AUTHOR'S NOTE
ME: Thanks for reading the last chapter! XD I'm just in the mood today because I got REALLY excited over our Christmas party! My codename was Meridian Diamond! Nobody'll expect it'd be me!
GOLD: How come YOU get the cool nicknames? Okay, okay, so I've nicknamed a fair few Pokedex owners, but I mean, come on — nobody nicknames ME.
YELLOW: Haven't you used to call me, Straw Hat Gal? =/
REPLIES TO REVIEWS
Moonlit Obsidian Frost Zanpakto 19: That's Barty for you — actually; he's pretty much the evillest character here (LOL) And of course Yellow shouldn't die in here — I'll make sure she won't (a few injuries, but she won't die.) Oh? You like Cassava cake? I've got more if you want some?
Split Heart 1120: Glad you think so ^-^ Like I said, Barty's the evillest character here. And he just cares for himself . . . or does he? Muwahahahahaha! Have a chocolate ice cream! XD
XXX: Good Lord — CAN YOU READ MINDS OR SOMETHING? IT'S LIKE YOU COULD FIGURE THIS ALL OUT! Well, I may have explained Bill's character too much . . . hehehehe. But, seriously, you are a GENIOUS! YOU PRACTICALLY SOLVED WHAT I HAD A PLAN ON! Two minds think alike, huh? I'VE FOUND MY SIBLING (HUGS YOU SO TIGHT, YOU WINCE) And at least you actually SHARE, my siblings and I literally fight for a cup of ice cream — and thanks for the food! I was getting quite hungry, too! ^o^
GOLD: You did all that in such a hurry, didn't you?
ME: I did XD And this chapter's got a lame ending, and I'm REALLY LOOKING FOR SOME IDEAS FROM THE REVIEWERS!
YELLOW: I'm really sorry for you ={
ME: You shouldn't be sorry for me just because of that. You should be sorry because my female friends don't talk to me anymore ToT (SULKS IN A CORNER FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HER LIFE)
GOLD: I'm — I'm sorry? What d'you mean, FEMALE FRIENDS? I still don't think you have them anymore.
ME: (WAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIL)
YELLOW: Gold-chaaan! Can't you see she's crying? =(
GOLD: What? It's not like they're the only friends she's got, is it?
24th CHAPTER: VISIT
LOG TWELVE
SAME TIME; SAME DAY: MIRAGE ISLAND — FAST
SAME TIME; SAME DAY: SKY PILLAR ISLAND — 4:16 AM
"That's not a good thing, right?" said Yellow nervously, all her anger of Red ebbing away as he slid his leg off hers. Green, scowling still, but not from thinking that Yellow's question was irate, but from what Yellow understood was the title on the cover of the newspaper he threw on the bed — The Legends Awakening. But Yellow still had her eyes on him; he rubbed the creases on his forehead, heaving a loud sigh with his other free hand on his hip — she's honestly never seen him so troubled before, so this must be a really bad thing.
Red, meanwhile, had picked the newspaper up — it was called, the Dimension Seer — and furrowed his eyebrows questioningly — he must have read something there which was so interesting that caught his attention, because he raised the paper to eye level and unfolded it in such a hurry, his face was suddenly so close to the inked words.
"'On the 8th day of this month,'" Red read aloud, his eyes moving from one word to another so fast, it seemed like it was already rolling out of focus left and right — Yellow turned to look at him and listened carefully, furrowing her eyebrows and chose that Green just wanted to have a minute alone while they read. "'The Mirage Island town mayor, Samuel Oak, aged 58, who has been well-known to be conducting research on the island for almost 15 years, has late last night discovered the number rates of the weather were off the charts — and this was no coincidence.'"
"That must mean Kyogre's travelling!" exclaimed Yellow suddenly — the wrong weather at the wrong time . . . Red and Green acting out of the ordinary last night . . . the sudden change of the weather — the rain had suddenly poured. . . They were right to have reacted than usual — it was out of stimulus, and the stimulus, apparently, was literally moving — but one questioned irked Yellow's vein: how could Kyogre have awakened when Red and Green had the Jewels all along? And that just meant . . . "And Rayquaza! You've sensed it too, haven't you? It's supposed to live in the thickest layer of the atmosphere! Why's it abandoned its post?"
