Champion.
It was a single word yet the weight it held was worth a thousand more. Hundreds of stories were built upon the title. Trainers from all over journeyed and trained to become one. His predecessors forged a history of strength and power. It was a legacy that demanded respect. What was once a simple word became more as time contributed to its significance.
When Leon became a champion, he vowed to never diminish its legacy. When he became monarch, he felt the heavy burden of responsibility.
Could he carry it? He was only seventeen.
People all over the world came to watch him. He was Galar's golden boy. Rose called him the greatest trainer that the region ever produced.
But was he truly as strong as they claimed or was there someone out there greater than him? Leon trusted Rose. How could he not? He guided him; helped him realize his potential, but he always felt that his mentor was overconfident in Leon's capabilities.
He wanted to find out for himself. Galar was just a small part of a bigger world. There must be someone out there that was far stronger. The invitation rekindled that curiosity. The strongest trainer in the world. The thought alone was tantalizing. How could he not be curious?
It was as if his greatest wish was granted and all he needed to do was find it.
"Hm..."
There was one problem though.
"Don't tell me that we're lost, Leon." Sonia's sigh alerted the seventeen-year-old monarch to her presence.
"We're not lost." He lied as easily as he breathed. His confident grin faded when he took another look at the map. Where were they again? His false bravado did little to convince his friend and rival. Not ideal. "We're supposed to head to the, uh, yeah here. I think." He was pretty sure they were at least in the general area of Old Shore Wharf.
Heh.
"This is what I get for letting you lead for once." She had her hand out. "Give it here."
The tone of her voice brokered no room for arguments. He sighed and handed her the map. "Is this how you treat the champion of Galar, Sonia?"
"You were my friend first, champion second." She rolled her eyes. Despite his question, he was grateful for the normalcy. "You get plenty of compliments from Rose and his lackeys. As your friend and rival, it's my job to keep you grounded in reality."
"Funny. Raihan says the same thing," Leon laughed. "I get it though. Rose always said to be humble. There are probably stronger trainers out there. Like this one!"
She looked away from the map. "We don't know if this person really is who they say they are."
Right. That was a possibility his mentor mentioned when he pitched the idea to him.
"But it gets you interested, right?" He said with barely concealed excitement. "The world out there is vast. I've only fought a small part of it. If this person really is who they say they are, then who wouldn't want to meet them?"
"That sounds just like you."
"You came with me too," the Galar champion said with a grin. "I shouldn't be surprised. You said you wanted to be the strongest champion when we both started out."
"That was a long time ago."
"Yet you're still here."
"I won't deny that I am curious," she admitted. The Galarian stared at the map before sighing. Uh oh. That look normally spelled trouble. "Leon, this isn't even the correct map."
"It isn't?"
"We're in Kanto," Sonia folded the parchment. "You're using a map of Galar."
Huh. "In my defense, I've never been good at reading maps."
"That's not an excuse," she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Are we even in the right port?"
"Maybe," Leon said before wincing at her glare. "Okay, probably." They were close to the sea so that had to count for something, right? He began mumbling to himself. "This is why I use the Flying Taxi."
"I'm going to ask around. Stay right there." She crossed her arms. "I don't want you getting lost again."
He pouted. "I'm not that bad."
"Trust me, Leon, it is that bad."
He got lost sometimes. Fine. He always found his way eventually. Maybe not on time, but he did! As he was about to retort, he noticed a group of four passing by. Two boys and two girls. What caught his attention was the map in the younger boy's hands. Probably the correct one too. What luck! His spirit soared as he nudged Sonia toward their direction.
"Why don't we ask them? They look like they know where they're going." He motioned to the group. Before Sonia could respond, he raised his hands and waved. His companion released a deep sigh. "Hello! Hi! Excuse us, but we need some help!"
The group seemed startled at first but was more than happy to approach the duo. He took that time to observe them. The one leading the pack was a young boy with black hair and amber eyes. He was tagged along by an older youth with spiky hair and two female companions. The girls looked quite distinct with their orange and honey-colored hair respectively. He waved at the Pikachu on the boy's shoulder. It waved back.
Adorable.
"Hey there," the champion of Galar grinned, "I'm Leon and this is my friend, Sonia. Just wanted to ask some questions if you don't mind."
"Sure thing," the boy said. Was he the leader of this group? "I'm Ash and this is my partner, Pikachu."
"I'm Brock!"
"Serena."
"And I'm Misty."
"It's nice to meet all of you." He chuckled good-naturedly. "My friend and I are a bit lost, you see. We're supposed to go to a place called New Island. Are we in Old Shore Wharf by any chance?"
"You're going to New Island too?" Ash blinked in surprise before smiling. "That's our destination as well. The Pokemon Center is close by. We can take you there."
Relief showed on both of their faces. Leon took the boy's hands and shook them gratefully. "We would love that. Thank you so much."
It felt much better letting these more experienced natives lead them to their destination. As they talked, he noticed the four staring at him curiously. They must seem odd to the boy. While Sonia might appear somewhat normal with a tan trench coat and teal blouse, seeing a cape that held the symbols of numerous sponsors must look strange to someone outside of his home region.
Nonetheless, he was able to glean tidbits of information from the group. To think that he was in the presence of two former gym leaders! The ones in Galar had a reputation as formidable fighters. Living and breathing in a culture of renowned combatants made him appreciate the title.
"So both of you were invited?" Misty asked.
"We were," Leon said. "I wanted to meet this self-proclaimed strongest trainer and I had time so I decided why not?" He peered into the curious youths. "I am guessing you all were too?"
"Ash was the one invited," Serena said with a small smile. "We're just tagging along. The letter didn't say anything against it."
