『0』『2』 Requested by Astraea_Eos

I formulated this fanfic as best as I could without it being overly romantic or dramatic. I wanted this to be a perfect blend of being emotional but realistic in a way, to show how Blue would have grown. Also, It's been centuries since I ever posted something on Wattpad, but it's finally uploaded in the flesh! Hope you enjoy Eos and don't be afraid to ask for changes! ^^

If it looks glitchy please tell me, because I copied and paste this story from my grammarly document to here and it probably didn't look right but it does in my end. If so, I'll fix it asap.

Gary Oak #2777659 by Hericide on ZeroChan

Link: zerochan.net/2777659

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   I can't believe I made this far. I'm the king of Kanto and I sat in my well-deserved throne. I pelted through the barrage of pokemon the Elite Four threw at me and I was rewarded with the best title to ever own.

   It was easier than I expected. And they call themselves the Elite Four? How pathetic. I put them in their place and now I'm the ultimate trainer in this region. I worked hard to get here, getting the best pokemon, and training them to exceed their limitations.

   So I definitely deserved to be here. Especially with ___.

   This girl has been with me since the test of time. Unlike the cheerleaders who have empty brains, ___ was actually knowledgeable in great battle strategies. Hell, she even taught me a trick to two.

   She was the only girl I considered being with me. I thought Misty was a close second, but her bitchy temper got on my nerves and she only had useless water types and a Togepi that didn't impress me in the slightest.

   ___ was the full package. A badass trainer. A confident girl. A jokester that gave me the best laughs. And a supporter for me through the end.

   How was I blessed to have this young woman? I don't think I deserve her, even if I'm in this throne room with her by my side. And that said a lot. In fact, I felt like she was better than me in everything. She could even take this throne away from me if she wanted. She even managed to beat Red a few times, something I've never done.

   Speaking of Red, that boy came through the door an hour later of me capturing the throne. His black silhouette was cast in the doorway, and a bright white light filled the semi-dark throneroom. It was like he was the villain to my journey. But I'm more than ready to defeat him.

   "What took you so long?" I greeted him with a smirk as I relaxed my throne. Yet, he didn't say a word and that serious face of his made my stomach clench. Maybe it was fear, but I doubt it. That was the way I always felt battling him, it was just a lot of adrenaline. Now it had gotten worse at this very moment and my lungs felt like they would collapse at any time.

   I didn't know why my body was acting up, but a little stress wasn't gonna deter me from winning. I took a deep breath and lifted myself from my seat.

   I walked up to the battlefield and Red already had a poke ball in his hand. I looked back and saw ___ with that bright smile of hers. A smile that showed me that she believed in me no matter what. And then I felt like my throat was being constricted by a metal pipe.

   But I told myself that I'm overreacting and took out my own poke ball.

   "Red, I suggest you forfeit now or you're gonna go through a world of pain soon after." ___ boasted.

   Of course, that didn't deter the silent boy and he threw out his first pokemon. The red plasma formed around the creature before it dispersed and revealed a rage-filled Charizard. Fire was already being spewed from his mouth and he roared.

   What a cute little battle cry. It didn't make me nor ___ flinch. Too bad that overrated lizard could easily be defeated by my Blastoise. I summoned the water type into the field and we were set to start the battle.

   Red made a gesture with his hand and the Charizard bulleted through the air. A straightforward attack? Hm, he might have been playing stupid or trying to throw me off guard. "Blastoise, use Skull Bash!"

   Blastoise pulled back into his shell. As I predicted, the Charizard went in for an attack. But not with a move. He picked up Blastoise somehow, flew high up to the ceiling, and then dropped him.

   Blastoise crashed against the floor and let out a small grunt. Despite that drop damaging him, it was only a tickle and his defense increased right after. Then I realized Blastoise couldn't use Skullbash because Charizard would be flying for most of the time. Of course, close psychical attacks wouldn't work, why was I being so dense?

   "C'mon Blue, you got this! You have the advantage." I heard ___s' voice and that made me gather my composure.

   "Use Hydro Pump!"

   The turtle pokemon brought himself out of his shell and fired water from his canons. Red had commanded Charizard to move, but the water was deadly fast and struck him on the chest. Steam rose from his body as the water made contact and he screeched.