"That's just it, isn't it?"
Yellow turned her head to Green, who was now sitting down her bed, sighing heavily in frustration — he didn't look as calm as he did, but was as aggressive and somehow agitated as he'd been last night: something's definitely wrong. He kicked the thing nearest him — a woven basket just sitting on the floor that was hit flying in the air six feet off the ground — and stamped his foot hard on the floor. Red, behind Yellow, who sensed his movement in front of her, didn't ignore Green either, and he was deceptively serious about this too; he looked effortlessly at him, turning his neck, and clenched and unclenched his free fist.
"Calm down, Green," Red said — but it wasn't as soothing as Yellow expected: on the contrary, it was cold, dark and patient. Feeling slightly lost, Yellow bit her tongue from saying anything to intrude and placed her hands on her lap to distract her eyes from anywhere else. There was a sudden sound of paper being flipped — Yellow just had to guess that Red lost his trail of thought and had to do something to find his tracks — and she distractedly avoided anyone's eye: focusing on her twiddling fingers sitting on her lap, she gulped uneasily. Red cleared his throat and went on, "'This was no coincidence. His invention, the radar, was able to detect the movements of any kind of pokémon associated with the weather or the climate of Hoenn — and just last night, he's found a small figure in the form of a dot moving its way toward the sea of Pacifidlog — just an hour after that, there was another small dot that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and it seemed to be making its way, too, toward the small island off the coast of Pacifidlog —' I knew it."
Red sighed angrily and threw the paper across Yellow's lap — she winced slightly (more out of dread than surprise, because that's the only place where she didn't become uneasy to land her eyes on) — and it showed a black-and-white picture of a radar machine and what seemed to be two dots glowing not far from a small, mapped place titled, 'Route 219.' What's that got to do with Mirage Island, Yellow thought, holding the paper grudgingly up to eye-level, with her free hand tugging the collar of her pyjamas uncomfortably. At the corner of her eye, she saw Red eye her carefully out of the corner of his eye and she fidgeted awkwardly and understood that Red wanted her to continue the caption.
Not knowing where this will lead her, she nervously read the paper, thinking that she'll eventually find out soon enough, "Professor Oak had announced early this morning at the Refectory that Rayquaza and Kyogre are both making their way toward Mirage Island —'"
"See?" said Red, enraged. Yellow lifted her head from the paper, trembling slightly — this meant that even in Mirage Island she was in trouble. . . And a realization crept up Yellow's spine and she feared the worst to happen: Rayquaza was making its way toward the small island off the coast of Pacifidlog? Only two things flashed inside her mind when she dreaded the thought: Gold and Uncle Wilton. "I knew it. They're making their way here: and they're now planning to position on the island where it all happened."
"What's going to happen to my cousin and uncle?" yelled Yellow both in panicky anger and stressed discouragement — she glanced at either Green or Red, in the hope that they may have an idea. Green just buried his face into his hands, moaning — Red, however, gave a loud, frustrated noise and ran his fingers through his hair impatiently and stamped on the ground.
"I don't know at all anymore!" he shouted to himself. "But one thing's for sure, Groudon's not running late, and he still hasn't been awakened!
"What d'you reckon has happened, Green?" he said, cooling down. Yellow turned to look at Green; he was now patiently sitting on her bed, scrunching his forehead, and had his elbows placed on each of his legs, thinking deeply — this was one of those times Yellow had only seen someone so calm in such a life-threatening situation. . . Then again, he seemed to always be controlled and cool: but how does he maintain such a steady trail of thought and self-control?
He clicked his tongue, gave an audible sigh, and swung his head forward a bit — then he paused. "I think . . . that, since we've obviously haven't awakened Kyogre — with the result of stimulating Rayquaza to end another battle — then there must be someone else who had — someone who's touched the Jewels before."
Red gave a sudden splutter of frustration — however, Yellow thought this to be impossible — no one who's touched the Jewels before can still be alive; if what Green said was proven to be true, then maybe there was someone out there, someone unbelievably wicked and cruel, who wanted to have the same kind of power, the same kind of control. Another piece of memory had exploded in front of her mind's eye: 'There's someone out there who wants to get their hands on the Jewels. . .'
