Savior

At first, I was going to write a song for Red to sing, but I got mad lazy so if you guys could just search up "Run" by Snow Patrol. It's not my ideal Red voice but it'll have to do for now. Originally, I was going to have Red sing "Seven (acoustic version)" or "Walk on the Edge" but I decided that "Walk on the Edge" would be more appropriate for Gold to sing instead. Plus those two are Japanese songs while "Run" is in English.

By the way, I think it is established that there is no Pokemon in this world? Yeah, sorry. Couldn't work it out. Also, I seemed to be obsessed with making the guys sound gay. Yes, Red questions his interests here. No offence to anyone. I have nothing against or for them. Not my business, not yours. Now before I start, I have to warn you. Misty dies. So if you are a huge Misty fan and whatnot, don't read this chapter. Consider yourself warned. So now, I present to you, the longest chapter yet, Savior:

It was a chilly October day when she died. I watched as the car hit her and made her still and lifeless. Her orange hair was covered with dark red blood. The child that she saved was safe in her arms. I'll never get that sight out of my head as I watched the child get saved by her while I couldn't, no, didn't do anything. I was still standing there when the sound of an ambulance came to my ears. Only then, had my body reacted. My knees gave up on me and I fell to the ground. I felt the tears come down my face.

Just when my world was turning upside down, I saw you. You rushed pass me in your white lab coat and towards Misty. Your yellow hair hidden under a cap and your face gave off a serious look. I must admit, I thought you were a guy. I shook myself free from shock and I crawled over to you and Misty. You ripped your lab coat and preformed first aid on her. "I-is she going to be okay?" I manage to choke out. You looked up, realizing for the first time that I was there next to you two. You returned your attention to Misty and said, "I don't know. She's in critical condition. She has a concussion, some broken ribs, and possibly a cervical fracture." My head spun from all the medical terms. Glancing at me, you rolled your eyes and said, "Head injury, broken ribs, and broken neck. Got it? Now who are you?" I was taken aback with the question. I mean, I was quite a famous musician. "I-I'm Red Himura. Her boyfriend." I said. You gave me a single nod and shifted your attention to the child for a moment. Seeing that he had no injuries that required immediate attention, you returned to examining Misty. Your hand was sweeping across her body. You stopped abruptly on her left chest. You mumbled, "Shit." You got on your knees and pressed your hands together. You pressed down repeatedly. After about three tries, you yelled out to the EMTs nearby, "I need help! The patient has a concussion, some broken ribs, and possibly a cervical fracture! Her heart has stopped!" My eyes widened at your words. I grabbed your lab coat. "Will she be alright? You got to save her! Please!" I begged. You ignored me until the EMTs came to help. Once they took over, you turned around and glared at me. You brushed my hands away as you stood up."Wait! Where are you going? Aren't you going to save her?" I got up too. You kneeled down and helped another person who scrapped their leg. You wrapped it up quickly. I grabbed your coat again. "WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING HER?" You got up and turned around. You glanced behind me and closed your eyes. I grabbed you and yelled, "HELP HER!" I felt a sharp pain across my face. You had slapped me. "She's gone." You whispered. "I'm sorry." Your voice was quiet. My head snapped around and saw the EMTs cover Misty with a white sheet and dispersed all over the scene to help other people. "No. No. NO!" I ran towards the motionless body. She felt cold to the touch. I fell back and sat on the pavement. I buried my head into my arms.

I kept repeating the word "no" over and over again, maybe somehow, it could bring her back. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I lifted my head. It was your hand. "I'll need you to testify against the driver who did this." You said. "I-I can't." I managed to choke out. You looked surprised. "Why not?" You asked sternly. "It's not his fault. The kid… the kid got out on the road while it was still a red light… she saved him… in return for her own life." I said, recalling the moment. "If the kid you're talking about is the one that was in her arms, he is okay. But it isn't the child's fault. The light was indeed red when the child crossed but by the time the victim…" you coughed and corrected yourself, "I mean… Ms. Misty got out to get him, the light was already green. The driver should have had plenty of time to stop. The police did a test on the driver and he is indeed intoxicated, possibly drugged. Thus I need you to stop acting like a wimp and testify against the bastard who did this, okay?" you smiled at me and held out your hand. It wasn't exactly the perfect day for someone to smile at me but your smile was full of warmth and comfort. I felt at ease. And since I thought you were a guy, I began doubting my heterosexuality. I took your hand and you pulled me up. You were stronger than you look. You were small. Too small to be a boy, I thought. You had to crane your neck up to look at me in the eye. Your eyes were a golden amber color. We walked to a nearby police officer and I gave him my statement. "You'll be able to charge him correct?" I asked once I was done. "Yes. There is sufficient information to charge the driver with second degree manslaughter. He'll probably be in jail for five years at least." Five years? That was the price of Misty's life? I looked into a passing police car that held the bastard who took Misty away from me. I balled up my fists in anger. I felt a pair of hands reach up to me and pulled me into an embrace. "Don't do it. I know what you are thinking. Do not sink yourself to his level just because of a little revenge. Misty wouldn't have wanted that. Trust me Red. Just calm down, alright?" you whispered into my ear. Tears threatened to emerge from my eyes once again. I held onto your bloody lab coat and cried. I, one of the most famous musicians from a well-known band, was crying in (what I thought to be) a guy's arms. I seriously thought that I was becoming gay. Can I do that? Become gay in an instant? I don't know.

