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{Hello! If you ever wish to role-play with me, please do not hesitate to message me. I don’t like approaching people with this muse randomly/first, as he is AU (and I never know who wants me to keep him in that AU, or set him in a normal verse), as well as the fact that he’s a massive jerk. I apologize for this, but know that I am friendly (even if Red is not), and always open to role-playing!}
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Upon receiving a scolding from the stranger, a placid look began to form across Molly’s face, though it was quickly to be replaced by intense guilt. “I-I’m sorry!” She called over once more, scooping the Vulpix into her arms once the attack ceased. “I just though-” began the trainer, only to cut herself off after a moment. Excuses, excuses, that’s all it was. Of course Molly knew she’d made a mistake, but she couldn’t shake her unease when placed before the man’s scrutiny. Didn’t everyone make mistakes like that?
A huff heaved itself from the Pikachu’s mouth when the ordeal was over. Paws gripping tightly onto Red’s cap to ensure he wouldn’t fall off of his trainer’s shoulder. “If you have the time to spout apologizes, you should have worked harder on training with your Pokemon,” Red stated firmly, as Pikachu’s ears pressed themselves flat against the rodent’s head. This lecturing habit wasn’t exactly terribly uncommon coming from his hostile master. “Pokemon themselves are not at fault for mistakes. Their trainers are. A Pokemon stuck with a unworthy trainer will only suffer.” With that he turned away from the girl. Feeling the weight of the rodent on his back shifting slightly, as the Pikachu held onto his trainer’s hat with one paw, and waved with the girl, attempting to be a bit more civil than his trainer.
I am the ocean, just because you claim me does not mean you own me. I am the ocean, turn your back, and I will knock you down. I am the ocean, I shall draw you in then watch you drown.
Michelle K., I Am the Ocean. (via michellekpoems)
Art by Mir
When I started this blog one year ago, I would have never imagined to keep it for so long. I’ve been RPing on tumblr for a bit more than two years now and I went from muses to muses, leaving blogs when I didn’t feel like RPing my muses anymore which happened all too often. None of the muses I’ve had before lasted me for more than seven months for a reason or another no matter how much I loved them. I made this blog on a whim. I wasn’t happy with my previous fandom and my muse’s situation so I wanted a blog in the KnB fandom where I could escape for a bit. I didn’t even know who to RP at first and it only was when I watched the (in)famous punch scene in the Seirin vs Yosen game in the anime that I’ve seriously started considered taking this pretty (little shit of a) boy as my muse.
This probably was the best decision I made in the time I’ve been RPing because my time here has been nothing but fantastic! I’ve never considered ever dropping Tatsuya and I doubt this will happen because I love RPing him more than anything, I love developing his character, I love having him interact with very different people in very different situations and I still have so much I want to roleplay with him that I hope I’ll be able to keep him around for as long as possible! I think he clicked with me more than any other muses had managed to before. I’m not sure if it’s because of our similarities or simply because of the fact that I love every single aspect of his personality. He’s a lot more complex than I would have imagined at first but I’m extremely glad for it because it’s thanks to that that, to me, he has become a real human in my mind, and a muse I love more than anything!
A lot has happened in my life ever since I made this blog, moving to the UK for a new job being the most important of them since it has slowed down my activity considerably. Working and living on my own takes a lot of my time unfortunately, time that I can’t afford to spend on tumblr anymore and I’m EXTREMELY grateful for everyone’s patience! I know I’m not the best RP partner there is, I can barely write at times due to tiredness or just me being insanely busy and some of you had had to wait for months to get a reply from me. I don’t like it, and I’d like to be faster but life doesn’t allow me that. I’m grateful that I have all of my lovely followers and RP partners sticking with me regardless of this! It’s thanks to all of you that my time on this blog has been so awesome and I couldn’t thank you enough for everything you gave me! I may not show it a lot but I’m grateful for each and every of you who take the time to write with me and who have me on their dash.
Below are the people who have made my stay here such an amazing one, fantastic roleplay partners and blogs who make my dash a wonderful place to be.
abilityscxn | aestuavis | a-maisato | aomxnedaiki | aurumtouch | brangwyn | caviinae | cirocchio | coach-arakimasako | coach-riko | counting-kings | crownofsmiles | cxrcharias | emperorszone | haneiyu | ijinowaruijinkaku | inmemoratus | intimidatingcaptain | jumpingdunk | kagamitxiga | kaiinojoo | kaijo-kise | kazutakahyodo | koseisora | kuroko-as-a-friend | kurokotetsxya | magiciansaysdie | masochisticsadist | misdirectioning | movexthief | mujakinikorosu | nijimura-shuuzou | persuadedbyboko | rapusodosu | sericus | set-me-alight | shooterku | shuutakao | streetballpro | tallerthan-you | thecerisequeen | unlikehisname | wiispelturig | wodxhs | woebringer
Here’s to hopefully yet another year of activity for this muse. Many thanks to all of you! To all that are following me at the moment, have followed me once, and have roleplayed with me over this year. I love you all!~ <3
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“Vulpix, use flame burst!” Molly called out to her pokemon, intent on catching the wild Pichu nearby. However, having only recently learnt the move, the attack undoubtedly went awry. “A-Ahh! Watch out!” She called out to a man, having crossed into the Vulpix’s line of fire. Perhaps they should have practiced the move more before using it in battle.