"Ahh!" yelled Yellow with a start — she cuffed her mouth with both her hands and felt her eyes widen. Red and Green looked at her, their eyes bulged. "Green — you'd mentioned that someone wants to get the Jewels — force them outside you — hadn't you? What if that someone had already touched it and is now trying to get it again? B-but then, he figured out that he's still had some of the powers — the side-effects — and used it to awaken Kyogre?"
Green's eyes lingered on her panicking figure for a full thirty seconds — long enough to make Yellow regret what she'd just said: maybe he'd just think she'd gone the wrong road, and she's far-out. She remained in her same, excited pose she'd positioned herself automatically that now turned to be awkward. Silence fell upon the three of them, and the only noise that was heard had been the air conditioner functioning loudly. Red, on the other hand, she saw at the corner of her eye, had stopped fidgeting and, for all she knew, moving.
"That. . ." said Green slowly, speaking for the first time after a long silence — Yellow's heart missed a beat; she didn't expect him to literally make out a comment of her sudden interjection, "can be possible. But nobody who's touched the Blue Jewel is still alive today. . ."
"Lemme read the paper," Red said abruptly, standing from his sitting position and seizing the paper from Yellow's loose grip — Yellow, who'd been in such a trance from surprise that Green actually liked her stupid idea that she didn't move a bit, didn't mind at all, but just silently celebrated her genius.
"'We, however, are forced not to accuse the current possessors of the Jewels, the Opted, Mister Red Crimson, and his own grandson, Green Oak,'" Red angrily read aloud, trembling as he did, but with furiousness: Yellow could see the paper's pictures optically moving. "'Even if all the evidences point to them — both the boys have been late that night, because the Senior Pupils patrolled all over, and found that they were not in their designated Dormitories. Oak's roommate, Daniel, 18, had reported his roommate was nowhere to be seen —' I knew Daniel can't be trusted."
"Enough about my stupid roommate," said Green impatiently from the corner. "Just keep reading."
Red, who'd been neglected obviously and wanted to patch this up, had continued reading aloud as Green told him, "'Crimson's roommate, the boy mistaken to be a girl, hereby termed Erroneous, had, too, been away that time: so the arrow ends up pointing between suspects. Who is it? Is this the end of Mirage Island forever?' That's all there is."
"How come I'm Erroneous —" Yellow began indignantly, pointing at her own neck, but Green cut in between her sentence and pressed on more important matters.
"I don't believe it as well," said Green, creasing his forehead. "We've sensed unpredicted catastrophes concerning Groudon, Kyogre and Rayquaza, and then I stumbled across Celebi. . . It didn't make an appearance in front of me for nothing, you know — it was uncovered, and it seemed like it'd planned a trip somewhere out of Mirage Island before it's seen me and attacked."
"So it could have easily slipped out of the time in Mirage Island and through the boundaries of its interim," said Red, catching his drift as easy — Yellow blinked: this was a lot to understand. . . Green gave him a curt nod quietly. He got up, serious, clenching and unclenching his fists. "So that must mean it's seen what's about to happen in the future — it's sensed a catastrophe happening, and it's got to get out of this time just to stop it itself. But all we've guessed about Celebi helping us to get back to Hoenn — it's got no power to help us get out because, frankly, time-travelling is dangerous — especially if we're out of space. According to some researchers, time-travelling is finding a wormhole in space, and if both those elements are needed, then Celebi isn't powerful enough to carry a passenger with it to travel.
"But we're not even sure what the weather is outside here," Red went on scientifically; he was thinking so fast Yellow wasn't able to process anything after "wormhole." "The weather and climate of Hoenn is essential if you want to cross time and pass the volatile space outside Mirage Island."
"So that's what's beyond the waters around Mirage Island?" Yellow cried loudly, a spark of retention igniting a light of her mind's imaginary candle: she could recall it right now . . . there was fog surrounding everything beyond half a mile of Mirage Island's waters. . . "That's volatile space? So the other half of the sea had transformed to fog because of the random space? That's what it means?"
