((If you hate me for not updating, I'm sorry! I have other stories (fourteen other stories to be exact) and I've been working on a Halloween special. I'd appreciate it if you read it, it's called "The Legend of Ghost," and I really would like feedback on it.))


Red volunteered to take me back home. I could tell that Emerald was going to, but Red beat him to it. He was concerned that I would be alone and my Pokemon wouldn't know what I'm saying so he just kind of stayed there with me.

El Capitulo Numero Tres

Red and I were alone in my little house in the Viridian Forest. Well, alone except for Pika and Chuchu. My other Pokemon were doing whatever in the forest.

I was quiet because he wouldn't know what I was saying. I could tell that Red was quiet because he wasn't sure what to say without hurting my feelings. Also my throat still hurt.

I was falling asleep. Strange, considering that I hadn't used my powers in a while.

Pika waved his paw in front of my face to wake me up. "Nngh...? Oh, gracias Pika."

Pika nodded. Red clenched his teeth. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked.

I nodded. "Estoy despierto..." I replied. "No es que usted sabe lo que estoy diciendo..."

"What?"

I sighed. This was really frustrating, as you can probably tell.

Then somebody nocked on the door.

"I'll get it!" Red exclaimed, trying to escape from this awkward moment.

He opened up the door and, surprise surprise, Emerald was standing there! Red sighed. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "Aren't you supposed to be cleaning up the lab? And how the heck do you know where Yellow lives?"

"The others kicked me out," Emerald replied. "And I know where everybody lives."

Red raised an eyebrow and then opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it. "Adelante," I said.

Red blinked, and Emerald pulled out a book. "Uh... that either means 'go to it' or 'come in...' and I'm guessing it's the latter." I nodded.

"Where did you get a Spanish to English Dictionary?" Red questioned.

"From Yellow's uncle," Emerald replied.

Red raised his finger, then lowered it, shaking his head. "I don't even want to know."

"No," Emerald said. "You really don't. Now, if you'll excuse me, our friend invited me inside."

Red grumbled as Emerald pushed him out of the way and took the seat he had been sitting in. "How are you doing, Yellow?" he asked me.

"Asi-asi," I sighed, and he began flipping through is book again.

"So-so, huh?" Oh look, he knows how to use a book. I nodded.

That was followed by another long, awkward silence until Red finally decided to pull up a chair. "So... does anybody here know any good games?" Pika and Chuchu exchanged glances.

I shook my head, and Emerald shrugged. Then my stomach grumbled. "Ah... ah... ¡Tengohambre!" I said, blushing.

"Book?" Red said to Emerald nervously.

"Um..." He flipped through the dictionary again, then ran his finger across the page. "Uh, she said 'I'm hungry.'"

"Huh," Red said, and a grin appeared on his face. "Coming from Yellow, I would have expected 'I'm tired.'" No, at this point I was irritated.

Then his PokeGear went crazy. He answered it, and then somebody started yelling at him. "Huh? What? I'm sorry, you'll have to speak into my other ear, I think I just went deaf in that one. Mm hm? Yeah?" He sighed. "All right, I'm on my way." He hung up.

"Who was that?" Emerald asked as Red stood up to get his jacket.

"Surge," he replied. "Apparently, there's an urgent matter that he wants me to attend to," He reached for that door knob. "Try not to hurt yourself, Yellow."

"Sí."

"And Emerald?" That caught his attention. "Don't screw anything else up!" Pika leaped onto his shoulder, and he slammed the door behind him.

That lead to several minutes of more awkward silence, until I finally decided to speak up.

"Tengo hambre."

Emerald sighed. "Alright, alright..." he grumbled, standing up and pushing his chair in. "Where's your kitchen, anyway?"

I blinked. My house has three rooms; none of them were a kitchen. I had absolutely no idea what to say. "I... I... no haga..."

"You don't have a kitchen, do you?" Emerald guessed. By Arceus, he read my mind.

"Em, no."

Emerald laughed. "Well, I got that one! I suppose you at least have a place that you keep your food, right?"

Yeah.

In my room.

Tired of having him have to guess everything I was saying, I grabbed his sleeve and dragged him into my room. "Hey, hey!" he exclaimed. I pointed at a cabinet. "Oh. Hold on, just that tiny thing?!" Yeah, I go to the PokeMart very often.

He leaned down and opened the cabinet. "That's literally all you have?!"

"Sí." I replied.

Emerald let out an exasperated sigh. "How do you live like this?" he wondered aloud, as he pulled out what very little was in my cabinet and set it on the table we had been sitting at. "Is it even legal for a fourteen-year-old to live on their own?"

I processed what he said, then shrugged. "Eh, esto es en realidad la casa de mi tío..."

Emerald turned to me with a very flustered expression on his face. "I don't think I can translate that with my book..." he said.

I sighed. "No, realmente no puedo." This was very frustrating.

Then my stomach rumbled again.

That was followed by more silence, then a round of really awkward laughing. "Why are we laughing?" Emerald eventually asked.

"No tengo ni idea." I replied.


((What would a shipping between Emerald and Yellow be called? I've heard people call it "ShortShipping," but there's no official name for it. Either way, it would be a crack shipping.))