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[ The faces of the two most youngest Champions of Kanto are hardly an unknown sight, and it's not about a simple case of trespassing the man is calling up about over his radio but to get some medical attention.

Green huffs, glimpsing Red's way once but then being soured by the sight, and eventually gets Machamp to let him down (with plenty of help), still needing to lean against the pokémon for support.

And once the man is done, he motions over to the boat sitting at the edge, saying that there'll be someone to check them out and they'll get any of their pokémon seen to if they need it. Green doesn't make a fuss, not in any position to, and he lets Machamp guide him wobbling over to the boat.

As for Red? ]

[Red's so spaced out he hardly notices the man beckoning until the last minute—at the sensation of a concerned hand being rested on his shoulder, Red flips out, jumping back like he's been struck and glaring hard. The guard is taken aback, but gestures to the boat, telling Red he thinks he needs to get checked out.

Red's ears burn in shame, and he considers refusing. But he doesn't want this to look any worse than it already does. So, he curls a hand around Blastoise's pokéball at his belt (just in case), and warily steps onto the boat. He sits as far back against the hull as he is physically able, watching Green and the captain, (again) just in case.]

[ After the question of whether the pokémon would be okay out of his pokéball was answered positively, Machamp stays seated at Green's side. The engine roars into life and hums a vibration through the boat once the guard's in seat and ready to take them back to the city.

And unless Red's got anything to say, he gets nothing but a near glance in his direction, one that Green doesn't even move his head for. ]

[Red has nothing to say to his rival. Nothing at all.

Left alone by Green, he'll merely sit with Pikachu in his arms and wear the same expression like he's about to be ill for the entirety of the boat ride. Warily, Red keeps an eye on the other two passengers as they go, resisting the urge to simply pass out no matter how tired he is. Pikachu's focus is on Machamp, but it doesn't growl or bristle its fur again.]

[ Machamp has no hostility as Jolteon did, more calm in appearance and expressing no ill towards Pikachu, to who it looks to at some times.

The boat ride isn't a long one, and there's an adult waiting when the engines die down, box in their hand. The driver gets out first to offer a hand to them, but it's mostly Machamp that ends up helping out Green, and the newer individual ends up inspecting him over first, with the driver expressing questions once more to Red about his condition. ]

[Red stubbornly shakes his head in response to all questions directed his way, insisting he's fine with a wave of his hand. He ducks away from any proffered help getting off the boat and stumbles to shore himself with Pikachu in tow. Once he's on land again, he gives both adults a patient, hollow-eyed stare, waiting mutely as they simply trail off and finally stop asking, seeming at a loss for words.

The adults look to Green, then, as if asking for confirmation that Red's actually all right like he wants them to think. He's obviously uninjured but something about his demeanor is a little unsettling for an eleven-year-old.]

He's alive. [ It might not be all that helpful an answer, but the rough response is the only one he's got for the hassle Red is proving himself to be.

The people explain themselves anyway - they'll take them to a hospital, and they can get their pokémon checked out as well. Just to make sure that everything is fine with the both of them.

They can only hope that Red will listen or even follow, but they can't tell by the way he stands so silently. But they clearly have one injured kid, and who knows the state of their pokémon. ]

[Red listens to the adults' lengthy explanation, or forces himself to listen. He's half-grimacing at the thought of riding anywhere with two strangers and his rival, let alone a hospital filled with unknown people trained to see him in a vulnerable state. It's about as appealing a prospect as pulling teeth, but Red doesn't miss the odd looks the two adults have been giving him—it's no good for Red to act strangely, in a way that people would remember him for even more than they already notice him as Champion.

Red smooths his features to a blank expression and nods once to denote his acquiescence to go along. He wants to make sure Green gets treatment if nothing else, and it's not fair to make his own pokémon Fly him to a Pokémon Center for treatment when they're already fainted. Red still has other business to take care of after this, naturally, but the pokémon on his team come first.

He just has to make himself stay awake the whole time and he'll be fine.]

[ i don't know Red will you fall asleep being in the car for ten minutes ]

[no

but it's really tempting]

[ Stay sharp, dude.

Machamp gets sent back into the ball before Green gets into the ride, helped in by one of the men, the one with the kit too small for the job. The distance to the hospital isn't a long one, but one of the men tell the two of them to stay in the back while they get someone to help them out (for Green anyway).

The other turns to them with an offer - if they'll let him, he can take their pokémon to the pokémon centre next door. Do any of them need urgent assistance? Green finally speaks up- ]

Some of mine - [ he coughs, putting up a fist to his mouth before continuing ] their balls got broke. Can you do anything?

[ He can see if the nurses know anything. And what has Red to say/no do? ]

[Red's got zero intention of being separated from his pokémon. Even if it's for the sake of them (or him) getting medical treatment. Red's not going to let anyone take them away from him. Not after Silph.

In fact, the mere suggestion has Red drawing away from the adult in question, placing a hand protectively over his belt with a vicious glare up at the man as if to dare him to try and steal them. Red's normally a little better about thinking things through rationally and hiding his suspicion of the people around him, but he's had an exhausting ordeal and he's surrounded by people he doesn't trust and his pokémon are hurt. He still has to deal with MEWTWO and its capture after this.