Pointed ears pricked up sharply, as the tiny Pokemon leapt from his master’s shoulders. The only command given from Red was a glance in the direction of the girl who had shouted, as a powerful bolt of lightning formed around the rodent’s body before colliding with the flames the fox had created, overpowering them with a weak explosion against the ground before them. A small squeak of pride sounded before the yellow rodent quickly climbed back onto his trainer’s shoulder. “Be more careful. Such a wild attack is the mark of an unqualified trainer.”
Singing Come Home in a Melody of Tears|| Leaf & Red
Eevee looked at his brother tail swishing back and forth. His fur was bristling up as he tried to look intimidating which didn’t really work since he was still being held. He gave up trying to wiggle his way out from the iron grip Leaf held on him although he was worried. With her emotional state it would be more than easy for her to be overpowered and caught. It would be impossible to fight while in her arms.
Leaf kept her eyes locked on Red afraid that he would attack. When he spoke she flinched a bit at the harshness of his voice but tried to play it off as shuffling her feet. Her heart was pounding so hard that she was afraid that he would hear. Leaf was nowhere near her usual brave, reckless self and was actually quite scared even though she tried to hide it. She held Eevee as close as possible in case she had to run for it. For once the thought crossed her mind but she was too prideful.
“I’m on a mission,” she answered quietly adjusting her hold on Eevee as he tried to squirm out of her grip again. The tension was threatening to swallow her whole and it was almost hard to breathe. He added on that she shouldn’t be here at night and she nodded a bit. “It was night then too…” Leaf thought out loud her mind still wandering to the whole reason she was kind of out of it.
“I’m guessing you’re here on a mission too?” she asked quietly. Leaf should have thought about the possibility of running into Red on one of these missions. Why did it have to be this one though? She was definitely regretting most of the choices she had made the past few days. Leaf wasn’t even sure what she was going to do now. Other Team Plasma members were probably around since Red was leader of this region. If he wanted to take her down he could do so easily and she was terrified of that fact. Still he hadn’t made any attempt to and the small part of hope she had that the old Red was still there somewhere was growing a bit.
Every nerve within Espeon’s body alerted the sensitive creature to just how terrified the girl was, but instinct made him hiss lightly at his brother when the Eevee puffed up his fur. Paws shifting against the uneven ground, uncomfortably shifting his shoulders, as he felt a pit rising within his stomach. No, he didn’t want to fight the Eevee, he shouldn’t respond to his brother’s threats. But confusion still lingered about him, as he failed to understand Red’s aim. His master wasn’t giving him an order to attack, but Leaf was an enemy of Team Plasma, and it was unlike Red to show mercy. He felt different. The air about him didn’t give off the power and cruelty that normally settled about him. He felt closer to human than the creature could recall in a long while. Was he planning on letting Leaf go?
He wasn’t a fool. Red was very well aware of the fact that she was afraid of him. Only a fool wouldn’t be. He commanded a region’s worth of soldiers, and with the snap of his fingers, he could have his former friend imprisoned on the spot. If he cared, her fear might have once bothered him. But hardly now did it. Even the grunts beneath him feared him. And he was certain a part of Espeon didn’t trust what he had turned out to be. He couldn’t say he didn’t hate himself, but he lacked the energy to expend in order to actively despise the coward he was. In order to actively care about the fears Leaf held. His fate had already been decided. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t change.
“Then leave,” He stated firmly. A lump formed in Espeon’s stomach at the words. Was this the moment he would have to fight his brother? “You don’t belong here anymore.” His expression darkened at the words she spoke unintentionally. He knew little of the life she and Green had after their childhood. He had taken himself out of their world, and, as a result, out of the lives of his friends, if he could even still refer to them as that now.
“What do you mean by that?” He spoke softer this time, and Espeon relaxed as a result. was still somehow the child he had known for years. Instead, he ignored his brother to focus on the sounds around them, prepared to alert his master if he heard any of the grunts moving about the compound.
A soft call sounded from Espeon, and Red glanced down to him. His tail wagging slowly. “Go then.” The words were a surprise to the creature’s ears, but he wouldn’t question his trainer. This could be his last chance to see his brother. Slowly, carefully, the lean Pokemon crossed the distance to Leaf. Head low, as he reached out to sniff at her leg, lowering himself onto the ground before her in an attempt to show he meant no harm. One last time he wanted to be with his brother. The next time they met, well, they would be on opposing sides. This was his chance to say goodbye to his brother formerly, and to apologize for how things had ended up.
“No, I’m not,” He responded to her question. His aimlessly wandering was hardly a mission, even if he liked to convince himself he only patrolled this base because he didn’t trust the grunts to do so properly. Truly, he was only occupying his time until he collapsed. It was a habit now, he couldn’t sleep otherwise.
