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Rating: K+
Words: 524
Inspiration: various sources
Brief Understanding
Red x.x.x Green
Drabble by: CanalaveCoast
Green kicked at the dust by his feet as he walked contemplatively through the trees that surrounded a tiny, obscure lake along the far west portion of his city. It was a blustery day out and the frigidity of the buffeting wind struck him hard. The slight warmth provided by the itchy red scarf that was so tightly wrapped around his neck was the only thing preventing Green from heading back to the Gym and hiding in his office from the thoughts that had been swirling through his mind all week. It had been exactly ten days since he'd last scaled Mt. Silver to bring Red his weekly supplies and Green knew the champion would be expecting him soon if not already wondering where the hell he was. The supplies brought up to that mountain top each week were minimal, lasting only between five and six or so days before a restocking was needed. Green knew he was being cruel in refusing, or rather, avoiding the task of delivering the much needed provisions but perhaps, if he refused, Red would have to come down from the frozen hell and get it himself. In that sense, perhaps he wasn't being so cruel. Forcing Red to subject himself to civilization again? That could only do good right? Green bitterly hoped so. He was tired of scaling the mountain every week to see the stubbourn champion and provide the necessities that the boy could so easily provide for himself.
The last time Green had delivered his weekly parcel he'd not so much as muttered a decent, civil greeting before dumping the sack and turning to disappear once more into the blizzard. Red hadn't moved a muscle, spoken a word – as usual – or even so much as blinked in acknowledgment at the time. No, the two had parted from the brief exchange without even a muttered curse in the tense animosity filled atmosphere that swirled between them.
Red leaned against the wall of Mt. Silver feeling the frozen, solid stone at his back. The frosty cold seeped through his clothing and chilled the champion to his core; the thin white and red material was not strong enough to hold up its own against the blustering craze of snow, ice, hail and sleet that was Mt. Silver. Why he had ever imagined otherwise was beyond the limits of Red's comprehension as the raven haired boy stared idly at the many shades of grey dancing before him across the ground. Snow shadows swept by the entrance to the cave in their careless way leaving traces of memories behind as they reflected the one, empty emotion behind Red's quiet, crimson eyes.
The last time he'd seen Green the two had barley exchanged so much as a simple glance before his rival was out and lost in the snow again. Burying his face in the green scarf around his neck, Red sighed, remembering that look. At the time he had been surprised and slightly miffed by the brief exchange but now, as days wore on with no sign of the Gym Leader, he could finally understand the expression behind Green's torment.
Fin.