Truly? Sonia blinked before focusing on the child. "You must've been very impressive to be invited this young."
"I guess," Ash flushed before waving it off. "I could've done better. I only got top sixteen in my first conference."
"That is quite the achievement," Sonia said. Leon couldn't say he disagreed. "You competed with dozens if not hundreds of trainers. Coming out of it as one of the top sixteen in your first attempt is nothing short of talented."
Out of everyone Leon knew, Sonia understood that the most. He was held up as a trainer seen once every generation. Among a region full of talents, he was above even them. Peerless trainers like Raihan, Peony, and Mustard existed yet Galar claimed he was greater. He had the skill, training, and potential. An absolutely terrifying combination.
At least, that was what Rose told him.
But Sonia, despite her best efforts, didn't have what he had. As time passed, the gap in strength grew and their relationship along with it. He wasn't ignorant of it despite what Sonia might think. He liked to think he was more perspective than that.
She never was able to collect all eight gym badges on her first journey, but she got up, got stronger, and over time, through some effort, she was able to stand on her own two feet. She would know talent if it was thrown in front of her. She sought it out for herself.
"When you put it that way, it does sound amazing," Ash blinked. He grinned. "You hear that, Misty? I'm pretty good!"
"Don't let it get to your head, Ash."
"With you around, I know you wouldn't let me," he rolled his eyes with feigned exasperation. Leon smiled at their dynamic. He was reminded of his childhood with Sonia and Raihan. Ash turned back to them. "So where are you guys from? I didn't see you two at the Indigo Plateau Conference."
"We participated in Galar's gym challenge," Leon answered. At the boy's confusion, he continued. "It's pretty far from here. I'm not surprised you haven't heard of it before. It's a beautiful place though. Why don't I show you some of the Pokemon from my home?"
That caught their attention. He could always count on people's fascination with Pokemon to break the ice. He grinned as he sent out two of his most trusted companions. Intense orange flesh formed into a monstrous icon while ghastly scales became a serpentine warrior. Charizard and Dragapult were with him from the start. Who better than them?
"It's a Charizard!" Ash gasped. Leon wasn't surprised. Kanto was famous for them. Intrigue and awe showed on the child's face before turning to his other dragon with wonder. "I've never seen you before."
"Dragapult," Sonia answered. The boy was quick to whip out his Pokedex. The ghost-type floated toward Serena and Misty, letting the two marvel at the brilliant yet translucent scales of the beast. "They're one of Galar's most distinctive dragons."
"These Pokemon look well taken care of," Brock observed.
"They deserve everything and more," Leon said. He meant it. Without them, he wouldn't have become the champion that he was now. "Nothing but the best for my team."
"What do you feed them?" Brock pulled out a notebook and Leon had to jump at the man's sudden studious nature. "The flame on that Charizard is one of the biggest I've ever seen and that healthy orange hue...that has to be the work of an extraordinary nutritionist."
"Brock wants to be a Pokemon breeder," Misty clarified with a soft laugh. He made a noise in understanding. "He's many things, but he takes his passion very seriously."
"I've never heard of a gym leader that's also a breeder," Leon mused before nodding, "but if I can help with your dream then I certainly don't mind sharing. Rose gave me some recipes. I think I have them somewhere in my bag."
"Thank you so much!"
He waved it off. "Think nothing of it. You and your friends are helping us so this is the least I can do."
"That's awesome," Ash grinned, "I can't wait to try them!"
"I think those recipes are for Pokemon, Ash," Serena giggled.
"Oh, right." He scratched the back of his head before brightening at a thought. "Well, Charizard will definitely like them."
"You have one as well?" Leon asked.
"I do," Ash grinned and took out a pokeball. Pikachu perked up at the sight. Leon had to raise a brow when the electric mouse looked worried. "We should let them meet. Come on out, Charizard!"
Bright red light revealed a familiar sight and the champion took his time to observe the orange titan.
Leon was no expert in Pokemon, but he liked to think he knew a fair bit about his ace's species. Charizards were exemplary warriors. Ruthless and competitive, these great beasts spared no expense when it came to the pursuit of power. Earning their respect was a roadblock for many trainers, but the rewards reaped were worth it.
Ash's Charizard burned bright. He embodied everything that a Charizard should. His tail held a healthy inferno and while nowhere near the level of his own, with enough training, he could see this great beast soar to even greater heights. There was no mistaking those eyes. They held the desire to rise above everything the world had to offer. With great muscles, Charizard roared a cry that lifted his cape lightly aloft. The boy had an impressive capture.
Not bad.
Unfortunately, while he embodied all the good things about Charizard, he also embodied all of the worrying ones. The competitive glint in his eyes told Leon and his own everything. Leon's ace looked like a threat and despite Ash doing everything he could to stop him, the warrior encroached upon them with unrelenting fury.
"Charizard, what are you doing!?"
Leon's Charizard blocked a Flamethrower to the face.
Oh boy...
XXX
The second time they met, she didn't expect it.
"Dragapult, hold him back!"
"Come on, Charizard, here of all times!?"
Though to be fair, he probably didn't expect it either. Stuck in the madness that was two Charizards duking it out in the small harbor, Serena could do nothing but watch as Ash and Leon did their best to calm down the blazing beasts. It was that commotion that stopped anyone from noticing the Pidgeot that flew overhead.
Fwoosh.
Not her though. She saw him and while he looked older, there was no mistaking his identity.
The flash of yellow on the man's shoulders took her full attention. A small gasp left her lips. The change in clothing did little to hide who he was. How could she forget Red and his Pokemon? It was his advice that led her to join Ash on his journey through Kanto.