At some point, I was so tired; I passed out in your arms. When I woke up, I was somehow at the familiar office of my best friend, Green. I sat up and looked at the digital clock that stated that it was already two days after the accident. I was sitting on the purple velvet couch and there was a blanket on top of me. On the small table next to me, there was a memo scrawled on a Post-it note with a handwriting I never saw before.

Hi Red! I didn't know you were friends with Green! You fell asleep and I had no clue were to take you. I looked through your phone to find Green. I'm sorry! I'm also sorry for your loss. I'm sure Misty was a wonderful person. See you around! –Yellow

So your name is Yellow. I heard the elevator come up and Green came onto the floor. "Good morning, sleeping beauty. You were passed out like a pig. And I'm sorry about Misty." He said as he sat down behind his desk.

"Hey. It's alright. I shouldn't be sad about it. She wouldn't want me being sad." I replied. I looked at the note in my hand. "So, who's this Yellow?" I asked curiously. Green looked up from the file he was reading. "She brought you up here by herself, literally stopped you from becoming a murderer, and you have no clue who she is?" he asked amusingly.

"Shut up. Wait. SHE? She's a girl?" I exclaimed.

Green looked like he was surpassing a laugh. "Yeah. She's a she. She's one of my employee's and the Pesky Woman's best friend." He fell silent on the mention of Blue. He got up and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He's been drinking a lot more lately and it had started when Blue had ran away to God knows where after she kissed some random dude a bar. Green came back with his clothes soaked to the bone that day and shut himself in his room for quite a while.

"Hang on, she's one of your employees? As in she is working in this very building?" I asked.

"Yea. She's in the developing department and she also works in this company's hospital. Remember the deadly flu that got widespread a few years back when we were still in college?" Green asked as he leaned on his desk.

"Yeah…Killed a couple million people" I stated.

"And remember the drug that this company sold that cured the whole fiasco?" he continued after taking a sip from his drink. I nodded, starting to get his point. "Guess who developed the miracle drug?" he finished.

"Yellow?" I deduced. He nodded as he took another sip out of his whiskey. "Wait. How old is she?" I said as the information sunk in.

"22. Two years younger than us." Green said as he finished downing his whiskey.

"The flu was five years ago. So she was 17 when she developed the drug?" I asked in realization.

"Well, aren't you such a genius. Well, to answer your question, yes. She was seventeen. She is a freaking prodigy. She won the Nobel Prize in Medicine the next year at the age of eighteen. Youngest to do so in any field." He sat back down in his chair and started looking at the files again. "But why the sudden interest, Red? Right after Misty died, you're interested in another girl?" he said jokingly. However, that was not a joking matter.

"No. I just wanted to know about the person who tried to save Misty. Now, if you would excuse me," I got up from the couch and let the blanket fall to the ground. Green watched in silence as I pressed the button on the elevator.

The elevator came in a jiffy. I got on and left Green up there in his office. Before the elevator could reach the ground floor, it stopped on the 22nd floor. In came the very girl who carried me into this building: you. You did not even glance at me as you were too busy reading a file. You came in and pressed the button for the 10th floor. You were in a new lab coat but your clothes underneath was the same; your gaze was fixed on the papers in your hand; you had dark circles under your eyes, indicating little sleep; your yellow hair was released from the binds of the cap I saw the other day, revealing the long pony tail hidden underneath. I stood there shifting on my feet, debating whether to strike up a conversation or not.

I opened my mouth to say something, "Hey, Yellow."

You jumped and turned around. "Oh! Hey Red! How are you doing?" you asked.

