Pokemon: The Beginning of the Legend

I'm back.

Sorry for not uploading new chapters sooner, there were some problems and I couldn't do it.

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[One week later]

That morning began like many others: with the low hum of the coffee machine, the clink of dishes in the sink, and the patter of small feet across the kitchen tiles.

"Red, wake up! It's getting late, you can't oversleep on the first day of school!" Delia shouted from downstairs.

"I am already awake Mom! Do you really think you could catch me sleeping in?" Red was shouting while running down the stairs.

Once Red went down to the first floor, he saw Delia standing at the counter, pouring warm milk into his favorite orange cup, the one with a Charizard on the side. He sat next to her and started to eat.

"Did I really have to wait so long for classes to start?" he asked, not looking up.

She turned to him with a gentle smile. "You've asked me that every morning, ever since Professor Oak said Green would be studying with you."

"And you say yes every time," he muttered.

She laughed, ruffled his hair, and placed the cup beside his plate. "Because everything is in its time, Red."

Red sighed deeply, the kind of sigh that seemed too old for a four-year-old. "I know, I know. But I can't wait anymore, so can we please leave already?"

"Alright, just finish your breakfast."

They left the house wrapped in sweaters and the scent of fresh laundry. The walk to school was short, but slow, filled with Red's endless observations. He pointed out a ladybug on the sidewalk, a cloud shaped like a whale, and a man walking two dogs that didn't match.

When they reached the school gate, the rhythm of their walk faltered. The soundscape changed. Children squealed. Cars idled. A bell rang in the distance. Delia felt his hand tighten in hers.

"Okay," she said quietly, kneeling beside him. She adjusted his backpack, which always sat a little too low, and brushed a crumb from his chin. "Remember Red, have fun, make new friends, and learn as much as you can."

Red looked at the gate, then back at her. His eyes were filled with determination, with hope. "Yes Mom, I will."

Delia didn't let go yet. Her eyes searched his face, like she was trying to memorize it, just in case. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck in a fierce hug.

"I love you, Red," she said.

"I love you too, Mom," he answered her.

He pulled away slowly, turned, and began walking through the gate. Halfway across the yard, he stopped and looked back. Delia lifted her hand, smiling as steadily as she could, and he waved, small and tentative.

Then he disappeared into the sea of little backpacks and bobbing heads.

Delia remained where she was. She always gave herself a minute after he left, not to worry, not to cry, but to feel it: the bittersweet stretch of motherhood, where every day, your child becomes a little more themselves and a little less yours.

She watched until the last echo of the bell faded into the morning air, then turned slowly toward home, Red's last hug still warm against her neck.

"He is growing up so fast..."

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[Red's POV]

Red was walking toward his new school, and he gave himself a moment to admire it.

He had to admit, it was huge. The school was approximately 500 m², it had four floors, tons of classrooms, a huge playground, a couple of trees, some bushes, and Red could even see some Pokemon like Pidgey and Rattata playing with older kids.

"Admiring the view, I see."

The voice of someone he knew brought him out of his thoughts.

"Oh, hi professor!" said Red.

"Hi Red, how are you?" Professor Oak asked.

"I am doing fine, thank you! What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was just checking that all students had arrived at school, and then I saw you looking at the school," Oak answered.

"Yeah, the view is amazing, I have to say. The kids playing, the Pokemon running, not to mention how incredible the school looks just because of its sheer size." Red said.

"Yes, I am very proud of it. I always wanted kids to enjoy life, to follow their dreams. This school was made just for that."

As Oak was telling that, he remembered something that happened to him when he was young.

He remembered a ten-year-old with a red cap and jacket, along with a tiny Psychic and Grass-type Pokemon. He remembered how that encounter changed his life forever.

"I see, I think I can say that so far this school has fulfilled that purpose, professor." Red told him."

"Well, I think the same."

Suddenly, a bell rang.