It was a decision that she would never regret. She already made so many friends! The ever-reliable Brock and the blunt yet caring Misty helped her over the course of her year here. With Ash by her side, they learned and grew more than she could ever believe possible. Even Gary, rare as his appearances might be, was a welcome sight every once in a while. It was nice.
Seeing him here ignited all sorts of emotions. She wanted to thank him. He probably thought nothing of it, but she wanted to thank him all the same.
Red's Pidgeot landed closer to the Pokemon Center than he was to them. It didn't matter to her. She could make the trek. She took a glance behind her to see everyone still dealing with the clashing fire-types. They'd calm down eventually and there wasn't much she could do anyway. She could talk to him before it was over. She nodded to herself and took a small step toward the Unova champion.
Was it a good idea? She didn't know. The anxiousness in her heart began to fester and her heart raced with every step. Would he remember her? What would she say if he didn't? He probably talked to so many kids and met so many people. She might as well be another face among hundreds.
"Pika."
Serena jumped at the familiar voice. When Red hopped off the Kanto bird, it was his Pikachu that noticed her first. When their eyes met, she froze.
Wow.
Misty wasn't wrong.
He really did look like him.
They said nothing as they stared at each other. Absolute shock met nerve-wracking stillness. Words escaped her. Whatever she wanted to say turned blank as the man watched her with disbelieving eyes.
Say something!
"Ah."
Serena almost facepalmed.
Embarrassing as it was, it did the trick. Red broke out of his trance and smiled. "It's been a while."
So he did remember her. She sighed a breath of relief. "It really has."
He petted the proud Pidgeot before offering his hand. She took it and gave a firm shake before letting go. "I'm...surprised to see you in Kanto. Kalos is a long way from here."
"I-I followed your advice," Serena said. She shyly looked down before continuing. "I joined my best friend, Ash, on his journey."
A breath left him and an unknown emotion shined in his eyes before it vanished. "I did say that, didn't I?" His smile softened. "I hope he's been good to you."
"He has!" She nodded enthusiastically. "I got to meet so many people and Pokemon. You were right! It has been so much fun." A genuine grin blossomed before she flustered and her next words were nothing but a whisper. "I've been thinking a lot about what I want to be and Ash has been so helpful with that too. You were right about everything."
He heard it nonetheless and gently shook his head. "It might have been my words that drove you, but it was your actions that got you this far." He hesitantly patted her head. It was the faintest of touches. Almost ethereal. "It was all you. Think nothing of it."
"Even if that's the case, I wanted to thank you," Serena looked up at him with grateful eyes. "I never would have thought of it if it wasn't for you."
"You don't have to thank me for anything, but I will accept it gratefully," Red chuckled. Serena blinked when she felt soft fur beside her. She looked down and gasped at the mouse's presence. She giggled when he hopped onto her shoulder and affectionately rubbed her cheek. Red watched it with an amused yet exasperated sigh. "Pikachu, you can't just jump on people like that."
"No, it's fine," Serena grinned. "Ash has a Pikachu too. He's also just like this."
"Is that so?"
"Mhm," she nodded. "It's quite funny. They started off on the wrong foot, but they became absolutely inseparable. He doesn't like staying in his pokeball too."
He hummed in understanding. She noted the contemplative expression on his face. "And what of you? Did you get your starter here in Kanto?"
"Ah, actually my mom told me I should get one from Kalos," she said. "The earlier the better, she said. She was right. Fennekin is the best partner I could ask for." While Bulbasaur, Squirtle, and Charmander were amazing Pokemon, the Kalos fire-type was absolutely adorable. She was so soft and fluffy! Taking care of her fur was one of her favorite pastimes.
Red nodded in understanding. "And I'm sure she's glad to have you as her partner as well."
"I want to introduce you to my friends." She jumped excitedly. "You've heard of Ash and Pikachu, but there's Brock and Misty too. One is training to be a Pokemon breeder and the other wants to be a water-type master. They would love to meet you." She turned to show him only to blush when she saw that their Charizard problem still hadn't been resolved. Urk. "On s-second thought, maybe another time."
Amusement danced in Red's eyes. "Your friend's Charizard is a rowdy one."
"We're normally not like this." She stared at her idol with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry about that."
"Don't be," he shook his head. "It tends to happen. A consequence of their nature, but you won't find a more loyal Pokemon once you've earned their respect."
"Respect, huh?" Serena gave a nervous laugh. "Ash is working on it."
"I'm sure he is," Red said. "Let's go and meet them."
"N-Now?" Serena paused. "Wouldn't it be better after they calmed down?"
"No time like the present." He offered a small smile before walking toward her party. She could do nothing but follow. Hello, anxiousness, her old friend. The closer they got, the more she winced. Ash's Charizard wasn't going down without a fight. For such a large target, he was doing a good job of evading Ash's attempt of retrieving him.
"Get in the pokeb-Serena?" Ash paused at her reappearance. She waved at him. He tilted his head. "What're you doing?"
She gave him a small smile. "I brought some help."
He gave her a look. "What help?"
She laughed nervously and pointed ahead. Confusion set on his face before turning to the source.
Any words that her friend was about to say died in his throat at the man's approach. She couldn't blame him. It was the same trainer they watched all those years ago. He was one of the many reasons they decided to go on a Pokemon journey in the first place. They weren't alone. Misty and Brock stopped what they were doing as he reached the rampaging Pokemon.
"Brock, isn't that...?"
"Yes, it is, Misty."