"Fine." I replied. Silence returned as you went back to looking at your papers.

The elevator got to the 10th floor and you said, "Bye!" before you got off towards what looks like a series of labs. The door closed again on your leaving figure. The elevator continued to hum as it went down. Once the elevator stopped, I got out and started walking towards the door, not knowing where to go. But a voice called my name, "Red!" I turned around and saw you running from the elevators. When you got to me, you were out of breath. You stuffed a piece of paper in my hand. "This… this is the hospital where they took Misty's body. You… you should go see her for the last time… You can't get her ashes because you aren't family but you should still be able to see her." you puffed out.

I stared at the paper for a while. I looked back into your amber eyes and forced myself to put on my stage smile, "Thanks." Your face looked worried. Was my smile not convincing? "See you." I said as I turned to leave.

I headed out of the large skyscraper and towards the nearest bus stop. As I got on the bus and sat down, I earn a few glances from some girls. I ignored them and looked at the paper again. I noticed that besides the address, there was a note on the corner.

Don't be sad! I'm sure Misty wouldn't want you to be. If you are still sad, get it out somehow! Like through what you like to do. Green mentioned that you've got a band? Cool! Can you write a song? Write out your feelings! See you around! Call me if you want to talk about anything. I'm all ears. 416-1206.

By now, I had figured you to be quite the bubbly person. Except when you were working. I could tell you were hard working. Suddenly, a melody came to my head. I started to hum it to myself. After a while, I took out some paper and started writing whatever came to mind. By the time I arrived at the hospital, I was pretty much finished with the song.

I walked into the cold building that reeked of death. I went to the reception and asked to see Misty's body. The receptionist said I couldn't. But soon, she recognized me as Red, the leader of the Starry Nights, my band. So after some pressuring, I was let in to see Misty for a brief moment, in exchange for access to the club we usually played at for a week. I walked down the corridors and was led to an even colder room. Inside, numerous amounts of large cabins where the ones no longer belong to this world lay. I showed the person inside my pass and told him who I wanted to see. He got up and walked over to a cabin in the middle. He pulled it out to reveal a black bag. He zipped it to the body's neck and left me alone with Misty. I stared at her unmoving face and ran a finger to trace her face. I didn't know how much time had passed but the guy came back in to the room and told me my time was up. I nodded and looked at Misty's face for the last time before I turned to leave. I left, with a single tear falling on the floor.

Later that day, I texted my band mates my new lyrics. Apparently, they loved it. They wanted to practice it at our club later today. I went home and took a long shower. I came out and sat on my bed. I don't know why but I picked up my cell phone and dialed the number you gave me. It rang once.

Twice. "Hello, this is Yellow. Who's this?" you answered.

"Uh, it's Red." I said. I heard the phone shift.

"Oh, hey, Red. What's up?"

I was silent for a while, thinking what I should say.

"Red?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry. Uh, I was wondering if you were free later today." I said, glancing at the clock that read 3:00.

"Uh lemme check." You said, and put the phone down. I heard some paper ruffle. "Yeah, I'm free after 4. What's up?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me and some of my friends."

You were silent. "Are you okay Red?"

That surprised me. "Yeah, of course I am. Why?"

"Nothing. It must be my imagination. So where should I meet you?"

"I could come and pick you up."

"Sounds good. See you later then."

At around four, I got dressed, grabbed my guitar, and headed out the door. I got into my car and drove to Green's company. When I arrived, you were already standing outside, out of your lab coat, changed your clothes, and looked… prettier. I pulled up and said, "Hey. Get in. We are almost late." You raised your eyebrows and got in. You buckled your seat belt and asked, "Where are we going?" as I pulled out of the drive way. "You'll see." I drove in silence while you sat next to me, looking out the window.

We pulled up to the club and my band mates were already standing outside. "Yo, Red, my boy. Heard about Misty. Sorry man." Gold said. "Yes, Red. We're sorry to hear about her." Crystal said. Silver just gave me sympathetic eyes. Gold, Crystal, and Silver made up my band, and they were all three years younger than I was. But sometimes, I felt that they were family I could confide in. "Yeah. Um, guys, this is Yellow. She tried to save Misty." The gang greeted you. We went inside and we were immediately met by a bunch of fans. "Oh my god, Red, I heard about your girlfriend. Uh, what was her name again? Whatever, will you go out with me?" Similar remarks echoed in my head. It was painstaking.

