Mr. Blue (Namelessshipping)

Chapter 3: Twelve Days

Me: "If no POV is mentioned, then it's just third person POV, which you guys can totally figure out on your own, but fyi anyways. Oh, yeah, and by the chapter titles you can see that we've started a countdown." *Grins devilishly* "Hmm, I wonder what will happen..."

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A sharp scream pierces the morning air, not something high-pitched as though from a frightened girl, but deeper and more animalistic as though from something ancient. The sound trails off with the startled 'caw's of some winged beasts calling after it.

The morning in the forest is misty and otherwise quiet. The dew on the grass in the makeshift campsite is undisturbed as Yellow and Blue sleep peacefully, unawakened. Yellow mouths words to herself noiselessly as her Pikachu rests by her head. Her fingers twist in the grass blades unconsciously. The hood of her cloak has fallen away in the throws of sleep. The fire has gone out, its remnants sizzling faintly under the supervision of the wet morning. One last, thin wisp of smoke travels up from a coal, witnessed only by the blackened bones of some creature whose flesh has been consumed. An empty eye socket watches forever.

Ashes to ashes...

Dust to-

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

One great, blue appendage rakes the earth with its claws as Blastoise shifts in its sleep, leathery brow furrowed in dreamy concentration, upper jaw and lower jaw parted, a white, billowing cloud of warm exhalation escaping the beast's lungs as it cries out in its sleep.

"MOOOOOOOOOOO!"

By Blastoise's side, Blue startles upright into a sitting position. Very suddenly awake, he stares out across the campsite at Yellow, blinking slowly, hair disheveled, uncomprehending.

Blastoise rakes the ground with all four clawed appendages now, successfully moving itself with a great thump. Some look of awareness reaches Blue's eyes, and he turns and smacks the giant tortoise on the shell, the slap of skin on bone sounding painful.

"Are you dreaming you're a cow again?!" he shouts, now clutching his rapidly reddening palm.

"Moo...?" Heavy blue lids lift, dark eyes initially looking off into the world at an odd angle and then righting themselves, focusing. They take one, slow look at their tamer, then close. With one tremendous thud, Blastoise flips itself onto its back and balances precariously there on the hump of its shell.

Blue just stares at the scene blankly for a moment, his shirt hanging from his shoulders at an untidy angle.

"What's happening?" a feminine voice sighs tiredly from the other side of the deceased fire. Yellow is blinking up at the cracks of blue splitting through the overhead canopy of leaves, fingers still curled in the damp grass, when her vision is eclipsed by a man.

"Wow, you're actually a girl," Blue announces, standing over her.

Yellow shuts her soil-colored eyes in a grimace. "And you are a..." she inhales deeply, seeming to change her mind, "You know, I never said I was a man. Why is it so surprising that I'm a woman?" Her eyes open.

And Blue is gone, back to his side of the campsite, rocking Blastoise's shell with forceful shoves as he tries to get the huge lug of a beast up. Yellow lies still on her back, watching the blue cracks of sky, and yanks up a handful of grass, shredding blades from roots.

"Which way are we headed again?!" Blue calls, still unsuccessful in his task. A seemingly empty, upturned shell now sits at his feet, all of the limbs pulled inside.