®»4 -- Vid // Of gym battles and drinks.
[The first thing that comes into focus is a pokeball being tossed up and down in the air rather nonchalantly at an outdoor cafe of some kind. Behind hovers a guilty looking Haunter. Not that Silver notices or cares as he leans over, chin resting against hand with a self satisfied smirk.] So, now that latest idiocies are over with...
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Never mind the impressions of others. But why don't you stop by a mirror and think about what you just said? Only people who don't give a damn about their life would say such a thing.
[There's a firm voice that came up behind their backs. There is no sign of patience dripping out from it.
Red stands there, carrying an inhaler in hand. But he quickly pockets that away as he lets out a displeased, heavy breath. His eyes narrow as his expression dims faintly. His body is pale and his eyes are a little reddish from irritation.
Either way, that was the least of their worries. Red thought to himself now: Could it be that this is the problem that N was keeping away from him? Even if it was not, having to see N doing these things... Red refuses to accept this sight, but he isn't the type to reject reality.]
... Silver, tell me. Is it that hard to accept the present? Why do you persist to live by the past? Have you ever stopped and thought about the future before?
When you've reached your goal, what will happen next? Will you truly reach it by your methods? Do you fully understand Pokemon- ... No. Do you fully understand others for you to act as if you can take anything?
You keep calling others a bleeding heart. But you are the one with a bleeding heart! You have locked yourself with your own beliefs and closed everyone out of your heart! Once you reach your goal, have you ever thought of what will happen afterwards?!
And even so, you honestly believe that you can rely on your Pokemon for everything?! You don't even understand them! You can't even understand yourself! You can never become powerful if you can't even answer me these!!
... Look at you two. Why don't you just look at yourselves now? To see the blood on your hands and faces, I ask you both: Do you think that violence solves anything?! [Out of anger and spite, Red kicks and causes a nearby disposal bin to crash down the floor. He pants again, but manages to control his breathing.
He walks nearer the two, then picks the two of them up with his hands. He glances from N to Silver, then lifts a hand of his to almost send a slap to each of them... But he quickly stops himself. Instead, he just leaves a long, suffering sigh.]
What will all of this even attain?
[...] Silver, go home. Please.
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No, he is not ashamed of what he has done.
But he is back to being lost. When Red kicks the bin he flinches, and he does so even worse when it seems Red is about to hit him. It makes him draw back, hurt that Red would even raise his hand like that.
He stays silent. But he has let go of Silver and will let him leave. ]
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[He just snorts at the questions, shoving his hands in his pockets. He's not going to say it, but-- they leave him uncomfortable, on edge - so he'll ignore most of them.] Tch. The future? That's me crushing Team Rocket and being the greatest Pokemon trainer ever. I'll surpass everyone - my father, the Rockets he lead and the stupid bints who defied his orders [There is a harsh, guttural snarl at that and Silver spits on the ground.] -- I don't care who you are, I'll be better than you. I'll be the strongest trainer ever. I don't have anyone to impress or fail!
[But he does - his pokemon, but when you have grown up seeing them as tools... you don't think about them as anything but tools.] And I'll make sure my Pokemon won't be like his worthless shits that lost too your bloody team all that time ago Red.
[His smile's almost feral. N, say hi to a teen who... really has a chip on his shoulder about something.] Ha. Do you think that this bothers me? Hmph. You're wasting your breath. The strong rule the weak - and if violence's the only to get him or anyone else to butt out of my affairs, then so be it!
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[Since Red was dealing with Silver, Green decided to face N himself. They weren't on the best terms since their first meeting and their general attitudes back at their house, but ever since the curse, they didn't quite bother one another so often anymore. N obviously annoyed Green, but for Red's sake, Green put up with him.]
Hey, you. [There'll be a sharp glare directed to N.] You know, I was started to grow some respect for you despite our circumstances. [There'll be a pause as he lowers his voice to a point where only N could hear him, and possibly even Silver.]
Despite what you believe, and despite how I really want to feel, I guess I kind of do see Red as my best friend as well. [He snorts.] That's why I put up with you, as insane as that sounds. [and a beat.] Why are you so quiet all of a sudden, anyway? You had no qualms against insulting me back before and earlier on, Silver.
Honestly, I've always been against on you and Red being together. This really just reinforces everything. After all that's happened lately, don't you think you could've at least held this off until later? If you think you could've passed off a fight as your own business and not his, you hardly know anything about him. Red doesn't need all this on his plate, and certainly, he doesn't deserve all this crap you're dragging him through as well. [The curse was hectic to say the least, this just added onto the pile.]
