(fan art in media by BlackBlumentritt)

Once I stepped onto the lush green land, the jade blades of grass skimmed my ankles which were covered by their usual simply blue leg warmers. The wind breathed a cool and soft breeze across my skin and ran its invisible fingers though my lengthening hair. I twisted my neck around to face the ocean where my aqua tinted Vaporeon stretched out his, presumably, sore limbs. The high dandelion sun was cast upon the silvery saltwater sea, making it glitter like magic was all around.

"Vayy?" My eeveelution questioned with exhaustion pulling at his facial muscles. His obsidian eyes were simply begging to take a long rest. He had just surfed me across the large gap of water between Cinnabar Island and my "hometown" of Pallet. Consequently before that, we had faced off with pyro-master and Gym Leader, Blaine. I wouldn't blame my little Vaporeon to just collapse where he shakily positioned himself.

I learned that the pokemon center just restores a pokemon's health, but like any other creature, stamina had to be built and for that attribute to be replenished the being needs to sleep. I smiled to my Vaporeon, "Just a moment, hun." I dove my hand into my lemon shoulder bag, biting my lower lip as my eyebrows brushed one another like two caterpillars(I mean Caterpie) meeting on the same Leaf. "Just... Let me find your poke... ball..."

One thing I had never gotten used to while I was in the pokemon game was how to keep track of all my pokeballs and which pokemon are inside of. Personally, I had rather keep my pokemon outside of their capsules so I just order them. The funniest thing happened when I was facing Blaine at the Gym back in Cinnabar... I was gearing up to start off with Pidgeot and instead I threw out Venusaur.

So after that, I went out and purchased colorful letter stickers labeled with the beginning of their names with the colors of their types.

A forest green V with a fuchsia lining for Venusaur.

An alice blue P with a smoky outline for Pidgeot.

A dusted brown M for Marowak

A chocolate brown H for Hitmonchan (May I add, Marowak seemed elated that their colors were so close)

Vulpix had a crimson red V.

Finally, as I balanced five pokeballs on one crook of my arm, I grappled my fingers around the final pokeball that sat at the very bottom of the bag. Quick enough, I whipped out a red and white pokeball with a sea blue V pasted on the center button.

I kindly returned my water type with a couple gentle words before a low chuckle escaped my lips. Soon it snowballed into uproarious laughter. Half my pokemon had their names beginning with V. Now if I had a Voltorb, Venomoth, and a Vileplume I would have a team of V's.

Well, that hadn't been the real reason I was laughing. That was the source of the chuckle.

No, no. The next sight was twenty times more entertaining.

Tens of girls swarmed around an average two-story home in the upper left corner of the town. Many of the girls had sheet straight bleached hair that slithered down to their waist-lines. Their trending outfits were not-so-flattering spaghetti straps or air-circulation-being-cut-off tube tops with the jean shorts with such disgraceful lengths, I would consider them panties. They shrieked in such high frequencies I was actually a tad afraid that the house's windows would shatter.

"Blue!"

"I love you!"

"I want your hair!"

"Can I get your autograph champion Blue?"

"I want a photo with you!"

"Kiss me!"

I couldn't help myself. I ran as fast as my feet would carry me and I wedged into the crowd. Standing my ground I found a brief gap between the women and positioned my feet a good 52 inches from one another and cuffed my mouth to shout, "Oh my g--- Arcues! Blue! I have seven badges now! One more before I beat the crap out of you at the Indigo League!"

Now, when I really thought through the entire instance... I realized what a regretful choice I had made.

The--- um... What pokemon is like a lion? The Pyroar women turned to me, their soulless eyes glowing a terrifying red light as they all growled. Their prey was being threatened by yet another predator. A predator with very different intentions.

One girl with electric blue eyes stepped up, her mouth was slightly open. Her full lips were covered in a light and glittering gloss as her pearls of teeth gnawed at them, "Who the hell do you think you are?" the girl's close were elegant, a royal blue dress brushing her ankles and just pluming at her shoulders.

I smiled sweetly, "My name is Leaf Green! Nice to meet you." I extended my hand out to her thin one.

I just received a sneer, "Selphy." She hissed her name to me, "I'm more civilized than these rabid fangirls. But you, you are below even them," I felt her false and stone nails rake through my hair before she knotted it into her fist. "You are a dirty low life. To think you could ever reach Blue's level! You must be kidding me! You dirty little peasant!" Her warm spit was shot between my eyes, slowly it dripped down my nose. Like a pride of Pyroar, the fangirls circled me.