Singing Come Home in a Melody of Tears|| Leaf & Red
Viridian Forest may have been silent but Leaf’s thoughts weren’t at all. Instead of walking beside her Eevee was being held close in her arms looking up at his trainer worried. The last time Leaf was here was arguably the worst day of her life. After everything she lost in this forest she was glad that at least Eevee had been saved. She almost lost her life in this place on top of everything else and a morbid thought of her wondered if her blood had stained the ground.
Gingerly walking through the ruined forest, Leaf held Eevee closer to her. He nudged his head against her chin in an attempt to comfort. That night kept echoing through her mind with each step. The last time she saw Blastoise was when they hurt him here. They took him away after every Pokemon they took from her why did they have to take him too. All of the unwanted memories were coming back, even memories that used to bring her joy were now painful. Walking through here for the first time with Squirtle and Eevee beside her, ready to start a new adventure. It felt like a lifetime ago.
Leaf bit her lip hard trying to stop from crying. She had to focus on her job which was hard with all of her thoughts. Why did she even agree to accept this job? Leaf probably wanted to prove a point to herself about how she was stronger now or something similar. She also didn’t want to worry Green too much. He already had enough on his plate and seemed to just get busier each day.
She paused as she thought she heard a noise and quickly darted behind what was left of a tree. Her heart pounded as she squeezed Eevee close to her. He softly cried out to trying to wiggle out of her arms in order to defend them. Her grip was too tight though and he was getting even more worried about his trainer. Then a voice, a horribly familiar voice, broke the silence and Leaf couldn’t take much of it anymore. Tears broke free and she buried her face into Eevee’s fur as she cried as silent as possible. Why was he here? Was Red of all people going to be the one to take Eevee away?
Their last interaction went horrible since he was now considered an enemy. Leaf still couldn’t understand why Red joined Team Plasma even after the whole fight between him and Green broke out. There was no way Leaf could run or fight
Red. Even with the way he as now there was still a little sliver of hope that the old Red was still in there somewhere. Realizing she still hadn’t answered him and fearing he consequences she quickly wiped away the tears. There was no way in hell she would go out in front of him crying again. She hated crying.
Finally revealing herself she kept a tight grip on Eevee despite his protests and wiggling. She wasn’t willing to let him get far from her in fear of him being taken. Leaf smiled sadly at her former friend before finally responding “Hi Red…”
Sensitive ears pricked forward, as a forked tail waved slowly against the frigid air. Gem still shinning brightly through the darkness, as its red light was cast towards the tree he could hear muffled cries from. Claws digging impatiently into the dirt, as a familiar scent fluttered into his nostrils. A warning growl vibrated harshly against the Espeon’s throat, as dark eyes shifted ever so slightly towards Red. He hardly wished to fight with the Pokemon he knew hid behind the beaten tree, but he would without hesitation if his master asked it of him. Much as he didn’t want to be the one to part his brother from the trainer he knew the Eevee loved dearly, and as much as he didn’t want to see the small creature suffer at the hands of Team Plasma, he knew his place. And that beside Red; for better or for worse.
By the slow shifting of the Pokemon’s shoulder, Red could make out that something was off. Impatience growing upon his features as he waited, had it not been for Espeon’s reaction he would have sent the Pokemon into the forest to chase them out by now. Briefly he considered calling upon Haunter to flush out the intruders, as the ghost Pokemon was constantly lingering about, but he chose to wait. That creature would only annoy him until dawn if he called it to him now, and he was in no mood to deal with the thing for any extended period of time.
But finally, and nearly at the end of Red’s patience, the figure emerged from behind the tree grasping tightly the bundle within their arms. The frown etched into his visage wavered slightly, as he pressed his lips together in a mild display of frustration. Espeon tensed before, and he could feel the eyes of his other Pokemon watching them carefully from nearby. Both confused by Espeon’s defensive nature, and their master’s lack of asking them to capture the girl. He could have, too, with the flick of his wrist, the Pokemon that served him would have been more than enough to overwhelm Eevee, and trap Leaf.
“What are you doing here?” Came his harsh voice, seemingly only adding to the tension that had built up around them. He remained where he stood, though, making no move towards her, as Espeon’s eyes darted between his brother and his master. If Red commanded him, he would have no choice, yet Red had asked nothing of him yet. And that brought relief to the purple Pokemon. Perhaps a part of his trainer hadn’t given up enough to jail his former friend?
“You shouldn’t be wandering around here at night.” And most certainly not around this forest. It was common knowledge that Team Plasma flushed out this forest often to keep wild Pokemon from repairing it or making homes in it. In no way was he happy to see the girl, and part of him was tempted to feign a desire to capture her in order to get her to run away. But she was stubborn, he knew that much from the childhood they had spent together, and feared she would try to fight him if he attacked first. The noise would have alarmed the grunts sleeping within the base, and stirred them into action without a doubt in his mind. After all, he was a rather strict commander.
For once he was almost grateful to the nightmare that kept him from sleeping. If a grunt had been patrolling in his place, well, they wouldn’t be so unwilling to capture someone like Leaf. A member of the resistance, and one with close ties to the leader of the section in Kanto? She was one hell of a prize. But he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Maybe Green, but not Leaf. He was coward, yes, and he wouldn’t deny it, but he cared more about Leaf than he feared the consequences his actions could have.
old man, look at my life. i’m a lot like you were.
