take the crown

  Red frowned and held out his hand. “C’mon.. Let’s get you to your place.” he told Green. “Where did they put you?”

Really this was the most Red had spoken without constantly trailing off. He’d explain later that the scientists oddly gave them places to live and whatnot. Red was actually one of the fortunate ones to receive an apartment, but he was too closed in…

First though, Red wanted to stop for a snack. He hadn’t eaten very much in a while, from adjusting to the environment. He was really only surviving on RAGECANDYBARS and LAVACOOKIES that he picked up a month ago in a specialty shop in Kalos, in all truth, he was shocked the food even stayed edible this long.

He pulled out the map he’d bought when he arrived at the City and sighed as he stared at it. “Food… I want some.” he mumbled as a very loud growl from Red’s stomach seemed to agree.

Watching the little Charmander made Red curious. He knelt down and held out a hand carefully for the Pokemon to sniff. Red mumbled a soft hello and smiled. Pika jumped off his Trainer’s cap and sniffed the Fire Pokemon.

“Pi?”

Green hadn’t expected to see this person either—in fact, the possibility that they might both be stolen to the same place never crossed his mind. But it made sense—even if he didn’t like it, the universe couldn’t have him there without Red. Red could certainly be there without him, but never the other way around.  The last time he remembers seeing Red was in Unova. How time went by so quick.

"I’m surprised they caught you too." he fumbles with the lone Pokeball at his waist, and suddenly wonders if Red suffers from the same emptiness of separation that he does.

"Is the mouse okay," he asks casually, not wanting to appear as interested as he was.

The ravenette gave a curt nod and made a small noise, acknowledging Green’s question. “..Mm.. Yeah.” he replied, running his thumb over the tight chains over his Pokeballs.. However, only one was left like normal— reason being, the creature was climbing up Red’s back as it held out it’s little yellow paw.

"Pika!" the mouse cried out as it settled itself atop Red’s baseball cap.

Heh, it figured as much. It was probably real, because Red was Red and Red and Pikachu were heart and soul. Green takes a moment to brood, hair falling over his eyes only a moment before he regains his composure. He didn't feel ashamed--anyone would miss their Pokemon. But maybe it was for the better that they weren't here. If something happened to them that was out of his control, he wouldn't be able to live with himself. So, the main focus now was figuring out how to triumph in this world.