《Hued - Pokemon SI》


 Chapter 1

    Life had been going pretty smoothly for Gray the past few months, so it wasn¡¯t a surprise when his world went crumbling down after he received a grave text from his estranged older brother.


    Grandpa Sammy fell. It¡¯s not looking good. He¡¯s been asking for you.


    Gray¡¯s vision began tunnelling as he stared at the words. He could read them perfectly fine, but couldn¡¯t comprehend. He stood there, frozen, mind racing at all the possibilities. What if Grandpa collapsed because of a heart attack? What if Grandpa hit his head when he fell? His poor diet must have affected his health leading to a heart attack. Then him falling down and hitting his head against the sharp corner of his gym desk, causing blood to flow freely do ¨C


    ¡°Ouch! What¡¯d you do that for?!¡±


    ¡°Syl,¡±


    Gray rubbed his cheek as he glared down at his long-time best friend, trying to blast burn him into ash with eyes alone. Unamused, Sylveon gave him a scathing look in return before threateningly holding up another ribbon.


    ¡°I wasn¡¯t spiralling! And besides, I had a good reason this time. Blue just texted me. Grandpa Sammy had an accident. He wants us to go back.¡±


    Sylveon startled at that briefly, looking a little lost before hardening into a determined expression. ¡°Syl, syl-veon,¡±


    Until now, Gray couldn¡¯t help but feel astounded at how Sylveon managed to convey exactly what he meant solely with body language and repeating his species name. It¡¯s been years at this point, but the bond they shared truly transcended any believable realms of reality in his previous life.


    ¡°I know he¡¯s strong. But I can still worry, right? We¡¯ll need to get everyone ready and prepare ourselves. We might need to stay in Kanto for a long time.¡±


    Sylveon nodded his pink head, ribbon-like feelers dancing in the air betraying his own worry. It¡¯s been nine years since they went back home, and they didn¡¯t exactly leave on the best note. His starter, having been with Gray the longest, knew that they wouldn¡¯t be going back if it wasn¡¯t for Grandpa Sammy. Professor Samuel Oak and Gray¡¯s siblings could rot in the distortion world for all they cared. But Grandpa Sammy was different. They wouldn¡¯t be rest assured until they saw he was alright with their own eyes.


    Pokemon and trainer resumed walking, pace quickening just the tiniest bit as they made their way back to their house.


    Lumiose City was beautiful in the twilight. Street lights began to flicker on while the sun set in the backdrop, people and pokemon making their way home. Gray could see flocks of Pidgeys and Fletchling soaring overhead looking to go back to their own trees to roost. An older lady strutted down the pavement with an expertly groomed Furfrou keeping pace. Their noses were so high in the air it made both him and Sylveon snicker. An older couple were seated side by side in a cafe, hands firmly clasped, face drawn close as both gentlemen conversed intimately. They were getting on in years, but they seemed perfectly content in one another¡¯s presence.


    Gray couldn¡¯t help but think that he would miss this. This energy and acceptance. Lumiose City was a city known for its passion; passions in battling, fashion, love and pokemon. It was unlike any other city Gray had journeyed through, which was a major reason why he decided to stay and build roots here.


    He couldn¡¯t imagine finding as much joy in Pallet Town as he did in Lumiose. While he had made his own chosen families with every region he visited, he remained wistful for his younger years before things fell apart and he found himself in Alola by his lonesome. He made his choice leaving his blood family behind, made an active decision to forge ahead without looking back. But now, with one text, the past came crawling back.


    Sylveon, sensing the sombre mood, pressed himself against his trainer''s side. Ribbons wrapped around Gray¡¯s waist eliminated any distance between them while he nuzzled his trainer.


    Gray absentmindedly massaged his starter¡¯s head as they walked. A small smile on his face as he reminded himself of a fundamental fact: he was never alone. He had family right beside him.


    They soon reached home. Gray had barely made a step into the house before he found himself arms full with Mimikyu.


    He could feel ghostly arms encircling his shoulders as the small fairy type buried himself further into his chest. A laugh escaped him then. It never failed to be amusing whenever Mimikyu greeted him back home. A day out for work and Mimikyu behaved like they had been apart for years.


    ¡°Missed you too, buddy,¡±


    He whispered as Mimikyu shimmied up from his chest to rest against his neck. Gray cradled his little pikachu head, humming in a familiar way Mimikyu adored to reassure the small thing.


    ¡°Azu-Azumarill,¡±


    Azumarill rolled his eyes at the usual display, arms crossed on his chest as he sneered up at Mimikyu.


    ¡°Aw, getting jealous Azumarill? There¡¯s enough space for you here too, y¡¯know?¡± Gray teased him, holding another arm open.


    Azumarill gave Gray a considering look before rolling his eyes again. He turned and made his way back to the living room, leaving his trainer behind.


    Gray snorted at the little tsundere¡¯s action. He¡¯d get him back for the disdain later with enough cuddles to last him for a week.


    ¡°Can you gather everyone together? We¡¯ll let everyone know at the same time,¡± he addressed his starter who remained trailing behind him.


    Sylveon nodded before bounding his way into the house.


    ___


    Gray found himself perched against the large living room sofa, one arm wrapped around Mimikyu while his lap was full of Whimsicott. The little grass type eyed the gathering in front of him, delighted that he had managed to call dibs on his trainer¡¯s lap.


    Sylveon walked into the room, Gardevoir floating behind him. She gave her trainer a small smile, inspiring a grin on Gray¡¯s face. He patted the seat to his right and Sylveon jumped on. A few graceful turns later, making biscuits on his uncontested spot for good measure, Sylveon regally sat down his trainer¡¯s side and addressed the room.


    ¡°Syl,¡±


    The tone drew surprise around the room. The pokemon sensed the gravitas of the moment as their trainer encouraged both Mimikyu and Whimsicott off his lap to join the rest.


    Gray looked around the room, meeting the eyes of all his pokemon.


    Clefable, Azumarill and Grimmsnarl, the tough boys of the group all had their arms crossed and brows furrowed. They thrived in tense environments and knew that whatever their trainer had to share was important.


    Ninetales, Hatterene and Gardevoir remained serene. Acknowledging the seriousness of the air but not letting it affect them too deeply.


    Altaria remained perched on his branch, above the rest of his pride. The dragon of the group was a testament to his type; graceful neck perched out in alarm and ready to protect when needed. Primarina lay gracefully on the floor beneath him, seemingly unbothered but her eyes were strained.


    Gray¡¯s smaller pokemon were equally tense. Mimikyu, Mawile and Carbink were huddled together and eyeing the rest of the room warily. Gray met their eyes and gave a small smile in reassurance, causing them to relax and nod their heads. Whimsicott floated silently above. He was a prankster, usually playful, but knew when the situation called for seriousness.


    In contrast, Fluttermane was aloof as he stuck his head from underneath his trainer¡¯s shadow. He rarely left his trainer alone, preferring to play silent guard.


    ¡°Grandpa Sammy is unwell in Kanto. We¡¯re gonna have to go back and stay there indefinitely.¡±


    Gray informed the room succinctly, preferring to address the matter directly without beating around the bulbasaur.


    Altaria, Azumarill and Clefable held in a shocked breath. Having met Grandpa Sammy before, they knew of his importance to Gray and the weight of his words.


    The rest of his pokemon were startled too. While they had never met Grandpa Sammy, they knew of the old man who frequently contacted their trainer. What surprised them more was his latter words. They knew their trainer grew up in Kanto, but in their years together they have never gone back. Not once. Till now.


    ¡°We need to start packing. We leave in three days.¡±


    Gray waited for his pokemon to acknowledge him with a few cries before getting up from his seat. His team scrambled to action. With the meeting over, they scampered around the house to begin packing.


    Gray left behind a cacophony of sounds as he made his way to his home office. He needed to make all the necessary arrangements with his more human relationships before he could assist his pokemon. It wasn¡¯t easy disrupting his life all of a sudden, but what other choice did he have?


    Booting up his laptop, Gray found himself pondering how to best inform everyone of his new situation. Biting his lip, he decided to just go for it. No need to mince his words. If it worked for his pokemon, it should work for everyone else too right?