Singing Come Home in a Melody of Tears|| Leaf & Red
A chill ran along bare arms, as thebitter night chopped away at the warmth the day had provided. The wind nipped at the skin it exposed beneath his thin shirt, as a hand rose to tug down on the rim of his hat to cast out the glare from the moon above. He could make out the faint sound of shoes clattering against the metal floors of the base fixed behind, but otherwise, everything was still. Even the patter of Espeon’s paws on the grass beside him were nearly silent, and one would have dismissed the gentle tapping if they weren’t listening for it. The quiet was eerie to most, but hardly so to him. If anything, it was almost sad.
His gaze landed on the forest that sat in front of the base, and an unsettlingly grin slipped upon his lips. For once this place had been full of noise at all hours. The constant calls of wild Pokemon had sung through the heavy air no matter the weather. Chattering amongst the trees and dirt that Red had walked through many times before. Once trainers had been scattered about the forest’s grounds, desperately searching for Pokemon amongst the bushes, or waiting for a challenger to test their strength again. When he had been a child, this place had been full of life. And it had marked the start of his adventure.
But now, Viridian Forest was nearly unrecognizable, even to him. Never a sound did it make now. Its once lush landscape now sprinkled with chucks of ice and snow. And the stench of rot hung heavy in the air around it. Its branches nearly barren save for a select few, and the ground which had once held so many plants was now frozen. Rock hard to the touch, and cold to the soles of paws that were brave enough to venture back to this place. He could still pick up the scent of burning wood, and flesh if he tried hard enough. The raid had not been kind to this place, for the Pokemon within it were weak, and the trainers were next to worthless. The creatures that he had seen years ago were likely dead now, and he had been there the day their lives had ended. But the forest was lifeless now, and all that remained were the memories he had of it before he had assisted in destroying it.
A soft call sounded gently from the Pokemon at his side, but he dismissed the creature’s concern. Turning on his heels to continue on his portal around the base. Hands shoving themselves into the pockets of his jeans, as he ignored the lingering presence of the forest. The terrified cries of the Pokemon they had burned, and the desperation of the trainers they had defeated. The stench of burning wood, and the fear of the land. Within his head, these sounds still played constantly. As if life somehow remained in the forest, however fleeting that was within the clutter of his exhausted mind.
The option to force a grunt to do such mundane work was always present in his mind, as he circled the area slowly. But he never did. Feeling some sort of obligation to this place. If, once again, it would need to be destroyed, he would rather dirty his own hands than ask a worm to do it for him. And perhaps tonight his inability to rely on anyone else would prove to be his own saving grace, as Espeon’s ears swirled forward suddenly. Halting in his tracks, as a growl formed in his throat. Gem glowing brightly in the darkness, as he leapt in front of Red.
Yanking his attention from his thoughts, he directed his gaze to where the creature’s eyes were fixed. A frown etching itself onto his harsh features, barely able make out the form of a figure tucked behind the burned trees. “Show yourself,” He commanded. His voice was strict, and commanding. Only a fool would turn tail from a man like him. But he was more than willing to play tag with this stranger if they didn’t comply. He was more than confident in his hunting abilities.
Timeless || Green, Leaf, & Red (Childhood AU)
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Leaf giggled a bit as she let herself be pulled away from the safety of the town into the tall grass. She was certain that her mom was going to kill her if she ever figured out where she was and who she was with. Her mother was always wary of Green, mostly because he somehow always managed to find trouble and drag her with him, Leaf was just as adventurous as he was though. She pushed the slight fear back confident that she wouldn’t get in trouble.
As Green continued to literally drag her into trouble she looked around at the wondrous forbidden route. Maybe they would see a Pidgey, she heard they were quite cute and she really wanted to see one for herself up close. What if she somehow managed to befriend it too! Her mom wouldn’t be happy at all but having a secret Pokémon friend sounded pretty cool.
A noise from behind took Leaf out of her thoughts and she saw that it was Red and Pikachu. She smiled even though Red said it was dangerous and hardly listened as Green replied. Leaf was too focused on Pikachu staring at him with wide hazel eyes. He was so cute! Red was lucky that he had such a cute Pokemon and that he had one at all. Her mom would never allow for her to have a Pokemon. Maybe she could convince her eventually; her mom did like Red more than Green.
“Huh?” she asked realizing that she was supposed to answer something as Green towards to her. It took a moment before Leaf processed everything that was said before nodding. “Right,” she finally said barely taking her eyes off of Pikachu. “Do you want to go explore with us! Maybe since we have Pikachu with us we can get a closer look at a wild Pokemon!” she suggested swaying back and forth excitedly. Hopefully they said yes, it would be fun to have an exploration team traveling through forbidden lands.
He could feel his eyeballs rolling to the back of his head the very moment Green responded to his statement. Hold around Pikachu loosening slightly, as a frown etched itself onto his features, and he closed the gap between himself and the other children. A lecture lingered on his tongue, as he approached them through the thick grass. Concerned squeaks slipped past the rodent’s mouth, as the small Pokemon sensed the growing agitation within his master’s chest. Small paws clawed gently at the child’s dark shirt, but his efforts to deter Red’s focus away from the other children were fruitless at best. Instead choosing to settled down within his trainer’s arms, and snuggles himself close to Red’s chest, as his ears flattened firmly against his head. He disliked it when the group argued, as it confused the poor creature.
