A/N: Hiya, readers! Just here to tell you I've made another chapter! Yeah, I know, it's a bit early, but I'm just so excited! And this is how I pictured it! Hope you at least review! I accept flames, since it's just my first story. But please, no more flames on my next stories, 'kay? Because this is the chapter before the climax :O! Happy holidays, guys! And again, I'm sorry for troubling you in the last chapter.
Yeah. . . I don't think this too comedic as well, but I had to put it, hadn't I? I mean, the category CAN'T be Adventure. . . Can it? There's not much adventure here, come to think of it, in my opinion.
Replies to Reviews:
Specialshipping19: Yes, yes I was. I was actually trying to make up another cool penname, but I can't think of any more but Innocent Amber Eyes (sweatdrops). And your friend was actually nice to comment =D I'm kinda torn between directing movies and story writing. . . And what a coincidence! Your friend has been commenting my youtube video when I've read your fanfics for months, almost a year now!
Vaporeon Love & Anonymous: I'm really sorry, but I can't do sexual fanfictions yet, I mean, I'm just twelve for crying out loud! But I'll definitely try to make Gold gay-like somehow in the later chapters, but not totally gay, just kinda sided-gay, because Gold won't be in the next incoming chapters T_T because this story centers Yellow, kind of. And to me, at least, perverts. . . don't seem to be gay-like, but I'll try!
Pikachu127: Glad you think so =D
Thanks to all of you who commented! Bless your souls! But I don't think that Yellow should be lesbian. . . 'cuz there's SPECIALSHIPPING! WHOOOOOO! What I mean is that she's just kinda boyish, but not as Sapphire is =P
And just so you know (did I type the title of my favorite song?), I read some of the OldRivalShipping fanfics and realized that Yellow was really OOC (Out Of Character) there. She isn't shy at all in the manga, is she? So I thought, for a change, that Yellow deserves to be in character, so, why not?
Fourth Chapter: Sky Pillar
Barty gazed down at Yellow, looking stern. Yellow could hear thunder outside roaring across the sea. She breathed heavily, watching her chest rise and sink unconsciously. She didn't know what to say if he found out that she read his written biography- he did find out.
She didn't look up at him, afraid of what he might say to her. She sat up and hugged her knees, looking at the ground guiltily, involuntarily massaging Chuchu's head. So Chuchu was trying to stop her from doing something stupid so carelessly, huh. . . She nuzzled Yellow's hand and licked it in apology.
Yellow smiled feebly at the creature, trying to make a straight face; though she could see the look in Chuchu's eyes. She might have seen the slight crestfallen look on Yellow's innocent, pale face through the moonlight.
Yellow could feel a hand touch her shoulder: she looked up. The first thing she discerned from his pallid face was that he was sincere. She stood up to her full height (outgrowing Barty himself by two feet) and looked down at the old man, whose hands still clutched tightly on the book. His long beard was shining in the light emitted by the moon as though the white of the strands were silver. The moon-
She squinted her eyes to take a better look at the moon: it was wavering behind the clouds. Was the rain about to start? But it had just rained a few days before, how could it now?
She tried to take another step to take a look through the window she had hidden behind yesterday but flinched when Barty's crane had surprisingly hit the floor, which cracked loudly. Cringing, she took several steps back, but slipped when she stepped on the sandwich she had dropped earlier, panicking as she stumbled to get out of the room.
"Where on earth did you get this? This was supposed to be hidden! I haven't been away for more than a night, and somebody takes advantage of it by stealing my stuff!" Barty's voice roared louder than the thunder had.
Yellow could feel Chuchu hug her ankle when the old man shouted ill, beside himself, making Yellow wince, even audible through the rain beginning outside.
She tried to speak, but no sound came out of her mouth. She forced her mouth to stay closed until Barty stopped shouting: he was spitting saliva everywhere. Attempting to say something, even if it was inaudible through the hard tap tap tap of the rain, just to get Barty's attention, Yellow made a disparaging noise cross between what a bull makes and a truck horn loud enough for only them to hear, but making Chuchu flinch.
Yellow gulped nervously as Barty's voice lowered into something into less than a disquiet whisper of sputters, standing up awkwardly. She patted the dirt on her tee and looked down at Barty, feigning the fact that she wasn't already uncomfortable with the situation with success from the looks of Barty's disgruntled face, though he can't possibly know that her insides her jittering madly with a pulse of nervousness.