"Woah there," Leon sidestepped a Flamethrower. Dragapult blocked one heading for Sonia while Leon's ace pinned Ash's to the ground. The struggling fire-type could do little against the superior beast. The Galarian trainer had to sigh at the predicament. "Rebellious one, isn't he?"
"Mind if I help?"
Leon blinked when a man appeared by his side. Serena stayed behind Ash as she watched. Her best friend had no words. It was a rare sight for the normally energetic boy. The Galarian eyed him curiously. "And you are?"
"My friends call me Red." He smiled. "I was passing by when I noticed the commotion. I'm not sure how much I could contribute, but I've had some experience with Charizards like these. May I try?"
Leon hummed before taking a step back to allow the Unova champion free access. "Be my guest. Careful though, this one is rather hot-tempered."
"I've noticed," Red said, amused.
The struggling beast stopped and stared when he took a step forward. Despite his confidence, he gave the fire-type a cautious smile. Still pinned under the immense power of Leon's Pokemon, the fire-type spent his energy analyzing the man. Serena could see confusion in Ash's winged Kanto starter. She wasn't surprised.
She saw the resemblance almost immediately. Charizard surely would too.
"You're certainly full of energy," Red observed. Charizard huffed in annoyance. "Let's get you out of there, shall we?" He turned to Leon and nodded. "Let him go."
Leon had his doubts. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
Charizard tilted his head when the weight on his back lightened. He stood back up and continued to observe the trainer. Serena had no idea what he was doing. Ash's fire-type was a wildcard throughout their journey. Unpredictable yet intense, it was a source of many of their victories alongside many of their defeats.
Everyone waited to see what he would do next with bated breath. She turned to Ash. He was entranced.
"Better?" The Unova champion smiled at Charizard. The beast grumbled to himself. He laughed. "You want to fight. I get that, but doing it here amongst so many people isn't going to accomplish much." His palm touched the beast's shoulders and Charizard noticed the crowd of people. "You'll have your chance. It would be a much better fight if the two of you were at your best, don't you agree?"
He huffed a plume of smoke. He was actually listening to him. Unbelievable.
Red turned to Ash and she couldn't help but notice her friend tense. "You must be Ash."
His eyes widened. "You know about me?"
"Of course," Red grinned. "Serena mentioned you. You're quite the boy, I heard."
"Serena? Wait, the letters!" Ash swerved to Serena. She gave a nervous laugh. "You didn't say anything embarrassing, right?"
"I didn't mention much," Serena assured. "Just a few things and none of them were that embarrassing. I think."
Her words didn't assuage her friend's worries and Misty snickered. "That's one way to meet the champion, huh, Ash?"
Ash groaned. Leon perked up at the water specialist's words. He turned to Brock. "Champion?"
"Not Kanto's if that's what you're wondering," Brock explained. "He's Unova's. Won it recently."
The Galarian's mood brightened. Sonia looked at the man in a new light. "Is that so?"
"You have a powerful Charizard," Red continued. "Be sure to take good care of him."
"Yeah," Ash nodded, staring as the brooding fire-type walked up to him with no issues. "I've never seen him listen to anyone before." He stopped his muttering to look at Red. "Well, I guess if it's you, it makes sense. You have a Charizard too."
"Strength begets respect. This is especially true for dragons, even if Charizard doesn't technically count as one." He smiled and patted the starter's head. Reluctant as Charizard might seem, he didn't shrug it off. "Show him why you're worth listening to and he'll move mountains for you."
Ash was silent as he allowed the words to sink in. He stared at his Charizard who glanced back before looking away with a huff. He sighed. Serena laughed. They got a long way to go.
The champion and his Pikachu noticed a similar rodent beside the trainer. "And this must be Pikachu."
"My best friend," Ash grinned and Pikachu returned it with a cry of his own. The mouse jumped up to his shoulders and waved at Red's Pikachu. The yellow mouse waved back with equal enthusiasm. "I can't think of anyone else for a partner."
Red observed the two and his smile grew. "That's wonderful."
"Were you invited too?" Ash asked with boundless excitement. After waving off the shock of seeing the man, he was back on his feet. Meeting his idol for the first time must have been an exhilarating experience. Not even Misty wanted to berate him for it though she still looked ready to keep him in check.
"I was," he nodded.
"I can't say I'm surprised," Brock said with a contemplative note in his voice. "I wonder who else was invited."
He glanced at the former gym leader. "Are you one of Flint's kids by any chance?"
The rock specialist paused at Red's question. "I am."
Red offered his hand and he took it. "I can see the resemblance. I battled your father a long time ago. He was an impressive man back in the day. Sturdy, like rock. Is he still the gym leader there?"
"He was and still is," he smiled and let go. "I took over for a while but I decided to follow Ash on his journey."
"He must have really impressed you."
"You could say that," Brock laughed.
Red returned it with an amused smile before turning to Misty who straightened at his attention. "Misty, right?"
"That's right," she nodded.
"I heard you're trying to become a water-type master," he said and Misty's eyes widened before glancing at Serena. Serena offered a small wink. "It can be a tough type to raise."
"Better that than bug-types." She made a face at the thought before remembering who she was talking to. "Not that there's anything wrong with them. Leavanny and Butterfree are really cute, but it's just not my thing." She shivered. "Water-types are my passion. I think I can be the best. I know I can."
His smile widened. "I understand. Everyone has their preferences. Wallace would adore you."
She choked. "You know Wallace?"
"I do. He has some of the most beautiful water-types I've ever seen. Despite his glamorous persona, his intellect is far beyond many of his peers. He's even given me insight into my own water-types from time to time. I can share them with you later." He turned to Leon and Sonia. "I don't believe we've properly met."