    As soon as he clicked send on his email, he got up from his desk with a stretch. Turning his phone silent, he trudged his way into the bathroom for a quick shower. He needed a Calm Mind before facing the storm that he inevitably left in his wake.


    Patting himself dry with his towel, Gray eyed his reflection in the mirror. Brown eyes, a staple of the Oak family with spiky, gravity defying hair. Whilst his siblings inherited the burnt orange shade that their grandfather, Samuel Oak had before his aging, Gray¡¯s were a subtle shade of silvery grey. The difference was one of the reasons he was teased growing up, and reincarnated adult or not, it made for a rougher childhood. His solace had been the fact that Grandpa Sammy had the same shade all his life. Whilst grandpa¡¯s own had undoubtedly turned greyer as he aged, it reassured Gray that he wasn¡¯t a stray picked up by the family, that he belonged.


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    As he exited the bathroom, Gray wasn¡¯t surprised to find his phone vibrating, stopping briefly only to resume vibrating again not long after. His friends embodied Kalos with their passion. Gray knew it was time to face the kricketune.


    ¡°You called?¡±


    ¡°What do you mean you¡¯re leaving! Are you sure about this?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ve no choice. This is Grandpa Sammy we¡¯re talking about,¡±


    Silence greeted Gray, and he wasn¡¯t surprised. His friends, no, his Kalosian family, knew of how important Grandpa Sammy was to him.


    ¡°When?


    ¡°Three days later,¡±


    ¡°Alright. I¡¯ll have to prepare things for you,¡± Siebold hummed in delight. Before Gray could protest, the water trainer hung up.


    He cursed a little bit at Siebold¡¯s not so subtle retaliation, only Arceus above knows what Siebold would give Gray for a goodbye present.


    ____


    Three days later, Gray and his team felt a strong sense of discomfort as they looked at their empty house. While Gray still owned the place and had full intention of returning someday, it was disconcerting to note that years of their life living in Kalos could easily fit in a few boxes.


    ¡°Mimi¡­¡± his little ghost whimpered in the middle of the room, head crackling unnaturally as he turned 360 eerily.


    More than used to Mimikyu¡¯s¡­ ghostlier habits, Gray approached the little guy and hefted him up for a hug.


    ¡°We¡¯ll come back. You¡¯ll enjoy Kanto one way or another, you¡¯ll see,¡± Gray murmured. At this point, he wasn¡¯t sure if he was reassuring Mimikyu or himself more.


    After returning his team and walking out of the house, Gray approached the pair he would be spending his final day in Kalos with.


    ¡°Oh Gray,¡± Valerie sighed as she pulled him in for a hug. Gray freed one arm to return the gesture, caressing his friend¡¯s back in comfort.


    ¡°I¡¯ll miss you too Val,¡±


    The Fairy Gym leader pulled her head out of the embrace, arms remaining firmly locked around the taller man.


    ¡°You believe this is the right choice?¡± The words were soft, unassuming. But coming from a Fairy, they held deeper meaning.


    ¡°I believe so.¡± Gray replied silently, maintaining eye contact to communicate his resolve.


    Pupil-less eyes searched his face for wavering conviction. Finding none, Valerie smiled with a teary gaze and gave a small nod.


    ¡°It¡¯s my turn, is it not?¡± A husky and haughty voice sounded out, disrupting their moment.


    Rolling her eyes, Valerie stepped aside to give Siebold room. The Elite Four trainer had no qualms in invading Gray¡¯s personal space, one hand cupping his jaw and another wrapping around a slim waist to pull the Kantonian closer.


    It had taken Gray an admittedly long time to get used to the more physical culture in Kalos, and much to his embarrassment, it had been a good few months before Gray managed to train the small blush away from gracing his features everytime Siebold greeted him like this.


    A watery chuckle was all Gray could give in return at the familiar gesture. He smiled fondly as the water trainer looked his fill on the face he would no longer be seeing regularly.


    ¡°Thank you for everything,¡± Gray whispered so delicately that no one but the tall blonde man in front of him could hear.


    ¡°None of that. This is not forever. It will be a while, but I will see you again soon.¡± Siebold replied fondly as he caressed Gray¡¯s cheeks.


    Gray could only roll his eyes at his friend¡¯s attempts to embarrass him into reddening. It had been a long time since he got used to the touchiness ¨C it would take more than that to get him to react.


    Smirking in return, Siebold finally released Gray in favour of digging through the bag strapped on him. He brought out a paper bag releasing a tantalising aroma that had Gray stiffening.


    ¡°Is that ¡ª ?¡±


    ¡°Baked fresh, just for you of course,¡±


    Gray hurriedly snatched the bag, grabbed a chocolate muffin from within and took a bite. He moaned in delight as he chewed, the pastry melting in his mouth. Oh Arceus, Siebold¡¯s cooking was legendary, and his sinfully delicious chocolate muffins were Gray¡¯s absolute favourite.


    ¡°None for me?¡± Valerie tried to make a swipe for the bag, but Gray was quick to withdraw. The muffins were his and his alone. Unlike him, she¡¯d have plenty of chances to sample Siebold¡¯s cooking in the future. Gray had no qualms.


    ¡°The recipe is inside too. You can make them for yourself back in rigid, old Kanto,¡± Siebold teased.


    Gray almost sacrilegiously dropped his muffin before peaking in the bag. Sure enough, there it was, a piece of paper nestled between goods. The recipe he had been begging off of the water type trainer ever since they met three years ago.


    While Siebold loved to make food for his friends, he was also notoriously tight-lipped at giving away recipes. Cooking was his livelihood beyond being an Elite Four, and he believed that making food for his loved ones was a labour of love. He would much rather make the food you request than have you make them on your own. Gray had spent many times teasing his friend for being a ruthlessly business-minded chef. Siebold would only scoff at him and insist otherwise.


    Gray found himself tearing up as it hit home that he was leaving his friends. His family. He looked up at Siebold, desperately blinking away the tears much to the blonde¡¯s amusement.


    ¡°If this is the reaction you have for my silly muffins, I expect a stronger reaction when I give you these.¡±


    Palm facing skywards, he was holding out three beautiful marbles. One was stunningly pink, with an aquamarine and white streak in its centre. The other was similar, only differing in the pastel yellow and grey within. Right in the middle was the most different marble: a softer sky blue surrounding an emerald and pink streak.


    Gray could only blink at the familiar stones.


    Altarianite, Mawilite and Gardevoirite. Gray used these stones regularly for his job as a Fairy Type Gym Partner. Acknowledging his skills as a battler after his dramatic conference run, he was hired to work with Valerie to uplift the standards of the Laverre Gym. Their regular contact made for the beginning of a strong friendship, and Laverre Gym was now acknowledged as one of the toughest gyms to conquer in Kalos. It was a source of pride for him and Valerie that their efforts bore fruit.


    Turning to said Fairy gym leader, Gray tilted his head in question.


    ¡°They¡¯re yours now. You¡¯re being given your own mega evolution stones for your years of service to the Laverre Gym and the Kalos league,¡± she informed him, smug as only a Fairy could be.


    Gray had to pause, taking a few moments to process her words before they truly sunk in. His own mega stones? These were highly regulated by the Kalos League. Mega evolutions have been the cornerstone strength of the official leaders in the Kalos region. While ace trainers and others who have proven their strength could use them for training within league facilities or official jobs, actual ownership of said stones had been limited to a select group of people: gym leaders, the elite four and the champion. The power boost that came with the evolution was deemed too dangerous by the league and only the most trusted could own them.


    Stunned, Gray could only gape at his closest friends, much to their amusement.


    ¡°How else did you plan on crossing the ocean to Kanto? Have Altaria carry you on a ride basket again?¡± his blonde friend questioned him as he held out his hand closer to Gray, urging him to take the stones that were now his.


    ¡°Er¡­ No?¡± The Kantonian sheepishly replied as he pocketed the stones.


