AUTHOR'S NOTE
ME: Well- I don't know what's worst- I made someone feel bad of themselves or I just hadn't slept last night and I feel like I could burst-
YELLOW: You hadn't SLEPT last night?
ME: Skip that question. There was a blackout rotation-
REPLIES TO REVIEWS
Pika127: What were you sorry about? =/ Sorry, I can't figure it out-
GOLD: Would you STOP that?
ME: Stop what? I haven't even YET ONCE put in the dot-
GOLD: Stop making RHYMES!
ME: I didn't even notice. Well- I love being an author =) I just hate being clueless =/ Oh, and I'm in a hurry to actually FINISH this story because I have a lot of ideas exploding in my mind- nothing too bad- and I'm scared if I won't publish it in the future, then it might just be stolen =P
THE NINTH CHAPTER: TWO ACCIDENTS AT ONCE
Yellow sat up and placed the goggles on the bedside table and thought about fishing for a while. If Red was going to show up here without her, then what was she going to tell him? She thought about leaving a note- but she still didn't know where she was going to fish.
She'd heard the waves crash together at the seaside near here, but she just didn't get it. Wasn't Mirage Island banished? Or was a certain part of the ocean at Hoenn banished without a trace with it? Yellow sometimes thought that when she woke up, the whole Mirage Island thing had been a lie and a prank- which she thought was by Gold- but now. . .
. . . She wished it really was- a joke. Now that she came to think of it- this whole world seemed to be a joke. All of it. Yellow came to reality when she realized that she was staring at the goggles again; the glass reflecting her eyes- and she always had been sobered by the fact that they always remind her of Gold. Then a sudden thought came unbidden to her in her mind that she's just noticed after her vision had returned its sight from staring too much: Uncle Wilton and her don't have anything in common in physical appearance at all.
Sure, they love to fish- but was that it?
Despite the thoughts running inside her mind that made her so uneasy that she wanted to launch a debate with herself to know to let the discomfort leave her body- she decided to let it go by thinking of another thought- a rather discomforting afterthought about her hunger; she could feel the pain inside her stomach squirm like mad. Was there a house in here for stranded strangers who'd been mistaken to be a girl? (But when Yellow thought about it, they were right.) Then she remembered Red saying that this was the first in history. . . But they really never saw this coming? They had a great number of scientists here, after all.
Her stomach growled louder and Yellow groaned, frustrated that she can't keep it calm for at least a second or two. . . It's been a month since she hadn't eaten. . . Good Lord, she wondered how she survived. But she thought she can't for longer; if she can't get killed from curiosity then she will get killed by hunger. . . And that just might be in a few seconds from now. . .
Yellow jumped up from the bed and grabbed her fishing rod from under her bed, stumbling to get up as she extended the wooden stick and the line- it was so long that it nearly hit the ceiling when Yellow stood up.
"I've got to find food here," she muttered to herself in a tone of panic. She hasn't any money brought here- if she had, they might've dropped on the ground at Ample Plains or something- and she was really starving- how she survived without food for a whole month- she didn't know, though she was itching to find out.
She strode over to the corner of the room and strapped her belt bag around her waist- it was a bit big for her, but she could handle it; though it was dangling. She needed Dody to help her out a little- the lake here or the ocean just might be a little further than she would expect.
Yellow opened the door of the bathroom and washed her face with water before taking her straw hat off, wiping her face with her sleeve automatically: it was refreshing- so refreshing that it just had kept her hunger at bay along with her thirst.
She wheeled around and opened the cabinet with both of her hands and filched her- the thing she wears over her turtle-neck that reaches her knees that's yellow and she doesn't even know what it's called? That- and put it on and sprinted outside, closing the bathroom door- forgetting that the cabinet was still open- and darted to the corner of the room to fetch her boots.
Yellow put them on hastily, sitting at the side of her bed with her back lying on it. As soon as she had them on, she bounce off the bed and, not forgetting about her fishing rod, still running, though lowering her speed, grabbed her fishing rod and bolted to the sliding door, almost forgetting it did slide, and slid it open, nearly sliding herself, and slid it close as Red did last night- or seven nights ago- whatever- and was grateful that there was no one outside and that there were walls around and slid open the sliding door again.
She bolted to the bathroom hurriedly and closed the cabinet and came back out adjusting her straw hat on, and ran outside again, sliding the door open and close more hastily than ever. She heard a clock chime loudly and she fell on her knees, covering her ears as it did-
BONG!