"I'm Leon and she's Sonia," the man's curiosity seemed to have heightened after observing the trainer. "You're the champion of Unova?"
"It hasn't been long since I became one, but yes."
"So the invitation has some legitimacy," Sonia said. "A gathering of some of the greatest trainers in the world sounded farfetched, but a champion is standing right before our eyes."
"Perhaps," Red nodded. "I came to find out."
"Same as us," Leon said and there was a hint of anticipation that Serena never saw before. "I would love to talk more. Champion to champion. It'd be an honor to talk with the strongest trainer in Unova."
Ash blinked and he wasn't the only one to process the Galarian's words. Serena looked at the man with the same confusion. "Wait, champion?"
"Oh, didn't I mention it?" Leon paused and thought about it. He chuckled. "Guess I didn't. I'm the champion of Galar. Nice to meet you."
The expression on Ash's face when he discovered he was in the presence of two champions was adorable.
XXX
Today was full of surprises for Lance.
"Cynthia?"
"Lance?"
This was the first of many revelations. Lance stared at the approaching woman with intrigue. When he came here, he expected to see a wide variety of trainers. Maybe a few he recognized. To see her of all people was a pleasant surprise. "It has been a while since I've last seen you. How have you been?"
"I've been doing well," Cynthia smiled. "I heard you became the champion of Kanto and Johto last year. Congratulations."
"And I heard that you became Sinnoh's this year." Lance smiled. "I can't say I'm surprised. Your accomplishments speak for themselves."
"I work just as hard as any other trainer," Cynthia laughed. "I assume you are here for the same reason?"
"Being invited by the greatest Pokemon trainer in the world isn't something that happens often."
"If the person really is who they say they are," she said and he couldn't help but agree. He had doubts as well, but whoever could pull off inviting so many promising trainers at least had some legitimacy. Lance decided to give whoever this was the benefit of the doubt. He could spare a few days for idle curiosity despite his busy schedule.
"At least we won't be alone," he offered, noting several other trainers in the Pokemon Center. He could see his old friend Bruno conversing with a confident man with a red afro. Speaking of the color..."Do you think Red was invited as well? It would be nice to see him again."
He personally took time out of his schedule to watch his rival compete. It was a true spectacle. The skill and power both trainers exuded were in a league of their own. They held nothing back. Red deserved his title after such a showing.
The topic of Red seemed to sour her mood. "I haven't heard from him ever since he became champion," Cynthia sighed. "I figured he might be busy and he has done this before, but it can be worrying sometimes."
"Trouble in paradise?"
Cynthia feigned a glare. "You too, Lance?"
He raised his hands in faux surrender. "In my defense, I always assumed you two would end up together." They had chemistry and it was clear to see.
"We're not in a relationship."
"Really?" Lance tilted his head.
"Really," she nodded.
"You kissed him."
"I confessed," she admitted. "That doesn't mean we're together."
That was news to him. Lance always considered Red to be a direct, confident man. To hear that the new Unova champion hesitated when it came to love was a new side of the trainer he hadn't heard of before. Nonetheless, he knew him enough to assure the woman. "I'm sure he'll respond to your feelings. He's not one to avoid what's in front of him for long."
"That's not what I am worried about."
"You think he'll say no?" She gave a hesitant nod. He hummed in understanding. In his opinion, the woman had nothing to be worried about. He saw how Red looked at her. Even if he never realized it, he cared for her greatly. "I am not one to talk, but sometimes people can be so woefully dense. He most likely used this time to think. He didn't reject you immediately. I would like to think that is because he cared enough about your feelings that he wanted to respond to you properly."
At least he thought so. Even after years of knowing the trainer, there were moments when reading whatever was going on in Red's head was all but impossible. His words seemed to have a profound effect on the Sinnoh native, however, and he inwardly nodded to himself. He'd consider that a victory.
"I suppose you're right," Cynthia slowly accepted. He could see a million thoughts go through her head at his words. "He didn't say no straight away." She smiled at Lance. "Thank you. I needed to hear that."
"We champions have to stick together." Lance chuckled before returning a smirk. "For what it's worth, I think you and Red would make a cute couple."
She rolled her eyes before wincing when a jubilant voice came from behind. He raised a brow when the woman sighed.
"Cynthia! Is that you?"
"Wallace," she turned to see the glamorous man stroll towards them with delight. So she knew this man. He hummed. He looked familiar. "You're here too?"
"You know me, darling," he laughed, "why would I say no to a party? Especially one with such an interesting premise. A gathering filled with promising trainers is one I rarely deny and it seems that my decision was the correct one. It has been years! It's so good to see you!"
Despite herself, the woman had a small smile at the boisterous words. "It's good to see you too, Wallace. I saw your match. You were close."
"Don't remind me," he glamorously bemoaned. Lance never thought someone could be so extravagant. "Steven's my finest rival for a reason. I'm content with letting him stay at the top for now. Next year will be a different matter."
Steven was the name of the Hoenn champion, was it not? He took another look at the man. Boisterous with a thematic theme of sea green and blue with an influence so large it extended to Kanto and Johto. There was only one that fit the bill. "You're that top coordinator from Hoenn. The champion's rival."
"And you're Kanto's greatest dragon master," Wallace's words made him blink in surprise. The man offered a small yet dazzling bow. "I'm honored to be in the presence of this region's best."
"And it's great to meet one of Hoenn's." He heard of his reputation. Balancing Pokemon contests along with the league looked like an impossible task, but this man not only tried but flourished in both. No ordinary trainer could reach such a level in two competitive fields and he did it with ease. Lance was impressed.
