Viridian Forest. A pristine nature of unparalleled pureness untouched by human hands.
So it has been until Team Rocket came along. Their cruel experiments involving the naturally peaceful Pokémons in the forest literally turned the ecology upside down. Seven years had passed by since but the effects were still apparent, as clear as day. Thankfully, the environment itself was left unscathed, and that was why Yellow loved being out here with her Pokémon friends.
Sure, the danger of the wildest of wild Pokémon attacking her in its 'twisted' mind always lurked within the forest, but she did not fear anymore. She had her friends with her, and she knew they would do more than to protect her.
Today was no different in this regard. With Chuchu she had saved a while back in the forest snoozing peacefully beside her, Yellow, nestling her head against the green bough of an evergreen, was herself lost in reverie.
Patting her yellow rodent on the back, Yellow sniffed in the warm, still summer air that was present within the forest. She loved to be out here. The solitude and the freshness of the nature; they reminded her that she was free to wallow in of her own thoughts undisturbed.
Already more than two weeks had passed by since that disastrous affair at Battle Frontier, and Yellow, along with her fellow dexholders, were enjoying the much-deserved rest. So far, it seemed like they would finally be able to pursue their own interests, free from foes who either tried to wreak havoc within the region, or go as far as to try to kill them. And Yellow was grateful for that. It gave her a much needed time to ponder what she wanted to do, and most important of all, her relationship with… Red.
Once again, her train of thought arrived on what seemed like its unchangeable terminus: Red.
On that faithful day when Red dived in to save her from an out-of-control Dratini, Yellow developed a robust sense of gratitude for her savior. When she came to know that the boy who had saved her also stopped an infamous crime syndicate from doing horrible things to innocent Pokémons, her gratitude turned into something of an admiration.
And finally after the hard-fought battle in Cerise Island, when she awoke in the arms of her hero she had long dreamt of seeing, Yellow realized her feeling to Red was no longer just a simple matter of admiration.
It was love, and as strong as it could be.
For Yellow, the uncomfortable truth was that Red had never shown much affection to her ever since he found out that she was, in fact, a girl. Red had always treated Yellow as if she were his little sister, and no more than that.
Yellow knew Red did not know the true feelings she harbored for him. After all, Yellow had to admit, Red was pretty dense when it came to girls.
But if there was anything that concerned her greatest, it was that she had not been able to spend the least bit of time with Red, let alone see him after she had come back home from Battle Frontier. She had originally hoped Red would also settle down, at least for a bit, and work out lightly with his Pokémons somewhere around Viridian City. The script Yellow had mapped out was her bumping into Red 'accidentally,' and then they getting on to spend time together.
But no, she was wrong. WRONG. Red did not appear anywhere remotely close to her city. Not even his hometown, Pallet Town it seemed. Yellow had once ventured down as far as the outskirt of Pallet Town to get a glimpse of the raven-haired trainer, but it was all to no avail.
Yellow wanted a reversal, and she decided she was going to make it happen today. This time, she would visit his house and ask him out herself. She had to do it, somehow. Yellow knew Red was popular among other girls and that he was in demand. And she knew among them there was Misty, the pretty gym leader of Cerulean City, who was herself hotly on his trail.
Running her eyes down on herself, Yellow let out a faint sigh. While Misty had a body of a model, she was not so tall and still rather petite for her age. But thankfully, she had grown several inches over the last year, and she was positive that time would eventually solve the matter for her.
Yellow carelessly brushed off a fair strand of her golden blonde hair that had streamed down over her eyes. Her bangs had become untidy again. For some unknown reason, her forelock stayed almost always stubbornly messy, however she tried to straighten it up. It was one of the unusual things about her, along with her power to understand any Pokemon's thoughts that had stayed the same for years.
Yellow had made up her mind. She scanned the ground for her Pikachu, and found a yellow hue striped in black within the small plat of green.
"Hey Chuchu," Yellow said, gently nudging the sleeping yellow rodent. "Chuchu?"
The Pikachu jolted awake, and scowled reprovingly at Yellow for waking it up.
"I am sorry, Chuchu!" Yellow giggled, amused by Chuchu's pouty face. "I was thinking, you want to see Pika again, right?"
At the very mentioning of the word Pika, Chuchu jumped up and down in joy, its playful sparks of electricity swiveling in the air out of her two red sacs.
"I thought so." A smile lit up on Yellow's face as she looked down on her jubilant Pikachu.
Yellow brushed off the leaves that had somehow managed to come up attatched to her clothes, and slowly pulled herself up.
"All right then, Chuchu!" Yellow said, pointing in the general direction of Pallet Town. "Let's go!"
Chuchu thrusted herself forward eagerly without hesitation, and Yellow followed behind her, laughing gladly on the way.