wishing from the bottom of his heart that the Flying-type would hop over to their location on the sidewalk and allow him to gently poke at and nuzzle his nose into it.

His next step in his ploy was to lay down and make himself seem smaller and more approachable. Normally, he’d plop down in one swift motion, but, at this moment a certain something was restricting him from doing so. Green had made sure to thoroughly secure it to his Pokemon’s back, making a carrier out of a basket and a riding saddle that he’d never bothered to use, along with several scarves to tie down and cushion it, so really there was nothing to worry about. Still, Arcanine felt that the importance of the bundle on his back was far greater than that of this pidgey. And so, the canine eased himself towards the ground slowly, moderately lowering his anterior and posterior at an even pace in order to keep his spine completely horizontal until touching down. He then laid there, hopeful eyes locked on the teeny bird and his huge, mane of a tail, swishing back and forth.

Great affection and concern were simply the dog’s nature, and so it became instantly fond of any small or young creature to wander in its path. It was a daily occurrence. This pidgey just happened to be the current being of interest, though it didn’t seem to be paying any attention to Arcanine’s advances. It sat casually grooming itself, picking small bits of debris from its feathers without a single glance in the two’s direction. Even after Arcanine had lowered himself it paid no mind. As a matter of fact, the action had seemed to reduce his presence even further, for the bird suddenly took back to the air and flew to land in the branches of a tree a few yards away. The Fire-type’s ear fell flat in defeat, and the swishing of fluff slowly came to a stop.

"Well," Green added, chuckling, "think of you, anyways.” 

No longer distracted, Arcanine heard his Trainer’s words loud and clear, whipping his massive head to face Green with ears suddenly skyward once again. He then raised himself off of the ground as quickly and cautiously as possible, and trotted to the brunet’s side to continue their walk. He wasn’t exactly sure what Green had meant by that, but he sure was happy. Happy about his Trainer’s warm tone… happy about being outside… happy about the bundle on his back… Happy about everything! This chipper canine always seemed to behappy, even after a failed attempt at making a friend.

Green’s gentle giant of a Pokemon never failed to amuse him. It was especially easy for Arcanine’s behavior to bring a smile to his face when he was in as a good of a mood as he just so happened to be in. The man had been in high spirits ever since a certain encounter he’d had three days ago… All because of Red.

It was because of that very same person that he and Arcanine had come out on this venture to begin with. Red had decided to let himself into his home even though the front door had been locked and ended up breaking it. Oddly, though, Green wasn’t upset about it. Still, he couldn’t leave it that way and risk anyone else barging in, so he’d had to buy a new lock. Arcanine accompanied him simply because the canine has refused to leave his side ever since discovering Red’s gift. Green was constantly leaving the egg in his care when he was occupied, knowing that no harm would come to it. Honestly, it might be better off with the motherly Pokemon than with himself. Currently, his hands were occupied by the supplies he’d just bought, as well as a few extra bags from a convenience store he’d popped into, so that was definitely that case. The Fire-type’s help was surely appreciated.

The two continued their stroll home with no further distractions and eventually made their way back to the house. Upon turning onto his pathway, though, Green noticed that the front door was opened slightly…  

He paused his steps, a little uneasy at the sight. He knew that he’d pulled it to a close when they left, and the wind wasn’t powerful enough today to blow it open… So that meant that something or someone had opened it. Kinda ironic how the reason for him being out of the house at the moment was so that he could prevent exactly that… Actually, it wasn’t ironic; it was aggravating. Green definitely wasn’t laughing.

Arcanine must have noticed the door as well, because he suddenly let out a low growl. Without saying a word, Green nudged his Pokemon with his knee. The massive canine knew just what his Trainer was implying and began towards the house with his teeth bared, Green trailing behind. The gentle nature didn’t disregard how powerful and protective his Pokemon was, especially on command.

The canine’s growling was held down until the moment he pushed the door open and leaped into the house, a vicious snarl bursting out of him and towards whoever the intruder was. Green was just making his way up the porch steps when, surprisingly, Arcanine’s verbal aggression halted. Curious as to why, the man quickly paced forward to stand in the doorway and look inside. The first thing he saw was the swishing of his Pokemon’s enormous tail, and then a Pikachu sitting upon the arm of his couch, whose presence had caused Arcanine to be distracted from his task yet again. A familiar figure was also spread out leisurely across the leather. 

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Guess he should have expected that. 

"…Well," he said aloud, "I’m glad you find my couch so comfortable," regarding to his unexpected guest’s current position. Letting himself in was one thing, but Red had really made himself at home. 

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Green sighed, but couldn’t hold back a soft chuckle. He then stepped forward to stand beside the coffee table, placing the bags that he’d been carrying on it, then looking to Red with an expression that was undeniably brighter than the one he’d worn during their last encounter. Green had a feeling he knew why Red was here, but he figured that he’d ask some questions anyways.  