    In his defence, it worked once before! He was able to fly in a ride basket from the Eastern Regions to the West, chasing after whispers and hearsay of a completely different region that the Indigo Pokemon League had no contact with. Granted, he ended up getting attacked by numerous flying types who were unhappy with him crossing through their territory. It was one of the most stressful journeys in Gray¡¯s life and at the time, he was uncertain if he would survive. Nonetheless, he had no regrets. His reckless decision was what led to him restarting his life in Alola.


    His friends were unamused with him, and many nights under the influence of wine have been spent chastising him for his dangerous choices. While they were grateful he had crossed oceans to reach the Western Regions, it was a reckless journey to make.


    Sensing a similar rant about to erupt, Gray hurriedly hugged both his friends and thanked them profusely.


    ¡°Thanks for this, now I¡¯ll be able to cross safely with Mega Altaria. Are you sure though? This has been approved by the Kalos League?¡±


    Valerie huffed at him. ¡°You know they love you. You could be an Elite Four member if you wanted. You¡¯ve spent all these years doing so much work without the title, it¡¯s the least they could do!¡±


    Gray could only chuckle at that and brush it off. While it was still baffling to have Kalos be so receptive to him who was in all technicalities foreign, Gray had given up on correcting people. More important was that he was loved and he loved in return.


    The trio spent the day in their favourite Lumiose haunts and an early dinner in Siebold¡¯s restaurant where Gray savoured his last morsels of Siebold¡¯s cooking. He had spent the last few days packing and settling other matters, reserving the final day for Siebold and Valerie, his closest friends.


    The day began drawing to a close. At the beginning of twilight the group found themselves in the city outskirts, on a cliffside overlooking Lumiose City.


    ¡°You have everything you need right?¡±


    ¡°All here,¡± Gray patted his backpack which was barely bulging. It was amazing how advanced technology was in this world. With space folding tech, he was able to carry all his belongings with him in a simple backpack. While it looked unassuming, the hefty price tag accompanying it was mind boggling. It was only after strong reassurances to himself that he earned enough in his jobs was he able to make this purchase.


    Clasping Altaria¡¯s pokeball in his hand, Gray had to steel himself for a bit before he could release her.


    A strong yet melodious roar later, Altaria landed to make it easier for Gray to climb on. His bright eyes glowed further in delight when Gray approached him with a familiar stone. Gingerly placing the Altarianite on the neck brace Altaria had taken to wearing regularly, Gray turned back to his friends for their final goodbyes.


    Before something cheesy could come out of his mouth, his friends surged forwards to hug him.


    ¡°Stop it. This won¡¯t be the last time we see each other.¡± Siebold gently scolded him again. They knew Gray was susceptible to being a little emotional, but they wanted their last moments with him to be as tear-free as possible.


    ¡°You¡¯ll come visit me?¡±


    ¡°Of course. Gyarados is more than capable of making the journey. Settle down in Kanto first and we¡¯ll come visit you soon.¡±


    Gray felt better with the blonde¡¯s reassurance. This won¡¯t be the last time. He could always come back or have them visit. He was eager to return the hospitality they have blessed him with over the years.


    ¡°Don¡¯t be a stranger. Text us often!¡±


    Gray nodded at Valerie, gave them both one final hug before taking a step back.


    ¡°I love you both,¡± he whispered to them as firmly as he could, doing his utmost to hold back his emotions.


    Letting the love he felt for them fill him up as much as possible, he lifted his right arm to his right earring containing his keystone. A brilliant light soon filled the cliffside, illuminating their farewell in a dazzling array of multicolour.


    Mega Altaria roared behind him, voice all the more sweeter and powerful after mega evolving.


    Gray hoisted himself up on Altaria¡¯s larger back, turning behind for one final glimpse of his friends with a smile.


    With gentle whoosh, Altaria leaped from the cliff, free falling for a few seconds. A powerful flap of his fluffy wings later found them both shooting up into the sky, gradually merging with the white-yellow clouds illuminated from one direction with the setting sun.


    It was only a few minutes later, after he had left the life he had built up for himself behind, did Gray finally allow himself to cry.

 Chapter 2

    The flight to Kanto was a lot more pleasant this time around. With Altaria Mega Evolved, all it took to discourage would-be pursuers was a show of strength.


    The dragon-fairy type seemed to derive a certain amount of glee with every pokemon that attempted to stop their journey. An old, scarred Charizard who had made its territory in a secluded volcanic island had aimed at them as they passed by. Altaria had enjoyed showing the dragon who¡¯s boss with a pixelated hyper beam to its face.


    Gray couldn¡¯t help but muse at how this journey was so different from the first time around. 9 years ago, with a less experienced team, they had to take care in skirting around islands with aggressive pokemon. Altaria had to carry Gray in a precarious ride basket not dissimilar to the flying taxis in Galar whilst the team would have to protect him with each rest. The entire journey had been a gamble as they were uncertain of how far away the Western regions were.


    Now, with Mega Altaria¡¯s liberal usage of Tailwind, it was sufficient.


    Hours later, a substantial landmass began to break on the horizon. Gray began to mentally prepare himself as they drew near. Flocks of Wingull began appearing as they approached Indigo¡¯s shores.


    ¡°Need to stop for a bit?¡± Gray teased his dragon. They had been flying for hours without rest, and it had frankly been astounding how Altaria was able to make the trip in one go. It bode well for their return to the Western regions though, and Gray found himself taking comfort in the idea.


    Altaria turned his head sideways, made sure to maintain eye contact with his trainer before rolling it as much as he could with a scoff.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t doubt you for a second! Never asked you to stop once, right?¡± Gray patted his pokemon¡¯s neck soothingly.


    Gray¡¯s worries were proven to have no merit when Altaria sped up. ¡°Al-Altaria!¡± Wind began to rush through them at a faster pace with a flap of his pokemon¡¯s cloud-like wings.


    Gray could only laugh at Altaria¡¯s silliness and innate dragon pride. It wouldn¡¯t do to question his strength, Altaria said. This wasn¡¯t like before. They may have left Kanto beaten down, but they were returning stronger.


    As they flew by increasingly familiar towns and cities, Gray couldn¡¯t help but notice how little has changed over the years. While towns seemed to have sprawled out to accommodate more areas, key buildings remained untouched.


    In Lumiose City, progress seemed to be the natural direction. Prism Tower was updated with the changing times, as some surrounding skyscrapers began to shoot higher, competing with Kalos¡¯ most prolific building.


    A light show every evening made Prism Tower an even more popular tourist attraction as it showcased the ingenuity and technical advancements championed by its electric leader, Clemont. Upon stepping foot into the city for the first time, Gray almost expected a young, excitable boy to be its leader due to his past life¡¯s memories. He was pleasantly surprised when Clemont appeared to be a fit dude in his mid-20s who had a penchant for all things tech.


    In comparison, towns in the Indigo region¡¯s Johto side looked to be unchanged.


    While a dragon¡¯s eye view could only give a fleeting impression, Gray wouldn¡¯t be surprised if this was the case. Indigo, particularly Johto, prided itself in its steadfast tradition. Years have built a status quo nigh unbreachable, and anything other drew apprehension at the minimum which could rapidly develop to hostility. Kanto may have been less so, but it was still a stark contrast to the freedom and acceptance rife in the west.


    After all, tradition and the norm was what chased Gray away all those years ago.


    A flight over Mt. Silver later, they found themselves flying over more familiar lands. They began to slow as they reached their destination. Gray could now tell that the air was definitely stickier than how it was in the west, and the humidity seemed to cling onto his skin quickly. It was undoubtedly fresher, though, with every breath filling his lungs fully.


    Altaria slowly descended, and Gray could now recognise the quaint town they began to approach.


    There seemed to be little change from nine years ago. People were strolling across the main town plaza at a sedate pace, content to take their time and enjoy the good weather. Children were running around, shouting pokemon names and moves as they ¡®battled¡¯ much to the amusement of the older generation around them.


    Gray could feel the pang of nostalgia as memories he had kept subconsciously locked began flooding in. He remembers running after his siblings and their friends, trying his best to keep up in their games and activities. His joy whenever they deigned to include him in their little adventures, and how he would elect to visit any of the older aunties and uncles should he be left alone. While it wasn¡¯t the same as having an adventure with kids around his age, it was still fascinating to hear the stories of the older generation. Their struggles and triumphs during their own journeys, the decisions they made to get where they are today and any regrets they wish they could take back.