I had become their new opponent. Or prey, really.

They're insane. Completely obsessed and psycho. And I'd thought Justin Bieber fans could be bad. I panicked in thought, swallowing as much fear as I possibly could to look calm.

A smile stayed painted on my face as I screamed in terror within. But anger twitched at my ear slightly with these girls.

The door behind us suddenly flew open and the ginger I wish I never met strode out with another woman at his side. Though, this one was different. Her amber hair graciously swayed just by her shoulders while her caramel eyes swirled with a calmness. Only a couple years older than me I would have guessed. She smiled at me warmly and started to grow soggy looking, "Oh Leaf! You're returning home before going off to your 8th gym battle? I can't believe it! Ever since mother and father died, you running away for so many years! leaving Blue and I with gramps, professor Oak... You've grown up so much, even changed your last name. You're back. I've been waiting to see you for so long!" The strange lady wrapped her arms around me gently a waterfall of tears dashed down her face. Her mouth brushed my ear's rim, "Play along with this. I'm getting you out of here..." her voice whispered briskly as the tone sunk into a darkness.

I hugged her back, very awkwardly and stated in a flat voice, "I'm sorry for leaving you."

Cautiously, she ushered me into the house. I turned to look over my shoulder, watching Blue flip his spiky hair arrogantly. His annoying smirk painted perfectly on his face with his thin lips taunting the fans. "Ladies, ladies. Settle down, I'll do everything you need of me!" He winked flirtatiously at the women, who half-fainted dramatically. I rolled my eyes as the lady shut the door.

I turned my head to face the interior of the room. It was almost exactly like the house I had spawned into this world in. The floor was made up of the same maple paneling, tropical palm house plants in the corners rested with leaves spayed out to drink in the sun that would pour in from the windows.

I oddly began to mumble to myself as I stared at a bookcase and Clefable painting where, in my house, was a staircase, "It's odd. From the outside it's a two-story house then... On the inside it's a single floor."

"We do have a second floor and a basement. We just live in a strangely built house," the ginger girl said, snapping me from my thoughts. I turned to her in shock, oblivious to the fact that she was there. Her caramel eyes almost looked like little gems as she smiled curtly to me, "We really haven't met, have we? My brother has told me about you, Leaf Green! My name is Daisy Oak, Blue's older sister."

I laughed to myself mentally, because it had completely escaped my mind that Blue had a sister. And I thought they were lovers when she said "we". I scratched the back of my head and gave her a nervous grin, "Nice to meet you... Um..."

"Come, sit at the table. I'll prepare you some tea, what would you like?" She asked, obviously able to sense the wound up nerves aura I was practically oozing. She motioned her hand towards the table where I casually walked over to and pulled up a wooden chair.

I thought for a moment before giving Daisy a proper answer, "Do you have Chamomile?" I responded to the question with yet another question.

The woman, who after further examination was roughly around 20 years old, giggled. Her right hand curled to slightly cover her mouth as her eyes shut in amusement, "Why yes we do. I'll whip you up some." She replied chirpily. From the honey-shaded cupboards above the oven she opened up, Daisy pulled down a box of tea patterned with white flowers and monarchs.

The two of us waited cotton quiet as the tea boiled on the stove. It only took a couple minutes before the steam jet out of the iron teapot spout, crying out like trains about to deport the station. Daisy swiftly picked up the pot with a brown hot pad to grasp the handle before pouring the liquid into a pair of crystal teacups under small plates. She turned the stove off and placed the tea pot on the counter edge before walking over to the table with a blue checkered picnic blanket as a table sheet.

Daisy placed my tea in front of me, the crystal clanking on the table gracefully followed by her taking her own seat across from where I observed. My eyes though soon were entranced by my cup of tea, it looked as if Daisy had put amber stones and tree sap in my cup and melted it into a liquid with a eureka lemon slice was resting beside the cup. The ribbon of steam curled up towards the ceiling but vapored away less than a foot there. I picked up the lemon and spritzed in a couple beads of it, watching the cold, acidic juice beat against the hot agent. When I had just begun to sip at my chamomile tea, a voice picked up, "Did you know that Chamomile tea is commonly advertised with Daisies? Funny. That's why I loved it as a kid. It was like it was made for me!"

The tea started to burn my tongue and I began to fan it with my open hand. Between fans I answered Daisy, "Yes. It is advertised with common white daisies mostly because chamomile tea is made from several daisy-like plants. I like it because my mother always made me drink it when I had insomnia as a kid."

