First fic in ages. Been busy, and not had much desire to write except for NaNoWriMo. I haven't played any of gen ii or the remakes in a while, so if people seem off, that's why. Also because I'm a crappy writer, but ya know.

For Amber.

Red hated coming down from his mountain. What was there for him in the world below? Besides Green, of course. He had tried several times to convince Green to resign from the gym and join him on his mountain. He knew it would drive Green at least a little crazy, but it was worth a try.

He visited often enough, though, when he wasn't busy with being a gym leader. And he never asked why Red wanted to stay on top of a mountain, had never needed to ask why. He understood.

But here he was, in Viridian City again, with Green and all of the other gym leaders. They chattered away- gym leaders didn't get to chat as much as they would like to, living so far away- but Red stayed, as ever, silent. Green sat next to him, his hand resting on Red's while he talked about Arceus-knows-what with Lance. Red wasn't fond of Lance, with his loud showmanship. They were amiable. Everyone was amiable to Red. He had beaten them all.

Green, though. Green was something else. He could walk into a room and make friends with everyone in it. He was brash, and sometimes rude, he could be immature, and he was sometimes a little hard on people. But he was likable, and talkative. Red gave his hand a quiet squeeze.

Something was happening a world away, in Unova. They were building a Colosseum of Pokemon, and he was wanted. They called it something, he had forgotten. He was still mostly in Mount Silver, thinking of his pokemon. He hadn't brought all of them, just his normal six. The rest were left to their own devices in the caves and slopes of the mountain. He wasn't worried. Just distracted. Wishing he and Green were with them.

Green squeezed back, after a moment. It was comforting. He wasn't nervous, not really. It had just been some time since he had come down, and things had changed in his absence. New pokemon being brought over. Planes, flying across the entire world in a single stretch. Maybe it had been like that when he had been on his journey. He didn't think so. But it was possible.

They were waiting for one of those very planes. All of the leaders, all of the champions in most regions of the world with a pokemon league. All of them would be there. And almost all of them would know who he was. He was the original child master. There were plenty after him, of course. And Green was the same age. But he was still the best of the children. That he had fought so far, at any rate. It was hard to tell when many of the rest were all the way across the world.

The plane landed on the brand-new airstrip. A big, ugly thing. He wished they could fly there. But pokemon tired easily, and wouldn't make it. They said. He had thought about testing that out. But if it could serious endanger his pokemon, he wouldn't. And besides, Green was here. If he went somewhere else, he wouldn't be able to see him until he came back.

Something was said over the intercom. He wasn't listening. Staring at Green. Green stood, and looked down at Red, then laughed. He shook his head.

"Yo! Let's go! Plane's here!" Green was excited. He'd never been away from Kanto and Johto. Neither had Red, of course. But Red was satisfied with that. Green wasn't.

Red levered himself off of the bench, and followed Green. He wished Pikachu could be out. But the letter had been firm. Absolutely no pokemon outside of their pokeballs. They had wanted to confiscate the pokeballs, too. Red had refused. Everyone else had followed. Team Rocket could still be around. It never hurt to cautious.

Green had taken his hand away when they got up. Red closed and opened his hand a few times, enjoying the warmth. No matter how often Green visited, he never got tired of feeling his warmth. It was very pleasant.

The plane was surprisingly comfortable. Red had never seen the inside of one before, so he didn't really have anything to compare it to, but the seats were well-cushioned, with plenty of leg room. There were two to an aisle. The others left an aisle near the front for Red and Green. He didn't know if they had just figured it out, or if Green had told them. He assumed it to be the latter. He knew he hadn't told them. A few of the Johto leaders looked surprised. He guessed they hadn't heard or been told. They'd get over it.

Misty and Brock sat in the seats across the aisle from them. The seats were too tall to see who was ahead or behind them.

Green took his hand, and set it his lips. Gentle, for such a vigorous young man. Brock steadfastly looked at his guidebook, and Misty appeared to stare out the window. Fakers. They were both watching.

Before long, the plane began to accelerate forward and up. It was a strange feeling. A little unpleasant. Green clutched his hand, digging his nails into the flesh of his palm. Not hard enough to hurt too much. Not even enough to overpower to feeling of having Green's hand in his.

Green smiled queasily at him. Red smiled back at him. Of course. Brock was looking a little green, too. Makes sense. A rock trainer should probably like to stay on the rocks. It didn't bother Red or Misty too much, though.

Red was sitting next to the window, so, lacking anything better to do, he stared out of it, still holding Green's hand in his. He jumped back suddenly. He should have known, but it still came as a surprise.

Mt. Silver was below, spread out in all it's majesty. He could see his place on the summit, where he awaited challengers. Nearby was he small cabin, built by himself and his pokemon. He had spent plenty of pleasant evenings with Green there.

Green leaned over to look out, understanding Red's shock. His head was bent, as he looked at the mountain. Red leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the back of his hair, looking away from his little home.

The plane ride was long, and mostly boring. At some point, Green fell asleep on Red's shoulder. It was nice. Red stayed awake, even as he could hear everyone around his settling down to sleep the flight away. The moonlight on the ocean water far was fascinatingly beautiful. He could barely pull himself away from looking at it, even to look at Green.