In his mind, they're enemies. These people are all enemies to Red, even Green; and if they aren't, then they don't have anything Red needs enough to risk his pokémon's safety by handing them over like a naive child. Even if they're (even if he's) hurt. He'll wait until his rival's settled safely at the hospital, and then take his own team to the Pokémon Center himself.]

[ It's the first time in a while that Green takes more than a glance Red's way. The guy's been acting weird enough, and there's nothing to say he wouldn't be weird about the offer. It may not be much of an outward reaction Green sees, but it still gets him to scoff nonetheless. Moron.

None of the authorities are going to take the pokémon away from their owners without consent; they're not hurting anyone, and they're more concerned for the safety of the two children by far. The one still present tries to explain this, though attempting not to freak out this boy who already seems on edge - he won't take his pokémon, but if they're hurt, please think about their health too.

The other man comes back with a member of staff, speaking to the other but clear enough for both boys to hear that they'll be able to get them both seen to. ]

[Noticing Green's scoff, Red gives Green a distracted, nearly surprised look for a moment. It quickly passes, and then his expression snaps back to the ugly scowl he had on before.

It's this scowl that shifts toward the men and the hospital employee in the next moment, Red giving them all a firm shake of the head at the mention of wanting to treat him here. Green, yes, to be sure; but by his own account Red's not remotely injured. A few bumps and bruises from the cave, a few more from the battle, a not-consciously-registered bout of mental shock from the (latest) ordeal against MEWTWO. Red's sure he has no need or desire to see a doctor, and honestly, the mere sight of that lone hospital employee in scrubs is already enough to make his skin prickle in discomfort. Though, for the moment, Red can't place exactly why...]

[ Green doesn't figure there's anything physically wrong with Red either (not as much as him, who needs to be helped into the wheelchair), but he never got to take a close look at the guy. He did give him a head shake earlier when he asked, but -

but it wasn't by whatever Green thought that they wanted both the boys to be checked on. The medical staff tries to assure Red despite the look he gives that if there's nothing wrong, it'll be a quick check up and there's nothing to be worried about. ]

[Red—tired of having these people scrutinize him, and not wanting to cause any trouble which becomes inevitable the longer he refuses to say anything out loud—eventually gives in, with a curt nod. There's also a barely suppressed huff of annoyance that Green may be able to hear, even if Red's face is controlled and blank by the time he steps to follow the nurse who's pushing Green's chair at a distance. Red won't agree to leave his rival's company at the hospital, either, whatever the hospital staff says. It's not done out of any lost love for the other trainer, but rather so that Red will be the first to know when Green's adequately treated (at which point Red can leave with his paranoid conscience ameliorated).]

[ There's nowhere Green is going, a broken arm and bruised body and, admittedly, a whole lot of luck on his side despite the amount of pain those two injuries alone leave him with. It could've been worse they tell him, and Green doesn't even go into the exact details of the pokémon that he and his team had tried to go up against, doubting they'd know anything about the creature.

He doesn't ask questions about Red, at some point finding himself drifting into a slumber that he doesn't wake out of until early into the next morning when he's woken up for a blood sample and to take medication that's hard to swallow down. Breakfast will be soon the staff member informs them, and his sister left the message that she would visit him again, Green having missed her when his family was contacted yesterday and him being hosptialised.

And she does come, right around the time that he's eating a breakfast of juice and a croissant, fussing him gently and without touching. She repeats what she knows, that he'll be fine but will need plenty of rest - so no travelling for a while, little mister - and if he behaves, he can be taken home to rest there.

It's only later on that Green remembers about Red, but supposedly by the time Red's mother had arrived, he had already slipped out.

And nobody would see him for years.

Not even Green, who found it so easy before to know where the boy would be - always one step behind him, as usual. But with no more Kanto badges to obtain there was no obvious route to suspect to find the weirdo hatted boy on. Not that Green looked - his mother asked, but how would Green know anything? The guy hadn't spoken a word to him the last day they'd seen each other and Green kept the grudge of his attitude with him months after.

It didn't stick so strongly with him as more time passed, and maybe (alright, so he did) he wondered about where Red was. They had been rivals after all, boys always seeing each other through some means. And that ended with Red's disappearance. He never knew either why the boy had acted so afraid, but - was he afraid?

Thinking about questions with no answers was a hassle. ]

[ It's the eruption of Cinnabar Island's volcano that brings Green back to that day inside Cerulean Cave.

The news is all over Kanto, on Green's pokégear's radio and on the television stations in the city he reaches later that day. He catches it when he's going through Johto, but he doesn't see it with his own two eyes until a month later. It's played as a natural occurrence on TV and most radio, but a few of the call ins from people who had been near to the island - fortunately, no casualties had been accounted for beyond the loss of homes and the technology departments on the far off island - speak of something different, with even a photo of the supposed real cause spreading across the internet some time later.

It's not a good photo, grainy and taken late at night, but there's something too familiar about it for Green to disregard it too easily.

