April Fools- Pokemon Namelessshipping Album Fic

Part 10:

A/N: They're reunited, I think this is how you write a slow burn?

Warnings for passing mentions of suicidal ideation, Red gets injured big time and so Blue has to clean that (Its not graphic, but he still cleans it up) and also smexy stuff I guess? I'm no prude, but I'm trying to keep this PG13. Take care!

"You are determinedly ill, but still, you oughta have some idea why you're still hanging around" -Mannequin Adrift, April Fools

Blue woke up in a puddle of his own sweat... and fuck. Something else. Eevee had long gotten off the bed in favor of her makeshift bed. Blue was just glad she had given him space. He quickly cleaned up, face heated with shame and arousal. Even sad people get horny, Blue grimaced as he replaced the sheets on his bed. This was the worst way to get up in the morning, but at least it had forced Blue into the shower for the first time in weeks. The shower felt... decent. Blue had taken his time, scrubbing himself thoroughly with soap in hopes to wash away a month's worth of filth as well as the last of the dream. He had never liked the idea of sex. Stripping down and 'wrestling' in bed with someone else was too vulnerable for his taste. So... why the fuck was he having erotic dreams about Red? It felt like a sick joke. Blue sighed, throwing on a T-Shirt. He had given up the gym, the league had gone back to looking for a gym leader. He was able to live just fine, at least until he found a new job. Blue was a tad desperate for cash, but his inner cheap-skate had helped him scrape by. He had reverted back to the state he had been in about two years ago, but... somehow worse. He just slept all day with the exception of the two hours a day where he took care of his Pokemon. Blue had stubbornly blocked any human being's attempt to reach-out. Part of him knew he was just cementing him in his misery, the other part didn't care. Blue couldn't bring himself to kill himself, Eevee and his pokemon needed him, so he just intended on rotting away in this apartment until someone or something breaks in and drags him out of this absolute hell hole of a mental state. Blue knew that he sure as hell didn't have the drive to do it himself. The confident, upcoming champion he had once been was gone. Blue had come to believe that version of Blue had never been there. He was just a sad kid that had his ego crushed one time and never fully recovered. Or, at least, that's how Blue figured people saw him. Eevee, upon realizing Blue had cleaned up, began begging for food immediately. She trotted into the kitchen, looking at Blue expectantly. The only good part of Blue's isolation was how close Blue had gotten to all of his Pokemon. He suspected Eevee would've been close to evolving at this point if he had been training her properly. Blue was done with battling. He had explained this to his Pokemon time and time again, but... their fighting spirit had never really died. Every time he let them out of their Pokeballs, they glanced around to assess a potential arena. Even Pidgeot was defensive until told there was no reason to be. Blue fed his pokemon and then sat at the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone. One article's headline caught his eye- Extremely Strong Pokemon Discovered in Cerulean Cave

"Well, wonder what that's about..." He murmured aloud, clicking on the article out of pure curiosity. Pokemon were still a big interest for him, so Blue was intrigued. He half-heartedly chewed on a berry as he read. The article expressed how the Pokemon had yet to be tamed, and that any help from strong trainers was appreciated. Blue knew Red would be in that damn cave in a minute if he knew about this. Knowing Red, he was already in that cave. Blue continued to read the article, growing more and more worried after looking at the images of injured trainers that had attempted to capture the mysterious Pokemon. Blue, unable to stop himself from imagining Red in a similar position, sprung up. Red probably hated him just as much as Blue resented him, but Blue had been subjected to thoughts of the idiot (against his will) since he had last seen him and needed closure. He was just glad this article had showed up on a day that he actually was able to get out of bed. Blue put on more practical clothing as opposed to the world's largest T-shirt and shortest shorts, and dug out his old trainer gear.