"I'm sorry," she said, looking down at her feet, shuffling them, ignoring Chuchu. She scratched the back of her head, sighing, then looked down straight at Barty's eyes and said, "I didn't mean it, really, while you were gone, we had to do something for the-"
"We?" said Barty suddenly that Yellow immediately stopped talking from cringing, "Who said about a 'we'?"
Yellow flinched again from hearing that same austere tone he had used earlier. She had not just brought Gold to the discussion, had she? She gulped again, nervously still, biting her tongue from saying any more stupid replies.
"M-my cousin and I. . . we- er, sneaked in here- I mean, he sneaked in here- I was with him, but- I didn't exactly sneak in, but he talked me into it- And I- maybe it wasn't me, of course, perhaps Chuchu-"
"What the hell are you talking about?" snapped Barty, tapping his crane on the wooden floor vigorously. "You mean to say you actually-"
There was lightning.
"-here without my-"
Yellow didn't hear the rest of the sentence from the loud thunder outside after an unwelcoming gust of wind had swept by the room.
"-permission?" Barty finished, not realizing his hair was already wet from the storm outside, making it look like a mop. Yellow could feel Chuchu's paws dig deeper into her skin as the storm continued roaring.
She darted her eyes from the window and back to Barty, hearing the whole hut creak and was surprised Gold and Uncle Wilton didn't hear anything. After all, Gold just slept right now, four hours after midnight.
Four hours after midnight. . . Yellow recalled it being already four o'clock in the morning. Yet hadn't Barty mentioned he'd be back in two days? It wasn't even day yet. And, more importantly, what was Barty doing?
"Barty?" squeaked Yellow's dubious voice as she gazed into Barty's sullen face, now turning pale, with his now-wan blue eyes widening unusually big. Yellow's eyebrows furrowed. She glanced down at Chuchu; she looked concerned. Yellow took several steps toward him slowly, holding out a hand to him as he turned to look at the storm.
There it was- the thing he's searched for months- the reason why he never left the island.
He rushed outside the room, pushing Yellow from her feet as he did, clutching the manuscript tightly to his chest, excitement building from his whole body.
Yellow watched Barty vamoose from the room, looking overwrought with excitement and haste. She rubbed the back of her neck, groaning painfully. She glanced down at Chuchu, nodding, then recalling her to her pokéball with a smack.
She hastened to catch up, standing up from the wooden floor, wiping the dirt off her face and sprinting to Uncle Wilton's and Gold's room to snatch her bag, knowing full well that if she would be swept away again by the storm, she'd need her things: but she was also desperate to know what Barty was up to every night since they crash-landed in this place.
She snatched a few plastics of sandwich on the table and stuffed them in her bag hurriedly, scampering out of the room with rapidity, not forgetting her straw hat to protect her from the rain. . . along with Gold's goggles.
She snapped on the goggles just above the bridge of her nose and adjusted her belt bag along with her straw hat, bursting open the door of the hut with no hesitation, her teeth gritted and her fists bawled.
She took one last look at her Uncle Wilton, breathing slowly, then at Gold, giving them both flying kisses of good-bye, not knowing whether or not she would still be breathing after this whole fiasco. It was, after all, a storm. Then, without thinking, without giving them another cold look, she scuttled out of the hut, biting her tongue to prevent herself from turning back.
As she ran in the rain, her boots darted past several water puddles, splashing with noise, but they were nothing compared to the earsplitting blast of thunder every five seconds.
After running in the rain for a while now, she thought she caught a glimpse of something- or someone- dark and short dash between the bushes and the thick, dense forest surrounded by an almost ominous white fog. Without thinking about this for even a split-second, Yellow dashed into the forest, not looking back at the light which had bounded the whole forest floor with shadows.
She nearly slipped from the large puddle of rainwater when she spotted Barty just about to enter a huge black tower she hadn't seen before.
She narrowed her eyes for a better look: the tower was about two-hundred feet tall, reaching the thunderclouds even before the peak, where five-foot wide spikes had been hung at each of the tower's sides, which, Yellow had immediately recognized it with her uncommonly rare instincts, were horns of a unique clan of iron-dorsal Donphans, bladed and carved into the shape of a cone, then, either pasted to or had been drawn by magnetism, since they've been polished even by having been struck in several storms a week. It was a real wonder why the lightning can't strike the tower.