Yellow kept her head down and gritted her teeth: was this for the whole island to hear? Because if it was, then that would explain why it's so loud-
BONG!
She could feel her eardrums being exploded just by the loud sound- and, if possible, it was even louder than the first one.
BONG!
Yellow caught her breath- she could feel herself trembling. . .
BONG!
Her insides seemed to be exploding more violently than her eardrums were.
BONG!
The louder the clock chimes, the more Yellow could feel her hearing lose its purpose inside her ears.
BONG!
How long was this going to continue- or better, end? To Yellow, it seemed like an eternity in there, crouched down, feeling like a huge idiot- though that wasn't the only feeling she could feel. Other than idiocy, she could feel herself floating away. . .
BONG!
Yellow breathed in- she couldn't even hear herself think- for all she knew, this was going to be painful unless this was going to stop in the next-
BONG!
Then it became silent. . . Who knew?
Yellow's ears were ringing- she's never heard a louder and noisier silence in her whole life. She managed to stand up, nervously, and look around her area- she couldn't hear anything for a while, then her hearing came back after the ringing in her ears silenced themselves.
It was weird how she couldn't hear just a second ago and now she still couldn't hear anything because it was so silent and everything was so still and steady- or was she really not hearing anything? Yellow tried checking her hearing by making soft clopping noises- she could still hear, thank God.
She scratched her cheek, looking at her surroundings unconsciously. How was she going to open the Gateway- or the Access- or whichever? She surely mustn't eat at the Refectory, looking like this- and if Red's gone to the Gateway- or the Access- or whichever gate opens the school- then that must mean that there're classes going on. . .
But the Access must be always open. . . And there must be an eatery outside at the town: but she can't eat there. . . she hasn't got any money. But if she'd explain to them that she was- but, counting the number of "bong"s of the clock that chimed earlier- which, in fact, was eight times- it was still too early for the shops to open.
Yellow sighed and tossed her pokeball in the air, grudgingly, looking high in the sky, gazing at the ball as it reached eight feet off the ground, shielding the sun. It opened as it did before, and a red light came out from within it, taking its shape into the form of a pokemon with a circular body shaping into one with two legs and three heads popping out from it. When the pokemon engulfed in the red light got big enough, it reached the ground as its feet's extended and the red light seemed to have made a breaking sound- it continued until its whole body was free of the red light and the pokemon let out cries- it had three heads, go figure.
"Awesome, Dody," said Yellow, climbing up his saddle carefully- was it just Dody or did she grow a little taller? Either way, she was proud if either of them had grown or shrunk. If it was her, then it must be from the whole month's sleep- if it was Dody, well, she could get her hopes up sometime. She held on to her straw hat while her other hand gripped on her fishing rod and Dody's saddle strap. The only problem was that she didn't know where she could fish. "Erm, Dody!"
She gave Dody a nudge as he gave a little grunt and it let out another roar- or roars. Yellow gulped and realized that the tip of her fishing rod was poking one of Dody's heads in the eye. She adjusted her hat on again and gulped- she forgot how to do this. Yellow withdrew her rod and it returned to its normal short height.
"Dody," she said impatiently, literally shaking, as Dody yawned and stretched his legs quite lazily. "Dody- if you're through with that, can we go now?"
At first, she thought Dody would jump and bite her, but he was actually eyeing his surroundings curiously, his heads tilting themselves almost automatically, staring at the roofs of the nearby dorms.
"Dodes, let's go already!" said Yellow, losing her patience almost in spite of her pathetic situation- but Dody still wasn't listening. Nearly furious, Yellow gave him a slight kick in the ribs- she thinks it was the ribs- almost instinctively and Dody began running at his fastest speed.
"Duh-du-du-duh-duh- DODY!" she stuttered, trying to keep her balance while hanging on to Dody, gripping on her fishing rod, and trying her best to keep her head down to keep her hat on before something hits her on the head or something else.
She felt herself hit a tree branch but kept her balance the same time she kept her hat on, a few leaves from the branches still stuck between the straws of it.
"Do-do-do- Dody! Sluh-sl- SLOW DOWN-" she said, when she felt something bump and she was launched forward by the force and was fortunate that Dody had three heads because she just thought she hit one- if Dody did have only one head, he can't stay in focus. Her straw hat was over her eyes and she can't see where they've stopped. Yellow threw her hat backwards for a balance on her head to both keep it on and not keep it in front of her eyes.
