PokéSpecial - Green/Yellow
Author/LJ username: Kanon
Fandom: Pokémon Special
Characters/Pairing: Green/Yellow
Title: Snowflake Shield
Rating: PG (just to be safe).
Warnings/Disclaimers: Spoilers for the Yellow saga of the manga. Also, I use the Japanese and fan-translated names. Finally, I don’t own Pokémon or Pokémon Special.
Yellow grabbed her straw hat as a gust of cold wind kicked up a cloud of dirt. She shivered and looked at Green worriedly, hoping she had grabbed her hat before he saw anything. Nevertheless, he looked as serious as ever, and she wondered if he would still look that serious even if he had noticed.
Green just called back his Charizard, signifying the end of his own training, and he clutched his cape closer. He looked up at the sky expectantly, and Yellow followed his gaze to see a cold, fluffy snowflake fall on her cheek. She wiped the already-melted snowflake away and coaxed her Raticate and her Caterpie back into their Pokéballs. She looked at Pika, and he stared at her with a look that said, ‘you’d better not be thinking of putting me in one of those things.’ Yellow smiled weakly and put the balls back on her belt to reassure Pika. She didn’t need to read his thoughts to figure that out.
Yellow noted the dark gray clouds and the seawater being tossed on the horizon and bit her lip. Over the last couple of days, she had gotten somewhat used to the occasionally violent weather-Green had told her that there was nothing to worry about since these storms usually came and went-but she didn’t like the looks of those clouds, and she could tell Green felt the same way.
“We should head back to the cabin,” said Green matter-of-factly. “Now.” He turned to her and stared, which made Yellow feel quite self-conscious until she noticed that he was staring at her Doduo.
She let out a little gasp of realization and hopped on Dodosk’s back with Pika in tow. After picking up Green, she gave the reins a little flick, and off they went.
Green noticed right away that riding Yellow’s Doduo was significantly different in comparison to his Charizard. He frowned and tried to find an easy way to hold on without it being overly awkward, while Yellow just went on her merry way, completely oblivious to Green’s plight. In a gesture of half irritation and half desperation, he grabbed Yellow around the waist, and she noticeably flinched. Yellow’s only response was a tighter grip on Dodosk’s reins.
“I’m not used to riding Doduos,” he quietly admitted. That explanation didn’t make her feel any better.
The snow was really coming down now, and the cold pinched her cheeks and hands, but the small cabin was in sight now. She was forced to hold her hat to her head and steer Dodosk with one hand, which she did against her better judgment.
“You okay back there, Green?” Yellow’s teeth clattered a bit as she spoke, still fully aware of Green’s hands around her waist.
“I’m fine,” he said, trying to conceal his own chills. “Just concentrate on what you’re doing.”
“R-right.” She turned her attention to the Pikachu next. “Pika?”
He was shivering too, but he nodded with a determined gleam in his eyes.
When they approached the cabin (well, it was a little too run down to be called a cabin, it was more of a hut really) she flicked the reins twice and Dodosk slid to a stop. Green promptly let go of Yellow and got off the Doduo. Yellow quickly followed suit with Pika in tow, but not without letting out a small sigh of relief first.
Yellow smiled and said, “You did great, Dodosk. Thanks.” It let out a happy cry of satisfaction before she called it back and put the Pokéball back on her belt.
She noticed that Green was glaring at the hut, clearly unhappy with its location. It was closer to the water than he would have liked. Unfortunately, if dirty looks could move buildings, the hut would be in the center of the mainland by now. Another gust of wind and snowflakes was blown in their faces as they walked closer to the hut, and Yellow rubbed her hands together to try and warm them up. Green had his cape to shield his body, but he didn’t look much warmer than she did.
The door creaked open as they walked in and Green locked the door behind them. He really didn’t need to; there was no one else there. Well, that was what Yellow assumed. To her, Green seemed like the kind of person to err on the side of caution, and she thought he would have inspected the area carefully because of whom they were up against.
The hut seemed so empty, but that was only because there were only three pieces of furniture: a desk and a moth-eaten bed and couch. There was an old fireplace too, but it was too small to be of significant use. The hut had little to no insulation, so while it was better than being outside, it wasn’t by much in this weather. To top it all off, there was only one blanket.
