Pokemon Region Journeys: Book 1: A Burst of Rainbow: Memory

I started pedaling away slowly.
'Grrrrrrrowwwwlllll...... GROWL, GROWL, GROWLITHE!' Flare madly starts barking at random Ekans, Koffing, Arbok, and Weezing halfway through the bike.
Wait.... signature Pokemon of Team Rocket! My bike screeches to a halt.
"Hello, young one." Instantly, my head turns.
A tall, dark-haired man with warm black eyes stares me in the face. His tone is as cold and icy as his skin looks.
"Hello." I say cautiously.
He holds out his hand. It has a Mind Charmer.
"What's this?" I again say cautiously.
"I am Giovanni. Do not worry, team rocket has disbanded. I'd like to show you Blue and Red's past."
"Red? Who's that?"
He sighed. "Blue's greatest rival. The only one who has ever defeated Blue in a Pokemon battle. Touch this Mind Charmer, and I will show you a memory. An important one."
"OK...." He holds out his hand more. And slowly, I reach to touch it. As soon as the tip of my finger touches it, I plunge into a greatly feared memory.
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Note: From here, the rest of the chapter has tons of pictures. This is a real moment that happened in the game, and I found it super interesting.
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"BLUE! BLUE, BLUE!" A young boy with dark brown hair and a red hat the resembled mine was screaming Blue's name. That must've been red.
Then Blue came into the scene. I totally didn't recognize him at first. He looked incredibly nonchalant, and six Pokeballs hung by his belt. He had his hands in his pockets and was whistling, with a wicked grin in his eyes. This was definitely a little after he started his journey.
Blue turned around irritably. "What?"
"Giovanni! He- he has all of them!"
Blue scoffed. "Slow down, geek. Has all of what?"
"THE POKEMON! WE NEED TO SAVE THEM!"
Blue laughed wickedly. "Why would I want to waste my time doing that? Smell ya later, Red." He started walking away. Red ran up to Blue and grabbed his collar, slamming him against the wall.
"Look Blue, you non-caring, insolent, immature little Pokemon-hater, you may battle correctly, but you won't be a trainer if you act like that!" Blue kicked Red in the stomach, onto the ground.
Red instantly stood back up.
Blue backed him up onto a tree.
"LOOK, NERD. I don't even know what the heck your problem is, and I'm not even gonna ask! Just BACK OFF." He dusted off his sorta-jacket and started walking into the Pokemon store.
Red scowled and ran after him.
"BLUE! Can you at least help a little bit, despite your extreme jerkiness?"
Blue snickered. "You're an idiot. I CARE about my Pokemon, freak." He punched him.
"Then why do you scream at them so much?!" Red protested, elbowing him back.
"It's called discipline! Leave me alone, you stalker!" He kicked Red's legs and he fell to the floor.
Blue snarled. "Listen," He said in a dangerously quiet voice. "I don't know who you think you are, but maybe we should settle this with a Pokemon battle."
"Agreed! I win you help out!"
Blue snorted. "If I win, you buzz off and leave me alone 'till you defeat Lance the Dragon Tamer."
"Pokemon League Champion? Even if you win, which will never happen, I won't buzz off for long."
Blue grinned wickedly. "You say I'm conceited?"
"Let's go to the Pokemon arena!"
I watched as they hopped onto Blue's Lapras. (He had a Lapras?)
"Why are you so mean, Blue? We were friends!"
"Three generations ago," Blue muttered. "Besides, I just realized that in the real world, only the strong belong. The weak suffer, like you, retard." Blue laughed.
"Exactly, this is what I mean! You're so mean, but you have no reason to be!"
Blue pretended to think. "Hmm, I don't know, because I feel like it, maybe?"
"AGH, I GIVE UP. You're hopeless!"
"We're here."
Red gasped in amazement. "It's... it's awesome!"
"Sick, right? But are you seriously telling me you haven't been here before?" Blue said. "Typical."
They hopped off Lapras into the Arena.
Blue looked around for a few seconds. Then he threw a Pokeball. "RHYHORN, GO!"
"COME ON, VICTREEBELL!" They both threw the Pokeballs. Out of Blue's came a large, metallic creature. Out of Red's came a yellow plant-pot thing, with greenish leaves.
"This should be easy. Rhyhorn, Horn drill!"
"Victreebell, razor leaf!" Red yelled.
Blue's attack hit first. Then the scene ended.
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To my surprise, Blue was looking at me when I came out of the scene.
"Hey, hey, Silver, are you OK?"
"What--- who..."
"It's Blue," He said gently. "Just me."
"Giovanni..... Rhyhorn...."
That seemed to stir Blue. "What?"
"Red... he... the horn drill...."
Blue scowled. "Red? What about Red?"
"He... Lapras......... Giovanni...."
"Silver, can you form a complete sentence?"
"Who--- who was Red?"