Author's Note:

It's Yellow's birthday, so I'm posting the Specialshipping chapter. I feel like this one is longer, but it's the kind of thing that I can relate to -.-" oh well. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YELLOW I'm so sorry for making her sad!

Rant over! Read on!

-Silvia

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!

Invisible

It had been days. Weeks. Months. Years.

It was impossible for Yellow to track how many times the clock had spun around since she first met the boy that stole her heart. It could have been love at first sight. She had been in the line of fire of a demonous Dragonair when she was knocked to the ground, and her brave savior defended her.

So when she discovered the boy who had made promises to her, the boy who had taught her, the boy she drew over and over in her notebook was missing, she dove headfirst into danger to rescue him.

They had been through so much together; so many fights, so much danger, alongside the other dexholders.

Yet she still felt like he was so high above her. That he was unattainable, that her dreams were irrational, that he could look her in the eye and still be staring right through her.

Because Red was an oblivious boy, so he never recognized what she felt for him.

Every joke he made was just that much funnier in the eyes of the petite blonde, every smile he sent her way sent heat to her cheeks and made her stomach flutter, but he never seemed to notice that. Her love was completely undetectable to him.

And why should he notice? Yellow knew how popular he was as champion and as a dexholder. Any girl he liked would accept his feelings in a heartbeat—at least, Yellow knew she would. He could very well sweep any beautiful or strong girl off her feet; Misty, Blue, anyone.

But Yellow's own mind she was neither strong nor beautiful. She was just a clumsy, irritatingly short girl who was too shy to even tell her feelings to a boy she had known for years.

Because he smiled at her. And he talked to her. And he inspired her, and saved her, and thought to protect her in moments of danger, and remembered to call her when he wanted to discuss something.

But he never returned her long-harbored feelings. When he—if ever—thought of love, would he even consider her? Her, the girl who he saved all those years back? Her, the girl he thought was a boy?

Even the other dexholders were able to see Yellow's feelings for the red-eyed champion, everyone knew, everyone but him. Blue said she'd try to work her "matchmaker magic", but Yellow told her not to bother. If Red wasn't able to notice her on his own, would he ever truly come to love her?

Sometimes she'd wish that she didn't love Red. Sometimes she wished she harbored feelings for someone else, another one of her friends that could return her feelings and they could be happy together.

But then she would think that no one would notice her feelings. Everyone was so out of her league, she'd think, although it wasn't true. She'd believe that no one would ever love such a shy, quiet girl.

And other times she would sit and wish that she could live in a fairytale. She would be a damsel in distress, with a frightening dragon looming over her, prepared to fire, when a dashing, brave, handsome prince—Red, if that wasn't already apparent that he would appear in her daydreams—would swoop in and save her.

Then again, that had already happened in Viridian Forest. The only problem was; the prince was too dense to see the shy damsel's feelings.

And Red could very well be a prince being the champion of Kanto. Why would he ever settle for a peasant when he could have a princess if he chose?

Yellow felt like she was walking in circles; no matter how hard she tried to think of a solution to her predicament, she just ended up in the same place, treading the same path, unseen by the boy forever plaguing her thoughts, whether it be willingly or unwillingly.

And it pained her, but she knew that the one boy she loved could look right through her, as if she were invisible.