“You’re being an idiot again,” Red snapped at the other boy while still keeping his tone down. He didn’t want to startle any of the wild Pokemon that could be nearby, or give the mouse within his arms a heart attack. “If you keep thinking like that you’re going to get hurt,” he added on. Not like Green didn’t get himself into trouble constantly, but that never stopped Red from trying to get him out of it before it happened. But it would take more than a miracle to convince the other boy to listen to him. “Aren’t you worried about what Daisy and the Professor will think if they can’t find you? You shouldn’t worry your family…”
Lowering his gaze slightly, he quickly averted his attention to Leaf, who Green had talked into agreeing with him. “You shouldn’t always take his side. It’s not like he knows what he’s doing.” He was digging himself straight into an argument with the stronger boy, and he knew it. But he didn’t want his friends getting hurt wondering around in the forest.
Hearing Leaf’s request, he rocked forward slightly on his heels, as he took comfort in the sensation of Pikachu’s breathing against his body. Maybe she was right; maybe they would be fine since Pikachu was here. But he also didn’t want to endanger the small rodent. Granted, he wasn’t about to think that he could convince them to come back to town with him. So, he should probably go with them so Pikachu could protect them if they got into any trouble. Oh, but what would his mother think? If she found out he was exploring the forest the dear woman might drop dead of fright for her only child. But what if he did leave and Green and Leaf got hurt? It was easy to tell by the look on his face that he was overthinking their current situation.
“O-Okay,” He sighed, finally giving in. “We’ll come with you, but we have to be back before it gets dark. I don’t know if Pikachu can handle the stronger ones.” He lifted his hand from beneath the rodent, stroking its chin to encourage the creature. Its tail wagging slightly, as it slipped out of Red’s arms, and onto his shoulders. Paws clinging to the boy’s hat, as it peaked over his head. Its ears high, and alert, as it kept its gaze on the area around them. At least Pikachu listened to him.
Maybe I built this house just to burn it down
From the ashes I shall wear a crown .
Timeless || Green, Leaf, & Red (Childhood AU)
A light breeze rubbed warmly against thin, bare arms. Causing a shiver to run down his back beneath the thin fabric of the boy’s shirt, as he rolled lazily over onto his side. Allowing the soft sensation of the grass to grace across his skin. Eyes straining to remain closed beneath the intensity of the sun, as he dragged a hand across the ground to set it over his tired eyes. Curling his knees into his stomach, as if the motion would somehow protect him from the light, and heat beating down upon his features. His nose wrinkling in protest, as a light moan slipped past his pale lips.
Peace retuned to the child only briefly before it was stolen by the startling sensation of something cold pressing itself against his cheek. His hand fell from his head to reach out towards the cause. Fingers brushed gently against short, but soft fur, and he allowed his hand to rest against the source’s back. Eyes slipping open slowly to stare back at the small Pokemon. A smile slipped softly upon his features, as he rubbed the creature’s chubby cheeks. Earning an excited “Pika!” from the mouse, as it’s thin tail beat against the air.
Sitting up, he rubbed his hands against his eyes, as the small creature rubbed against his legs. Small noises rumbling within its stomach vibrated against the thick material of his jeans. “What’s wrong?” He mumbled, reaching down to take the Pokemon within his arms. “Did something scare you?” He asked, as the Pikachu struggled against his hold. Easily slipping out of his weak grasp to tumble down his legs and plop back onto the ground with a loud “Pika!” Red’s brow rose at the Pokemon, watching the energetic Pokemon paw at his legs.
“Okay, okay,” He sighed, giving into the creature, as he shoved himself onto his feet. A yawn managing to escape from his mouth, as he extended his hand towards the sky to stretch out the arm he had been sleeping own. Flexing his fingers in an attempt to regain feeling within them before giving his full attention to the frantic little creature.
Finally managing to grab his trainer’s attention, the Pokemon swirled around on its heels, and took off. “H-Hey!” Stumbling over his own two feet, Red followed after the far faster creature. Calling its name in a feeble attempt to get the creature to slow down once he realized where it was heading. “Pikachu! C-Come back! We’re not allowed over there.” But his shouts went completely ignored by the normally obedient Pokemon. “The Professor, and mom won’t like this,” His pleas didn’t appear to convince the creature to stop, and the boy slowed his pace. Hesitant to continue following Pikachu, but it lasted only briefly, and he picked up his pace. If something happened to the rodent, he would be heartbroken. The small animal was like family to the child.
Taking a deep breath, he sped up. Leaping towards the Pokemon once he managed to catch sight of it again. Extending his arms to grasp Pikachu within them when he smacked against the ground. Holding the mouse close to his chest, as he rolled against the grass, stopping only when his back smacked against the trunk of a tree. A pained yelp flew from his mouth, and he tightened his grip on the small Pokemon. Shoving his face against its yellow fur in a rather pitiful attempt to hide the tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
A concerned purr sounded from Pikachu, as he reached up to try to lick at Red’s face, forcing the boy to pry his visage away from the comfort of the Pokemon’s warm fur. “I’m okay. Just don’t run off.” The Pokemon’s ears flattened against his head, as he let out an apologetic cry. “It’s okay.” He hugged the creature tightly, rubbing his hands against its back to calm it down.
