A/ N– Okay, so after I showed my friends the GreenXBlue story I just wrote, my friend Morgan (who is a huge RedXBlue fan like me) was all like, "Write RedXBlue! :3" So I did. Here you go, Morgan. Here's your story.

Up a Tree

Blue has been staring at Red almost all day, and the more he thinks about it, the less he's sure why. Red is sitting by the river the group of four has decided to camp at, talking to a fish swimming in the water. He has named this fish "Toffee" for it's orange and white coloring. So there he is, talking to the fish as if it were a human being, dipping his hand in the water every so often to stroke its smooth skin.

Blue thinks it's stupid, really. That fish can't talk, nor can it understand a freakin' word coming out of Red's mouth! Blue doesn't really mind, though. He's more than used to Red's childish behavior. It is a little irritating though, but he can't quite pinpoint what's so annoying about it. Maybe it's Red's tone of voice, maybe it's the smile on his face, maybe it's-

(that he's talking to that fish instead of you.)

Huh? Why would I care about whether that chump is talking to me or not? Blue flinches as he hears his conscience speak up. Speaking of which, this "conscience" sounds a lot like Vio... Blue shudders.

(because you like him.)

W-what? No I don't! Blue breaks out in a blush, not just because of his possible "feelings" for Red, but because he realizes he's arguing with his conscience. It's sorta pathetic.

(yes you do. go over there. now. talk to him.)

Why should I? Blue starts to think, but then stops, because, well, isn't his conscience supposed to be right? He sighs in defeat, and then grumpily gets up from the log he's sitting on and stomps over to Red.

"Oh, hi Blue!" Red says cheerfully as he sees his blue counterpart approaching him. He motions towards Toffee. "Blue, this is Toffee. Isn't he cute?"

Blue stops. Red just called Toffee "cute". Why did he stop? He doesn't know. Strange emotions take control of his body, and Blue suddenly feels like shouting, which he does.

"Cute?" He yells, making Red jump. "Red, how is that thing cute? It's a stupid fish!" Blue quiets down, waiting for an answer.

Red whimpers, looking up at Blue with sad, teary eyes. "I... I think he's cute. Even if he's a fish," he turns away, tears starting to slide down his cheeks.

This is when Blue starts to feel guilty.

Red eyes quickly jolt back to Blue, his expression now a look of anger, despite the tears dripping from his eyes. "And... and I don't care what you think?" Red shouts, using a tone of voice Blue's never heard him use before. He sounds truly angry, which is shocking for Red.

Blue can't say anything. He wants to say sorry, but his pride won't let him. He just keeps standing there, guilty and confused and shocked.

Red gets up from his spot on the grass and runs. He runs fast, darting off like a little red rabbit. And Blue. Just. Stands there.

(run, you idiot. run.)

But Blue's in too much shock to run. Not just at Red's feelings, but at his own, too. He feels guilty. He's never felt bad about making Red cry before. Why does he feel bad about it now?

(because you like him) Blue's conscience repeats.

No, I don't. Blue thinks, and this time he's not lying.

(what do you mean? stop trying to deny your feelings.)

I'm not. This time, he isn't in denial.

(yes, you are.)

Blue runs off after Red.

It took a lot of running, and Blue is tired, but he's finally found Red. Red is sitting up in a tree at the edge of the forest, and he's not crying, but he does look sad. Blue climbs the tree swiftly and without a sound. Red doesn't notice him, and that's exactly what Blue wants.

"Hey," he says softly once he finds himself behind Red. Red turns around and glares at him, his eyes puffy from crying.

"What do you want?" he says, his voice a mixture of irritation and hurt. Blue perches himself next to Red on the tree branch, which flawlessly holds both of them without struggle.

"I..." Blue sighs, a bit annoyed at himself for coming all the way out here for Red. He doesn't even like Red?

But that's the thing.

"I came here to say I'm sorry for yelling at you, that's all," he says it, but he doesn't really sound very sorry.

"Green told you to, didn't he?" Red mumbles, staring at his feet.

"Nope," Blue states, and this time it sounds truthful. "Haven't seen him since dinner."

"Then Vio did?"

Blue shudders again, thinking of the eerie similarity between his conscience and his violet counterpart, but he quickly recovers. "It wasn't him either."

Red stares at Blue for a second, almost in shock. "...Then... then who did tell you to come?" he blurts out.

Blue moves a little closer to Red, smiling. "I did."

Red's eyes widen and his jaw drops. He tries to act mad at Blue, but it's not working. "S-stop lying to me! Why would you want to say sorry to me? You hate me!"

"I never said I hate you..." Blue trails off, knowing he has.

"Yeah, you have! Like, a bunch of times!" he stares at Blue, but he doesn't glare. He can't bring himself to do that.

"Well, I lie, okay?" Blue snaps. The sit there in silence for a moment, just staring at each other.

"Well..." Red begins, his cheeks a bit pink. "...I at least know you don't like me."

Blue smirks, looking Red directly in the eyes. "That's true."

(quit denying your feelings. he's right here. you don't have to do that.)

Red looks at Blue, confusion sparkling in his eyes. "...Why are you staring at me like that?"

Blue's lips land on Red's. Red's eyes widen in surprise, but they sparkle in happiness all at the same time. It's all so clear now.

Blue doesn't like him.

Blue loves him.

Red feels like he's walking on Cloud 9. He kisses back, placing his hands on Blue's shoulders.

The kiss lasts about as long as it can before they need to breathe again. As soon as he's caught his breath, Red looks at Blue, his eyes shining in the moonlight. He hugs him, his smile brighter than ever.

"I love you too, Blue."

End