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Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks
Yes, I know Red doesn’t know Yellow’s a girl yet, but I’m using female pronouns for her anyways…
Chapter 4
A few weeks passed peacefully enough. Lance dyed his hair that very first night, turning vibrant red into a pale, almost blonde, and Red did not remark on the difference. He wore his sunglasses to hide his golden eyes, and he explored Pallet, wondering…
Did humanity actually have something to offer him?
He was no longer sure…
The all-encompassing rage was muted now, a shadow of it’s former self, and he wondered, as he thought of his twin Hakuryuu and Ptera, locked up safely. They could wait for eons, for dragon pokemon had long lifespans, but he did not wish to torture them with his inconsistency.
“I am such a fool.” Lance sighed.
Red blinked. “What do you mean?” He asked, a chocolate chip cookie halfway to his mouth.
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me.” The Champion retorted.
He frowned. “Red, where is your Pikachu?”
“Pika? Oh, he’s with Yellow… wait. How do you know?” Red asked. Certainly, his entire team was stamped on the covers of fan magazines and in breeder’s journals, but…
“Nothing. I was wondering if you could do me a favor?”
Red blinked. “Sure…”
Lance walked out of the room and returned a few moments later with three Ultra Balls. “Could you take them to the Viridian Pokemon Center and heal them for me?”
Red wanted to ask why Wataru could not go himself, but decided not to – yet. After all, if he went to Viridian, he could pick up Pika. It was high time he went on a training trip anyways.
So without further ado, he left the house, feeling strange, as if he had somehow become stronger.
He shook his head. He was imagining too much. He dropped off Wataru’s pokemon at the Center and promised to return soon to pick them up. The Nurse Joy on duty smiled and nodded, and then he went to find Yellow. It did not take long before he found her sketching by a brook with her Raticate.
“Hey, Yellow.”
“H-Hi Red!” She squeaked. “What are you doing here?”
Red blinked. “I’m taking Pikachu back home with me.”
“Oh… you are…”
“Yes.” The Champion smiled. “I’m sure he enjoyed his vacation with you though. You should come visit us in Pallet sometimes, Yellow.”
Pikachu scampered out of the bushes, grinning as he saw Red. He jumped into the trainer’s arms with a happy cry as Red hugged him tight.
Yellow hid a sad look. “I… I would like to come visit you.” She said.
“Great! Then it’s settled!” Red released Aeroy, who flew him back to the Viridian City Pokemon Center.
Nurse Joy looked surprised as he returned. “I didn’t expect you back so soon.” She said.
“Oh.” Red blinked. “Why?”
“Your pokemon are still undergoing healing. It will take at least an hour, and I think…” She pursed her lips. “I think your Dragonair is pregnant.”
Red opened his mouth to protest that it wasn’t his pokémon, but then the next words hit.
“P-Pregnant?”
“Yes. She’s carrying eggs, three of them from what I can see.”
Red sat down heavily, as Pika glanced at him in surprise. Red didn’t have a Dragonair last time he checked…
“They’re actually my…friend’s pokemon.” Red coughed. “Ah… I’ll tell him this, then.”
“Do.” Nurse Joy smiled. “I need to keep them here for a few days at least…”
“Okay.”
Red and Pika left the Center. Red’s mind was spinning in circles, though they had not yet taken definite form. Something just seemed very wrong about this whole business…
But Wataru’s pokemon was pregnant! Surely he’d be happy!
Pika looked at Red, feeling worried. Something was different about his Master…
Was it dangerous? He wasn’t sure.
If only he knew what had happened while he was living with Yellow…
Lance glanced up as Red entered. “You’re back already?”
“Yes, but your pokemon are still in Viridian’s Pokemon Center.”
Lance froze. “What? Why?”
“Your Dragonair is pregnant!”
Storm… Storm was pregnant?
His vision swam before his eyes, and he grasped the wall to steady himself. “Are-are you sure?”
“Yes! Nurse Joy told me!” Red grinned. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
It was, but why hadn’t she told him? It was dangerous battling with pregnant pokémon! He might have damaged her eggs, killed her baby Dratini…
His hands shook slightly, and Red noticed. So did Pika.
“Is something wrong, Wataru?”
“… No. Nothing.” He murmured, but it did not sound convincing.
Pika’s ears twitched. That voice… it was familiar… wait…
Red didn’t have time to react before Pika barreled forwards, cheeks sparking in a Thunderbolt attack.
Murderer! Stay away from my Master!
Lance didn’t have time to react before Thunderbolt blasted through his senses. He fell to his knees, smoking, while Red stared in disbelief.
“Pikachu, what’s gotten into you?” He demanded.
Pika huffed angrily. Don’t you recognize him? … Well, I guess not, since you never saw him, but still! You have to kill him quickly!
“K-Kill…” Red stammered. “No. You haven’t told me the reason yet, Pika.”
Pika looked smug. I suppose I will then. Don’t you know who he is?
“No…”
He’s the one who hurt you! He’s the one who almost destroyed the world! He’s the Leader of the Elite Four!
Red’s hand went to his free wrist as he rubbed, feeling the chill of ice tingle in his mind. “Then, Wataru is…”
Lance. Pika said with a tone of finality.
Lance…
Red felt suddenly, violently ill.
End Chapter
Completed 11/27/06
Lance: So that’s how…
Phantomness: Hai! You can’t leave if your dragon pokémon are pregnant!
Lance: … Evil authoress
Red: *Hugs Lance*