Yellow, now more determined than ever, forced herself to go in, more desperate than so because the storm had just poured down on them harder, sprinting against the mud and made her way to inside the open gate.
Clutching the brim of her hat tightly, preventing it from being swept away by the strong gust of wind that brushed against her direction, her wet bangs fluttering about in the rain as she darted past the puddle and slid to the cold, wet tower floor which consisted of rocks and stone to keep it up, along with a few shard and quartz fragments to build strength to the tower which was, apparently, effective aside from the fact that it looked beautiful from the interior, looking threatening in the exterior, having blades put up in the sides.
Yellow plopped down the cold stone floor, sighing, and pulling off Gold's goggles. She gasped for air whilst clutching Gold's goggles firmly, her clothes sopping wet. Her hair drenched with rainwater, she wiped the water dripping from her bangs trickling down to her chin, though her hair was so wet, it still continued to drip water.
She stared down at the floor, panting, completely forgetting about Barty. She gazed down at her own reflection from Gold's goggles, which returned Yellow's brown-amber eyes, wishing she could still see Gold's own. But she'll be back okay, won't she? After all this-
Yellow cringed. She thought she heard someone's voice shouting careless words from above the tower. She stood up and wheeled round, feeling a sudden quake erupt from the ground as the thunder roared once more; the tower was shaking. She quickly stood up and sprinted to the stairs, feeling that this was the work of Barty. Hoisting Gold's goggles inside her belt bag, a thought ran through her mind carelessly; Who else was inside the tower besides themselves?
Abruptly, Yellow stopped darting to the staircase; a cold shiver ran down Yellow's spine when the thought ran through her mind. Who else was inside the tower besides themselves? She glanced around, half-hoping that the rain would stop for her to hear herself think- then the whole tower stopped trembling precipitously.
Yellow didn't need to be asked: she dashed to the broken staircase, taking the opportunity to get there before another tremor happens again.
It seems as if, to Yellow's newborn paranoia towards the staircase, every step she takes the tread cracks so much she thought, out of that same distrust towards the rungs, she was going to trample and fall down the last floor. Ignoring her obsessive suspicion, she watched as the ceiling of the first floor descend as she took several more strides to the second floor-
Yellow took one last, careful step on it and, suddenly overwhelmed by determination, ran to the other staircase as soon as she found it, panting, the wetness of her body suddenly turning dry from the shelter-
Crack.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Yellow landed on the floor of the first storey, rubbing her back sorely. She massaged her head as she regained her senses- what happened up there? She opened her eyes and had seen rubble fall from the second storey up, where a huge hole had suddenly appeared. She glanced at everything around her: rubble and rock everywhere.
Great. She fell down a sensitive floor- which was the ceiling of the first floor but the floor of the second storey, really confusing, actually. She rotated her head a bit, standing up and stretching her bones, thinking.
She looked up at the ceiling of the first floor- it slowly returned from pieces. Yellow looked at it dubiously, narrowing her eyes. Glancing down, she'd seen that the pieces of rock on the floor had sunk below the ground, almost melting away in eyesight, as if it had forced itself to vanish into the ground. . .
Yellow was merely fascinated by the sight, although time was ticking. Sooner or later, Gold and Uncle Wilton will wake up and-
She shook her head at the thought, chewing her lower lip. She had to act now. Yellow pulled herself together and nodded at the staircase, filching a pokéball from her belt, prodding the button in the middle by the thumb and threw it in the air-
A red light emerged from the ball, which was spinning in the air until Yellow, jumping high in the air, caught it, transforming into a shape of something massive: a beak had materialized from the red light, longer than half an arm, along with even longer legs, lengthier than two of humans, with sharp and pointed claws, but by the looks of it, used for dashing than hunt, and three heads appeared from three black necks, their eyes opening wide, and, finally, its large, orange body had taken shape below the heads and just above the legs- the newly recalled creature let out a roar and plucked its feathers, its voice echoing in the next few floors.
Yellow smiled. Dody snuggled its three heads against her two cheeks and her neck, making her giggle feebly. She patted his two heads as she nodded towards the third, smiling weakly.
"Dody," she whispered, almost surprised because of the stern silence that had overcame her all dawn. The rain poured down harder, Yellow noticed, but she didn't need to worry. "I need you."
Dody's heads perked right up and nodded aggressively, showing its determination to help Yellow. Yellow beamed cheerfully at Dody, massaging its two heads' chins, then, hoisting herself on his saddle on his back.