    Growing up, he was close to the older folks who would reward his visits with snacks, drinks and knick-knacks, more than content for the opportunity to impart wisdom on the younger.


    Altaria, the attention hog that he was, roared in satisfaction at the success of their journey, immediately drawing the attention of everyone in the vicinity. People paused to stare at the strange looking Altaria, and Gray hurriedly recalled him after a few quick words of grateful praise before he could command more attention.


    It was too late, however, as attention naturally shifted to Gray once Altaria was no longer around. While some brows furrowed at him for his pokemon¡¯s disruption, more and more began to notice his peculiarities. Gray was too self-assured to be a complete stranger, immediately choosing a direction to walk with nary a glance around to orient himself.


    As Gray made his way to Grandpa Sammy, he eyed newer additions to the town that were not present during his boyhood. A cafe in a corner street was bustling with activity. Gray pleasantly noted the name of the place: ¡®Delia¡¯s Cafe¡¯ ¨C it would seem that Delia had finally reached her dream of opening up her own place. A larger building replaced the relatively small grocery store from before, and Gray could see a wide display of goods and merchandise that were difficult to obtain growing up. Quality of life improvements were likely the result, as Pallet Town residents could now easily purchase goods that may have needed a further trip to another city before.


    ¡°Gray? Gray Oak?¡± An old lady called out, causing Gray to turn around.


    It only took him a few seconds to recognise her. Though she appeared older than his memories, Aunty Mallory was recognisable. Her greying-red hair was now more silver than colour, her laugh lines deeper and more wrinkled. Gray was particularly fond of the lemon cakes she would give him when he visited.


    ¡°Hi Aunt Mallory,¡± He smiled at her, pleased that she still recognised him.


    ¡°Look at you, you¡¯re so handsome now!¡± She approached him more confidently now. Before Gray could move away, Aunt Mallory managed to pinch one cheek for a fond squeeze. She was less aggressive than he remembered in his youth, an action in remembrance of once was.


    ¡°Thanks Aunty. You¡¯re not looking too bad yourself,¡± Gray let out with a laugh as she released him. ¡°Do you know about Grandpa Sammy? I heard about his fall.¡±


    Aunt Mallory sighed forlornly. ¡°Ah, no wonder you¡¯re here. He¡¯s been hospitalised but hasn¡¯t returned yet.¡±


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    ¡°Is he alright?¡± Gray didn¡¯t bother correcting her. He wouldn¡¯t be here if not for Grandpa.


    ¡°We don¡¯t know,¡± she said with a frown. ¡°Your family has kept it to themselves thus far. The gym has been empty all this while.¡±


    Gray thanked her for letting him know before hurrying to Grandpa Sammy¡¯s gym. He wouldn¡¯t be rest assured until he saw for himself that he was no longer there.


    Standing in front of the slightly dilapidated building, Gray gulped down his nerves in an attempt to curb his turbid emotions. Everything looked so different yet somehow exactly the same. The once vibrant mahogany paint was now peeling in some spots with crawler plants adorning certain areas. The stone pillars framing the entrance were clean, yet Gray could see crumbling holes where time had inevitably left its mark.


    Making his way in, Gray was unsurprised to find himself unobstructed yet frowned when the reception area was unmanned. He approached the table to find a piece of paper hastily pasted on the countertop explaining that the gym was closed till further notice. Why was no one covering Grandpa Sammy? Where were all the gym trainers?


    As he sauntered towards the more private areas of the gym, Gray couldn¡¯t help but note the layers of dust against the walls. The air was so stale and humid that mould grew in corners of the ceiling. Fishing out a key, he unlocked the employee entrance giddily. Grandpa had obviously made a point in not changing out the locks so Gray would still have access to the gym. It¡¯s been years, yet he had faith that his pseudo-grandson would return.


    The locker area for gym trainers was barren, and dust mites were dancing in the air after the disturbance of an opening door. It was eerie to have a once lively place be similar to a ghost pokemon habitat. Not being able to stand the solitude further, Gray released Sylveon.


    His partner seemed ecstatic to be in a familiar surrounding, though his good mood plummeted when he realised they were both alone.


    ¡°Syl?¡±


    ¡°I know, buddy. Let¡¯s go see if the living quarters are any better.¡±


    Trainer and starter were pleased to find that Grandpa Sammy¡¯s private living area had signs of life. The couch was unchanged from his youth, and Gray could remember fond memories of him and grandpa watching league battles together. Peering closer, the dining table retained the scratches six year old Gray had made after a particularly daunting art project grandpa had assisted him with for school.


    It was obviously lived in and cleaner than the gym parts yet a layer of grime came off when Sylveon jumped onto the couch. The pokemon ended up sneezing repeatedly much to Gray¡¯s amusement.


    As the laughter petered down, Gray asked his starter to reaffirm his thoughts. ¡°You think we should head down to the lab? We¡¯ll have to ask them sooner or later,¡±


    Sylveon took a moment to process the question before nodding his head. ¡°Syl,¡±


    Taking a few more breaths to bolster his confidence, they began to make their way to Professor Oak¡¯s lab.


    While his visit to the Pallet Town gym was a somewhat pleasant trapeze down memory lane, he couldn¡¯t say the same for the lab.


    He couldn¡¯t help but remember how bleak his final few days in Pallet was like, and the tense environment he had run away from..


    Steeling himself, Gray walked up the well-worn path to the lab. It was a stark contrast to the shabbiness of Grandpa Sammy¡¯s gym ¡ª unsurprising, for Pallet Town was well known for being the residence of the famous Samuel Oak before anything else.


    Before Gray could enter, a broad chest bumped into him, causing him to stumble. Fortunately, he was righted up immediately by Sylveon¡¯s ribbons.


    Frowning at the collision, Gray glared up at the taller man, only for everything to pause as their eyes met.


    The man was a full head taller and a great deal bulkier, crafting a demeanour more masculine than Gray could ever hope to pull off. Yet, they both shared the same deep brown eyes that appeared more onyx until pulled into direct sunlight. Their noses were both similarly sharp and aristocratic, a generational inheritance from their grandfather.


    ¡°Gray. You¡¯re back,¡± the man seemed amused at his younger brother stumbling.


    ¡°Blue. Where¡¯s Grandpa Sammy? He¡¯s not at the gym.¡± Gray decided to remain as objective as possible. Blue always got a kick out of messing with him, best not to give him further ammunition.


    ¡°Don¡¯t be like that little bro, surely you¡¯ve missed me after all these years right?¡±


    With the cocky gleam in his older brother¡¯s eyes, Gray¡¯s steadfast determination to remain unbothered went down the drain. Taking a step back so he wouldn¡¯t have to keep looking up at the older trainer did little in curbing the arrogance in Blue¡¯s eyes.


    ¡°Just tell me where he is! I didn¡¯t fly all night back to Kanto to joke around with you!¡±


    Blue was now full on grinning at the outburst. His little brother has always been the easiest to rile up, emotional to the point of tears in his younger years if you push his buttons just right.


    ¡°He¡¯s better. Not great, but better. You went to the gym first? That place is a dump now,¡± he reassured, leaning against the door frame with his thick arms folded.


    Better. Not great, but better. Gray felt more relieved now that his worst fears had not come to fruition. Gray made an active decision to focus on his earlier words, the latter comments no doubt made to get another reaction out of him.


    ¡°Who¡¯s that pokemon behind you? Thought you¡¯d still have little Eevee trotting behind you like when we were kids.¡±


    At the question, Sylveon stepped around his trainer, nose up and giving Gray a slight nod. He¡¯s always been the calmer in their partnership, tempering Gray¡¯s more emotional moments with his steady personality. ¡°Sylveon,¡±


    ¡°Syl¡­veon? Wait, is that little Eevee? What evolution is he?¡± Gray dropped the arrogant act, taken completely aback by an eevee-lution he had never encountered in all his years as a trainer.