   It was satisfying to see him tumbling towards the ground. However, he corrected himself in the air and hovered above the ground. His eyes bore into mines, giving me a glimpse of his sheer determination. "Hm, so that lizard isn't that useless I thought." I shrugged. "Eh, it's still no match."

   I commanded for Blastoise to use Aura Spear. That would finish him off.

   The water type channeled his aura into his mouth and a blue orb formed. He launched it and the attack cutter through the air with breakneck speed.

   I didn't know how, but that Charizard managed to pull off a sword dance and then charged forward. Flames wrapped around his body as he torpedo towards the orb. He obliterated it with ease and crashed into Blastoise.

   I heard my pokemon cry out in immense pain as smoke engulfed the battlefield. I held my breath but was giving Red too much credit. A Flare Blitz wasn't enough to take down a tanky water type with a defense boost.

   But then I almost totally forgot about the Sword Dance. I was proven wrong when the smoke cleared and both of our pokemon were dazed and lying on the metal ground. I sighed and then retrieved Blastoise into his poke ball while Red did the same. "So what? That was a draw. We still have more pokemon to go through." I glared at him, before softening gaze and glanced over at ___.

   At the corner of my eye, I can see her lips pressed into a thin line. Whatever reasonable strategies in my head disappeared and I was starting to lose faith in myself. 'Shit, it was only one draw. Don't kid yourself, she was just mad at Red, that's all,' I said in my head to lift my spirits. Yet I took my willpower for granted.

   We battled back and forth, shouting commands and trading blows. It took centuries for our pokemon to faint, but that really showed how evenly strong we are and I took that for granted. Craters were carved out of the arena, leaves and water and burn marks coated the ground, and the last touch to our masterpiece were scratches and blood littered at every corner. Of course, on our last pokemon, he took out his retched Pikachu against my Pidgeot. It didn't matter that he had a type advantage, I'd still push his shit in with my agile flying type. I was right because the electric mouse shot out lightning bolt after lightning bolt, but my Pidgeo sliced through the air skillfully, avoiding them all.

   "Use Sky Attack!" I said and the bird hovered in the air on the spot.

   White light encased around its body as it stored power.

   Red took this is as an opportunity to strike one successful thunderbolt.

   My Pidgeot closed its eyes and flinched, taking the hit as hard as it could as it continued to charge the move. Once all the power was summoned, its eyes jolted open.

   Its pupils widened, a sudden predatory instinct awakened inside of it. It skyrocketed without warning.

   It made contact centered in the mouse's stomach. He screeched as he flew and then hit his back against the wall.

   Red gave all of his attention to his friend that flinched as he got up. Then he shot a glare at my way like I was some villain.

   I know I can be an asshole and he should know that was nothing new. This was the big leagues and I wanted to put this boy and his weak muskrat into their place.

   ". . . !" Red made a swift motion with his hand.

   Still frail and injured, Pikachu hustled forward.

   By default, the Pidgeot soared through the air to dodge any attack. I hoped that he would throw out useless moves and become too tired and I planned to deal the final blow.

   I got confused when the Pikachu just stood there and charged electricity, watching the bird move unpredictably. He then turned to Red while he watched also. All of a sudden the trainer's eyes brightened and he clicked his finger.

   The stored electricity formed into a ball. He launched it.

   I saw my Pidgeot had zoomed right into it. The unexpected accuracy made the bird squeal in agony. I never saw it this vulnerable in its life and I froze.

   Without a command, it stood there with the effects of paralysis set in. Red pointed forward and the electric mouse ran. Sparks ignited all over its body as it jumped ram into the bird.

   It let out another horrifying screech from its beak before plummeting to the ground. Feathers and sand whipped in the air before settling.

   It was over like that. There were so many emotions boiling inside of me I can't begin to describe with words. But I said what I wanted to say.

   "Why? Why did I lose? I never made any mistakes raising my pokemon. Damnit, you're the new champion...I hate to admit it." I truly did because I put so much effort into crafting my pokemon into real beasts while he still had that undergrowth mouse.