"You flatter me, but my last performance isn't anywhere close to satisfactory. I will do better," Wallace smiled. "Steven would've loved to meet you, but his duties as champion and heir to a massive corporation made him unable to attend. He'd be quite jealous of the invitees."
Another added to the list of impressive trainers. He mentally took note of the coordinator's words.
"How do you think we're supposed to head to the island," Lance pondered. He could easily fly there with his Dragonite, but not everyone had the same conveniences he had. The host must have something prepared.
"I asked the sailors here and no one was willing to take me there," Wallace said. "Honestly, I've considered swimming there myself."
"That is rather odd," Cynthia admitted. Before Lance could add to it, the doors of the Pokemon Center opened once more and the youthful yet familiar voice caused a sense of deja vu that he couldn't help but feel.
"Sorry about Charizard."
"Don't worry about it. It happens."
Red?
No.
That was Red's voice, but it wasn't. It wasn't the mature, controlled tone that commanded respect from those around him. It was excitable, innocent, and inexperienced. Judging by the stunned expressions on Cynthia and Wallace's faces, they noticed it too. He turned to the source.
The surprise hit him like a Tauros.
It was a boy. Black hair, sun-kissed skin, and amber eyes. Must have started recently. He had different clothing, but he was the spitting image of an eleven-year-old Red. He should know. He met him at that age. He fought him at that age.
Cynthia looked to be in a state of shock. He couldn't blame her. Lance was too.
"Did Red ever mention having siblings?" Wallace asked.
"No," Cynthia shook her head. "He may be related? Red mentioned living in Kanto."
Possible. Highly probable. They looked too alike not to be.
"You think we'll get to battle there?" The boy's question and expression were so familiar yet so foreign. He never saw a younger Red look this innocent before! It was oddly adorable, but also horrifying. As if to further cement their theories, a third surprise struck Lance like a thunderbolt when he walked in.
"Maybe," Red said. "We'll find out when we get there."
Any doubt he had completely vanished.
"They're definitely related," Wallace concluded. Lance couldn't disagree. Having them side by side only emphasized their similarities and differences. It was the only logical conclusion.
Then the boy pointed at him and Lance swore to Arceus that he had a heart attack when the youthful Red-lookalike stared at him in complete and utter awe. Red never looked at him like that. Seeing it now was utter chaos.
"No way, it's Lance!"
When the boy ran up to him with eyes so familiar yet so different, did he realize that he lost his voice. Cynthia didn't say a word, enraptured by the oddity in front of them. The day just started and things were not going as planned. His expectations were broken before him. Just what had the day in store for them?
He had no idea. His mind was already trying to comprehend an energetic, excitable Red. He couldn't handle any more than this!
XXX
"Funny seeing all of you here." His voice brought her back from the puzzle before them. Red was as collected as ever though she knew him long enough to note the surprise in his eyes. "Old Shore Wharf isn't exactly a tourist's destination."
"I find the ocean to be calming wherever I go," Wallace said, distracted by the boy taking up all of Lance's attention. "Any relation with the child?"
"He's not my brother, cousin, or nephew if that is what you're asking."
Really? Cynthia had a hard time believing that. "He looks and sounds just like you when you were young."
"The oddest of coincidences."
"I have two working eyes," Cynthia said with a deadpan expression.
"It can happen."
"The chances of such a thing are absurdly low."
"But there's a chance."
"You cannot think that I could possibly believe that."
"The world works in mysterious ways," Red smiled those knowing smiles that appeared from time to time. She gave him a disbelieving stare, but he wouldn't budge on the topic. She pouted. He laughed and gave her a hug. She started at the touch but melted into his arms. Her face turned warm. "It's great to see you again, Cynthia."
"Mm," she subconsciously deepened the hug, "It's great to see you too."
Her heartbeat accelerated despite her attempts at stopping it. Would he notice it? He probably did. Stupid heart. Ever since she confessed, she became actively aware of how her body reacted to him. Take her back to the time when she wasn't so aware of her feelings! She was suffering here! Argh.
Wallace cleared his throat when they both stayed together for longer than what was considered proper. They let go instantly. The water-type specialist gave them a look. She glared back, an action that Wallace effortlessly ignored as he sent a dazzling smile Red's way. "Red," He paused and his smile became teasing, "or should I say champion?"
"Red's just fine, thank you." The man's sigh made her giggle. "I've already got enough people calling me prince or king of Unova already. I don't need another added to the list."
"It's great to see my title for you spreading."
"I should've known you would be the one to start it." He rolled his eyes before looking behind him. The boy wasn't the only one with Lance now. Several more joined alongside him. "I've entered alongside some other trainers. I wouldn't mind introducing you to them. You already saw Ash, but his friends are just as interesting. Some gym leaders and even another champion. From Galar!" The tone of Red's voice was tinged with fascination and even confusion at the thought.
"Well, I wouldn't mind meeting them," Wallace grinned. "A friend of yours is a friend of mine!"
"Galar is rather far from here," Cynthia said, "It'd be great to learn about it from their very own champion."
"I've had the exact same thought," her best friend agreed. "I've alrea-"
"Red!" Flint tackled him with a midair hug. The man grunted at the red-haired Elite Four's form. Bruno picked both of them up with ease and gave the Unova champion a bone-crushing embrace.
"Flint?" He looked at him in shock before turning to the other man. "Bruno?"
"It's been so long, man," Flint beamed and there was a hint of vindictive glee in his smile, "You're not escaping this time. We got a lot of catching up to do."
"I understand, but there's a lot of other people I have to gree-"
"You got plenty of time," Bruno smirked. "Come on, Red, let's talk."
