Mixed Colors [Pokemon Fanfic]

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CHAPTER SEVEN

; Green

With X's answer, I quickly tapped his Transceiver number in for a call. He answered, and as usual, he sounded annoyed. "Alright, what is it that you want now, Okido?" I could literally feeling him rolling his eyes on the other end of the line.

"Oh, I don't know," I faked a laugh. "Maybe the fact that I'm caught by Team Flare and I have no Pokemon?" I heard a sigh from X, and I waited for his reply.

I heard some shuffling and Y's voice popped in. "I heard you need a way out?" she said, and I grunted something like, "No, duh." I heard her laugh nervously and say, "Well you can't do that without Pokemon, so sorry Professor, but we can't help you with our first plan."

I glared at the tiny screen that showed the audio levels of the duo's voices, and snapped, "Oh come on. You guys can at least come over here to save us." I really couldn't believe how passive they were. "Save a couple of Pokemon, bust some bad guys, wouldn't hurt right?"

Y's voice came back in. "Hey, don't get all pushy over there," she replied solemnly. "We're trying as hard as we can to help." A sigh escaped her lips, and she finally asked, "Where in Kalos are you?"

I paused for a moment, squinting at the print before us. "Uh... the Poke Ball Factory."

I could feel Y's determined smile from miles away. "On it," she announced, and I heard X yelling something I couldn't quite catch. Probably another stubborn "Let go of me!" It wouldn't be the first time I'd hear that.

I grinned and ended the call, staring at Red with an excited gaze. He didn't match it well. "Something about this place... It's eerie," he spoke softly, as if he was scared. The Fighter, scared? I couldn't process it.

"Red?" I called his name. He didn't look at me, nor did he answer. I called again. "Red?" I tapped him lightly on his shoulders. He snapped back into reality and stared at me with warm brown eyes. "You okay?" He looked incredibly lost, and it surely was something to wonder about.

His gaze returned to a narrow path in the factory. "It's... There's something there." Since his arm was barely an inch away from mine, I could sense his speeding heartbeat. What was wrong?

Suddenly, he got up and followed the path, and I shouted after him. "Hey! Where are you going?" I ran to get him, but he was already gone. The path was dark. I couldn't even see a ray of sun through the walls.

I really was scared then. It wasn't because of the thing Red was looking for, it was because I didn't know what Red was thinking. I didn't know what went on, or why he chased the path. I lost him.

Without Red, I was alone, and I couldn't last that long in the dark without any Pokemon, without any partner. So I ran. I ran as fast as I could and my heart was beating out of its cage. If Red was hurt so far in no man's land, I'd be devastated.

I spotted a silhouette, and caught a whole of the figure's arm. R-Red? Did I find him? The guy certainly looked like him, but his eyebrows were etched together mysteriously and his expression was a little bit off.

Then he started running off again, and I stumbled in the dim-lit alley. "Red!" I shouted to him frantically. "Where are you going now? Come back!"

He turned back briefly, catching me by the eye. With a malicious smile that Red would never wear, he laughed. "I'm not staying with you forever, Okido, am I?"

"I don't understand..." my voice trailed off, never taking my confused gaze off of "Red's" supposedly maniacal one.

The smaller male heaved a high, his expression turning dark. "Are you so conceited you forgot who I am?" Taking a step towards me, his grin widened. "I'm not Red."

He stretched his arm out to his far right, and a purple aura captured him. As the violet light embraced him, his figure turned more and more Pokemon-like, and soon the colors vanished off of him.

Opening his eyes, I came face-to-face with a Zoroark, the Illusion Fox Pokemon. Another figure, likely the trainer of the Dark-type, came forth. "Thanks to this precious Zoroark, I managed to find out the disguises." A man with spiked up black hair and cold blue eyes smiled passionately. "I'm guessing you're one of the hostages along with this young man?" he gestured towards a sleeping Red. The male laughed, "That one sure has strong senses. Most people wouldn't recognize such people as I."

I gritted my teeth, and walked up to the man, matching his eyes with mine in a stern glare. "What did you do to Red?" I spoke dangerously. The man wasn't affected, only laughing.

"Oh, you children amuse me!" he said in a slow, deep voice. "Is that any way to speak to a member of the Elite Four?" I flinched and raised my eyebrows, stepping off the man.

I stuttered, "E-Elite Four?" returning my gaze to a glare, I said, "Wouldn't you get fired harming dexholders like us?" I couldn't jump off of his case, averting my eyes to Red for a moment then back at the so-called "Elite Four member."

He twisted the ends of his floating yellow scarf, leaning against the wall of the alley. "Rather yes. However I'm not here to harm you. I just didn't want anyone onto my back in such a dark place like this." He stared over to Red in acknowledgement, then back at me. "I fear I've been interrupted of that wish." He tapped his fingers on his Poke Ball and Zoroark vanished out of sight as the ball snapped shut. "My name is Grimsley, by the way. It seems you Kanto heroes and heroines really like making Unovians your friends, eh?"

My mind was racing. Heroines? Unovians? Who interacted with this region other than Black, White, Lack-two, and Whi-two? I glanced at Grimsley, but his lips were sealed. Being such a tall and mysterious man as him, he probably wouldn't tell many secrets. I decided to let the subject go and come back to it later. "Alright well, what did you do to Red?"

"Ah, I had asked one of my fellow partners, Caitlin, for one of her Pokemon to lend me their Psyphic strength," he turned to smile sadly at Red, who was sleeping rather peacefully. "I had mistaken this male for a Team Flare grunt at first, the stench was something that signaled it for sure. Your costumes are very well planned out."

Still unsure of the man in front of me, I tilted my head and stared at him, mumbling, "Should I trust this guy...?" to myself. Grimsley laughed, hearing me, and said, "Whether I'm friend or foe, that's up to you to decide, but this ridiculous team took of my acquaintances' Pokemon and I shan't let them run loose."

I nodded, my case basically the same as his, and I decided to bring this guy along. After all, he must've been well experienced in battling, handling a wild Zoroark and gaining a Psychic Pokemon's trust.

"For now, Grimsley, you're a friend."