"HER NAME WAS MISTY, THANK YOU VERY MUCH." You yelled at the top of your lungs. Everyone became quiet and stared at your small figure. You suddenly looked embarrassed. "Red is grieving. If you people really are his fans, you would let him do so instead of trying to get in his pants." You said quietly.

I couldn't hold it anymore. I roared in laughter. Gold did the same, "Haha, aw, man. Yellow, missy, you have a crude mouth for someone that looks so proper."

You blushed very hard.

"Hehe, Thanks Yellow, now let's get you seated." I led you to a front row seat. "Hey, Wally, hit her up with a nice drink." I said to the green-haired waiter. He nodded and went to the bar. I went behind the stage and tuned my guitar. (Hit that play button!) I could hear the noise outside. I looked at the other three and we walked onto the stage. I was on the guitar, Silver on the base, Crystal on keyboard and Gold on the drums. I strummed the first few notes and we began:

I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done
And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
Slower slower
We don't have time for that
All I want's to find an easy way
To get out of our little heads
Have heart, my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

-End of song-

The whole club stood up as I finished the song. I saw you get up as well, clapping. "Thank you very much for supporting us as always. As you may have heard, my girlfriend was killed in a car accident recently. This song is a dedication to her. I hope you guys can have a nice night while drinking moderately so no one else has the same fate. Don't drink and drive guys. Thanks again." I signed off and we walked off the stage.

"That was really good, Red. I can't believe you can up with all that in two days." You said as we approached your table.

"It was one, actually. But yeah, thanks." I said, sitting down. The other three sat down as well. "Wally, get us the usual orders please." I told Wally. He nodded and headed into the kitchen.

The whole group made small chat as we waited for our food, with the occasional fan coming up for pictures or autographs. The food came and we ate in silence. That night was the first night I felt I could be at ease after Misty died.

Days and weeks passed since Misty's death. What a sad excuse for a boyfriend I am. I wasn't even able to go to her funeral. Her parents blamed me for her death. I don't blame them. I would have said the same thing to myself. I buried myself in creating music to hide from the pain. I was writing a new song almost every day. After I invited you, you came to the club every week. There was a twinge in my heart every time I saw you. I knew what this feeling was. But I couldn't accept it. I had to reject it. This feeling was love. I couldn't. Not yet.

Two months passed and I was at Green's office, hanging out when he told me about his arranged marriage. I couldn't believe it. He had somehow got into an arranged marriage with Sapphire, the daughter of a CEO of another pharmaceutical and one of our juniors from college. I always promised him to be his best man for his wedding, but hell, I expected the bride to be Blue. You understand, right? After all, you were Blue's best friend. So imagine my shock when he asked me to be the best man for THIS wedding. I almost coughed up my drink. "Are you serious in marrying Sapphire? Where the hell is Ruby in all this? Those two were made for each other. And you. I'd promised to be your best man but that was for Blue. I am not seeing you marry some poor child!" I protested.

Green flung an empty file to my head. I dodged. "God damn it, Red. I know! You think I want to be married to Sapphire? I'm not interested! But do you think my blockhead of a father would listen? That idiot says it's for my future but I know! I know that he's only thinking of the profit made from joining the two companies. I fucking know." Green said, on the verge of snapping. I could see his grip tighten on his drink. If I didn't know better, he could probably crush the glass. The only one I know who could calm him right now is Blue. This is probably the only time I wished she was here. "Yo, sorry. Fine. I'll be your best man." I said. Green's grip loosened on the glass. "Thanks Red. You don't know how much this means to me." He said. I smiled, "It's what a friend is for."

That night, I had a nightmare. You were wearing the same bloody lab coat you wore on the night of Misty's death. The only difference was that you were the one on the floor; your blood on my hands. Red dyed your blonde hair orange. As orange as Misty's hair. That was all I remember before I woke up in a sweat-soaked shirt. It didn't take me long to grab my cell phone and call you. It rang once. Twice. "Hello?" a sleepy voice answered. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Uh…" Okay, that was embarrassing. I hung up before I got to say a word. I put down the phone and went to take a needed shower.

Just as I was about to get out of the shower, a knock came on my door. I ignored it. The knock quickly became bangs. And soon, a voice followed the bangs, "Oh my God, Red, are you in there? Did something happen? Red? Red!" It was your voice. I didn't bother putting on my clothes, I grabbed a towel and bolted for the door. I opened the door and a fist came down on my bare chest. I looked down to see your eyes open franticly and your breaths quick and short. You ran here. "Oh my god, Red. Thank goodness you are alright. Why did you call me? Did something happen?" You questioned. "Yellow. Yellow, calm down. Uh, why don't you come in?" You stepped pass me and entered my apartment. "Feel free to sit anywhere." I said. But truth be told, there wasn't really a place for you to sit. The only place that was free from clutter was the bed that I just slept in. My room was cluttered with dirty clothes and dirty take-out boxes.