For a quick moment, Yellow felt a weird sensation explode inside her skin when she climbed up on Dody's back- perhaps they had never felt anything so warm in their life, Yellow guessed, because she was still apparently damped. Clutching the straps of Dody's saddle very tightly and seating herself comfortably- though Dody couldn't possibly know that all she wanted, for now, was warmth- and pointing at the staircase.
"Dody! We've got to get up to the last upper floor!" said Yellow as Dody began to stomp its feet on the ground, digging its claws in the ground, to gain speed. "We might have a heavier weighing span but if the floor ever crumbles accidentally- we could scamper before we fall."
Dody's feet kicked the ground so suddenly that Yellow was taken back (literally), her straw hat flying behind her, caught in her hair (also literally) as Dody ran like greased lightning whilst the thunder bawled (the whole sentence is literal).
Yellow, one hand clutching firmly on Dody's saddle strap, another hand trying to catch her straw hat during Dody was on his way to the second floor, was obviously having difficulty in driving Dody while he ran up the stairs: his back kept leaping Yellow couldn't hold on. When they finally reached the middle of the room, Yellow can't help but struggle uncontrollably and think worryingly while a thought pierced her mind absentmindedly: They had to hurry before something happens to Barty.
There; Dody's foot trampled on a cracked floor but didn't fall because of his incredible speed, but that was the least of Yellow's worries; she could hear something approaching them from behind, something huge and flying, and she could hear the wings flap wildly from the storey-
"Chuchu!" yelped Yellow, throwing a pokéball in the air, wheeling around, spotting an Altaria flying behind them, her face sober and tired from sleepiness, "Thunderbolt!"
Chuchu's cheek pouches ignited with electricity; and voltage shot out from her fur and tail, Yellow saw in the corner of her eye even as she was maneuvering Dody, who was already stomping halfway to the third floor-
She kicked Dody's foot slightly hard, making him stop automatically, jumping from Dody's back uneasily and ran over to Chuchu's aid, crying out after Chuchu was brandished by Altaria's cotton-like tail, squealing with pain, "Chuchu! Thunder!"
The words escaped from her mouth before she could stop herself; Chuchu leaped from the ground, kicking her feet and hanging in the air, letting out a weak and feeble squeak, electricity shooting in all directions from her petite body which was so shocking, Yellow had to jump back and shield herself, and watch it all in horror-
Soon enough, when Chuchu's screech subsided into pants, Yellow had lowered her hands from herself, gritting her teeth apprehensively, afraid to open her eyes from the sight. She saw that Chuchu was hurt, badly, and tried to get to her but remembered that there were still nearly crumbled stone floor pavements and they will surely fall. She gulped.
Her eyes moved from Chuchu's fainting figure to the half-dead Altaria lying on the floor, spent, but alive. Yellow felt her own chest rise and drop gradually, even though her heart was thumping wildly in her chest chambers, trying to get out.
She hesitated on moving from her position, slightly frazzled, biting her quivering lower lip to make it stop. She could feel herself tremble terribly from uncertainty, though she had to act before something bad happens.
Yellow suddenly had an idea. But it would cost her. Outside, she could hear the storm's thunder rumble noisily. . . She glanced at Dody, nodding, when she heard Barty's raspy voice echo in the whole tower, making it shake violently again.
"Yaaaaguuuuuwwaaaaaaaggghhh!" she stuttered, feeling herself tremble as the tower did, gripping on to Dody's ankle firmly. Her eyes still glued on to the two pokémon lying unconsciously on the floor, hopeless: she couldn't possibly concentrate clearly with this going on.
Yellow closed her eyes and bit her tongue, hand still clutched on to Dody's ankle, now more tensely, focusing. . . White light. . . Chuchu. . . must get her to safety. . . She must be here. . . here in Yellow's arms. . .
Although Yellow didn't see it, having her eyes closed shut, a mysterious light engulfed Chuchu, who was seven meters away from Yellow, and soon enough surrounded both Altaria and her, and they both began to move jerkily.
Chuchu's left ear gave a sudden twitch when rubbles were falling from the ceiling of the storey; Dody made a quick movement but stopped himself immediately when the two fainted pokémon made their way towards Yellow, dodging every rock crumbling from the third floor- barely.
Both Altaria and Chuchu, the two of them floating in midair weirdly, their heads hanging in a bizarre manner, not even realizing they were doing anything, were nothing but disturbing to Dody, whose beak had hung open: he had never seen his master do that. Sure, he sees she could heal pokémon but this. . . this is just plain grotesque to watch.
