Chapter 2
"Blue, I'm home!" I vaguely heard.
"Blue?" It was Yellow. Lifting my head off the pillow it was on, I slowly came to my senses.
"In here!" I reflexively yelled. I heard Yellow opening my door.
"Look who I brought," she started to say, but quickly yelled, "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry!" followed by a quick slam of the door.
"What?" I yelled after her, confused.
"I'm sorry!" She yelled through the door. "I didn't realize you weren't dressed." Looking down at my body, I could see that it was, indeed, completely bare.
"Oh," I said quietly, more to myself than anybody else. "My bad," I said, louder this time. I hopped out of bed, quickly got dressed, and walked out to the living room where Yellow was. Turning the corner of the entrance, I also saw—
"Green!" I ran over to him, giving him the biggest hug in the known universe.
"Hey, Bluebird," He said with a smile. I loved it when he called me that. I ruffled his already-messy brown hair.
"How you doing, Green Bean?" I asked affectionately, eliciting an even wider smile from Green.
"Survivin'," He said with his boyish half-smile. "You?"
"Better now," I said, grinning like an idiotic schoolgirl. I absolutely adored Green, and he knew it. I looked over at Yellow, who gave me one of those "I know what's up" looks.
"Well," she said, "I've got some errands I need to run, so I'm gonna leave you two alone." She walked out the door, Pokéballs in hand.
I always did love Yellow ever so much.
"So," Green said, smiling his famous half-smile, "Whatchoo wanna do?" I gave him the naughtiest look I could muster.
"I dunno," I said coyly, "What do YOU wanna do?"
Looking me square in the eye, he said, "I wanna get naked and make some bad decisions." That surprised even me for a split second, but I instinctively grabbed his hand and ran towards my bedroom, Green in tow. Throwing the door shut, I whipped off my shirt and slammed my lips into his, working his shirt off while I did so. I could feel him unbuckling my pants, while I moved on to taking his off. The whole time, we moved closer and closer to the bed, and somehow, my bra was now off. Pushing me down, Green got on top of me and gave me the hottest kiss imaginable. He then began kissing my neck, moving down to my breasts, then to my stomach, but something began to not feel right.
Don't.
Oh, great. Not now. Not again.
Don't do it. Make him stop.
No, no no!
Make him stop! MAKE HIM STOP!
The voice was screaming at me now. All of a sudden, I felt Green violently shaking me back into reality, practically shouting in my ear, but all I heard was incoherent noise. Finally, the words came into focus.
"Hey, Blue, what's wrong with you?" He was yelling. "Snap out of it!" I looked at him in shock, wide-eyed at what just transpired inside my head. Green stopped shaking me and just looked at me, an expression of pure fear written across his face.
"I'm sorry," I said meekly. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't do that to me!" He said, exasperated and clutching his chest. He crawled over to the edge of the bed and just sat there, breathing heavily, obviously still freaked out about what he just saw. Making no attempt to cover myself back up, I followed suit, ending up sitting next to him. He had apparently picked a spot on the carpet to stare at, because his eyes weren't moving. A long time passed before anyone spoke.
"Sorry," I said quietly. He immediately shook his head.
"Ah, it's not you're fault," he said only slightly louder. "It just reminded me of…what happened, you know?" Flashing back to six months ago, I immediately began tearing up. Seeing this, Green put his arms around me. "Shh, shh, it's ok," he cooed. "Don't cry." This, of course, only made me cry harder.
"I just keep flashing back to that night with Red," I said in between sobs. "I just can't get it out of my head."
"I know what you mean," he said wistfully. "I keep wishing I could go back and…figure something out. Maybe there was something we missed, something we could've prepared better for, something…" he trailed off.
"But then," he continued, "I think back and I realize the plan was perfect. We hit every mark on time, we planned for every possible scenario. They were just slightly better than we thought that night." I lifted my head and looked at him suspiciously.
"What are you saying?" I asked, almost threateningly.
"I'm saying that what happened to Red, it was inevitable." I was in shock at this.
"How can you say that?" I practically yelled. "He didn't have to die!"
"I'm not saying he did," Green tried to reassure me. "I'm saying it was unavoidable. It was absolutely horrible, what happened, but there was just no way around it." I was livid.
"I could've prevented it!" I screamed, standing up. "I could have done something to save him! I could've…!" I trailed off. Green gave me a knowing look.
"So that's it, then," he said. "That's what you've been feeling all this time? Guilt over Red's death?" I just looked at him, my lip still quivering. He hung his head. "Listen," he continued, "none of this was anybody's fault except Team Rocket's, ok? We all knew that what we were fighting for would end in bloodshed. We all knew the risks, especially Red. We all knew that even with as much planning, preparation and training as we did, some of us were still not going to make it out of there. Red just happened to be the unluckiest of us that night."
"Easy for you to say," I said, irritated but still crying, "you didn't have to see it happen."
"I'm not saying I did. I'm saying it wasn't your fault. I'm saying if you talk about what exactly happened, you can finally learn to let go." He looked at me with deep concern, and a strong, caring tone in his voice. I sat back on the bed and buried my face in my hands once again. Green stood up and got dressed.
"I'm gonna make a phone call," he said, "You should probably put some clothes on." He started to walk outside, but instead turned around and said, "I don't know if you've ever stopped to think about this, but if you feel this bad, how do you think Yellow feels?"
"She seems over it."
"Yeah, but she's still his sister. She deserves to know how it happened more than you." And with that, he walked away.