He sighed in exasperation before turning to Cynthia for help. She ignored him and turned to Ash and his friends. The betrayed look he sent as Sinnoh's burning star and Kanto's fighting legend stole him away was cute. Honestly, it was a long time coming. He hadn't returned to Sinnoh in years. Flint wasn't going to show him mercy and neither was she.
Sorry Red, but that's a problem you'll have to deal with yourself!
XXX
When Diantha first saw the invitation, she thought it was one of her many fan letters or invitations from the rich and wealthy. It certainly had the flair of one. She wasn't new to large gatherings and this certainly wouldn't be the last. Nonetheless, the sophistication of the invitation intrigued her, and she had nothing else going on during the time so she accepted.
She met him again under the bright clear sun of Kanto.
"Most people won't recognize you here, you know?"
"It never hurts to be cautious," she smiled at the familiar voice. Her sunglasses, black coat, and hat were a disguise he was all too familiar with. She turned around to see him staring at her with amusement. "I suppose it's become a habit."
"Not a bad habit to have considering your fame," Red mused. She was watching all the ships pass by on the dock. She could see her destination in the distance. New Island was a large and formidable landmass, though she couldn't help but feel something off about it.
"You look tired."
"I had a run-in with some old friends and they wanted to catch up."
"That doesn't sound so bad."
"It's been close to nine years since I physically saw him."
"Ah." That would do it. "So you came here to take a break."
He chuckled. "Just a small one."
"I could leave if you need me to."
"No, I always appreciate your company." Red stood next to her, basking in the calm ocean breeze. "What do you think of New Island?"
So he was curious about it too.
"I've never heard of it before," she admitted. "It's quite large. My manager couldn't find out a lot about it and the locals don't know much other than some rumors and hearsay."
He hummed, "You would think the people that live here would know more. What rumors have you heard?"
"It was a simple island a few weeks ago. Some people would come and go. No one from here. Seemingly in a few days, it became a fortress." She looked at him when he was oddly silent. "Sailors avoid it. Bad luck they say. It didn't help that their Nurse Joy vanished ever since it occurred."
"Do you believe them?"
"I have an open mind," she said. It could be true or it could simply be a wealthy eccentric throwing their money around. Sailors were a superstitious bunch, but it was a result of their time on the seas. She learned to trust their intuition at times. "I do find it strangely foreboding. The architecture isn't anything I've ever seen."
"Almost alien compared to human structures."
"You make it sound like a human didn't build it."
"It was just a thought," he chuckled. "Why don't we meet up with the others? I saw Malva on my way here. Was she with you?"
"Yes. She was just as interested in it as I was." She never was one to deny a potential story. She sent a teasing smile his way. "She'd be all over you if she saw you here. Her interview was a hit. She'd want to thank you personally."
"I avoided her the moment I saw her," he spoke without shame. "Good to know that was a wise choice."
"I would've kept her in check."
"My guardian angel," he laughed.
"Kathi taught me many ways to manage the growing fame that I would eventually get." She took his hand and lead him to the Pokemon Center. "I wouldn't mind sharing them with you. You'll probably need it now that you're champion."
"You do not have to," Red said, "but I appreciate it."
With all the things he did for her, this was the least she could do for him. The soft smile he sent her way made her heart skip a beat before she squashed it instantly. She shouldn't get too attached. His heart belonged to someone else.
Cynthia really was a lucky woman.
XXX
When she entered the Pokemon Center, she wasn't surprised by the large group of trainers.
She was surprised by the people in them though. Her friend and rival, Cynthia, was speaking with a star-struck girl and her Fennekin. Was that the top coordinator of Hoenn and the champion of Galar as well? There seemed to be no shortage of famous trainers here.
"Now this is a story."
"We're here to enjoy ourselves, Malva."
"Oh I know, but my reporter's intuition demands I know the truth." Her friend and rival looked like a kid that walked into a candy shop. "I wanted to learn more about the strongest trainer in the world, but it seems I got more than I bargained for."
"Malva..."
"I won't do anything," she rolled her eyes before noticing a familiar figure in the distance. "Your boyfriend's here too. You walked with him. Got something to share?"
"You're teasing me," she nudged her playfully. "He's taken."
"Do we know that really?"
"We have pictures to prove it."
"There's usually more to a picture than meets the eye," Malva pointed out. "Until I hear it from their own lips, as far as I can tell, he's free game."
"I think a kiss on the lips is explanation enough." She left Malva to her own devices and walked toward Cynthia. The girl by her wore clothes similar to Kalos fashion. Was she from her home region? She ignored that for now and instead sneaked behind Cynthia for a small tap on her shoulder.
The blonde woman jumped at the touch but turned toward the Kalos star. Shock flashed in the woman's eyes before a smile graced her lips. "I can't say I'm surprised to see you here."
"I'm flattered you think so highly of me," Diantha grinned. "I'll be sure to take the praise of the champion of Sinnoh to heart."
"As if you need anyone's praise to begin with."
"I'm not immune to a little bit of praise from certain people. When it comes out of a champion's mouth, people tend to listen," she said amusedly, "It just so happens that I find your words worth listening to."
"I'm only speaking the truth," the Sinnoh champion laughed, "there is no reason to lie about it. You're almost as good as me."
"Almost?"
Cynthia smirked, "I haven't lost to you yet."
"Yet," she emphasized before feigning a sigh, "though I suppose you've beaten me in other ways." The blonde blinked in confusion and the Kalos star returned it with a sly wink before moving on to the girl right next to her. "And who's this cutie?"
"This is Serena. Apparently Red met her during his journey in Kalos."
"That's a long way from here," she noted before offering her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Serena. I am Diantha."