It was then that he managed to hear the shouting that had attracted the Pikachu’s frantic concern earlier. Gaze shifting to glance over his shoulder. Spotting Green and Leaf amongst the trees and grass. Agitation rose upon his features, and he quickly rose to his feet. “What are you guys doing out here? It’s dangerous,” He called, pushing through the thick grass to reach them.
We've Run Out of Childhood Dreams || Green, Leaf, & Red
The crack his fist made against red’s skull was the most satisfying noise he’d heard in a long time. One he would be willing to repeat again and again. Maybe if he hit it long enough, that horrible look would disappear from his face, maybe he’d somehow turn back into the Red he’s known in his childhood days.
Any sense of satisfaction punching Red might have given him was short-lived the minute the other opened his mouth again. First of all with the audacity to laugh, then to continue on with more insults. Green’s face flushed, as if it were possible for his temper to heat up any further. Hearing leaf’s name from those cold lips was more than he was willing to stand for. It was as if every phrase was designed specifically to twist into his heart. The words from his mouth were the ones he had always suspected he had thought about him; that he was stupid, that he was a failure, that leaf should leave him. To hear such things said out loud was too much.
The instant Red mentioned his previous pokemon the color drained from his face. His newly readying punch froze, eyes widening in horror as his blood ran cold immediately. No. They hadn’t managed to find them, they couldnt have. He’d tried so hard, hoped against hope that they would have been safer out there where they could hide than they ever would be with him.
His pause was enough of a lapse in concentration to allow Red’s fist to connect. He staggered backwards, ears ringing from the blow. Somehow getting punched back hadnt been high on his possible consequences list.
"Shut up," he spat, ignoring the pain to focus, "you dont know anything about them." He forced himself to meet his viridescent eyes to red’s crimson, refusing the unbelievable urge to look away, "After all, you’re just plasma trash now. Why should anything you say be true."
His words spoke of a bravado he just didnt have. red’s words had him scared deeper than he would ever admit. He wanted to hear him say they were alive, at least. if they were controlled, enslaved, fine. he could win them back by sheer willpower alone. but his pokemon were raised to fight, the trouble they’d cause… If another one of them was dead…
He shook his head, partly to clear it of the darkening thoughts that threatened to overtake him and partly to clear the last of the ringing from his skull. He longed to get back at Red again, but now Leaf was in the way, and he hesitated to trade blows with Red around her. “Leaf, move out of the way,” his breathing was heavy already, not that the physical exertion was too much, but rather that the sheer force of his temper was driving his heart-rate through the roof. His eyebrows knit together, she was crying. Why did she have to be crying now, he had more pressing matters at hand, like making Red be the one that was crying.
The poor dear. Was the only thought that ran through that twisted mind of his when Leaf managed to say the words in return to his statement, having recovered from the punch by now. A shame that Green was dragging her down with him. It was only a mattered of time before Team Plasma crushed what remained of his childhood friends. In fact, he might even grace them with defeat at his hands, if they continued to involve themselves with his job. Of course, that was if he felt that they were worthy of being taken in by someone of his status.
“Oh? You don’t? You don’t sound so sure of that,” He teased. His lips curling in a smirk as he watched the anger rising in the creature he had once known so well. And all Espeon could do was watch his brother and sister grow to hate the man his trainer had morphed into. His eyes locking the others, as if to say that he wouldn’t hesitate to strike them down if they made the first move. Yet, he didn’t desire to fight with them. Family was family, even when it was staring you down with the intention of killing. However, one’s partner was their world; their everything, and Espeon would bite the bullet for Red at any given moment.
The moment Green’s face flushed was a moment of complete victory to Red. He’d hid hit mark all right, perhaps even with flying colors? And it was oh so satisfying to see the face of his former best friend twist with nothing but sheer anger towards him. Green had always been easy to read, and he certainly was making Red’s job a rather simple one.
Break him. Destroy him. Yes, that’s all he had to do to the other, as well as Leaf. Beat them down until they couldn’t stand against him anymore. Then steal away what remained. They were better off without the silly dreams they still seemed to be clinging to. There was nothing in this world now and the sooner they learned that, the better. At least then they would stop shouting nonsense from their pathetic mouths. Yet, they wouldn’t thank him despite the favor he was doing for them.
With each insult that dripped from his vile lips, he felt it was getting closer and closer to his goal. Fist smacking into the others face when he froze at the words that slipped from Red’s mouth. While the punch hitting its mark wasn’t nearly as satisfying as the look on Green’s face had been when he had mentioned his former friend’s Pokemon, he wasn’t about to trade the sensation for anything in the world. As if years of built up rage and anger at the world had been released with the sound of the collision.
Harsh, crimson irises easily met with Green’s far more lively ones. So, that was it? That was the best his former rival could come up with? “Why, Green, am I starting to get to you?” He mocked, taking a step closer to the other. Oh, he knew he was playing with fire, but that had never stopped him before. “I know everything about them, Green. After all, everything that happens in Kanto gets reported to directly to me.”