   What really put the salt in the wood when Gramps praised Red for his accomplishment and then only said to me that I lost because I didn't put "love and trust" into my pokemon. After those words of knowledge, he went on forth with Red to the room beyond, leaving me all alone. I could have joined them, but I'm not ready to see them bonding better than I do while still processing my loss. I didn't think love and trust were in the formula in making a great team since I literally bulldozed through the Elite Four with ease.

   Then again...Red did the same thing but with weaker pokemon. I thought I didn't want feelings being involved because it wasn't necessary, but I realized how ironic I was when I hear ___'s feet shuffling towards me.

   I had completely forgotten about her. She had stayed silent for the rest of the match. Many reasons for it popped into my head: her being immersed in the battle experience to the point she forgot to speak, her being so disappointed she can't speak of it, or her stopping herself from saying nasty things about Red only for it to backfire in the end.

   "Blue, love, are you alright...? Did it hit hard for you?" She said in a tone as if I was some injured creature she was cautiously approaching.

   "Obviously not. I can't believe he won with the power of 'love', and the old man treats him as a grandson more than I do," I said to her and myself. I knew I was some troublesome grandson to him and I regret it a little, especially right now.

   ___ tried to read me of what was going inside my head while it looked like she was thinking hard as well.

   But I saved us some time and spoke firmly to break the silence. "Why not go with him? You don't seem confident in me anymore...and he's the better man now that you deserve." I slowly felt like an inferior product and I truly thought ___ needed the best man. The best everything.

   "N-no, of course not!" She shouted in protest. "I still want to be with you. Well yeah, Red beat you but I'm never going to be head over heels for him like I do for you."

   Steam floated to my head and face and I scowled at her for the first time. "Why? I'm a big ass and Red was more mature than me? I probably hurt you multiple times without knowing. Can't you see...?" I was upset at her, upset at her for not accepting the fact that I was a loser and move on. Although I was unaware of my body language and my reddened face that conveyed a more aggressive tone than I expected, I already just hurt her without realizing it.

   Yet I truly have mistaken how strong ___ actually was. She processed my words but ignored them as well. She took my hand and placed it on the side of her soft cheek. Her welcoming warmth and smile burled in half of my palm made my insecurities sit in the nosebleeds. "You can always improve yourself, Blue. I'll bury that deep into your thick skull until you do. I still have to learn as well since I shared the same ideals as you do, so we're both wrong."

   "I never looked at it that way before. Both of us lost basically..."

   "Mhm! We both have a lot to improve on and we can do it together like we always have been on day one. Oak did say we needed to grow a stronger bond with our pokemon. It sounded cheesy to me, but it's just like how we put love and trust in our relationship."

   When I look into the faces of my team, all I see are beasts that are built for combat. How can you say "I love you" to an apex predator with little personality and story to understand human complexity? But I literally say that to ___ every morning and she doesn't have to think to understand how I feel. I still won't say I love my pokemon, but I wouldn't mind spending time with them and see where they take me on an emotional journey.

   My thoughts were interrupted by ___. "I can't wait to see us all grow, you are even changing right now! The first thing we should do is heal your pokemon and eat! We totally forgot to take care of ourselves psychically already."

   "Oh, shit-" I turned to my Pidgeot and it still on the ground, beyond fainted and still had sparks coursing through its feathers. Oh yes, I'm already treating my pokemon with the best love in the universe. As I returned it to its poke ball, I thought if the bird gave me Hell after being healed then that would be deserved karma for me. My bad.

   ___ giggled softly. "You see? You're already feeling sympathy for them...Ready to go or...?" She looked past the doorway where my Gramps and Red went.

   I shook my head. "Let's head out, I'll deal with talking with them later. I want to spend quality time with my best girl."

   Those words probably made her super mushy when I saw her get all giddy. "Well then c'mon on, my best man. Let's go." With that, I was more than eager to go.

   I looked back at that hallway again as she went. Everything was telling me to say sorry to them both. But I want to wait. Wait until I felt like I've become a proper grandson and rival and the sting between me and them has dimmed. 'I hope you can forgive my shitty ways, I'll get out of your hair but I will come back!' I solidified in a mental list of new goals before following ___.

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