A/N: It's been such a long time since I last posted a fanfic, haaa. Anyway, this is a Red/Blue fanfic, one that I wrote during the summer at about five AM, also posted on a livejournal community by shimmeringstill (me, obviously). It's based on events in the PokeSupe manga, and I'm pretty sure that no one will know what the hell I'm going on about in this fanfic. But anyway. Enjoy. It's kind of drabbly mush. I might write a TRC one like this one soon too, haaa. -in a drabbly mush mood-
The intensity of what he felt was staggering. As the electric shocks continued to course through his body, he struggled both physically and emotionally to grasp the pain and the fear that were trying to beat him, trying to win him over, get him to the side of defeat. He was so sure that Blue was facing exactly the same kind of pain that he was, on the outside. On the inside? Well, Red was sure he'd never know. However, his own feelings were not the kind one would have for a friend - they were the kind of feelings you'd have for someone who felt closer to you that imaginably possible. Since the day they'd met, Blue and Red had been rivals; Blue's aloof and cold demeanour literally screamed "GET LOST AND GO HOME" to Red's warmth and attempts at friendship. Yet now, they had worked together. They were in this together. Red knew he had shouted out to Blue before falling through that trapdoor, and Blue had shouted back. The childishness that Red had heard in his own voice had been the complete opposite of the matured shock that was in Blue's. They were so different and so alike.
Red was starting to understand, and beneath his yells, he could feel the dull ache in his heart.
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The sensation of being asphyxiated, Blue thought, was a very unique one. As you grew shorter and shorter of breath, a sharp throbbing would develop in your chest, and it would become more painful, more pronounced, as the black started to fringe your eyesight. This was everything that Blue felt, along with a stupid, silly glimmer of something golden in the back of his mind, coupled with an image of Red's face before he disappeared. The tightness and sharpness in his body was starting to ease, and his assailant was speaking, but Blue was only half listening. A brief, arrogant thought said it was glad that Blue could concentrate on two things at once without any difficulty, but still, every other thought lingered on the ridiculously strong sense of surprise and terror he'd suddenly, fiercely felt upon Red's disappearance. Blue made replies to whatever it was being spoken aloud to him, though he kept wondering. There had been something unfamiliar in his voice when he had shouted Red's name. None of this translated into words to him, not even into short phrases.
There are so many things a brilliant mind like his understood and this wasn't one of them.