"D-Dody- um, thanks. . ." she muttered, blushing. She let go of her hat- its brim bounced backward- and stroked his fur soothingly: she didn't need to remind him that she kicked him just to go- besides, it was an accident. She yanked away the hair that was in front of her face, looking up- she craned her neck to look at the familiar stone wall.
She heard Dody say something and Yellow smiled, embarrassed, patting him on his center head almost guiltily, "Right- I can't seem to figure out what password- What? Red and Green used a key! I just can't snatch it from the room. I don't even know where to find it!"
Yellow spotted Dody snort in defiance and she rolled her eyes in utmost frustration that he didn't understand, pouting, "I didn't even see him put it somewhere- I-I fell straight asleep. . ." she trailed off, not realizing what she was saying- and what she was doing.
She took furtive glances around her- there was nobody there. She sighed in relief and said quietly to Dody, her lips barely moving from suspicion, "Just take me somewhere with water- where there are fish- not fish pokemon, just fish," she added quickly. For a split of a second, she felt Dody's back twitch involuntarily. She didn't blame him: she didn't know where that'll be, so how could he? She scratched her neck almost automatically when she added, still quietly, "I don't have any money- so getting food here will just take me to improvising like we did on the island we were stranded on: fish."
Now all Yellow needed to worry about is how to open the Access (AKA the gate in front of her). Red did it by using that key of his- now what does Yellow have? She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, thinking deeply. She can't jump out, that's for sure. She glanced behind her shoulder reproachfully- she recalled Red saying something about a lasagna in the fridge. . . Then again- Red must've eaten it already. But it was worth checking-
Yellow shook her head. Nope, she made it this far, and she didn't know how she could get back without doing anything in the room. But even boredom was worth it if she had a full stomach. There was television there- but she doubted whether they had signal. . . Because if they had, then they would have cellular phones here as well with a strong signal- Who was she kidding, of course there wasn't a signal here, this island was banished.
"Come on, Dodes," she said softly, pulling the saddle to her right followed by Dody's three heads. She just thought of something- this school was huge, so there must be a small pond here or something. If they were studying about Science, then surely there was a pond, because of the transformations of a Poliwag to a Poliwrath would spicen the lesson up. Plus, they'd have to learn there were animals in this world, too (In the pokemon world, there are mostly pokemon and only quite a few animals: animals are creatures- like pokemon- that have no powers of anything and look really weird in comparison). "If we can't exit the school, then we'd just have to find a pond here- somewhere," she added quietly, more to herself than to Dody.
Dody obeyed her orders and left a pile of dust behind them as he darted forward. Yellow could feel her stomach growling and was afraid that breakfast- 31 breakfasts, 30 lunches, and 30 dinners to make up for it- will have to wait until they nab a fish in the pond. Dody's footsteps were louder than Yellow thought they'd be, and Yellow had to duck to keep herself from being thrown back because the branches of the trees there were very low- and she can't not stay hidden under the shade of the tree because if something unexpected happens- something that involves her hat- she's doomed.
So far, they'd passed a hundred yards from the Access- and a few hundred more from the dorm- without being seen and had been well-hidden: Yellow instructed Dody to keep its three heads down and hide behind the trees while running around to find a pond- at least one should be here- it had to be here.
Dody leapt over a five-foot boulder- Yellow wondered bewilderedly how that got there- and she could've sworn there were figures that had been hiding ever since he- Dody- did- jump over the boulder. Yellow shook her head dismissively- she must be imagining things. She thought she caught something in the corner of her eye and glanced at her right: there was the pond- they were behind the school: and most importantly, there were no windows- she gave Dody a slight kick in the ribs and he skidded to a halt.
Yellow felt herself being thrown forward and gave a wince, feeling her left cheek sore again as her face hit against Dody's head. She wiped the- was that drool, or worse, blood?- off her chin and murmured quickly at Dody, "Sorry."
How was she supposed to fish there? What with huge rocks and stones around? Really huge rocks and stones- they were, by far, bigger than the one Dody had just leapt over. . .
She gulped as she craned her neck- she could see the water between the boulders surrounding it, but it seemed almost impossible to insert yourself between them. . . And what was all of this doing here? She looked at Dody for help but he just turned his three heads at her with the same look she's giving him. Yellow squinted her eyes hopelessly at him, almost as if she was giving him a look that said, "Really. . . ?"
