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Fire and Thunder	By : HeroLuka Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 4605 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor profit from this fic. All rights go to Game Freak and Nintendo.

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A black-haired young man dressed in red stood triumphantly in the middle of an arena, the gladiatorial-like structure having a floor of sand and stone. The only thing that kept the desert like stadium from being wrapped in total darkness was the brilliant flashing of thousands of cameras, catching pictures of what was the rise of a new champion.
As his faceless opponent slunk away in defeat, the teen in red felt his heart swell with pride. His crimson eyes shone with tears of happiness, and he felt like his chest would burst at any second. He had done it.
'Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Indigo League's New Champion, Red!'
Red nearly went deaf from the eruption of cheering. Throwing both fists into the air, he basked in the glory and cheers of his new fans.
But that all abruptly ended.
'RED! RED! RED! RED! RE-IIINNNNGGG!'
The 18-year old teen was now not clad red, but in light blue boxers with a black undershirt. He cried in surprise as he rolled off his bed, knocking his head against his nearby dresser and causing the alarm that woke him up in the first place to rip from it's electrical outlet and land on his nose.
"Not an ideal start to my journey..." Red grumbled, rubbing his hurt nose with one hand and the bruise at the back of his head with the other. At least he hadn't broken anything. That would have placed a large damper on the first day of his big adventure.
After dusting himself off, Red dressed in his usual attire- blue jeans, red and white jacket and hat and the like. He double checked his bag for the supplies he had packed for his journey, and took a final look in his bathroom mirror. Drawing a deep breath, Red puffed out his chest.
"Alright, Red... you can do this...you can become the Moemon League Champion."

When Red went downstairs to enjoy his mother's pancakes for the last time in a presumably long while.
He was instantly met with a crushing hug from the woman, "Oh Red! I can't believe you're already ready going out on your journey!"
"I can't either, Mom." Red sighed, patting his mom on the back. She was crushing his ribs, but he tried not to complain about it. He loved his mother very much; the hardest part of the journey would be leaving her behind.
"Come on, have some breakfast!"
Red sat down, and like his mother suggested, scarfed down her pancakes. Meanwhile, she went on and on about how happy she was for him and how much she'd miss him.
But soon enough, it was time for him to go.
"Later, Mom! I'll keep in touch!" Red called to his mother as he set out of his house, waving back at her.
"-I'll miss you sweetie! And be sure not to get anyone pregnant!"
Red pretended not to hear that last part. Not that he had any plans on becoming a father, anyway.

"Good to see you, Red."
After dashing through his small town, Red quickly burst into Oak's lab and walked up to the old professor, barely able contain his excitement.
"Good to see ya too, Professor." the 18 year old replied, shaking the old timer's hand. Oak was gray-haired man with tan, wrinkled skin. One could feel honored to catch him out of his signature labcoat.
But Red was far too excited to engage in small talk with Oak, so he diverted his attention from the Professor over to the 3 shiny Moeballs on the table nearby.
"Hm... let's see here..." Red carefully examined each shining ball. He had gone over the choices in his head for days.
But, over and over again, he went to bed with the decision of Charmander over Bulbasaur or Squirtle.
Why? Red felt like a fiery partner would be a suitable match for his name sake, more than anything else. He also thought having a Psuedo-Dragon would be an awesome addition to his team.
"Professor! I want a Charmander!" Red cried, snatching the ball containing the fire-type and lifting in triumphantly into the air.
"Err... Red, you didn't give me the chance to tell you..." muttered Oak, "-I don't have the traditional starters right now.
"W-what?" sputtered Red in confusion.
Oak shrugged and went on, "All of my Charmanders, Bulbasaurs, and Squirtles are too young to fight. Sorry."
"S-so what's inside of this ball...?"
"It's a Pikachu." Oak explained, "-she's an electric-type, and quite feisty. Also, like you, she hates to lose. I think you'd be a good match for each other."
"Alright then... I'll take her."
"Now... Red. I know you've heard this a million times already, but Moemon aren't tools. They're our friends, and partners. Sometimes, even our lovers. You have to treat her with the respect that all living things deserve."
"Don't worry, Professor, I will." Red nodded. Turning around, Red lobbed the ball against the floor, where it popped open and released a blinding white light. After it faded, a girl stood in it's place.
She was a head shorter than Red, and had short blonde hair. She wore a short dress and sneakers the same bright yellow as her hair, as well as black stockings. You could tell she was a Moemon, however, due to the large red dots on her cheeks, pointed ears atop of her head, and zig-zagged yellow tail.
"Hi!" she greeted cheerily, "-my name is Yellow."
"..." Red was left utterly speechless. He hadn't been expecting his partner to be so pretty. In his studies to become a trainer, he learned that nearly all Moemon are very casual with sex... but even then, he'd decided to keep his relationship with his team both platonic and chaste. He didn't need petty things like romance or sex getting in the way of his title of champ. He'd have plenty of time to find a girlfriend after he'd taken his place as champion.
"Hey, I'm Red." he greeted, taking a step forward and shaking her hand. While her hands appeared to be far more delicate than his own, Red could feel the power in her grip surpassed his own by a mile. She could probably dislocate his shoulder with a good yank.
"You're my new trainer, huh...?" she mouthed, carefully studying the teen in front of her, "-and what's your goal? You wanna be the champ?"
"Y-yes?"
"I see."
"I-is there something on my face?" Red stuttered, nearly flinching under Yellow's gaze. The way she was scrutinizing him made him uncomfortable to say the least.
"Nah, you'll do. C'mon, let's go get our first gym badge." she replied rather vaguely, setting out of the lab.
Oak patted Red's shoulder, "Well, good luck son."

"Well... I've got everything we need for our journey, I've said goodbye to my mom... we should be good to go."
"Nice." Yellow nodded, "So, what's the first stop?"
"Viridian. That's the closest gym, I think, and it's only the next town over. Should be a good 2 hour walk to get there, though."
Yellow yawned and stretched out her arms, "Well, might as well get goin'."
"Without sayin' bye to your oldest pal, Red? I'm hurt."
Red felt a legitimate chill down his spine as he heard that voice. That snark, condescending tone that could only belong to his oldest rival.
Blue 'motherfucking' Oak.
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