The woman looked at me for a minute, blinking several times, "Oh! That's why you knew it! I nearly forgot that Blue had told me you were crazy intelligent... I.Q. of--- 170?"

"172, but close enough."

"Wow! Well, how do you like your pokemon journey so far?"

And after that we spoke from that midday time all to the night, the kitchen light keeping the room illuminated as the two of us laughed. She retold me stories of when she took her pokemon journey and I shared my tales of what I experienced. I was very shocked to even find that she went out on her own for once. For about a year and a half; Blue was raised by professor Oak while she was gone.

Daisy looked out the window beside the kitchen wearily, "My, the stars are smiling at us! It must be at least midnight," she looked back at me and smiled sweetly. "Hey, you don't have to go home. You can stay here for tonight. I don't have a spare bed in my room but you can sleep in Blue's for tonight."

I rose an eyebrow at her for my reply.

She waved at my dismissively and laughed, "No, no! It's okay. Blue doesn't stay overnight here usually. Most of the time he visits gramps and me before taking off back to his champion spot in the Pokemon League. Plus, he hasn't come back since he went out with those fangirls got a hold of him."

I shrugged, "Alright." after that, Daisy lead me to the bookcase and pushed it all to the end of the corner, revealing a swirling staircase. It went down and upstairs. Daisy came up from behind and patted my shoulder, "Blue's room is the basement and mine is the second floor. See you in the morning." With that she walked up the winding staircase.

I was alone.

Like usual.

I then followed the steps to a dark room. Flicking on the switch, it was like any other average room. Covered in clothes. I made my way around the mountains of cloth to see photos on the walls. Most of them were of him when he was younger with another boy. The other one in the picture had dark hair and relaxed eyes. It must have been Red as a child, so they were friends before rivals it seems... I thought before a bed-frame caught the corner of my eye. I turned to see a mattress with dark blue sheets sprawled out in all which ways on a wooden bed framing.

The idea of a bed gave me a waft of overwhelming tiredness, my eyes sagged down like someone was putting coins on my eyelids. I slid my hat from my head and threw my bag to the ground beside the bed. My body crumpled onto the mattress and kicked the sheets over my waist. My thoughts became like Muk and dissolved into a tired and well-needed sleep.

Shhheeeek... Russsstle.... Crack

My eyes fluttered open as the strange sounds pulled me from my slumber. I jolted up as fast as I could, ribbons of my dark chocolate hair flew all around the air from my sudden movement. I tracked the room in fear of what lie in the shadows of the room. Though everything was like a blur, my eyes still fogged in the urge to lie back down and sleep.

In the middle of it sat a ginger boy holding a paper towel up to his nose, but the white of the towel was turning a ruby red as it covered the nostril area, "Blue? Are you okay?" I glanced around, just realizing I was still in his room. "Oh, um. Sorry. Daisy said I could sleep here since you probably wouldn't stay here... Did one of those fangirls punch you in the nose when they figured out your real personality?" All my words came out completely slurred, tiredness still fabricated into my mind like cobwebs.

Blue sniffed, pulling the napkin away from his face, "You're half-awake, Leaf. Go back to sleep before either of us do something we'll regret. I'll sleep on the floor tonight, it's no big deal."

I shook my head, even though it felt like a lead weight moving side to side, "No. It's your house. I can just walk over to mine, it's not that far. I know you hate me with a passion." I muttered, hastily standing to my feet.

That was a mistake.

My balance teetered for what felt like hours but probably was only a second and a half before my foot slipped on a silk shirt on the floor. My reflexes were so numbed that I couldn't even throw my arms up to catch myself on the swift coming ground. My hair was a banner fluttering behind me. I only saw the floor I was about to collide into, fear was too far away feel in my half-awake state. But I did manage to hear scrambling of clothes ahead of me, inches before my nose could brush the floor two arms wrapped around my body and I was pulled up, my face buried into broad shoulder. A hot breath whispered into my ear kindly, "I told you, you'd do something you'd regret...Be careful."

I craned my head upwards to see Blue's face, his rust eyes tiredly looking down at me. His cocky smirk was taken place by a seldom expression. It was kinda like a kid in the candy store who has no money expression if I had to describe it.

My eye lids became heavy once more, the exhaustion of the past day still pulling at me. My muscles became gelatin as I melted in Blue's arm to the sleep I was in once before. My face falling into the teenager's chest.

When I woke up the next morning, I was in Blue's bed tucked in with the covers at my chin.

And I was alone.