"So is the whole breaking-and-entering thing just gonna be a frequent occurrence with you?" Technically the breaking had already been done, so only the entering had taken place, but whatever. He got the point. 

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"You are gonna at least start going easy on my door, right? Or, was me going out to get the junk to fix it a wasted effort?" He added, pointing a finger towards the bags on the table.

Happy Birthday, Green! II Be Eggster Careful Not to Crack His Heart!

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[Watching him was almost a chore. Weren’t you supposed to open presents right away once you received them? At least that’s how he remembered it is supposed to go, but Green was taking his time while he observed and slowly unraveled the multiple scarves he had to tie together to wrap around his gift. Honestly if he wasn’t busy stuffing his face right now, he would be there quickly unraveling it for him.]

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[Red had already finished through the whole container before Green got to the last scarves, but at least it was apparent that he knew what the present clearly was now. He just glanced at Green’s face, peeking for facial expressions, then looking away to make sure there eyes won’t accidentally meet. He couldn’t stand eye contact, but even if it was someone he was comfortable with he just couldn’t do it. It made him self-conscious, afraid that people would really see who he is. He got rid of that fear years ago since he’s views of power weren’t the same as they are now, but… There’s still a lot he wanted to keep hidden behind this unexpressed mask.]

[The trainer did note the other man’s expression though. Confused.]

[Was Red’s choice of present the wrong choice? Was it a bad one? It may be a little strange and there probably should be some explanation of why the present is this egg, but he did want more of a happier reaction to make sure that this was a good choice. Can’t take it back now though, unfortunately.]

"What’s all of this about?"

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[Ah… the explanation.]

[This wasn’t the time for that. If he had to explain, then he would have to reveal what it would hatch into. That was all part of the surprise as well, which also made Red nervous about. This could either go smoothly or all downhill.]

[He’ll just wait to come back to see progress on the hatching before he says anything.]

Happy Birthday…

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[He mumbled, but it was still audible.]

[Red stood up, picking up Pikachu that stood by his feet wondering where he was going now. He was going to leave now. He did all he was going to do, the present was delivered, now its time to go.]

[Those will be the last words Red will say as he walks back towards the door he broke into. He will be back soon, reason why he’s not going to bother with a bye.]

[He stands by the door or a short moment. Pikachu turning around on Red’s shoulder to give Green a wave, then finally walking out.]

His guest seemed to hesitate, as if looking for an answer that wasn’t so easy to find. The thought of just how difficult it could possibly be made Green wary of whatever response would come out of Red’s hushed mouth. Perhaps no answer would come at all. Then his tensity would end up being for nothing. But, with nothing to clarify his thoughts the man would remain in a dazed state, leaving him in an uncomfortable mindset regardless. This had been one of those days where Green’s thoughts had wandered too far and claimed complete control over him, after all. The damned thing continued hold the reigns even now.

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But, eventually, he did speak up just enough to reply… and his words continued the pattern of everything Red has said or done in this short time of the past rivals being reunited knocking Green completely off-guard. 

Happy Birthday…

Those two faint, struggled words, no matter how casually meager they would have entered his hears floating upon any other person’s voice, were all that was necessary to send Green’s mind whirling once again. But it was different this time. His concoction of anxious and doubtful thoughts were not whipping around, echoing in his subconscious. More accurately, they were swiftly whisked out of existence, blown out of his head as if Red’s words were a gust of wind that had carried them far away. 

His mind came to a halt. 

The man let out long, slow breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. His chin raised, leaving his head to tilt back slightly, while both his eyes and mouth swelled in size. He saw his guest rise from his seat, pick up his little yellow partner and start towards the door he’d suddenly came from a mere ten or fifteen minutes ago. He saw him, even if his eyes did not distinctly follow him. It wasn’t until Red had walked completely passed him that he lost sight of him, for he remained in his position, silently facing the kitchen that had just contained the ravenet.

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Green did not turn around. He simply heard Red off, listening as his footsteps trailed across the floor not far behind him. They seemed to stop, not even for a moment before picking up again, their tone changing as the terrain changed from hardwood to the stone beyond the front door, until eventually, they faded out completely.

Once his footsteps could no longer be heard, Green coolly stepped to turn around and face the door, and, as he’d expected, Red was nowhere to be seen. Calmly, he approached the door and grabbed it with his spare hand, the other arm still occupied by the egg.  He pushed it to a close, and after it had shut, he remained there, hovering with his hand pressed against the wood. He leaned his head forward to do the same, allowing his forehead to rest against it along with his head. From this angle, he stared at the egg he held, and oddly, he smiled.

"…So you’re back, huh?"

Following was the first genuine piece of warmhearted laughter he’d had all day.

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"…Welcome back."

He was sure that gramps and Daisy wouldn’t mind if he was a little late. Honestly, he was glad that he’d made them wait. 

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