He doesn't know what makes him head out to Cinnabar, beyond maybe some weird sick fascination he didn't know he had to bear witness to an area once so filled with life. It's not something one gets to see every day, but it's still hard to understand what he thought he would see once he got there. Nothing , yeah-- because that's all there is, and yet who the heck ever gets anything from seeing nothing?

On his way back to the shores of Pallet Town, it finally hits to him why that figure in the photo was so familiar to him.

The pokémon of Cerulean Cave.

That's something Green keeps to himself, despite the questions after that brings, like why -- why would that pokémon be there, and why would Red let it do that? Did Red have a choice? And where were the two of them now-

Green only finds out the answer for one of those odd creatures, and in the most bizarre of events put into place by the legendary pokémon Mew.

It's what leads Green to climbing the hazardous Mt. Silver, his feet crunching under snow, soon indistinguishable over the roaring of hail that comes on suddenly, crushing down as heavy as the air becomes the higher up he gets. There's some relief in the caves, but inside the pokémon are as welcoming of visitors as they were outside. His bag becomes lighter with the use of his supplies that leave a trail of where he's been.

Time gets lost to him, though the blanket of snow can't keep out when the day lowers away into twilight. Some time after each time Green stops, he's sure he sees a light beckoning him further that makes him curse that pokémon. He couldn't help but want to catch it, but he couldn't let go of the nagging feeling it was leading him somewhere. And of all the places, it had to be on this mountain?

He pulls on the coat he's wearing, lucky enough to at least be able to dressed appropriately for the trip up. Ugh, but it didn't make him feel any less lightheaded.

And he was sure this newer cave he had found himself in was going to lead to a dead end... or to a nest of tyranitars. ]

[The cave leads inward in a narrow tunnel, oddly straightforward considering how many branching paths there are within the lower caverns. The air seems to grow faintly warmer, as Green nears the end of it. Unexpectedly, the path opens into a larger den inside the mountain with a high rock ceiling, obviously close to the summit judging by the loud roaring of wind outside.

There's a faint orange glow that flickers from an isolated platform at the center of the room. The platform is simply an outcrop of rock that juts up from the earth, forming a flat plateau several meters in diameter all around. The sides are made of the same crumbling rock but it doesn't look difficult to climb, should Green decide to do so. The light isn't the same one that led him this far up the mountain at all. It's caused by a pokémon, but this one's a fire-type, a Charizard with a flame flickering weakly on the tip of its tail. Red's Charizard. The pokémon is barely awake and lying curled up in a makeshift campsite at the center of the platform. Blankets and messy supplies are scattered all around it. What's left of the supplies, anyway. It isn't much.

Green probably won't see anything else at first if he isn't looking very closely. But, there's another small, ragged figure on the blankets, and Charizard has its body curled around it trying to keep him warm. It's Red. He's shivering, asleep and he doesn't look healthy at all.]

[ If he has to climb up any more damn rock--

Well, he can't actually complain when he hasn't been the one doing the rock climbing as opposed to his pokémon, and this is hardly anything to get upset over. It's a relief in comparison, though his aching feet would say otherwise.

But he's too curious of the light that's caught his attention, one that he soon realises not be made by a camp but by a pokémon. His steps forward are careful and soft as he spots what appears to be a lump, but Green's unsure of if it's the nest of the pokémon or something else, and he's trying to be mindful of where he points the flashlight so not as to stir the pokémon. Nobody wants an angry charizard on their ass, no matter the state of their tail.

Green spots them though when he spreads the light over the ground, the supplies he considers doubtful to belong to only the pokémon, and it leads him to move the light - and himself - to try and get a better look at what the charizard appears to be protecting, looking not to be eggs but, maybe--

wait.

Black hair...? ]

[When the light shines close, the Charizard's eyelids flutter and then snap open. It spots Green at once and growls a loud warning, moving heavily to get up on its haunches without disrupting the living bundle under its side. Beside it, Red shifts in his sleep for the barest moment but then falls still again, his breathing fast and shallow.

The fire-type seems to recognize Green, judging by the particularly vicious tone of its snarl. Wild pokémon, or even poorly trained ones rarely harbor that sort of anger toward unknown trainers, and this one clearly views Green as a threat. There are a number of distinctive, horizontal stretch-marks going across the Charizard's snout—Green may or not remember them, but those marks (and the matching ones on either flank) are more or less unique to Red's Charizard, evidence of it having grown from a scrawny and underfed pokémon to one that was powerfully built in a very short period of time. The fire-type looks weaker than it did when Green would have last seen it two years ago.]

[ What a lovely warm welcome from such an old friend.

The warning is noted, with Green considering the placement of his team on his belt and who to reach for if things don't go particularly well, yet he doesn't move to grab one just yet. Who knows how Charizard will move, but jumping into a fight would be pointless, especially with the other trainer fast asleep against Charizard.

But it's likely a warning to keep him from stepping closer - which fine, Green won't right now. He can do something else instead to try and get Red's attention right where he stands- ]

Red! Wake up!

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