"Not a bad brain," Green said slowly, with a slight tone of amusement — Yellow could see the shadow of his slight smirk at the corner of his mouth. Then he frowned. "But we were wrong, weren't we, about the fact that Celebi could help us. . . If only that pokémon could have the power to —"
"You lot just want to use Celebi like the idiots here have done?" Yellow cried in a high-pitched voice — not knowing where this sudden indignance had come from, she let it take control of her all the same. Red furrowed his eyebrows so that both of their tips were now between his eyes. "You could've just waited! Waited! You had your chance every 3-and-a-half months! You could have just escaped! Or, at least, you could have just done something about this 'Mirage Island's Literacy Rate' before you'll get your chance to escape! You could have at least done something to save those girls!"
Green made to get up, but Red just swung his arm in front of him, snarling and flushed — and Yellow could see his eyes glow dangerously scarlet again.
"We tried! Bill's already done his part saving you!" bellowed Red, taking a reckless step forward, red-faced. Yellow stood her ground, nearly defeated but defiance still glowing inside her, glaring up at him. "If we hadn't told him to do exactly that, you would've been —"
"Then why haven't you freed Celebi yet?" Yellow pressed on, sympathy burning inside her — her eyes was now starting to feel wet, and her mouth was so dry her voice was barely smooth. "You know what? You're so selfish. You'll not only just leave everyone here in Mirage Island after you escape, but Celebi as well. That's really egoistic. And you lot are supposed to be the Possessors —"
"Opted," mumbled Green under his breath, but Yellow continued like she didn't see or hear anything.
"— who'll guard the Jewels no matter how it takes. What, you think that when you'll get out of this hellhole, everything here's gonna be sweet and dandy?"
Red's breathing was now audible, and he wasn't looking at her in anger but in reluctant defeat — the look of aggression instantly faded from Red's face when he came to think about what she said. Though Yellow still felt slightly unsatisfied with this victory, and there was a part of her that was writhing in pain, and had now pulled her stomach with it — she didn't know where, but it seemed to be low and deep, because it was killing her.
"I'm sorry," she panted, looking at her own hands. "I didn't mean — I don't know what — I'm really sorry —"
"What's done is done," Green said dismissively, standing up. Yellow made to apologize once more; sheepishness overwhelming her, even, but Red just forced a reassuring smile and murmured, "I know. . ."
"But —" began Yellow again, her eyes literally now watering with tears — and through her shiny vision, she saw Green wave his hand indifferently, walking over to the both of them as Red just sank down the bed slowly; it was randomly then Yellow realized that Red could both look reassuring and defeated at the same time unlike any other person.
"You two've been fighting here and there," he said impatiently, already passing Yellow as she bit her lower lip, still standing. She then decided she'd prolonged her position and sat down her own bed, staring fixedly at the floor: what had happened to her? "But I think it's time for us to make a little visit."
Green skimmed the sliding door open, and there was a sudden breeze of fresh air that swept inside — a sudden warm temperature covered the entire dorm, and Yellow could feel her resentment ebbing away slightly, relaxing. . . But that still didn't change the way she thought of herself. She'd just exploded suddenly . . . she's never felt so indignant before, and that must have been one of those rages she's had ever since. . . Come to think of it, she only ever felt like that since she's arrived on Mirage Island. . .
". . . A visit to our old friend Bill."
"What?" said Yellow stupidly — Green had already slipped himself outside flexibly and had ignored this statement, apparently, because he had already seen one face of Yellow in a fight, and the only one who could endure it would be Red — but that will make things a bit awkward since he just left them at the same room. . .
She didn't dare glance behind her — for obvious reasons — and determinedly not looking at anything but the door which Green had just slid outside with — and slid it open, hurrying so that Red would obviously lag behind, poking her head out of the door: her nippiness from the coolness of the air conditioner had suddenly risen temperature from the exposure to sunlight.
Actually, the air outside kind of let her anger ebb away — it was nice to have a pleasant change of scenery. . . The warm breeze blew against her loose hair and she caught the sudden scent of barbecue. . . For a moment, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation, remembering the feeling of being in the Viridian Forest. . . Now, she was calm, placid and relaxed — she heard the tweeting of the bird pokémon perched on the nearby trees that were just at the corner of the pulverized path that lead to the right side of the over-sized school. . .