    Gray relished in his brother¡¯s surprise. During his first circuit in Kanto, Gray was questioned for leaving Eevee unevolved. One of Gray¡¯s first major purchases as a trainer was an everstone for Eevee, a decision that baffled his family and peers. Eevee performed decently as a first stage pokemon during their short stint in the Indigo conference. While it was admirable that they even reached the annual conference without evolving, questions were raised on whether Gray was purposefully stifling his pokemon¡¯s growth with the choice. It took the combined effort of Gray and Eevee to dispel the abuse claims.


    ¡°He¡¯s a Sylveon, duh.¡± ¡°Sylveon.¡±


    ¡°Gray is that you, my boy? And this is your evolved Eevee? How remarkable!¡± An elderly man piped up from behind his brother. He barely spared his youngest grandson a glance before focusing his attention completely on Sylveon.


    It was a classic Professor Oak move; choosing to focus on his work and pokemon passions before family. It wasn¡¯t at all surprising that the professor¡¯s son, Gray¡¯s father, grew to be an absent parent. Granted, parenting was a bit more hands off in Kanto and the wider pokemon world. Still, it would have been nice to have a family growing up.


    Sylveon, the prideful little fairy that he was, soaked in all the attention. He took a tiny step forward, posing a little bit with his ribbons dancing enticingly in the air. ¡°Sylveon.¡±


    ¡°Remarkable! Remarkable! He must be the first of his kind, well done Gray! All your effort was worth it!¡±


    Torn between annoyance at his grandfather scarcely greeting him and pleasure at the praise, Gray chose to give a nod and switch subjects.


    ¡°Thank you. May I know where Grandpa Sammy is now?¡± he questioned. Surely, Professor Oak would show at least some concern for his brother, right?


    ¡°Sammy? Why he¡¯s ¡ª¡±


    Before the professor could finish his words, Blue injected himself back into the conversation.


    ¡°Don¡¯t tell him yet! Let¡¯s battle first before he runs away. Sure, Sylveon is rare and pretty. But is he strong?¡±


    Gray showed no surprise at his brother¡¯s segway. He had expected it. Blue, at the end of the day, beat the Kanto champion in his first year as a trainer. Yes, people made fun of him for being the most short lived champion in Kantonian history but his achievements left no room for doubting his strength. It was a point of contention between both brothers, Gray¡¯s underwhelming performance in his first Kanto circuit was a stark contrast to the elder¡¯s successes. It only invited further criticism that Champion Samuel Oak¡¯s progeny were somehow lacking, nevermind that reaching the Indigo conference at their first circuit was impressive in itself.


    ¡°One on one? We¡¯ll make this quick,¡± Gray''s fast agreement seemed to please both older men.


    ¡°Gonna give up so soon?¡±


    Gray paid no heed to the teasing. Strength will speak for itself.


    ¡°As long as you don¡¯t throw a tantrum after losing, we¡¯re okay,¡± Gray waved him off as they maintained eye contact.

 Chapter 3

    Gray¡¯s lips twitched as he observed his older brother across the battlefield.


    What he had expected to be a quick one on one had turned into an entire production.


    His grandfather, excited at the prospect of an unknown pokemon battling, had cameras stationed around the battlefield. His many assistants were present, roped in to ensure appropriate data would be obtained from all directions.


    Gray¡¯s return seemed to have spread from beyond the lab, he could see many Pallet town residents making their way to the lab¡¯s battlefield to watch. He gave a jaunty wave at Aunt Mallory who looked suspiciously pleased at the turnout.


    He observed the familiar faces of the people around him. Adults who had watched him grow up now appear more aged, and kids he knew had bellsprout-ed up. He was chargrained to note that some of them appeared taller than he was now, even from afar.


    With seemingly half of the town gathered, Professor Oak gave his two grandsons a thumbs up. The Alakazam by his side raised both spoons and psychic shields enveloped the field, isolating the contenders whilst protecting the audience. The battle could finally begin.


    Meeting Blue¡¯s eyes from afar, Gray contemplated the merits of quick battle.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, we won¡¯t beat you too quickly. Would be a shame if you don¡¯t get a chance to show off since you¡¯re so fond of it,¡± Gray¡¯s voice echoed around the field thanks to the lapel mic taped to his chest.


    Blue was taken aback by his brother¡¯s taunt, not expecting it from the younger since Gray was not confrontational in the past. He smirked back, finding this new side to his precious younger brother much more pleasing than the previous meekness.


    ¡°Fine by me. As long as you don¡¯t end up crying like you used to,¡± he retorted. Laughter spread around the field, the crowd¡¯s anticipation of a good battle growing with the banter.


    The reminder of how he had left Pallet Town stilled something inside Gray. Taking the sprout of negativity inside him and moulding it into determination, he willed himself to even his breathing. This was not new territory to the experienced trainer ¨C taunting was a common tactic in high level battling where supercharged emotions could lead to poorer mid-battle decision making.


    Not for the first time, Gray suspected that one of the reasons his older brother became a successful rookie trainer was because he was a little shit. How else was one supposed to react to an infuriatingly talented first-year with a silver tongue?


    Choosing not to reply, he held out Sylveon¡¯s ball while Blue did the same.


    After the referee¡¯s countdown, both siblings threw out their pokeballs.


    ¡°Sylveon,¡±


    ¡°Umbreon!¡±


    Gray stifled a laugh at his brother¡¯s choice as both fox-like pokemon stared each other down. Umbreon was crouching, ready to move at a moment¡¯s notice. A stark contrast to the dark type, Sylveon stood serenely, ribbons dancing in the wind.


    Murmurs filled the stadium as they observed the unfamiliar pokemon. While Sylveon was rare in the western regions, they were practically nonexistent here where Fairy type pokemon were under used. Powerful and flashy moves were commonplace in the east, as trainers showed off their training focused on harnessing more power. Intense matches, after all, made for good TV, so it was no wonder that local fairy types like Jigglypuff and Azumarill were not frequently seen.


    Sylveon soaked up the attention, as the crowd began discussing him.


    ¡°I figured that we should let these two reunite as well. We can¡¯t be the only ones, right?¡±


    At Blue¡¯s words, Sylveon dismissed his older littermate with a sneer. The provocation only served to annoy Umbreon further, his dark fur beginning to bristle.


    ¡°You sure about this? I¡¯ll let you switch now for free,¡± Gray generously offered in reply despite knowing there was no way Blue and Umbreon would do so after his barbs.


    ¡°Umbreon, start things off with Dark Pulse!¡±


    Dark energy gathered in Umbreon¡¯s mouth before it quickly shot outwards.


    ¡°Deflect it and start getting ready Sylveon,¡±


    Adopting a battle stance, pink feelers infused with fairy energy extended out in defence, easily swatting the move and causing it to dissipate. Sylveon calmed his thoughts briefly before he  stomped, causing pink mists to soon envelop the field.


    Blue frowned at the Misty Terrain, unsure what was going on but ultimately uncaring.


    ¡°Toxic,¡±


    Darting outwards, Umbreon released a splurge of poisonous waste only to be surprised when Sylveon made no move to dodge. Poisonous fluid enveloped the pink fox, and a grimace was all he gave in response as remained tall. Barely a breath after Umbreon ended his move, the toxic waste visibly dissipated into nothingness with a soft hiss, leaving the pink pokemon completely unaffected.


    Ripples of shock echoed around the field. Professor Oak was ecstatic, words rushing out of him as fellow scientists and assistants around him were furiously taking notes.


    Smiling politely at their older brothers, Gray and Sylveon waited.


    ¡°Quick Crunches, Umbreon. Weaken them,¡± Blue snarled.


    Umbreon rushed forward, the Quick Attack leaving a white streak behind as his fangs gathered dark energy.


    ¡°Avoid and entrap,¡±


    As the dark type neared, Sylveon burst into action. They both danced around the field, Sylveon avoiding the snarling Umbreon with graceful movements, relying occasionally on strategically placed ribbons to disrupt Umbreon.


    Their back-and-forth tempo began to get faster and faster, quickening to the point where they almost became a blur to the untrained eye, evenly matched in speed.


    Blue commanded with bared teeth, ¡°Get him!¡±.


    When Sylveon extended a ribbon out to disrupt Umbreon¡¯s movements again, the dark type chose to bite into the ribbon rather than avoid it.


