"Red, what's on your mind?" She asked, sitting down next to him on the bed.
Yellow waved the sticky notes in front of his face, so that he would be able to respond through writing if he would take them.
He sighed silently, but didn't accept the invitation to write.
She struggled to find eye contact with him, "Listen Red, and write to me," She pleaded. "I'll write too if it'll make you feel better." She smiled sadly.
Red shook his head at the suggestion. He didn't want to write. He knew that she would ask questions that he wouldn't have answers to.
Yellow wrote something on a sticky note before slapping it onto Red's forehead.
It read, Red, I'm sad. Why won't you write to me?
Red pulled the note off his forehead, and looked at it quizzically; as if he had no idea what she wrote.
Everything went still, and silent. Nothing, nor anyone moved.
Just before Yellow spoke up, Red took the pencil from her lap and sticky notes to write a response.
Because I don't have answers. He wrote, in a sloppy form of handwriting.
Yellow smiled, Who said I had questions?
Everyone does. Why won't I write? Can't I just learn sign language? Why am I pushing myself away? And why didn't I just move out of the way of the boulder in the first place? He listed, and passed the paper to her.
Yellow's smile fell. She did have questions, and he had just listed all of them.
As she was thinking of a response, Red took the note from her and wrote on it again.
Why didn't I just move out of the way of the boulder in the first place?
He had crossed out the last question.
Yellow opened her eyes wide as he handed the sticky note back to her.
Her hand was shaking, but she managed to write, do you have an answer for the last one? She asked.
He looked at the writing and bit his lip.
Why did you do that Yellow? You just got him to talk to you, and now you asked a question, She scolded herself.
Red got a sticky note, and after a long hesitation, knew what to write.
I had some kind of reflex before. It's what always made me act, and think when there's trouble. Normally I would've been able to dodge that boulder at any time, but there was something missing.
Yellow was confused, and urged him to keep writing.
He grabbed another sticky note. Every time I act fast, it was always to save someone or something. People, a person, or Pokémon. But when it came to saving myself-
His hands froze and he stopped writing.
I'm sorry. He apologized.
Yellow gave Red a sympathetic smile.
It's not your fault, Red. It's mine.
Before Red could write anything, she ended the conversation with:
I'm going to bed now. See you tomorrow.
Red watched her stand up and walk to the door.
He missed their old conversations and fun times too.
Red continued to watch her, and saw her small hands reach for the doorknob. He was slightly startled when Yellow suddenly turned and looked at him.
"R-Red, I-I, "Her face was turning redder by the second, staring into his eyes always made her nervous and stutter. "I- I'll make pancakes for breakfast!" She blurted out, and then began to mentally scold herself.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! You almost had it Yellow! She scolded herself.
And with that, she left the mute boy alone in his silent room.
Red was thinking; she seems happier now. Much happier. Was I being more of a burden to her when I was ignoring her?
That's as much thought Red had put into it before glancing to the picture on top of his desk, and collapsing on his bed.
() (Morning) ()
Throughout the morning, Yellow and Red had many different conversations, and Red let Yellow talk to him verbally. And Yellow made the pancakes as she told him she would do.
Red had a noticeable change in character. He was smiling, and actually communicating instead of sulking.
…I can't believe all that happened just yesterday. It doesn't seem real. He thought.
He looked up from the paper he was writing on to see yellow, staring at him blankly, but with a smile etched onto her face.
He laughed what? He asked, holding the paper in front of her eyes, and snapping her out of a daze.
Yellow flushed a deep shade of crimson, "S-sorry Red!" She squealed in embarrassment, and jumping backwards out of her chair.
He chuckled at her red face. Do you have a fever? Red asked.
Yellow blushed even more before shaking her head," No. I'm fine. Everything just happened so fast, yet it seems like nothing changed at the same time."
Resisting the urge to frown, Red nodded, with a smile on his face.
()(Total time lapse! No, I'm serious. Like, a month later. )()
Yellow swiftly turned around to face her front door, where a knock had just been sounded.
