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Question: HEY, HEY, HEY EVERYBODY. I HAVE A NEW STORY OUT- VIOLET HILL: A PMD3 STORY. IT IS A DARKER RETELLING OF THE PMD3 STORYLINE. I WOULD LOVE YOU IF YOU CHECKED IT OUT.

My Answer: Please?

Characters: Originalshipping.

Summary: Well now apparently it's Arch's birthday *headdesk* so sorry for the three birthday-related fics in a row, guys. Anyways, happy birthday Arch! For anyone that doesn't know, ArchXDeath is an amazing writer and person that I've had the good luck to meet on here: please check out his fic 'Lost Smiles'! It's such a well-paced fic, I'll doubt you'll be able to stop reading it.

One Look

One look speaks a thousand words.

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There were times when Green was grateful for Red's silence. This was one of those times.

Still, the cynicism in the other boy's dark eyes spoke a thousand words. 'Do you really expect me to believe that?' they deadpanned.

"It's true," said Green defensively, raising his voice to speak over the cold winds of Mt. Silver. "Why, is there something wrong with me passing by?"

One sleek black eyebrow lifted, and Green could practically see him calculating the distance between the Viridian gym and Mt. Silver.

Green huffed, his breath curling in the air. "Okay, so maybe I'm not just passing by. Your mom wanted me to give you these." Pawing through his bag, he withdrew a matching pair of mittens and a scarf, and tossed them. Red caught them before they were whisked away by the blizzard.

'That's still not the reason you're here', those burgundy eyes said, keen enough to cut through glass as he slung the scarf around his neck.

Scowling, Green felt his face colour. "Maybe I'm just bored, and had nothing better to do."

'That's not it, either.'

"Maybe I came up here to train."

'Maybe, but that's not why.'

"Maybe…" He swallowed, and schooled his face into stoniness. "Maybe I came to check that you were still alive. You know, since you insist on staying up here and freezing to death for no apparent reason."

A twinkle brightened those irises until they were startlingly claret. 'I didn't realize you cared.'

"I don't care. It's just that…" His cheeks felt hot enough to melt off, but he pressed on. "It's just that there are people back home that miss you. Not-not me, obviously, but people like your mom and Gramps and…"

Red stood, and closed the distance between them in three long strides. Then, in one easy movement, he stopped Green's rambling mouth with a kiss.

Dropping his bag in shock, Green stood rooted to the spot, caught between the urge to return the kiss and push the other boy away.

Because you know, there were times when Green was grateful for Red's silence. And this was one of those times.

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One kiss speaks a thousand emotions.