    A pained howl was their reward, but before they could celebrate, other tendrils began to quickly wrap around him. Sylveon hoisted Umbreon up into the air, leaving the dark fox¡¯s softer underbelly exposed as he struggled to break free. Fairy Wind began to pick up around Sylveon, and he let loose a directed hurricane into the air.


    ¡°Bre-on!¡± The older pokemon screeched at the super effective damage.


    It was shocking to Blue, because Umbreon had always been able to shrug off damage with ease. His eyes flickered back to the unknown pokemon. As the Fairy Wind died down, Umbreon was slammed into the ground for good measure


    Retracting his ribbons, the fairy kept his eyes focused on the downed pokemon as Umbreon tried to get himself upright.


    ¡°Fairy type?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s right!¡± Gray replied pleasantly. Murmurs spread around the crowd, and the gaggle of academics led by Professor Oak became more enthusiastic.


    Blue acknowledged that with a nod before turning to his Umbreon who was trying to get back on his feet. ¡°You okay, bud?¡± Umbreon nodded to his trainer. ¡°Artillery - shoot him down,¡±


    Dark Pulses of energy fired out in quick succession, with Swift stars honed into his opponent interweaved between pulses.


    The quick retaliation took the younger duo by surprise, hitting Sylveon solidly for a few moments before another fairy infused ribbon swatting the attacks away gave him enough time to dodge.


    ¡°Get close, Sylveon,¡±


    Sylveon ran forward to close to the gap, dodging out of attacks with deft side leaps. When two simultaneous attacks gave him no room to dodge sideways, he hopped upwards.


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    Taking advantage of his younger brother¡¯s vulnerability in the air, Umbreon fired off a quick Hyper Beam. Sylveon, too slow to react, had no choice but to take the hit.


    He rebounded harshly towards the ground, but before a painful landing, he expertly manoeuvred his ribbons against the ground to right himself, landing deftly on four feet.


    The crowd roared at that, exhilaration spreading.


    Umbreon, in a bid to preserve the distance between them, began to run around the field, periodically aiming at the pink quadrupedal fox with more intense attacks.


    It was a testament to how well trained he was, able to maintain the power in his attacks despite simultaneous rapid firing.


    ¡°Wait for it!¡± Blue encouraged his starter.


    Timing it right, Umbreon aimed a Hyper Beam at Sylveon after a particularly wide Dark Pulse forced him to take another higher leap.


    The move struck the leaping fox again, the explosive collision causing him to ricochet into the protective psychic walls right by his trainer.


    Gray remained unmoved from his relaxed posture, barely sparing his fallen pokemon a fleeting glance. Sylveon gingerly got up on his paws, shaking his head free of dust. He looked annoyed at having to do so before shooting his dark brother with a murderous glare.


    ¡°That¡¯s twice now,¡± Gray teased his starter. Sylveon directed his dirty gaze back at his trainer before he strode forward a few steps, readopting a deeper battle stance than what he had started with.


    He shot towards Umbreon, leaving behind a pink streak from the Quick Attack.


    The dance resumed with greater intensity, this time with both pokemon using the same move to get around faster.


    Their back and forths had each of them trading occasional glancing hits, though it was obvious that the pixelated Quick Attacks were causing more damage to the dark type.


    As soon as he could get enough distance, Umbreon shot another wide Dark Pulse that had his younger brother leaping higher into the air again. Not needing to change an already working strategy, a red ball of concentrated energy formed quickly from his snout and the Hyper Beam shot out.


    Before the move could strike true, this time, Sylveon¡¯s feelers, suffused with pink energy, extended outwards and danced quickly in the air. Dexterously manipulating them into forming a protective sphere around himself, he effectively shielded himself from a direct hit.


    ¡®Kaiten,¡¯ Gray thought, amused.


    The quick defense allowed Sylveon a narrow window where he could huff in a huge breath.


    Gray called out with flair. ¡°Clear the field with Hyper Voice. Show him what your Hyper Beam looks like,¡±


    ¡°Syl-Sylveon!¡±


    A pink-tinted Hyper Voice erupted all around Sylveon, forcing the Dark Pulse Umbreon had managed to hastily fire backwards with an explosion. The intensity of the collision left smoke lingering in the field. Before it could clear, a concentrated Hyper Beam fired out, the pink laser amidst the smoke giving Umbreon no time to dodge, blasting him towards his trainer reminiscent of his own earlier move.


    Before he could stand back up, however, Sylveon took a bounding leap up into the air, previous midair vulnerabilities forgotten.


    ¡°Moonblast!¡±


    An illusionary backdrop of a full moon appeared behind Sylveon mid leap as he formed a pink ball of intense energy from his mouth. Growing bigger and bigger, Sylveon threw out the attack when he reached his zenith, using the higher vantage point to slam the ball down.


    ¡°Syl-veon!¡± He smashed the move into Umbreon before he could scramble to stand.


    The force of his own attack propelled Sylveon backwards. He somersaulted in the air in his trainer¡¯s direction, and landed on the ground with a flourish.


    Once the smoke had cleared, Umbreon could be seen unconscious in the middle of a considerable crater.


    The crowd roared in approval at the intense match, shouts of cheers and compliments directed at the panting fairy. Despite how tired the match had made him, Sylveon took a few deep breaths, maintaining his graceful disposition to the crowd¡¯s glee.


    Blue gaped at his fainted pokemon, only startling back to reality when the crowd began chanting the victorious pokemon¡¯s name.


    Welcoming the energy of the audience, Sylveon pranced back to his trainer¡¯s side and wrapped a ribbon tightly around one arm. He left his other ribbons up in the air, waving cheerily at the crowd. Bemused, Gray used his free arm to do the same and the audience roared louder.


    Despite their initial misgivings, they couldn¡¯t deny that in the middle of a cheering crowd; it felt good to be home.


    _________


    Gray spent a considerable amount of time reconnecting with the more familiar members of the crowd gathered around to greet him. He bashfully smiled where appropriate, returning barb for barb at the more receptive elderly who had welcomed his cheeky tongue even in his youth.


    He playfully glared at the more daring aunties and uncles who squeezed his cheeks in fond remembrance of the boy who would spend afternoons beneath their eaves. Aunt Mallory took the time to gloat at her popularity and ability to gather a welcoming crowd so quickly after Gray¡¯s return.


    In a similar vein, Sylveon remained dutifully by Gray¡¯s side, similarly accepting affectionate pats and rubs of the younger crowd enamoured with his battle prowess.


    Pokemon and trainer continued to take the affection with grace. Gray could see his vibrating grandfather peripherally but elected instead to take his time with the people who actually gave a crap about him growing up. Professor Oak was more than able to financially provide for his family, but spending quality time with them was a love language he could never speak.


    Only when the crowd had thinned considerably did the esteemed professor approach his wayward grandson. His mouth opened excitedly, but before his tirade could begin, he found himself somewhat lost at the obvious change in his youngest¡¯s composure.


    Gray visibly tensed as his grandfather neared, the rapid change from his previous relaxation causing the atmosphere to sour. It was a distinct reminder that the estranged Oak grandson was, afterall, estranged for a reason.


    The older generation within the crowd, having a better idea of what had transpired, began to bid their hasty goodbyes. They hurriedly dragged away their younger family members who were confused at the sudden change.


    In a place like Pallet Town where everyone knew everyone, Gray¡¯s running away had become common knowledge. The elders of Pallet Town were a close-knit circle of war veterans enjoying the simple joys of peaceful life. They respected Samuel Oak as a champion turned professor who effectively spent his prime ending the Kanto-Johto war to form the Indigo of today.


    They had worked together to ensure the younger generation knew little of the atrocities of war, presenting a united front that had them keeping certain tidbits of information closer to their weary chests. Not wanting to burst the bubble of admiration for Professor Oak, they kept mum on the failings of Samuel Oak as a grandfather.


    The gathering dispersed, leaving behind Gray, Blue and their grandfather. The dead silence that greeted them was not dissimilar to a group of beginner trainers traversing a Mt. Moon tunnel beneath a flock of sleeping Zubat.


    One wrong move could cause devastation, but someone had to take the first step. Afterall, the only way out was through.