It was a sweet, mellow sensation that made her recall all the memories she's had in the forest. . .
Almost as if she's forgotten all her worries, and that Green's running away from the dorm didn't happen — her body seemed to be floating away, and that this was all too good to be true. Another strong gust of warm wind blustered against her and her hair was being whipped around in the wind, and the cool feeling returned, but this was the natural, lovely feeling. . .
"Dammit, Yellow!"
She felt strong fingers wrap themselves around her wrist, even squeezing a few strands of hair along with the grip, and she was jolted awake from her reminiscence, her eyes opened — slightly gasping, she was lead back inside the dorm, everything imploding back in her mind's eye. Red's voice still echoed inside her head, and everything was still a dark blur, surrounding the circumference of her eyes like a black fog as her vision slightly returned back to normal — she was still feeling oddly dizzy, and Red helped her get on the bed, panting.
"Why'd you stand there for a long time?" he said hoarsely, trembling in front of her — she squinted her eyes: she mostly couldn't make out anything, thanks to her blurry vision, and all she could see was a huge red blob in front of her that was shaking slowly back into focus. Maybe it was Red? She chose not to say anything yet since, knowing Red, he was going to continue whether you answer or not. "You know you're not supposed to — to — to let your hair be seen!"
"Wha — oh."
Everything that had happened in Mirage Island momentarily didn't cross her mind that time, and all this flashed back inside her head, and stupidity flushed across her face, making her blush — she'd forgotten, hadn't she, that her best friends were being held prisoners here, and that she was supposed to be going back to Gold and Uncle Wilton; they weren't with her after all. But a question still remained: how did she let herself to be caught like that?
Suddenly, the dark cloud that surrounded the circumference of her eyeball had faded away, and every detail in front of her was sharpening until her vision was back — but Yellow wished it didn't at this second when she saw Red looking at her straight in the eye suspiciously: she winced.
"What's gotten into you?" he demanded, but in an odd tone of both concern and guilt. He glanced at the sliding door — Yellow followed his gaze — and found Green's shoes outside, along with the rest of his body, and his expression completely changed. He looked back at Yellow. Now, Yellow was sure he was solemn — she saw his natural kind face back and a feeling of hotness overcame her that exploded from the pit of her stomach. "Look, we'll go to Bill's, you know, and straighten this out. We'll find out what's wrong with everything — let's just pretend all this didn't happen, all right?"
Still feeling as though something bad has happened to her, she reluctantly tried to force herself to believe him, because every nerve in her body was telling her that she needed to figure something out before something bad'll happen again. And soon. Yellow grudgingly nodded her response, looking deep into Red's crimson eyes — Bill would probably be lazing about in his study, like last time before Elm interrupted, but Yellow couldn't help but wonder whether he was really attending any of the classes as a teacher.
Chuckling to himself, Red took off his hat — Yellow was startled; he rarely even had to take off his hat — and leaned forward — she gasped quietly, thinking that this might be it — not the censored it — and whispered "Close your eyes" to her, smiling — excitement overwhelming her, she completely forgot about Green and everything, and immediately closed her eyes. Then she felt his hands around her . . . around her head?
Yellow immediately opened her eyes — where the hell was it? What she saw let her expectations fall and her mind was swirling: he adjusted his hat to fit her head, putting her hair in, every strand, and he went back to squatting, beaming as he did.
"Well?" he said happily. "Do you like it?"
A kiss would be better.
"Thanks!" said Yellow in a false happy tone that seemed to convince him — she didn't want to hurt his feelings and all, but really, a hat? "It's . . . great."
"You're the only person whom I shall give my hat to," murmured Red, running his fingers through his hair. Yellow blushed.
"We should probably hurry," she said hastily, seeing as Green was starting to lose his patience outside — and, also, the fact that her heart was starting to beat a million times harder than usual. Red's skull may be as solid as diamond and as thick as the Earth itself, but he's pretty much the nicest person in the world, she's concluded. She pointed outside, and Red sighed heavily, standing up.