Even after you've showed up, you're just standing there, like a stupid Stantler in headlights. Take a good look at Red, the situation. He's using a fucking inhaler and what are you doing now? [...] I've tried during my whole stay to understand things from Red's point of view, but I can't see it. With what happened today, I don't think you even deserve Red, let alone deserve being his friend. [There's a pause, and if possible, his gaze intensifies. It's not long before he whips around though and goes over to support Red.]
... Give it a break, Red; you can't solve anything if you can't even stand properly. [It's all he says as he offers to help support Red's weight.]
You're Silver, right? [There's a pointed look at him before he turns away.] I've heard decent things about you from Gold so I was looking forward to our match. [...] Tch, I'll deal with you later; I have more important things to tend to. [This was the last thing he needed as well, a reminder of his past self.]
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... Green has a right to speak as well, so he doesn't interrupt the taller boy. Even though those words hurt Red too, as he doesn't want Green to blame N at all, he can quite understand why Green would feel this way and say those words. Just as Red can't actually blame N, he feels the same for his best friend. However, this does leave Red torn in-between everything.
Even though it does hurt in that twisted way, his surprise to Green's feelings and his own terribly tired state both overtake it. Because of that, Red is rendered wordless further on. Green's words to tell him to drop it only made Red nod and fall fully into Green's supportive arms. He's just so tired, he wants to close his eyes peacefully...
But his heart is not at peace. Questions fill his mind, too. Why does N insist violence for this conflict, when he likely knows it's horrible? Why does Silver persist to his dark ways, when he clearly sees it's wrong?
Red wants to do something, say something more to Silver, reach out to lead N, but he can't in this condition. For now, he leans against Green and closes his eyes for real. Heavy pants leave him as his tire was starting to charge at him once more. He really shouldn't have gone all the way out here, but he had to stop them from fighting...
From destroying themselves.
If he managed to do that, or at least just plain stop them... then he is satisfied just for now. He can ignore his pain and be at east for a while just knowing that they're safe now.]
I'm sorry...
I'm... so tired, right now. [A pant escapes him, maybe even a sad tear. His dizziness is returning as well.] I'm... going to sleep.
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When he speaks his voice is soft, monotone: no emotion. He turns to Silver first. ]
I have met many Champions, and defeated my own. They all have one thing in common: their Pokemon love them, and fight for them out of that love.
Without that, you will never become the strongest. You will always be weak, as you are now.
[ His gaze shifts to Green. ]
Then you are a liar, and what use is a friend that doesn't want to care about someone?
[ And lastly to Red, his tone falling even lower. ]
Go sleep. Stop worrying about others and take care of yourself.
[ He ignores Green and Silver completely now, stepping over to cup Red's warm cheeks in his hands and to press the gentlest of kisses to his forehead.
And then he turns and walks away, deaf to any of them. ]
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Whatever. [He formed a fist at his side, then snorted - a pained wince following. Fuck. His nose. He scowled at all of them, eye's narrowing in anger as N just walked away, his hand tightening even more.]
Just like dad then. A coward. [It was a low, hate and spite filled whisper. He hated cowards - loathed them. But - he swallowed his anger for now. He needed to get his nose looked at before anything else and without another word, turned and stalked off in the direction of the clinic.]
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[For a moment as N talks to Red, Green feels the need to retort, push him away from him even after that brief moment of touch - but that wasn't something wise to do. Especially after what he had just said. Silently seething, he does his best to maintain a cold expression but somewhat fails to do so. Sadly, he doesn't have much patience left to talk Silver out of anything, so there's a sound of acknowledgement as he leaves.]
[...] Let's go. [His voice is sharp, but his actions are careful not to hurt the boy leaning on his side.] ... I'll drop you off at your home, then. [He'll start the walk slowly, keeping an eye on him at all times.] I have something I need to deal with; I'll grab medicine for you too while I'm at it. I won't be gone for too long. [His consciousness wouldn't allow such a thing, anyway.]
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No matter how hard Red tries to focus, his body weight just kept on falling against Green. He really needed his rest. All the best he can do is try and reach his hand towards N's silhouette... Pushing himself more like this, it shortly causes him to fully pass out and fall to the floor.]
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His expression doesn't look good... His eyebrows were both raised, a worried and sad expression frozen on him as he slept.]
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