It was the last comment that made Red lose it. A laugh slipped from his lips. Team Plasma trash, huh? “That’s the best you can do? Tell me, what reason would this ‘Team Plasma trash’ have to lie to you? Because I honestly can’t think of one.” He didn’t even have to look at Espeon to know how disgusted the Pokemon was with him, but even that wasn’t enough to make him stop. No, he promised he would always protect the creature. No matter who got in his way.
His hand quickly formed another fist, fully prepared to fight back as he expected Green to take his words passively. However, Leaf rushed between them, catching him off guard when she screamed at them to stop. Freezing up for only a brief moment at the sight of her crying before his confidence returned, and his expression hardened once again. She was just as much his enemy as Green was. If she wanted to throw herself into the fray, well, that was fine with him.
“Why? Are you afraid you’ll make a mistake?” He taunted Green. “She’s stronger than you.” He wasn’t going to demand Leaf move aside, but he always wasn’t going to hit her. He mentally cursed her being so damn stubborn. If she would just roll over and join Team Plasma, she could avoid the amount of trouble that remaining with the Resistance was going to cause her. They were both better off in Team Plasma. Fighting against them was pointless, at least in Red’s mind. “Why don’t you both just give up and join Team Plasma? You can’t win.”
I thought of angels, Choking on their halos...
Pulling out their fragile teeth, And clip their tiny wings....
If heaven's grief brings hell's rain, Then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday
We've Run Out of Childhood Dreams || Green, Leaf, & Red
The umbreon’s hackles raised, reacting immediately to the anger she felt bubbling up in her trainer beside her. It set her own nerves on edge, as if the sight of her brother, seemingly uncaring hadn’t been offputting enough for her. She glanced at her other brother at Leaf’s feet, not knowing what to do. If their master’s were going to fight, she knew she would choose Green over the espeon before her, and that knowledge scared her.
Green’s hands had tightened into fists at Red’s words, his face contorting into a sour expression unrecognizeable from his usual smirk. The ghost pokemon’s laughter grated his nerves, he would have wondered where Red had found such a twisted thing if he hadn’t been so enraged by it’s master’s offhanded tone. Absolutely nothing he had said was anything resembling “funny”, much less so when said in a tone so unlike the one he had been used to from his old friend.He heard Leaf’s voice beside him, echoing his sentiments, but to his red-clouded mind it seemed as if her voice were already far away.
Red’s final words snapped what little remaining self-control he had. years of training, meditation, self-reflection, all in an attempt to come to terms with the fact that Red had beaten him at every turn, all of them were blown away in one phrase, reopening the scars of deeply festering resentment and burning anger he had kept in check for so long.
"Do you really think," he huffed, "that knowing I’d always lost to you ever stopped me before?"
His Umbreon barked in alarm as Green dashed forward, all thoughts of pokemon or arguments gone from his mind, replaced by an all consuming desire to wipe the blank look of the face in front of him. He swung his fist full-force at the man’s jaw, not caring of he broke his knuckles as long as he could break his face as well.
He pitied the poor girl, he really did. The poor thing got dragged into a mess like this and he could only bring himself to blame Green for her current condition and allies. Things would be better if she just left the worthless asshole on his own. After all, what value of sanity did Green even hold without her around? Little, or so he assumed. He saw little point to both of them pulling themselves into the pit of Hell against Team Plasma and Green was far beyond any logical reasoning. Funny how he could barely recall the times when he had been so close to either one of them.
“It’s a shame you’re here with him, Leaf. You’d be better off with Team Plasma.” He allowed a dark grin to creep across his features. Haunter’s own hands come up to cover the ghost’s mouth and a fit of sharp, but restrained, giggles pushed from the Pokemon’s mouth. “Standing here with him won’t do anything for you. He’ll fall. He can’t win. There’s no point in allowing pity to keep you with him.” Ah, yes, this was why Haunter adored this boy, because he was so far gone that not even seeing his two dear friends could spark even the slightest bit of emotion from the former Champion.
His attention returned to Green when Haunter began to point at the other, still attempting to contain his laughter. Oh, was he angry now? Figures. Crimson irises watched the other with interest, but they were filled with mockery. He thought so little of his two friends that it was hysterical to see their reaction to his ‘betrayal’. Were they so hurt by their friend going off and murdering these useless Pokemon that they couldn’t contain their poorly displayed emotions? What a bore. How…worthless of them. A shame that they hadn’t changed in the years since he had last crossed paths with them. A shame that they were so laughably foolish.
He waved his hand in the air, sending off Haunter, but Espeon remained at his side. His eyes watched his siblings, but never did he offer them a friendly gesture. He only stood at his master’s side, though the entire situation was sickening to him, he was too loyal to Red to act out against his dearly beloved trainer. His visage giving not a single hint of emotion as Haunter tapped Persian on the shoulder and then returned to his job. The feline chased after the ghost, claws digging out Pokemon hidden beneath the around; devouring them as Haunter tormented the others until they drew their last breath.