Yellow's eyes flashed open when the tremor stopped and by feeling Chuchu's fur brush against her hair. She'd broken her concentration and had recalled Chuchu to her ball automatically.
She noticed the weird look on Dody's faces and said, with mock heatedness, "What? Oh, come on. Just because you've never been able to do that inside a pokéball attached to my fishing rod doesn't mean that you won't believe Ratty."
Dody looked dumbfounded thrice more, judging by his looks. Yellow's smile changed into a serious frown- not wasting time, then, turning to Altaria's mangled body, she spread her fingers and placed a gentle hand on top of its head, breathing heavily.
She could feel her energy being sapped from her. . . She'd never felt so weak her entire life. . . So weak. . . So. . . vulnerable. . . She couldn't help but sleep. . .
Yellow yelped when she felt something bite her cheek affectionately; the Altaria was cuddling her face warmly. Yellow beamed back, patting its head and getting up the saddle, though preventing her yawn to escape, she said, "Just be careful, 'kay?"
Altaria nodded and flew down the lower staircase going down to the first floor, free. Yellow watched as its blue tail disappear to the lower floor furtively, her hands tightly gripping to Dody's saddle, then Dody kicked off the ground and proceeded to the third floor. Yellow had just realized something and bent over to open her bag at the time Dody had already reached the stairs of the third floor. She sprayed something noxious around herself and Dody, who was trying hard not to get distracted.
Yellow instantly read his thoughts much to Dody's disdain, bending over to look at Dody's supposed-focused faces, "It's not what you think- it's just Max Repel, see?"
When she tried to hold out her hand to Dody's head nearest to her, he jerked his head away and tackled it against its middle head, making it squawk with contempt as the only remaining peaceful head maneuvered them, which Yellow thought of as worth a laugh.
"Have a laugh sometimes, Dody," she said, after a pause, lying her back and relaxing, forgetting about her worries, careful not to hit her head on the ceiling of the 27th floor.
"You're always serious-" she added suddenly after another silence, then carelessly hit her head when she sat bolt upright. "Ow!"
Dody's heads made a shrill cry of what seemed to be, in pokémon language, laughter. Yellow's eyes stifled warm tears and realized that she was already dry by looking at a cracked hole in the wall of the 46th floor. . .
It was still dark, so it must still be four-thirty at the least or a quarter to five. . . She mopped her tears with her sleeve and pondered a bit about Gold and Uncle Wilton. . . Gold's eyes were what Yellow had missed since she had left the hut unattended, but she could've just told him. . . And Uncle Wilton. . .
Something unnerving moved jerkily inside Yellow's stomach. What would he do to her when they- if they found out? Would he get mad like he always does to Gold? At times when he was mad she could just comfort him with her sweet, innocent, brown-amber eyes, making him feel better. Gold. . . He was a special case. Yellow giggled softly when she reminisced Gold's acts towards their uncle. Gold was always the perverse type, but they never did know whom he had gotten his perverseness- and no one probably will, because it's one of the wonders of the world that remained to be out of everyone's curiosity. His crush towards Blue and Chris seemed to develop into something bigger. . . And Yellow's mind didn't dare delve that deep. But she wonders (out of innocent curiosity) what he does with Silver? They always walk down the road from school together, share battles together, and even tried to sneak into Blue's bathroom together (Silver was extremely flustered). But was there something else? Something she didn't even realize yet? Something that only Crystal knows? She was, after all, always with them, being peers and all, but wasn't Gold a pervert? Wasn't he already attracted to the female?
Something had made Yellow giggle mysteriously. Men, she thought. She wonders again, delving deep into her memories. . . Sapphire was a complete tomboy whom no one should ever mess with; Ruby was some kind of mixed-up flop who goes with anything associated with fashion. . . Yellow shuddered at the thought. He actually tried to dress her up with short skirts in her room and a top and everything, he was the one who even made hairstyles for her on sixth grade in graduation, placing heavy make-up in her face completely so that when she looked at the mirror, she won't recognize herself.
Gold didn't, too- his mouth had dropped to the ground when he took one look at Yellow. And he was like, "WHAT THE HELL?". Yellow cast Ruby a weird look dubiously. She looked at the mirror and saw her reflection: her hair was dyed with brown. Brown. Brown. Brown. Brown. Brown!