She shook her head pityingly- almost in spite of herself- and got off Dody's saddle clumsily, her feet tangled up in the straps, trying her hardest to loosen them, and when she did, she fell on the ground behind the bushes.
"Oh, shoot- thanks, anyway, Dody," she said, trying to get up the bush. One of Dody's heads extended themselves and pulled Yellow up by biting her sleeve helpfully. She smiled at him nervously and patted him on the head- two heads- and his third one snuggled its cheek against her painful one while Yellow paid attention to the huge boulder wall.
She stared at the area they were in: who puts a pond in the middle of the road somewhere to class? Someone insane would, Yellow thought bitterly- they would've at least let the trees here grow taller so that she could climb. . . Or maybe smaller rocks would do. The longer the time stretched while Yellow thought of a solution, the crazier her idea gets.
She glanced reproachfully at Dody, who looked at her expectantly. She gave him a hopeless nod while frowning slightly. Her stomach was growling like crazy and she hasn't drunk anything as well- it was like surviving something out of nothing. Yellow held her breath and tightened her stomach- now that. . . was a metaphor.
"I'm gonna do it, Dody," she said, adjusting her hat without turning around to face him- she had spoken as if that was her last sentence. She half-glanced at him half-expecting that was half-hopefully. Yellow had gone completely mad- she was about to climb up the boulder wall and fish there no matter how tall that thing was- this was about her eating and nothing's going to stand in her way. Nothing. Hell, she even didn't even share her pancakes to Gold when she came back from PE practice. If that wasn't hell, then she couldn't wait for another swearword to emphasize how this felt now.
"Wish me luck- I'm gonna climb this thing," And hopefully still be alive after that, she felt like adding, and she was lucky that pokemon can't read her thoughts. She gulped and tried to look brave. She added almost reprovingly, "And if I fall or anything, catch me, please."
Behind her, she thought she saw in the corner of her eye Dody rolling his six eyes and shaking his heads pityingly. Yellow sighed and stepped over the bush and readied herself. Gulping, she adjust both her hat and her belt bag while standing in front of one boulder, examining it. In closer inspection- to Yellow, at least- it wasn't a boulder at all. . .
Yellow raised her hand and made it feel around the boulder in front of her and it was surprisingly smooth- which was weird. Boulders aren't supposed to be smooth: not when they were surrounding a small pond. It depended on where they were placed, and this doesn't seem to be what Yellow thought it was. . . She craned her neck and looked up: this boulder was huge. She can't possibly climb it without even knowing what it is.
She pressed her ear on the smoothest part she can find of it and tapped it with her finger- there was surprisingly a sound. A loud sound. She withdrew herself from it and scratched her chin. There has to be a way to get behind this rock- thing. Or over it, more like. She can't just squeeze through the gap between the rock- thing, can she? For one thing, she thinks she just won't fit. For another- Yellow knew this for a reason- she just might fall into the pond straightaway. And the last thing, if she could enter there, how on earth will she be able to get out of- of that?
Yellow decided her best option was to climb over it. Which. . . was. . . bad. She hadn't an idea how to climb the stupid thing. If she had, then she'd get this over and done with earlier- much earlier. She'll just have to use a pokemon that's great in climbing rocks.
That's made out of the same thing.
Hurriedly, excitedly, hastily, hungrily- where did that come from?- she nipped a pokeball from her belt bag and tossed it in the air a not a feet high above her shoulder.
The pokeball opened in an almost climatic way despite the background and setting of the situation and it formed into something huge. Two hands sprouted from the red beam of light and formed a shape of something large- and it looked as if it had just erupted- and rough-skinned: as its final features imploded from the red light, Yellow grinned and stepped out of the way as it was pulled down by gravity and landed on the ground shakily, growling, its black eyes staring at its new environment that it just now had seen.
"Hiya, Gravvy!" said Yellow happily, walking over to his side and hugging him affectionately. Gravvy let out a threatening roar- which Yellow was so used to that she didn't even wince at this- and limbered its stony muscles as Yellow backed away. Yellow glanced behind her and smiled fleetingly at Dody, giving him a thumbs up. She turned to Gravvy and said, bending over to half her height so that she was just Gravvy's size. "Look, Gravvy, we don't- I don't have much of a time left until I-"
She paused, lost at thought. She looked down at Gravvy with apologetic eyes and wanted to continue.