The both of them went for the sliding door silently, and Yellow wisely didn't utter a single word when Green made the explosion outside, Red's heart-melting smile still apparently present in her mind, and this was one image she wasn't going to let go of easily. She was first to walk down the small balcony's 3-stepped stairs, which, too, was made of wood.
But her thoughts didn't completely block their conversation off her ears, unfortunately.
"What the hell did you give her?" she heard Green bellow not a few feet away behind her.
"My hat," said Red indifferently — Yellow was absolutely sure he wanted to block off any kind of argument as well, and he was doing it in the smartest way he could think of. But as much as Yellow appreciated the bloke, she just wanted him to have given her a more appropriate attire rather his hat, she thought as she strode hurriedly.
"Could you have given her a more convincing disguise?" Green hissed — the both of them were catching up already, and she had been ahead them 5 feet away just a few seconds ago, and they aren't even running. But Green had just said what Yellow had been thinking: it had been pretty embarrassing to get out of the dorm without anything else to wear than her pyjamas. She blushed at the thought.
"We're just going to visit Bill," Red pressed on facetiously — they were now walking beside her, and now Yellow could see he was striding. But when they were right beside her, he's slowed down his pace, and she could now see the redness of his face: indeed, Green had pushed him into a corner. "And besides, boys could wear pink, couldn't they —"
"But seriously, Pikachu patterns —"
"Well, I think it's cute."
Yellow stopped her tracks — her heart had missed another beat, and she held her breath — she was standing beside Red and Green, who'd both halted at the same time, her left foot nervously still. Honestly, if the stranger behind them were only trustworthy, she would have been grateful of the comment — but obviously, this was not the time to be appreciative.
She felt Red's left hand suddenly twitching on her shoulder, and she gave a quiet yelp when Green squeezed her left hand with his right.
They didn't turn around and didn't move a muscle — all of them were so engrossed in keeping still, they'd forgotten, in Yellow's lame opinion, they were already seen.
It was only then that Red had slid his hand from her shoulder — there was an odd feeling of emptiness inside Yellow which was mixed with nervous excitement — Red gave a soft gasp beside her that made her heart miss a beat.
"Bloody hell — Bill!"
"Who?"
Yellow, who'd never have believed the luck they'd had, and Green, who already let go of Yellow's hand — blushingly, which was unnoticed by Yellow — wheeled around and came to face a not-so-tall, well-dressed, familiar bloke with a smile not unlike Red's, and his auburn hair was shining in the sunlight. He seemed to be happy this time, but Yellow couldn't understand why after their last meeting.
"So what brings you students cutting classes?" said Bill mockingly, raising an eyebrow — Red just gave a loud laugh, and even Green forced a small smile: yet Yellow had completely forgotten the reason they were out of school today. She looked up and down the laughing figure of Red, which was as if in slow motion, and turned to look at the emotionless figure of Green, which Yellow wasn't sure if it was in slow motion or not; their scars were still open, and though she's already done her best to cure them, there was still an air that told her they were just making themselves look healthy under duress.
"We've come to see you," said Green, a shadow of his smile seen — but the rest of his face was serious. "There's something you should know."
"About what?" Bill said, still beaming, then he caught the seriousness in Green's expression, and his smile faded. "I overheard what happened last night at breakfast."
"You did, huh?" said Red, whose smile, too, had faded instantly — Yellow, feeling awkward, remained silent. She stared fixedly at her feet, conscious that Bill was looking at her: it must have been the pink pyjamas or something. She just wished she didn't pick to wear them today, and Red would have just given her some kind of jacket . . . or something. "They knew we were out late?"
"Nope," said Bill — Yellow felt his eyes leaving her, but she still wasn't looking away. He looked at Red, blinking once, with his expression half-glad and half-sheepish. "I covered for you guys. I told them you were doing some field work for me."
"Excuse me, but can't we discuss all this inside your office?" Green interjected — Thank God. Yellow nodded at this very vigorously, and felt Red's hat slipping. As much as she was grateful Bill covered for them, she, too, was having mixed feelings — what the hell were they doing discussing this outside? Surely they were much safer inside, right? And there were big windows not a few feet away where they stood — really big windows. Though Yellow noticed that they were curtained; this was odd, since it was still morning.