    ¡°Gray, I understand that you may have left on a wrong note, but don¡¯t you think such hostilities are unnece ¨C¡±


    ¡°You want to study Sylveon right? I¡¯m amenable to that as long as he remains comfortable, no worries,¡± Gray hurriedly interrupted his grandfather with a pat on said partner¡¯s head. He twirled one ribbon round his arm, letting the calm that came with the action engulf him.


    ¡°Of course I do! But we must still ¨C¡±


    ¡°I have other pokemon you can study too, it isn¡¯t an issue. I¡¯m still allowed to use the ranch, yes? Do I have a limit like your sponsored trainers?¡±


    Professor Oak¡¯s eyes gleamed in interest, but before the excitement could bleed through, he seemed to regather himself, ¡°Remarkable! But no you do not, this is still your home. I insist that we ¨C¡±


    Taking the miniscule show of elation as proof of his grandfather¡¯s unchanged, workaholic nature, Gray allowed his smile to turn even more bitter. Restraining himself, he wound another loop with Sylveon¡¯s feelers. He would not be fighting his grandfather today.


    ¡°I don¡¯t mind sharing my knowledge, though I understand how important it is for you to develop your own conclusions. After all, no one is as good and as important as the Pokemon Professor, right? I¡¯ll speak with your assistants. No need for you to waste your time with me, you must be very busy!¡±


    Samuel Oak stood there silently amidst the storm of his grandson¡¯s words. It would not do to blow up, as responding in anger could potentially awake the flock of Zubats overhead. He thus swallowed down his own anger, summoning the patience he had had to muster as an Indigo Champion.


    Blue interjected before disaster truly struck. ¡°There¡¯s no need to pick a fight, Gray.¡±


    Gray appreciated Blue¡¯s intervention as he focused on his brother fully, deeming his conversation with his grandfather over. Nevertheless, Blue was neither blameless nor an innocent party in Gray¡¯s grievances. His quip came quickly, like a lone Zubat swooping down for a taste of fresh blood.


    ¡°I¡¯m not! Did you know that a Sylveon¡¯s ribbons are able to quench enmity and hostility? With him here, we¡¯d never feel the need to fight. Of course,they¡¯d have to be around you instead. I never tried to pick a fight with you growing up.¡±


    Gray calmly pointed out, much to the chagrin of his older brother. It was not pretty how often he had confronted his younger brother after his ¡®failure¡¯ of a first circuit, words particularly sharp and demeaning.


    Blue had never been known for his patience. He reddened and his mouth twisted into an ugly snarl. The Zubats above bristled.


    But before he could respond, shrieks of excitement stopped him.


    ¡°That was awesome! Your Sylveon is super cool!¡±


    ¡°Yeah! Can we pet him?


    The two voices had the group turning towards two running children towards them with a seemingly familiar old man too far away to make out trailing behind. They appeared to be around 8 to 9 years old, near the traditional age for beginner journeys yet not quite there. One had Gray¡¯s jaw and sparkling brown eyes. This little boy had similar gravity defying hair, though his were a darker burnt orange the exact shade of his older brother.


    Gray turned his attention to the other boy and fought the apprehension threatening to leak into his face. He was shorter than the other child, with midnight spiky hair jutting out in all three directions. His tanned cheeks were rounded in youth and marred with squiggly-line birthmarks on each side. Gray¡¯s eyes traced his sharp jaw before flicking them up to meet glistening obsidian eyes shining in childish excitement,


    There was no mistaking it. This was Ash Ketchum, protagonist of the Pokemon franchise in all his pre-cannon, childhood glory.


    Before Gray could assess the implications of this little boy¡¯s presence, he was distracted by the old man hobbling behind.


    Suddenly, the world tilted in its axis and nothing else mattered to Gray. Relief surged through him and he could feel his chest loosen from the constricting worry that had been plaguing him the past few days, for there, cane in hand standing hunched but alive was Grandpa Sammy.

 Chapter 4

    ¡°Grandpa!¡± Gray exclaimed before rushing towards the elderly man.


    ¡°Look at you! Look at you! So tall and handsome!¡± Grandpa Sammy replied affectionately. Letting go of his cane, he stumbled forward, placing both hands on his pseudo grandson¡¯s shoulders. Gray supported the weight unnervingly easily, noting the lighter weight.


    Gray took his time looking his fill. Grandpa Sammy had gotten thinner in age, his previously silver-grey hair now firmly situated into grey territory. His eyes remained bright, however, and were suspiciously wet. Gray idly wondered if their reunion would cause tears to fall, it would be the first he¡¯d witnessed from the hard-willed veteran.


    ¡°Of course, got it from you right?¡± Gray replied cheekily, only to yelp when Grandpa Sammy pinched him tightly in reply.


    ¡°We¡¯re the same height now,¡± Grandpa mused.


    Behind them, Ash and Gary exchanged shocked looks.


    ¡°He¡¯s related to you?¡±


    ¡°Maybe? Never met him though,¡±


    Their whispered conversation was neither silent nor inconspicuous enough to escape notice of the adults around them. Gray chose to pay them little mind for now. He was here for Grandpa Sammy.


    ¡°I went to the gym first, and it looked abandoned. Is there no one covering for you?¡±


    Grandpa Sammy frowned, his face darkening.


    ¡°We¡¯ve no one to take over at present. Besides, with the way things are going, perhaps a gym in Pallet Town isn¡¯t the right move,¡± he muttered, as if this was a reality he had only begun to accept.


    Gray¡¯s brows furrowed at that. The Pallet Town gym was a minor gym, but Grandpa Sammy had poured his time, money and energy into it post-war. It was difficult for Gray to accept that such a significant part of his childhood would be gone.


    Major and Minor gyms made for a more diverse way for trainers to earn qualifying badges for the Indigo League Conference. The eight major gyms had league backing and were rife with history extending beyond even the Kanto-Johto war. They had become a quintessential part of Indigo history and received support from regular citizens.


    Minor gyms, on the other hand, received less attention. Private citizens who received qualification from the League could set one up at their own expense. For a period of time, it had become a fashion for wealthy, semi-decent trainers to start one, the clout that came with the title of ¡®Gym Leader¡¯ proving too hard to resist.


    Unfortunately, it had become glaringly obvious that trainers who received qualifying badges mainly from minor gyms performed poorly in the annual Indigo League Conference. While you could still participate, it was now much more common for trainers to supplement their major badges with a few minor ones. The ridicule of qualifying for the league with mostly minor badges was not worth it.


    Grandpa Sammy, not paying heed to the stigma that came with minor gyms, ran the Pallet Town gym seriously. To his credit, being a war veteran gym leader and the brother of Professor Samuel Oak commanded him better respect than his peers., though it was nowhere near the respect given to major gym leaders. Nevermind that his team was more than capable of running circles around some major gym leaders.


    Gray used to feel indignant on his behalf. Why was Grandpa Sammy forced to be in the shadows of his more successful brother? It was not fair. Gray adamantly believed that he deserved the same amount of respect, minor gym be damned.


    Unfortunately, it mattered not. In Kanto, tradition reigned supreme and Kantonians took comfort in the status quo.


    Deciding to change the subject, Gray went on. ¡°What¡¯re you sick with? Won¡¯t you get better soon enough to start running it again?¡±


    Grandpa smiled bitterly at that. His reply was slow and measured.


    ¡°I¡¯m getting too old to run it, son. These old bones creak and ache too much for high tier battling. And isn¡¯t it time for me to retire?¡±


    ¡°You? Old? I never even noticed!¡±


    Gray retorted quickly in faux confidence, earning himself another set of pinches from the old man.


    ¡°You fell though? You sure it¡¯s nothing serious?¡± Gray asked after a lull between his Grandpa¡¯s assault.


    ¡°Just old people things. No need to worry too much about it,¡± he dismissed his grandson¡¯s worries quickly.


    ¡°Someone said it wasn¡¯t looking good,¡±


    The airy comment was accompanied with a flicker of his eyes towards his older brother. Before he could express his indignance at the mere shrug he got in reply, Grandpa Sammy added.