"I-I know who you are," she stared at the Kalos star with stars in her eyes. She took the attention in stride. She was used to it. "I've seen your movies!"
"Really?" She tilted her head. "Do you have a favorite?"
"The Princess and the Froakie," Serena spoke in an instant. There was no hesitation in her voice. She loved something and she loved it well. Good for her.
"You have good taste." She returned the smile before whispering, "That's my favorite too." The memories she made while filming it was some of the best she had. It certainly helped that Cynthia clearly didn't agree with them. Haha! The face of the blonde was adorable. "You must be here for New Island. It's always nice to see promising young trainers like you. You must've done well yourself."
The girl gave a nervous laugh before shaking her head. "If only. I'm here because of my friend, Ash." She pointed behind her and Diantha's eyes were drawn to the sight of a boy that looked eerily like a man that she had gotten to know for some time now.
Huh.
Diantha glanced at Cynthia. She stared back at her.
"I want an explanation."
Cynthia sighed. "You're not the only one."
The star raised a brow. How interesting. Red never mentioned anything about this. Did he intentionally hide this from her? No, it was apparent that even Cynthia didn't know. He hid it from everyone. He never acknowledged it then. Another mystery from her friend. Just how many secrets did he have?
She sighed as well.
He was lucky that she liked a good mystery.
Tap.
Tap.
Tip.
"Rain?" Serena's confused voice broke her out of her thoughts and she turned to the window.
What was once clear skies and a cool breeze turned dark and ominous as a storm cloud circled New Island. The star of Kalos hummed in thought. The news didn't mention any bad weather today.
XXX
It happened in an instant.
The first thing they noticed was the sound. Vast and thunderous, the sky rumbled as howling winds and torrential downpours rattled the windows of the Pokemon Center like a judging deity. Ash could see people running to the closest shelter. Sailors, trainers, and police officers hunkered down as the weather turned sour.
Ash listened halfheartedly to the pier master and Officer Jenny as he watched through the windows. He winced as the sky roared and lightning danced. It was a primal sight for the boy. It was so sudden, so spontaneous, that he questioned if it was truly natural.
Pikachu nudged his face and he blinked out of his thoughts as he gave a grin to his best friend. "Quite a crazy storm outside, huh?"
The electric mouse cried in confirmation before both turned back to the window.
The sea looked jagged and unstable when it was once flat and peaceful. The bright blue skies were grey and intimidating and crackling light hid within a blanket of storm clouds. It was mesmerizing as it was daunting. How were they supposed to get to New Island now? Was it canceled?
"Maybe."
Ash jumped when someone joined his side. Did he talk out loud? He must've if someone answered his thoughts so clearly. He turned only to shiver at the presence of a champion. Even after getting used to seeing him, his mind never failed to fizzle out for a moment at the sight of Unova's strongest.
Red gave him a small smile. "Sorry if I'm intruding."
"No, you're not intruding at all," Ash grinned. "I was just thinking."
The champion's smile became teasing. "Really? Misty wouldn't believe it."
Oh, come on now. Hearing his idol say that made him pout. "She really needs to cut me some slack. I didn't get as far as I got from being dumb."
"I know and in some ways, she does too." Red chuckled before patting the youthful trainer and his Pikachu. "What were you thinking about?"
"Just how I'm going to get to New Island," Ash sighed. "It's probably canceled, right? This storm's so strong."
"You would be right under normal circumstances," Red acknowledged, "but if this person truly is the strongest trainer in the world, it isn't farfetched to believe that they could make a storm this turbulent."
"Can Pokemon really do that?"
"Definitely," Red's voice was so full of doubtless confidence that Ash could do nothing but accept his words as gospel. "I've seen Pokemon generate blizzards, trigger volcanoes, and create lightning out of skies like these." The champion winked at the awed boy. "There are even Pokemon that can manipulate space and time and some can even travel through dimensions. I wouldn't doubt that the strongest trainer in the world could pull off something like this."
"Then this has to be some sort of test."
Red nodded with approval. "Perhaps. What better way to prove your worth as a trainer?"
It made sense though Ash wondered why someone would do something like this when they were already given an invitation. Was it to show off their strength? To prove that they truly were the greatest in the world? After all, Red had a point. The strongest trainer probably could pull off something like this.
After seeing two champions clash before on TV, he could believe it!
"Guess we'll have to find a way to New Island, ourselves, eh Pikachu?" He smirked at his electric companion. The mouse returned it with a look of determination.
"You're going to try then."
"Yeah," Ash turned to stare at the champion. "They invited me for a reason and I'm not going to run away. We'll get to New Island. You can count on it."
"It's dangerous."
"I know my limits." Red gave him a look and he flushed. Okay, maybe that wasn't exactly true. "I'll be careful." His correction was received with an amused sigh.
"I'll meet you there then."
"And maybe we could have a battle afterward." His words seemed to have caught the champion by surprise. He couldn't blame him. He surprised himself when it left his lips without a second thought. It was instinctive. He wanted to see how he would compare to the man he watched on his little TV at home ever since he was six. Fighting Red would be a dream come true.
Maybe there were trainers better than Red. Maybe it was the person who invited everyone here. It didn't matter. Red held a special place in his heart. He was his childhood and what trainer didn't want to test themselves against the trainer they looked up to?
That sincerity reached his idol and as the champion gazed at Ash's determined look, Red couldn't help but chuckle. "Sure." The boy's eyes widened at his words. "Once this event ends, find me." Red gave him a small grin. "Let's see what you got."
Yes!
When Ash returned to his group with the unrestrained energy of an excited Pichu, he was the first person to notice Red's disappearance an hour later.