"- until I- you know- starvation," she said, then she went on without pausing again, a bit more confidently, "And I want- er, scratch that- need you to get me up there. Can you do that- for me?"
Gravvy simply looked at her face- her eyes, mostly- and his- huger- black ones seemed to tell Yellow a lot more than what she could get out of his mind. He needed to think about it first. After all, he was a deep thinker. Yellow could wait- if it meant food, she had to.
He nodded while a smile curled his lips- stony lips- and Yellow can't help but smile as well- of course she can't help but smile as well. If it meant food, she'll just have to go along.
"All right- just climb this up- don't destroy it!" she added hastily, because Gravvy was showing signs- a lot of it- of wanting to break the boulder- thing a bit excitedly. Yellow tried again, tension rising in her body- particularly, her stomach. She rubbed the creases on her forehead- was this whole experience making her feel as if she was stressing out. . . like Chris- and sighed frustratingly. "Okay, okay- ju-just grab me- no, not here- here! That's it!"
Gravvy was now holding her by the hips and paused suddenly when Yellow shifted uncomfortably in her position: this wasn't much of a great experience- nor a comfortable one, to be honest. Gravvy's arms were tougher- and rougher- than she reckoned they were the last time. She much preferred to be flown over there than to climb there- but she had no choice at all.
"G-Gravvy- y-you could c-cl-climb now," said Yellow, her eyes covered with her hands. She heard Gravvy mutter something and was flared up at once, raising her hands away from her eyes. "Hey! That wasn't-"
But before she could even say another word, Gravvy had already started climbing up and they were already ten feet off the ground when Yellow felt her hat fly away but immediately caught it and adjusted it hastily before letting out a gasp of horror on how high up they already were.
"G-Gravvy! This isn't-!" she spluttered, her hunger being replaced by horror and panic- she could do flying, of course, but rock climbing that's twenty-five feet off the ground- she can't stand this, and nor can she sustain her hunger from this- they were supposed to be there already- then Yellow's foot slipped from a rock they'd just passed and-
"GRAVVY!" she screamed, feeling herself slip from his grip and-
She saw Gravvy dashing down to the ground, hurrying as she fell- but she wished he could hurry faster- Yellow didn't want to scream out of terror- because that will give her away- and for another thing, she was still too shocked at how this all happened- she still hasn't let go of her fishing rod and tightened her grip on it all the more for precious life.
Yellow winced. She felt herself land on something softer than Gravvy's arms. She opened her eyes and loosened her grip on her rod- she was staring at the sky. She got up and smiled warmly at Dody.
"Erm- sorry," she said awkwardly. Dody nodded his three heads and pecked her sleeves warningly. She felt dizzy, frazed. . . Had it all happened within a split of a second? Yellow, still confused by the fall and had developed a keen suspicion about the boulder wall, whirled around and tried to seek for Gravvy- there he was, over the cloud-
Yellow could feel herself faint, but not from dizziness- her stomach had made a backflip and had started munching down itself all the while. She didn't feel anything but hunger and dizziness. . . She oggled at Gravvy, who had come down the boulder wall and had been looking at her with concerned eyes- she could feel Dody looking at her, too- and swayed back and forth. . .
She was tired, and she needed rest- from hunger, from terror, from panic- everything. . . Maybe if she would just open her eyes right now, this was all a dream- a nightmare, more like- and she could see Gold's eyes staring down at her, smiling like the creep he is, and Uncle Wilton smacking Gold in the head for laughing. . .
She was so wrong.
"I'm sorry, guys," she murmured, sighing hopelessly. She looked up the boulder wall one last time before she said, "I think I'll just have to- wait."
She stood up, still swaying, but other than that, fine, and tried to keep her balance from falling while she put up a bracing look at the both of them while she said, "That's it. I think we'll have to need Kitty-"
Hurriedly, Yellow nipped from her belt bag- she was running out of ideas but this seemed to be her best yet- and held out Kitty's pokeball for all of sthem to see. "I could always just hover up there, couldn't I? It's not like they had everything here under surveillance."
Without hesitating whatsoever- possibly due to the time they'd wasted talking about tactics on getting up there- Yellow tossed the ball into the air.
Red light emerged from the ball when it opened and it grew to something larger than Yellow in comparison- four wings sprouted from the red light- one under one each- and had grown antennas as its paw-sized hands formed before its small and pettite body had- its huge, protuberant eyes had formed last- its compound eyes were unpredictable and unreadable, more so because of his ambiguous nature. The red light that had so been there until it was fully formed shot back and imploded as Kitty formed, stretching his wings, glad of his freedom.