    ¡°I asked for you back, Gray. It¡¯s been too long. I want to spend some time with you while I still can,¡±


    ¡°Of course, Grandpa. Anything for you. I¡¯ve spent most of life being your glorified help, I won¡¯t stop now!¡±


    Gray had to yowl again when Grandpa Sammy slapped his head. A considerable part of his childhood was spent assisting Grandpa Sammy around the gym. It made for an interesting way to pass time and Gray rarely minded.


    ¡°Who are you?¡±


    ¡°Yeah mister, who are you?¡±


    Gary and Ash piped out, having decided that they¡¯ve been ignored long enough.


    ¡°Huh? And who are you two?¡± Gray untangled himself from Grandpa Sammy. He deftly plucked the abandoned cane from the ground and handed it back to the old man, barely sparing a glance at the two children.


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    ¡°I¡¯m Gary Oak, future Indigo Champion! This loser¡¯s Ash Ketchum,¡±


    ¡°Hey!¡± Ash hit him lightly in the shoulder. Gary glared back briefly before turning his attention back to the taller man.


    Gray frowned at the interaction before he dismissed it as childish banter.


    ¡°Gary Oak and Ash Ketchum, huh? Your mom¡¯s Delia?¡±


    Gray nodded at Ash, who brightened at the mention of his mother.


    Delia Ketchum, in Gray¡¯s youth, was an older girl who had a thing for cooking growing up. She was a frequent playmate of Gray¡¯s older siblings, so while he had interacted with her, they weren¡¯t particularly close. He had mused if Delia would be Ash¡¯s mother in future due to their shared last name. 9 years later, lo and behold.


    Not used to being ignored for his ¡®dumber best friend¡¯, Gray raised his voice.


    ¡°I asked you a question, old man! Who are you and how do you know Grandpa Sammy!¡±


    Shifting his attention back to his nephew, he merely smiled calmly, letting the younger seethe in fury. His uncanny resemblance to Blue made his paternity obvious.


    Before Gary could explode further, Blue approached his son with a hand to his shoulder.


    ¡°Gary, this is your uncle, Gray Oak. Be nice and say hi,¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re my cry baby uncle? But you¡¯re so cool! You beat my dad!¡± he exclaimed in excitement, brown familiar eyes sparkling again.


    Musing that rudeness and mood swings were probably genetic traits too, Gray crouched down and decided to stop teasing the younger boys.


    ¡°Yep that¡¯s me, your cry baby uncle. Nice to meet you! Where my hug at?¡±


    The reference from his past life passed everyone¡¯s head. Gary stood shocked as he gaped at his uncle crouching with arms wide open. He fidgeted in place, sneaking discreet glances at his father. Blue pushed him towards his younger brother, and after one more look at his dad, he dashed forward.


    Gray had to take a small foot backwards to steady himself and huffed a breath at his nephew¡¯s tackling. He was surprised at the grumpy boy¡¯s willingness to show affection to a near stranger. But the uncertain way he placed his hands around his uncle was telling of the attention starved boy.


    Slight movement caught Gray¡¯s attention and he noticed the other boy uncomfortably shuffling his feet. He seemed to be taking discrete steps away from the group, though his jealous, black eyes remained firmly stuck on Gray and Gary.


    Deciding to follow his instincts, Gray rearranged Gary to one side, freeing up one arm in the process. He held it out and called out.


    ¡°How about you? Come here! Looking at you, I¡¯m pretty sure I know who your dad is, so I¡¯m kinda your uncle too!¡±


    Intrigued, Ash took hesitant steps towards Gray.


    ¡°You know my dad?¡± he whispered in shock.


    Gary dislodged himself enough to look at the interaction. He seemed similarly stunned, as if his uncle¡¯s words held a great unsolved mystery.


    Confused, Gray turned his attention towards the other adults around them. Professor Oak and Grandpa Sammy had sheepish expressions, whilst Blue looked on with resolve. Noting that neither boy was looking at him, he met Gray¡¯s eyes and nodded once.


    ¡°Sure do!¡±


    ¡°Can you tell me about him? What¡¯s he like?¡±


    Gray swallowed his discomfort. ¡°Later. He ain¡¯t here now, but I am,¡±


    Gray waved his inviting arm, beckoning the black haired boy closer. Once he was within reach, Gray grabbed him close, stood up and spun around quickly. The boys let out squeals of indignance at the action. He made a few more quick turns for good measure.


    ¡°Look at you guys. You¡¯re both so big. Shame I didn¡¯t get to meet my nephews earlier, but no matter,¡±


    Gray placed both boys down, and gave them equal hair ruffles. They scowled at that, but their futile attempt at hiding their pleased smiles spoke truth.


    ¡°Man, I¡¯m beat. I just flew in, you know. You guys wanna meet my pokemon? We could all settle in right about now,¡±


    At the mention of more pokemon, both boys¡¯ scowls transformed into unasbashed excitement.


    ¡°Sylveon!¡±


    Taking his trainer''s words as cue, Sylveon called attention to himself. He first approached Grandpa Sammy who seemed ecstatic at the reunion.


    ¡°This is your Eevee, right? His evolution looks amazing!¡±


    Grandpa Sammy¡¯s shoulders relaxed when Sylveon wrapped his ribbons around the older man, an air of serenity seemingly infecting him. They exchanged a few words and quips, having their own semi-private reunion. As Gray¡¯s starter, Sylveon had been familiar with the old man, so their relationship had been quite close.


    A few moments later, Sylveon walked towards the two young boys enamored with his presence. His ribbons danced in the air, grabbed both boys and brought them closer. He nudged their hands to begin petting him, letting out pleased noises to encourage them. Ash and Gary were completely won over, and they focused entirely on petting the unfamiliar eeveelution, previous conversation forgotten.


    Sylveon began leading them towards the direction of the laboratory¡¯s ranch entrance, yips and ribbons expressing a zero tolerance for a break between pets.


    Once they were out of ear shot, Gray turned his attention back to the three adults. He looked them all in the eye and asked gravely.


    ¡°Has Ash never met his father? Where the hell is Red?¡±


    Silence was his only reply, and Gray was beginning to feel even more annoyed.


    His previous interaction with his brother and biological grandfather were frustrating enough, and the rollercoaster of emotions after reuniting with Grandpa Sammy and meeting the boys were taxing. He desperately needed a break from the nonsense.


    ¡°Whatever, if you guys aren¡¯t gonna tell me, then don¡¯t,¡±


    He sniffed at them before assisting Grandpa Sammy in making their way to the ranch. After a few moments of hesitation, Blue and Professor Oak shuffled to join them.


    ¡°It¡¯s not that we don¡¯t wanna tell you, lil¡¯ bro. But the situation¡¯s just¡­ complicated,¡±


    ¡°Fine. I assume I don¡¯t have the right to know? Got it,¡±


    ¡°We¡¯ll tell you, just not now. Go and settle in first, drama can wait,¡±


    Gray huffed at that, but didn¡¯t push for more details. Blue, as frustrating as he usually was, had a point. The long journey from the Western regions to the East was exhausting, all he could worry about now was making sure he and his pokemon were settled in.


    ¡°Okay, then no asking me questions about my pokemon too. I¡¯ll let you know the most pressing things for now, the rest comes later,¡±


    Professor Oak made a small sound of protest at that, before he quieted down at Gray¡¯s side-eye.


    Grandpa Sammy jostled Gray and chastised him mildly. ¡°No need to be antagonistic, Gray. You know how my brother can get. You¡¯re older now, I expect you to be wiser and more mature,¡±


    Smiling impudently in response, Gray turned his head around and stuck out a tongue at his older brother in a completely mature way, earning himself another smack from Grandpa Sammy and snickers from his brother and grandfather.


    They reached the ranch entrance amidst light laughter, and Gray idly noted that while he had misgivings with his family, perhaps it won¡¯t be all bad. While time couldn¡¯t heal all wounds, he found that the scars from the past were no longer tender.


    Steadying Grandpa Sammy, he approached Sylveon and the two giddy boys who were shaking in anticipation.


    Grinning at them wildly, Gray brought out a pokeball and enlarged it with a click.


    ¡°You guys ready?¡±