You seemed to have noticed too. "How can I sit? It's so messy." You said as you picked up one of my dirty boxers.

I made a dive for it and grabbed it out of your hands. "You don't need to clean!" I said. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks.

Just then, you seem to realize I was only wearing a towel. You blushed while you threw nearby clothes at me, "What the heck? Put on some clothes!"

I laughed as I caught them. I threw the dirty clothes on the ground and walked back to the bathroom. "I would have if you didn't bang on my door like I was a wanted criminal." I found the shirt and pants I was going to change into. "Why did you come anyways?" I said.

"Are you kidding? You call me in the middle of the night and then hang up without a word. I tried to call you again but you didn't pick up. Do you know how worried I was?"

"Haha, I'm sorry. I thought I would have bothered you."

"You wouldn't. I was on call anyways. I needed to be on alert for my patients."

"Oh yeah, you work at Green's hospital too."

"Yup. It's sometimes tiring but I'm happy with it."

"Ha, you're really nice. How did you find my apartment anyways? Green tell you?"

"No, I was in panic so I called Blue. She seems to know where everyone lives."

My eyes widened and I stuck my head out the door. "BLUE?"

You realized your mistake and covered your mouth. "Oh my lord. Don't tell Green that. Please. I promised to keep it a secret."

I walked out of the bathroom and sat down next to you. "Yellow, my best friend has been looking for her since six months ago. I can't just leave it at that when you know where she is. Please Yellow. Tell me?" I asked with sincere eyes. Our eyes locked and we were just staring at each other for a while. I swear something possessed me as I leaned in close. I didn't confirm mutuality. I just headed in and crashed our lips together. I saw surprise in your eyes at first and then you closed them. I did the same. We stayed like that for a while, enjoying this simple kiss. I kinda felt guilty but to hell with that. A soft moan escaped your lips and my body was urged to take it to the next step.

"BEEPBEEPBEEP"a loud noise came from your pocket. You jumped straight up and backed away. We both stared at each other before you rushed to the beeping pager. You read it quickly and looked at me. "Uh, I'm needed at the hospital… Bye," you said before you dashed out of the room.

I ran my hand through my hair. "God damn it, Red. What's wrong with you? How can you be so stupid. You just kissed Yellow. What the hell?" I leaned back in frustration. My lips were the only thing that was warm in the cold, heatless room.

The next day, it was raining and I felt obligated to visit Misty's grave. With flowers in hand, I went to the cemetery. Little did I know someone beat me to there. You were kneeling in front of her grave, praying. "Misty, I'm sure you saw what happened yesterday night. I never met you but I'm sure you were a wonderful person. Red loves you very much and I'm sure of it. What happened yesterday was a mistake and I won't see Red again. Rest in peace." You got up to leave. I came out from behind a tree and grabbed your hand. You spun around with wide eyes.

I smiled and turned to Misty's grave. "Hey, Misty. How have you been?" I asked as I placed the flowers down on her grave. I could feel you trying to squirm your way out of my grip but I held on. "Misty, there's this girl I met and I really like her. She's nice, smart, and really funny. I think you'll like her too. I hope that you can accept us together," I finished before turning to you. "Yellow, you have been with me when I was at my worst. Been my savior when I was lost. I've come to really like you. I was wondering if you could be my girlfriend."

You stared at me as if I asked if the sky was purple. "Red, I c…" Can't. That's what you were going to say. I knew it. Misty, if you can accept me and her together… please… give me a sign… Before you can say can't, a big gust of wind blew from behind you and you literally flew into my arms. You pushed me away. "I didn't mean that Red! I'm sorry!" You said as you blushed very cutely and tried to run away. I smiled and pulled you into my arms.

"It's alright Yellow. Misty gave me a sign. I think it'll be alright for us to date." I said. We stood in silence.

"Really?" you said after a while.

I laughed. "Yeah." I said as I bent down and kissed you.

YAY! DONE! NYA! Sorry it took so long. Major writers block. Even now I'm supposed to finish some late homework. So I don't really have much to say but don't expect next chapter to be up early. Next is Mangaquest I believe. I'm not really connected with that one. Okay, until next time!