Snowfall (SpecialShipping)

Spiritual Connection

Yellow's P.O.V.

      "Your time is up. Come with us." My head slowly raised itself. Dried blood on my neck cracked, sending waves of agony through my body. Be strong. Don't let Da- Claude see you cry. "Fine." I said icily, then walked out of my cell for the first time since I was kidnapped hours ago. The guard shoved me roughly down the dark hallway. I scoffed at him, then walked ahead. I'm surprised they didn't even try to restrain me. They probably know my condition, though. I sighed in defeat.

A soft thud shook the metal underneath me. The hum of the engine ceased abruptly, sending confusion to my senses. Eevee? What's going on? I asked telepathy as I began walking again. I think we landed. The Pokémon said cautiously. I nodded unconsciously. Why would we land? Unless... My eyes widened in hope. I bolted off, not caring about my wounds. Is Red really here? I heard the guard screaming after me. Whatever. Just let me see him. I turned a corner sharply to see Claude walk into a ray of light. The outside? I smiled for the first time in what seemed like days. I ran to the opening. I need to see him. I ignored the heavy stomps of the guards. The familiar, cold breeze rustled my blonde, blood stained hair. Snowflakes blew into the ship. I never thought I would be happy to see such icy abomination.

My eyes widened when I saw him past my good for nothing father. The one I loved, only beyond my reach by the one who took me away from him. "Now, why don't you come inside and see your-" Claude said as he turned around to see me. I gave him my icy glare. This man gained my hate in less than a day. Impressive. "Is that you? Lola?" I flinched at the name of my mother. Does he still care about Mom? But, after what he did to me... How dare he even speak Mom's name. "And what if I am?" I said. Might as well mess with him while I have an advantage. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Red staring at me with confusion and concern. "Then- but I- YOU ARE DEAD!" Claude screamed, clutching his head in confusion, sinking to his knees. Sadness clutched my heart, wrapping itself around it like a snake. Again, memories of her grave broke out of the prison I once harbored them in. Red reached out to me, saying, "Yellow! Wait!"

"There's the prisoner! Get her!"

      I gave Red one final glance of pain and sadness. "I'm sorry." Forcing everything aside, I ran from the guards, moments away from grabbing me. To pull me into endless despair and pain. I felt more blood crack, and the maroon liquid splattered on the floor. I winced. I'm so sorry, Red. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Red's P.O.V.

I looked at the snowy Mount Coronet, shrouded in the oncoming snowstorm. They should have been here by now. Or who ever took Yellow. I just wanted to see her again. So why did this happen? I clenched my fists. Why her? Why didn't they just kidnap me in the first place? There are too many questions left unanswered.

A soft humming rang throughout the entire base of the mountain. My black hair was blown away from my face as a giant airship landed in front of me. I stuffed my hands in my pockets, and narrowed my eyes when a door opened, showing a man in his 40's, with blonde/gray hair. He smirked at me, walking out of his ship to meet me. This was the man. I'm sure of it. That took her away from me.

"Red of Pallet Town. A pleasure to meet you. My name is Claude." He said, extending his hand. I slapped it away. "Don't play business man with me. Where is Yellow?" I hissed. Claude retracted his hand, and gave me a smug look. "Of course, of course." He said, keeping an eye on every movement I made. His eyes made their way down to my wrist. "A Mega Ring?" He whispered. I gave him a confused look. He sounded, almost... Regretful? Sad? Claude shook his head, and the smug look returned to his aging face.

"Now, why don't you come inside and see your-" He said, turning around, but stopping, verbally and physically. I peeked around him to see her. The one I loved, only beyond my reach by the one who took her from me. Her clothes were tattered and dirty, and the scarf around her neck was tied a little too tight for comfort. My eyes widened in shock when I saw blood. Blood against her pale skin, run down her arm and drip off of her fingers. He- Claude- he actually... Her icy glare send shivers down my spine, it was just so different from her usual smile. "Is that you? Lola?" I saw her flinch. Who's Lola? Just another question was piled on top of the rest. "And what if I am?" Yellow responded, recovered from his sudden question. "Then- but I- YOU ARE DEAD!" Claude screamed, toppling over.