"All right!" said Yellow gleefully, excitement coursing in her veins swiftly as she looked at the lot of them encouragingly. "Let's get to it, everyone!"
She extended her arms out so that Kitty would attach his arms around her hips as she did- she could feel a slight tickle as Kitty did and can't stop smiling. "O-ok-kay, Kitty, let's go!"
She pretended glee because she was so damn hungry. Something inside her stomach squirmed unexpectedly when Kitty attached his hands around her hips, Yellow realized too late. But that didn't matter because she was going to fish for food- heavenly food. And it doesn't matter how long it'll take. What matters is that food will come to her- or she will come to it.
Yellow tightened the grip on her fishing rod as Kitty's wings flapped several times before they launched into the air, its line swinging below them. She kicked themselves off the ground and they took flight, and from that height they had launched, it seems as if Gravvy and Dody looked like ants- they'd gone too far up but she already knew how to control Kitty's flights just by instinct- but in this case and situation, she was to do it out of hunger.
"Okay- wait-" she stopped. Kitty did too, but he was still hovering his wings like mad, apparently not used to her weight- Yellow hadn't flown with her for a fair few years- Yellow didn't notice that for a while, because she was busy staring at the island- were they that far up now?- with pure interest.
It was. . . just like an ordinary island. But they weren't high up enough for Yellow to see all the island- she couldn't even see the half of it. She was just about to ask Kitty to fly a bit higher. . . when he already did.
"This is higher than we'd ever flown, Kitty!" she cried, panicking, the fishing rod in her grasp literally slipping from her grip as her hands grew colder from nervousness- a sort of weird habit her hands did whenever they were uneasy or nervous- or panicky.
Yellow's feet were trembling with terror and fright- though she was more interested in the view when she looked down to stare. What she saw struck realization into her mind and her panic had been replaced- what an unexpected surprise, her emotion had been replaced by something else. . . that seemed to be too predictable now- with an urge to discover more until all her questions were answered- and be explained thoroughly.
She felt her mouth hang in her jaw as she stared. She held up a hand when she sensed Kitty make a move. Yellow gazed into the island more thoroughly and squinted her eyes: Mirage Island looked slightly smaller than the island she, Uncle Wilton and Gold had been stranded to attempting to reach Slateport but missed that and Pacifidlog with the boat. . . which, Yellow had guessed, sank or crashed- she smirked- along with Silver's ipod Gold borrowed. The school alone seemed to take as much space as half of the island. Or more. There was Ample Plains. . . where she'd lain unconscious. . . for a month. Or something.
Something unpleasant lurched inside Yellow's stomach. She'd just darted her eyes to more of the island's features when she stopped as her heart leapt over her chest and felt it beating still within her neck. Mirage Island. . . had no oceans.
It was. . . floating. Just. . . floating. . . Above nothing. . . And mist seemed to endlessly surround it. . . Floating above nothing and ignoring the fact that an unknown fog arises every now and then and surrounding the island. Mirage Island only has a small town occupying it within the range of more than half of the island- maybe reaching 75%- the rest of the island looks deserted. . . And that's where Ample Plains was. Yellow squinted her eyes a bit more and gulped.
"Kitty. . ." she murmured quietly. She heard- and was sure she understood him, the only one who ever did, literally- what he said in response and she nodded slowly, agreeing with him. Yellow wanted to say something more when she went on ruthlessly, but nervously and absentmindedly, "I know. . . Either it's just my hunger. . . or this island was an insanely crazy idea to come up with to live here whether or not they had a choice between hell and survival. . ."
AUTHOR'S SECOND NOTE
ME: Yay! I finished this one! I finally did! After all that work! After all the nights I hadn't slept- A FEAT!
GOLD: Not exactly one, though.
YELLOW: Nicole-chan mentioned once again the missing ipod of Silver's.
GOLD: (Grumbles). . .
ME: It's your choice whether you'd like to review or not because I've no control over you whatsoever and I'm not forcing you to. . . Though it would be nice to know what you guys think. Thanks to all those who'd read! You guys rock! And special thanks to those who took time and actually gave FEEDBACK to me! It means a LOT! Anyway, moving on. . . Weird, right? Two accidents at once? It all had something to do next chapter. But I've to admit, this one's really short, all of my recent chapters had all been.