A dark eyebrow cocked at Green’s words. He was about to retort, but Green lunged from his position. His fist smacked into the boy’s cheek, Red having managed to shy away from the blow ever so slightly. His teeth greeted and the metallic taste of blood lingered on his tongue. He brought his hand up to rub his cheek, facing to the side to spit out the blood within his jaw. It hurt. Oh, it hurt like hell, but his face didn’t show it at all. Instead, he laughed, glowing crimson hues looking Green straight on.
“Of course it wouldn’t.” He straightened himself out and shifted to stand in front of Espeon, trying to move the Pokemon away. “It would have made you intelligent.” Espeon whined slightly, but was gathered up by Haunter and pushed to the sidelines. “But, here you are, a moron that can never learn his lesson. Tell me, Green, where did that get you, huh?” He laughed. His face grim and his eyes dark. “Oh, Green, did you know? I know what happened to some of your Pokemon. Do you want to know their fate?”
Espeon called out to his trainer. That was a mistake and oh did he know it. Red only took the moment to send his fist towards Green’s face.
Bromine
Bromine: What was your favorite food when you were a child?
All right, so on a list of all of the questions he had been asked recently this was most certainly one of the strangest and he wasn’t quite sure how to respond to it. He had never been a picky eater, but he also had never been a big eater, landing him somewhere in the concept of food is okay, but not great. Even if he sat down and thought about, he doubted that he would be able to come up with anything. It wasn’t as if his mother had made an effort to cook food that anyone liked, in their house all that mattered was if it was eatable or not.
Growing up with little money meant that he merely ate whatever was fed to him by his mother, regardless of if he enjoyed it or not. They tended to eat the same meals often and it was rare that any mix of new items were added. His mother made what she could, but after a long day at work, well, she couldn’t be bothered to create anything that was too difficult or time consuming, even as Red tried to help her.
“As if I could remember.” That was an honest answer, even if he had likely never had a favorite in the first place.At the time, he had been grateful for whatever his mother slapped onto the table before him, even if it happened to look like she had just picked it off of the road sometimes. She would never do such a thing, though, but she had never been a good cook.
Acorn
Acorn: What would your character do if they lived forever?
“Don’t you have something better to do?” Crimson hues regarded the keeper of the question for a few brief moments of annoyance, though it didn’t display, but fair was fair, even if he wasn’t a fan of this strange game of questions that happened to be going around like something akin to a plague. Arms crossed over his chest as he allowed his eyes to advert their gaze in order to allow his mind to freely toy with the question that had been presented to him.
Forever. That word meant nothing to him. Living forever was impossible. Forever was a false promise that only ended in disaster, nothing could be eternal, the world had been constructed in manner that revolved around death. Forever was myth and that was all it was to the harsh teen, never would it be anything more and it had no right to be. Death was release; death was freedom, even if it resulted in nothing short of horrid punishment for those such as himself. Life without death to comfort one was an empty life indeed, even if, as a child he had foolishly promised forever when he had never had a right to. Crimson orbs slowly allowing themselves to shut at the thought, memories of mistakes in his past flood forth.
“Hey, Pikachu?” Rolling onto his stomach in the soft, lush grass, the young child offered a joyful smile to the small rodent before him. Ebony hair falling in a mess before his youthful and bright eyes, a hand reaching out to stroke the short fur that covered the electric Pokemon. A light breeze toying with clothing far too large for the boy, attempting to pull it along with it, though unable to do so no matter how much effort it put forth. A gentle warmth holding onto the small, lively town that so many had begun to call their home, warming the boy is a protective hold.
A happy squeak was the response he was given from the Pikachu, his pointy tail wagging at the sound of his young trainer’s voice. Only a few short months had passed since the Pokemon had come into the child’s possession, yet it was impossible to see one without the other, seemingly attached at the hip. Red’s smile widened when he was given a response, legs kicking into the air as he moved to sit up, taking the small Pokemon into his arms and holding him high above his head, earning him a surprise call from the Pokemon.
“Let’s make a promise, okay?” He brought the Pokemon down into his lap, a hand moving to gently ran across the creature’s back. The rodent titled his head to the side, looking up at the boy with a questioning gaze, Red’s grin becoming something soft and sincere. “It’s a little silly, but when I think about leaving in a couple of years I guess I get a little nervous.” He earned a confused huff from the creature who used a small paw to tug at his trainer’s oversized shirt. A laugh falling from Red’s lips. “I sometimes think things won’t go well, but then I think that I’ll always have you and mom. So, promise me that we’ll be together forever? You have to pink swear!” The boy held out the smallest finger on his right hand, smiling down at the creature that let out a joyful cry before wrapping his smallest digit around the boy’s. Tail wagging as Red pulled their hands down before releasing his old on the Pokemon’s paw.
“Make sure not to break it.” He leaned down, pressing his forehead against the creature’s, the warmth of the creature’s short fur pressing into his skin.
Crimson hues opened. Yes, forever was a lie, something that was impossible. The world would never work in such a manner, but perhaps it wanted him to live and that living was his punishment. “Forever doesn’t exist and if it did, I wouldn’t waste my time with it.” He would rather take his life than be forced to live for such an extended amount of time. Death kept him alive; eternal life would only kill what little remained of him.