"Ah, yes, but there are still people doing their business at the Hall," said Bill — does he know everything? He really was smart, but there was something about his knowledge that bugged Yellow a bit, and she can't quite put her finger to it. She fixed her eyes on the windows distractedly, and at the corner of her right eye, she saw Bill raise his eyebrows.
Yellow immediately stood straight.
"Okay," Bill said loudly — there was a different tone of his voice, Yellow noticed, and he was now shuffling his hands, looking anywhere but at her. Did he just remember she was still there? "Maybe we should get to the office."
"You think?" said Red under his breath, yet Bill was looking at anywhere but Yellow — much to Red — who knew he was, but didn't know why — and Green's annoyance.
"So what did you want to tell me about?" asked Bill, as he gestured the three of them to sit down his grey bed — Yellow was once again in the room of Bill, and found herself feeling home. This must have been the neatest of the entire campus — hell, it might've been the neatest in the island, and Yellow had noticed it just now. Everything seemed the same since she'd last been inside it, but without her pokéballs on the glass table.
The black ceiling fan — Yellow saw, craning her neck to make a good view — might have been already there, and she didn't notice before. Red sat next to her, his legs separate from each other and his torso lying backward — surprisingly, she wasn't blushing anymore. Green, however, had refused in sitting from Bill's gesture: well, that's Green for you.
Bill strode across them and sat on the table's chair, looking pleasant.
At last, Green finally made up his mind and angrily pulled the curtains of Bill's sliding door close, and that there was no more light left in the room — Yellow gave a loud yelp.
"Green! Why did you just do that?" she cried into the darkness, feeling nothing but the soft cushion of Bill's bed when she made to get up, and was pushed back down again.
"Don't panic," said Red, who was chuckling: Yellow frowned — but when she looked up, she saw two floating orbs above her, and they were the same colour as Red's eyes: and they were floating. . . They were floating. What the hell. . .
"What the —" Yellow began shrilly, her eyes wide, but she felt a hand cuff her mouth — she guessed it was Red's — and she had immediately been silenced.
"Please don't panic," said Red in a hurt tone — his eyes were the only thing that was lighting in the room — and, when Yellow looked around the surroundings, she spotted two emerald-green orbs floating as well — which she guessed were Green's — and a small glint of light that was trying to get through the curtains. It took Yellow a few seconds to realize whether or not this was normal.
"You're —"
"Our eyes glow in the dark, yeah, now let's skip that." Green's tone was so stressed and impatient, Yellow just obeyed. She thought that Red shrugged, because he usually does that when he rolls his eyes — which were obviously seen in the dark — and they floated downward; she felt Red land on the bed beside her, and she scooted a few inches to save some space. "Bill — d'you know what this means?"
"Yeah," said Bill. "Kyogre's coming to Mirage Island — and Rayquaza already is on the island off the coast of Pacifidlog. This is one disaster we're not escaping."
"How much time do we have?" said Green hurriedly — Yellow raised her eyebrows: what were they going to do about it? "There's someone out there who's already touched the orbs, I know it, and they obviously want to get here to get something here. And they're using Kyogre to summon Rayquaza, who has the ability to control the weather, thus, affecting when Mirage Island will reappear again —"
"That's what the one who's touched the Blue Jewel wants?" Yellow cried loudly, pieces falling back together in the puzzle. "But we're going to have to reappear — and that's in Lilycove! We're going to collide with the time and space in Hoenn sooner! So that must mean we could stop Kyogre —"
"Yeah, but we have the Jewels," said Green dismissively, shooting Yellow's idea down. "So that must mean whoever wants to get to Mirage Island, they'll have a reason."
"But how are we going to stop Kyogre from coming? And isn't Groudon running a bit late?" said Yellow, her spirits shattering. She thought she saw Green's luminous eyes glint and swore to herself to shut up.
"That's just the thing, isn't it?" said Green frustratingly — but he wasn't mad with her at all. She felt Red flinch beside her when his eyes averted to him. "We don't know how to stop them! And we don't know why Groudon is late!"
"Well," Red began suddenly. Everyone turned to him. "Aren't we supposed to be worried of Yellow's family?"