"Coming!" She shouted hurriedly; not expecting someone to come over.
She ran through her hall and into her small yellow living room that consisted of a three-seat couch and a King's Chair; and threw all the pillows that were on the floor onto a couch before she returned in front of her door to open it.
"Oh, hi Red!" She smiled as she saw who had been waiting for her.
The teenage boy tilted his head and smirked as he pushed a bouquet of flowers in front of himself; a gesture for the girl to take them.
Yellow blushed as she understood that the flowers were for her, and slowly reached out for them, "Thank you, Red. But, what are these for?" She asked with a smile, and smelt the bunch of beautiful flowers.
He kept his smile and shrugged.
"Oh right! I'm sorry, I- I forgot." She admitted shamefully when she remembered that her best friend could no longer talk.
It's fine, Red mentally assured, and he nodded since he knew she could not hear him.
It was silent. Excluding the sound of Yellow's large clock on the middle of the plain walls, there were no sounds at all.
"So… uhhh… Come on in!" Yellow said; remembering that he was still standing outside in the heat.
Red nodded and strolled silently into her small home, and kept going until he stood in front of a King's chair.
Yellow closed the front door behind them, put the bouquet of flowers in an empty vase, and proceeded to make her was onto her favorite (and only) brown sofa.
"Did you have a doctor's appointment today?" Yellow asked anxiously, hoping for good news.
Red seemed unfazed, and continued to smile at her. But on the inside, he was trying so hard not to burst out in laughter.
What a… handsome smile, Yellow thought to herself.
"Okay… thumbs up for good news, thumbs down for bad. How's that sound?"
Wow, she really does care about me, huh? Red laughed to himself, I guess Green and Blue were right after all.
Not wanting to keep the secret from Yellow any longer, Red was about to put his finger onto Yellow's lips. But before he could, she began to whimper.
"If I could, I would give up my own voice for yours," Yellow began, and Red frowned when he heard her say this, "This was all my fault. And what makes it worse is that… I care about you, Red. A lot. You saved me from that Dratini years ago, and I couldn't even stop a rock for you!" She cried out. Red sensed how horrible she must've felt, and grabbed her right hand in reassurance, but Yellow continued on, "I love you, Red! I always have since the first time I saw your ruby eyes, and heard your voice." Yellow sighed loudly, remembering the day that she and Red had first met. "It just… happened…"
A tense silence overcame the entire house.
Neither of them knew what to do in the situation, and Yellow was on the verge of tears.
Red smiled at Yellow, anxiously waiting for her to look at him.
We she had lifted her head just enough, Red made his move.
"Yellow."
Said girl snapped her head up in a split second, looking straight into Red's deep, blood-red eyes.
"I would do anything for you. I care about you, like you care about me. It hurts me at how much I've hurt you in the last month. And none of it was your fault," Red assured, and grabbed her other hand. He pulled her upwards so that she was standing, very close to him. "And I love your green eyes. I love how they sparkle all the time, and I love your voice. You always sound so sweet and caring. I know I'm not the best of explaining these kinds of things, but-"
Red stopped talking, and moved his head downward so that his forehead and hers were touching.
"Thanks, Yellow."
And then, he kissed her.
It wasn't a major kiss, but just a brush on the lips. However, it certainly meant a lot and has passion behind it.
When Red pulled away from her, Yellow just stared at him is shock, not believing that Red had been returned back to normal.
She grew a small smile, as tears of happiness fell from her eyes.
Red smiled at her. Full of happiness as well.
Everything returned back to normal.
It was as if Red had never gone mute at all.
The End.
Yes, Red's voice has returned and yada-yada-yada.
CLICHÉ!
Gosh, why did I never post this last chapter again?
I swear I had only like, five sentences more to write for like the past three months. DX
And yes, the nurse from the beginning was wrong about everything. Remember that she was new? Well ta-da!
Pshh, and I know you all expected that kiss at the end, but whateves!
New multi-chapter coming as soon as possible! It's gonna be AWESOME!
But here you go for now! C: The end!
Hope you enjoyed this!
Love ya'll!
