The miles were traveled easier, Red realized, when you had someone with you whom you enjoyed being with. Purple was fascinating; so young, wildly passionate about the things that he liked to do (fighting was the major one).

He was determined and that was a trait that Red could admire and relate to. The days passed in a blur; they could see that they were getting closer into enemy territory. The signs and giant screws burrowed deep in trees left no doubt.

It was dangerous. It was thrilling. But, it was thrilling because as they stepped over landmines and slipped around their enemies Purple held his hand in a tight grip. In abandoned places they stopped and rested. Exploring the area and training. He learned many new useful combat moves from his companion. One that would increase his success in battle ten-fold. Purple was one hell of a soldier. He was also a good cook, funny…with long, strong antenna and even longer limbs.

They put their mouths together many times since that first night. He quickly learned that there were certain moments for such times and Red began to learn how to sense just when Purple wanted to embrace, when he wanted to talk, sleep, when he was hungry…

"—me, Red?"

"Wha-?" Big, maroon eyes flew to his companion, looking profusely blank. Purple put his hands on his hips and rolled his own eyes.

"I said, have you been listening to me, Red?"

"Not really. Why?"

"Well, at least you're honest." Slipping past the captain, slyly letting his antenna brush against Red's chin, Purple pointed forward. "We're close. The rescue point."

Red shivered and blinked, following the claw to a rather intimidating looking mountain. It was the highest place on the planet. It was dangerous. It was in the middle of enemy territory and not a good place to be caught. Only it was also the only place where his unit would be able to cut through the trees to see them clearly.

"Great. Only another day's travel, I'm guessing." His brain turned to mush when this dummy was around. Red was eager to get back to his team. To return to normal life. Only…the fact was that returning to normal life would possibly take Purple out of it. And that…was completely unappealing and unacceptable.

Purple stood with a steady stance, arms crossed and chin straight up. His violet eyes glistened like deadly blades in the setting sun; never had there been a better solider. No one Red would rather have by his side.

He licked his lips, thinking. What if they could transfer Pur to his unit and then Red could promote Purple until he was just under him. In battle together…they would be unstoppable.

"What are you going to do when we get off this Tallest Forsaken planet, Red?" The violet eyed irken asked quietly, kind of afraid to hear the answer. What if Red preferred to just forget about what they had going on here? It would be understandable given their different classes.

Red walked towards his companion and stood next to him, dropping his hand to let the other know he wanted his hand; Purple accepted the gesture, intertwining their fingers. "Well, I figured that I would find a way to transfer your from your unit into mine. We can work together to get you up to my level."

Calm switched to panic really quickly. Purple started, his neck nearly cracking from the quick movement. Red still—oh Tallest, he hadn't ever told him. Red still believed that he was a soldier. A good, major solider with epic combat moves that he learned in training and not from having to fight and take down other delinquents in your run down portion of the Academy made especially for the early born smeets.

"—if your Captain refuses, then I'll show him whose Taller." Red's chest was puffed out with determination and pride. Purple let a little noise out that sounded kind of like he was choking. He yanked his fingers away from Red's and stepped a few feet away.

Who knew how Red would react to this? This could get him executed. Impersonating a higher authority was against the law. It was against every moral code in the Control Brain Hand Book. How had he let this stretch for so long?

There was that one fight in the battle; he'd been too busy fighting to correct Red, then he'd let it happen so he would stay alive, so that Red wouldn't leave him behind…now it was all screwed up. He was screwed.

"Pur? What's wrong?" The captain's voice had dropped several octaves. Had something happened to Purple? Had he spotted an enemy? Whatever it was, it had the other irken numerous shades paler, big violet eyes a bit duller and a sickened expression.

"I-I-I…'m—" Purple wanted to throw up. But, he shook his head and schooled his expression. It would be worse to show fear. The idea that he might be killed for this was a frightening one; even more so was the fact that Red would be angry and most likely hate him. They would go from…whatever they were back to where they had started. His spooch rolled.

'Just spit it out.' He mentally screamed at himself.

"Red. I'm…not a soldier." Breathe. Just breathe. "I apologize for letting you think that. I'm…a mechanic. I work on all the Massive's engines…I'm sorry for leading you on. I never said I was. I let you think so for a while so you wouldn't think I was worthless and leave me behind since, I'm not an asset to the empire unlike..you and the other solider…" He was blabbering now.

But, it was because of the look on Red's face; blank. Seemingly frozen. Incomprehension. Then…it melted into hurt, rage. "Red…I'm sorry. If I could go back an—"

"Cease your lies!" Red's voice cut through the silence, through Purple's words like lasers. The mechanic cringed before shaking it off and standing straight. No use cowering….oh but Red's eyes; so beautiful. Like rubies. Like fire.

"LIES! All of it...was! You were a fraud! Immoral a-and deadly." Red spat
on the ground, between them. Rage was all he felt. Or at least it was all he wanted to feel. It ran through his veins. But, there was something else, clutching at his spooch. It hurt so bad. This betrayal.

Purple bit the inside of his cheek, fighting not to do that weak thing where he leaked from the eyes. Not now. Not in front of Red.

"You..." He couldn't even come up with a word to express how angry he was. It was like a raging fire, eating him alive. He had lived and breathed with this person. This irken who wasn't a soldier. Not a high ranking or honorable Solider. Nothing like he'd imagined. A lie. All of it. A LIE. Their feelings. The emotions and the laughter. Had the affection been another ruse.

Suddenly it was all tainted. All broken and cut into a billion pieces.

"Yo-ou Akoh!" Purple froze, feeling every single muscle in his body tense up. He went from being distressed to livid in a second flat.

"What. Did. You. say?" Red scowled at the change in tone, fighting back his own anger and pain.

"I said, 'You...Akoh." Purple glared and shook violently, violet eyes shimmering brighter than Red had ever seen before. On instinct, he glanced down at his partner's hands. They were balled into fists as they quaked.

"You want to hit me." Red whispered, flickering his own eyes back up until they met Purple's. "Do it."

"Don't tempt me, idiot." Even his voice shook; a snarl. He somehow held himself back.

"Hit me."

"No!"

"Hit me!" Their eyes still held. "Irk damn it, Hit m—" His head snapped to the side, a loud crack in its wake. Red stumbled, hands clenching his face. There was the sound of feet hitting the ground before he himself hit it, the world went black.

A.N.:

lol look the title. XD

Guys, would you believe that I named this fic 'Hit Me' not knowing what was actually going to happen in the story and if the words would ever be in the story?

'Cause...that's what happened. I also originally planned for Purple to be the one to be saying, 'Hit Me'!' but, Red somehow got the job.

'Akoh' is the insult used in the very first chapter. It means someone who is an idiot, a moron, a waste to society ect ect.

Still got a few more chapters I think...guesstimateing...two or three plus an epilogue.