I've noticed while reading some PRDT fics that there are few, if any, one that revolve around Ethan, let alone Ethan AND Kira. So, taking my cousins advice, I decided to write one! I hope you all like it. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing! HAHAHA! Wait… that's not a good thing… oh well, at least I have the plot!

Oh, it's Ethan's P.O.V. if you couldn't figure that one out… well, then you couldn't I guess…

Blending Blue

It's funny how blue seems to turn up more often in my life now. I even associate a depressing mood with feeling blue.

Maybe blue, in all sense of the word, has always been in my life that often, or turns up just as often as it seems to do now-a-days, and I'm only more aware of it 'cause blue is my color now.

Well, what ever the reasons are, now is one of those time's I'm noticing it.

After the reason for my true blue thoughts I had decided to drown my sorrows in smoothies and the possible computer game. And that is where I am now, sitting at a table at Hayley's with a half gone strawberry banana smoothie and three empty glasses in front of me.

I'm contemplating yet again all refrences to blue in my life when I hear Kira's voice coming from next to me.

"Any more of those and you'll be fighting your gag reflexes instead of a lizard man and his lackeys."

I down the rest of my fourth smoothie just to prove I can handle it, then feel my stomach churn. I groan. I hate it when she's always right.

"Ethan? Is everything alright?" She sounds concerned so I favor her with a small smile, knowing full well she won't buy it. "You can talk to me you know."

I glance at her, and she smiles reassuringly. I'm just opening my mouth to explain my smoothie binge with the reason walks in. I abruptly stand and leave. Hayley knows I'll pay her later.

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I'm just sitting on the swings at my old elementary school when I feel my self start to actually swing. I had been thinking about the question most people in my position ask, that question being 'Why?'. At the start of the swinging, 'Why' turned into 'Why am I moving?'. And soon I feel a hand pushing me one more time, and Kira materializes from behind me.

"I think I know what's wrong," She says that as she sits on the swing next to mine. "Cassidy?" She asks, and I nod.

We swing for a while before I spill what put me in my mood. I tell her about the picnic I had planned, and how I was looking forward to it.

"…Then she tells me she likes Devin and that it just wasn't working out between us," Is how I finish my tale. Having to repeat it doesn't make me feel much better.

I'm waiting for her to tell me she's sorry, but she never does. All I get from her is her hand on my back, moving in slow small circles.

"She wasn't good enough for you," Kira tells me some five minutes later, give or take. "You'll see that eventually."

I turn to her, "How will I know when someone is?"

She shrugs, "I don't know," she pauses, "My grandma use to tell me that no one is good enough for me unless our colors blend together nicely." I look over at her questioningly. She shrugs again, smiling slightly, "My grandma loved to paint."

I let of a soft "Oh," just as our morphers beeped. Kira's on her feet in an instant. She holds out her hand for me, which I accept, and she smiles as she pulls me to my feet.

There's something in her smile that has me smiling back.

As we race off to see what big ugly is terrorizing the city, I can't help but again think my true blue thoughts. Only this time I also think how nicely blue blends with yellow.

My grandma told me that once and it has always stuck with me, even though when she told me I was 6.

There you have it! My first PR ficcie! Please be kind and review, you know you wanna!