Yellow giggled at the memory, then sat up and began to drive Dody again, regaining her strength.
...
It seemed like forever when they finally reached the floor closest to the peak, though it had only been twenty minutes; as Dody's foot stomped on the last step of the stairs to the 199th floor, Yellow breathed, "It's five fifteen."
Dody nodded, then continued to jump over small boulders, showing signs of tiredness. Yellow jerked the straps of the saddle a bit, indicating that they should stop- Dody rested at the foot of the stairs of the last floor to the peak of the tower: Yellow could already hear the thunder crashing, and somebody shouting above and a loud sound that appeared to be how the earth trembles when a tremor occurs; but there were no signs that there was one.
Gulping nervously, Yellow jumped off Dody reluctantly, and recalled him to his pokéball, saying, "Thanks, Dody. You've done well today."
Then, turning to the stairs, she took one step and was utterly surprised that it didn't crumble like the previous ones had. Helping herself to get up there with curiosity and determination, she ran up the stairs, excitement pounding inside her chest, feeling her brain heave her head down even though she was walking up the stairs. . .
When she stepped on the very last tread of the staircase, she gasped in horror: the clouds were centering the tower itself, where Yellow had seen lightning appear every second, flashing with great light, rain still pouring wildly everywhere and showing no sign of stopping soon. The dark clouds seemed to be keeping distance from a lone figure at the centre of the peak; Barty.
"B-Barty!" Yellow shrieked, clutching on to her straw hat tightly, making her way to him against the gusts' direction. He ignored her, shouting still.
"Oh, Mirage Island, whose whereabouts remain unknown, whose path has been banished from the seeking eyes of mankind. . . Appear before me now!"
Yellow narrowed her eyes; it was definitely Barty, but why was he summoning Mirage Island? Hasn't that island, Yellow had recalled Gold say that earlier, been sighted and been lost once again? What was so special about it that some people have to search hard for it?
"B-Barty!" she called again, now much louder, afraid that if he can't hear her, she would walk closer to him- it was worse already that she was out in the rain-
Rain. Rain. What rain? She could hear the rain, but she couldn't feel it. . . She looked up- horror flushed her face red as she watched a huge island- even huger than this island- float above the tower.
She suddenly recalled that there were rumblings around the tower earlier; was this what caused it? Nothing but shock had taken over Yellow's mind. There was an island above her, nothing wrong with that, right? It's just an island, RIGHT? It's not like I'm gonna get crushed below it! This is just a dream, right? RIGHT?
But it wasn't. It was real. It was in front of her- no, on top of her. Yellow could even feel the weird atmosphere the huge island had brought around the tower, making it fall silent so suddenly, even Barty turned around to look-
"What are you doing here, young lady?" he demanded tensely, horror Yellow had never seen flush his face. "You shouldn't be here! It's coming! They're coming! They're going to take you!"
"W-what?" said Yellow stupidly, not catching a word he said. She got swept by the wind and was suddenly in front of Barty, who was looking nothing but windswept and ballistic, so ballistic that it made Yellow wince when he raised his voice again.
"You shouldn't have followed! M-Mirage Island. . . approaches!" he said in a rigid voice, gripping Yellow's shoulder, who had, in turn, gone as hoarse as he had. His once blue, slightly bloodshot eyes were now bulging slits.
"Ap. . . Approaches?" Yellow repeated carelessly, stuttering. Next thing she knew, she was being dragged by Barty to the staircase on his orders, which she followed reluctantly. Suddenly, something blasted in the middle of the now-crumbled roof of the tower halfway to the stairs.
Yellow had seen Barty shield himself of the sand and dust flying in the air as she just closed her eyes from the dust particles, seeing a dark, large figure in the thunder-and-rain-mixed-with-sand-storm closing in on her. . . And everything went black, the last thing she heard was Barty shouting.
...
"D'you think he'll be okay?" said a voice Yellow didn't recognize. She felt her head throb, wanting to massage it with her hand, but she can't even feel it. Her curiosity was overtaking her body, but didn't dare open her eyes. His voice sounded worried, as if he was concerned of Yellow. They thought she was a boy.
"Wait a while, Red, you're so impatient," said another male voice from the other side of Yellow. She could feel her face blush because there were two teenage boys at either side of her bed, Yellow suspected, looking after her.
She heard the boy named Red's voice grow louder, "I am not impatient!"