"Well, looks like classes are starting," Oak said to Red.

"Yes, I'd better start running so I don't arrive late."

Then Red started running.

'Red is just like his Dad.' Professor Oak thought.

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After some running, Red finally reached his classroom. He carefully opened the door, fully expecting some hyperactive children playing and talking loudly. However, that was not what was inside the classroom. Instead of children playing and shouting, there was just one quiet girl sitting in the back, silently drawing.

'Wow, that's weird. Did I go to the wrong class or something?'

Just to be sure, he checked the classroom number.

'Nope, this is class 1B, so I am in the correct class. But why is there no one here?'

He slowly entered the classroom, a bit confused about why there was no one there.

Then he carefully placed his backpack on one of the benches in the back and sat down.

'This is strange, the bell has already rung, but that girl and I are the only ones here, why?'

He was confused, so he decided to ask the girl about it.

"Hey, excuse me, but do you know why there's no one here?"

"Uh, hey, I-I don't know, so-sorry," she blurted, visibly nervous.

"Oh, okay, thank you anyway, I am Red," he said.

"I-I am Y-Yellow," she responded.

'YELLOW???!!! Oh fu#$, if Yellow exists, does that mean that the plot of the manga Pocket Monsters also exists?! Sh#$, I don't want to deal with an evil Pryce and an evil elite four, no thanks!'

"H-Hey, are you alright?" Yellow asked.

Red blinked.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine, I was... just thinking," Red told her.

'Sh#$, this is bad, really bad. If the manga's plot really exists here, then Silver and Green will probably be kidnapped soon!"

'But maybe I can change things, since I met Green, I could do something to prevent her from being kidnapped. As for Silver... I can only pray that in this timeline, Giovanni can protect him.'

"Hey, what are you drawing?" Red suddenly asked.

"I-I... I am j-just drawing some Pokemon," she blurted out.

"Can I see?"

"U-um, s-sure."

Then Yellow gave her drawings to Red. And they were pretty good; he saw a Doduo, a Butterfree, and a Nidoran. Just by looking at them, Red knew that they were all Wilton's Pokémon.

"Wow, your drawings are pretty good! Red complimented her.

"T-thanks," Yellow shyly said.

"Do you wanna see mine?" he asked her.

"Y-you draw?" she asked.

"Yes, I draw, and I like it. I can also say that I'm pretty good at it," he said.

"O-okay, but I don't want to bother you."

"Don't worry, that doesn't bother me at all. In fact, I like when people look at my drawings, it only proves that I am good at it," he told her.

"O-okay," she finally accepted.

Red then proceeded to open his backpack and took out a few papers and drawings from it.

"Alright, tell me what do you think about it," Red told her.

Among the drawings that Red gave her, there was one of his favorites. It was a Charizard throwing some flames, with a Pikachu on its shoulder, and sparks on its cheeks. If you didn't know it was a drawing, you could think it was a photo.

As Yellow was looking at his drawings, Red could see her first being interested in his drawing style, then surprised, then amazed. So after gathering courage, she told him.

"R-Red, those are the best drawings that I ever saw, y-you are excellent," she sincerely told him.

"Oh yeah, thanks, that means a lot!"

"I-I am just saying the truth," she bashfully said.

"Still," he said as he grabbed his drawings back. "It's always nice to hear people who really appreciate your efforts."

"W-well, I really like your drawings, and they look like they were real," she told him.

"Well, I always put effort on my drawings. I imagine myself standing in front of the Pokémon I draw, I think about the battles I could have and I just let the rest by itself."

"Y-yeah, I do the same,"

"Well, it's nice to have a friend with similar interests"

"F-friends?"

"Yeah, friends. What do you think about it?"

"W-well, I don't have any friends, aside from the Pokemon on Viridian Forest," she said, embarrassed.

"Well, I would like to be your first human friend, Yellow. What do you think?"

"I-I think," she paused. "I-I would really like that."