"Shut up, he'll wake up," said the other voice calmly, placing a hand over Yellow's forehead; she could feel heat rise up to her face and radiate throughout her body and was surprised they weren't feeling hot. He clicked his tongue sympathetically. "He'll be awake soon, by the looks of it."
She felt a huge breath brush against her hair, smelling his breath; it wasn't unpleasant, to be honest, but it wasn't delightful either, although Yellow couldn't get any flustered than now.
She opened her eyes, pretending she'd just waken, careful not to accidentally drop her straw hat, she blinked and sat upright, looking at each of their faces.
It seemed as if Red was the one with the crimson eyes, obviously. She raised her eyebrows out of curiosity, wanting to deepen her gaze into his eyes: they were shining with concern and relief, he was concerned for her. . . She tried not to blush, with great success, and looked at his other features; he was strapping, broadshouldered, and well-built, judging by his muscular arms, which Yellow attempted to avoid staring at; his hair was messed up, standing up in all directions, and Yellow had guessed that he had never combed his hair. His skin wasn't tan, but it wasn't pale, either, they were just normal with a tinge of light-pink. He was smiling down at her welcomingly. She felt her face burn.
Then she examined the other boy, who was beginning to sit upright (Yellow had now known she wasn't on bed, but on a thick blanket used in beaches), his emerald-green eyes locked on to hers. He quickly glanced away, in what Yellow thought was embarrassment, so that Yellow was left to look at his other features, careful not to stare at anywhere near the chest. He wasn't as well-built was Red was, but he did seem to apparently work out every other day. The boy's height was a few inches taller than Red's, so he must be really tall, because Yellow had guessed that, from the deepness of Red's voice, they all must be tall and big for their age.
"Who're you?" she asked, her voice cracking, trying to sound as manly as possible. Puberty was already ahead of her. At a split second, Yellow recalled everything that happened. . . She lied down the blanket again, rubbing her head; she had several bruises already, she could feel it, but she just ignored them for God's sake. Where the hell was she? She knew she'd be swept away again- just not at this time and here . . .She was standing on top of the tower. . . Barty was summoning Mirage Island. Something odd squirmed inside her: Mirage Island was on top of her. It wasn't a dream. It can't be. Then there was this storm
"I'm Red," said Red, interrupting Yellow from her sudden thoughts, extending a friendly hand to her, beaming. Yellow took it and shook hands with him, much to her sheer embarrassment. The other boy, who was just standing there, watching, raised his eyebrows at Yellow, looking curious. Yellow shook her head, she must be seeing things.
She stood up to her full height (noticing that Red and the other boy were really, very tall, excluding the fact she was kind of short), and held out a hand in the same manner Red had. Yellow had seen that the boy looked slightly surprised, then he shook it, barely smiling, saying in a flat tone, "Green."
"Eh? What's green?" said Yellow, looking around; she saw Red was hiding his urge to laugh loudly, covering his hand over his mouth, though Yellow didn't know why. She turned back to the boy, who was slapping his forehead repeatedly.
He walked over to Red's side and slapped his back, making him wince on the floor. Yellow noticed that he wasn't very nice to Red at all, and vice versa, seeing him shout out to Red, who was still laughing silently, by the looks of it, "You would feel this way too if you've got my bastard of a grandfather naming you Green!"
Yellow couldn't help but feel sorry for the two, but she felt a huge wave of amusement surround their awkward atmosphere. Then she can't help but turn and look at the trees, the scenery; it looked as if she was in a forest. Another thought crept inside her mind. . .
"Where am I?" she asked the two wrestling boys, who didn't notice her until this point since, making them stop. Red pushed Green to the ground and turned to look at Yellow.
"You don't know?" he said, though clearly not surprised, judging by his tone. Yellow raised her eyebrows; was she supposed to know? "I'll be surprised if you do."
Green stood up as well, patting the dirt on his clothes, glaring murderously at Red, then turned to Yellow, replying coolly, "I'll be, too. Mirage Island only comes to that island they took you off from once a month."
A/N: Thanks for taking time to read! I owe no one but old Barty, and this fanfiction idea! I'm sorry I made this kind of short, but my sister and brother were arguing nearby and I can't concentrate! I, being the peaceful one, ignored them. They always do this. Oh well! Please review to let me know what you think! But, yep, I know, the chapter title says, "Sky Pillar" even though there isn't any mention of it in the chapter. But Sky Pillar is the "tower" Yellow referred to.