This was going to be interesting.
Yellow thought about quickly dashing towards the blanket and claiming it for herself as she stood by the door, shivering. She didn’t act on that sudden impulse, but she did wonder how this was going to work out without either of them catching hypothermia, or at the very least, a cold. Without saying a word about their current circumstances, Green left his cape draped over a chair to dry and walked to the window at the other side of the room, staring out the window with his elbow resting on the sill. Pika then dashed towards the bed and took cover from the cold inside the pillowcase. Unable to take it anymore, she tottered over to the bed as well and snatched the blanket. She wrapped it around herself like a cape and curled up on the bed. Yellow was only dozing, but she had heard somewhere that it wasn’t a good idea to sleep in these kinds of conditions. She sat up and yawned, only to see her hat lying on the bed-not to mention Green staring right at her.
Yellow’s eyes widened in horror. She quickly reached for the straw hat and pulled the brim over her ears, as if it would make a difference. She frowned and looked away, almost looking ashamed of herself.
“I already knew.”
“What?” Yellow stared at him, puzzled.
“I already knew,” Green said, irritated. He didn’t like to repeat himself.
“When did you find out?” she asked, ignoring his tone.
“Only a few days ago, when your Rattata evolved,” he said, looking out the window again. He didn’t say it out loud, but even if her hat didn’t fall off when she fell asleep, the sudden crying and some of her other mannerisms would have at least made him suspicious.
“Oh, I see,” she said nervously. “…Green, please don’t tell anyone.”
“To be honest, I don’t really care. Besides, it’s none of my business,” he said airily.
“Thank you.”
Green merely nodded in response.
For a few minutes, the only sound was the storm slowly becoming more violent. In the meantime, Yellow decided to try and get Pika into a Pokéball, since he would be warmer in her cloth belt. Yellow didn’t really think that she would be able to, but it was worth a try. However, no amount of bribing or pleading would convince the stubborn Pokémon. So instead she asked Pika to emit some sparks to start a fire in the fireplace. Pika happily obliged when he realized that Yellow had given up. Green had been watching the whole time, and he knew from the beginning that Yellow’s efforts would be in vain. If Red had trouble getting Pika into a Pokéball, what chance did Yellow have?
Green opened his Pokédex and looked at the time. (Damn…the sun will be setting soon, and the blizzard is getting worse.) He finally walked away from the window and towards the fire with Yellow and Pika. He dragged the chair with his cape hanging on it near the fire to let it dry.
“Is it getting any better out there, Green?” Yellow asked. The blanket was still draped around her shoulders and Pika was sitting on her lap.
He shook his head and sat down. “If anything, it’s getting worse.” Green rubbed his hands together vigorously. He was noticeably shivering.
Yellow wasn’t sure what suddenly possessed her to do so, but she suddenly reached out and grabbed Green’s hands. “Your hands are so cold. You must be freezing! You shouldn’t have been standing by that window for so long.”
He wrested his hands from her grasp. He didn’t say anything; he just stared into the fire. She frowned and she gave him the right side of the blanket. He reluctantly accepted it, mumbled some thanks and covered his right shoulder. The blanket wasn’t that big, so they had to move closer to each other to share the warmth. Close enough so their shoulders were touching.
“Your clothes are kind of damp,” said Green when his own shoulder started feeling a little wet.
“I know, but there isn’t really anything I can do about it,” she said. She plucked her yellow vest and rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger thoughtfully. “Well, except for this vest.”
“If you’re going to scold me for standing by the window and getting cold, it would be hypocritical of you to keep that vest and catch hypothermia because of it, yes?” said Green, smirking.
“I suppose so, but…” she paused for a moment. “Could you turn around?”
That request made Green raise an eyebrow; it was just a vest, wasn’t it? Nevertheless, he shrugged and turned away.
Yellow then turned her attention to Pika, who was still sitting in her lap. “You too, Pika.”
After Pika got out of her lap and turned away, Yellow reluctantly took off her hat and hurriedly took off her belt so she could pull off the long vest. She put the hat back on her head, but her belt back on and left it with Green’s cape to let it dry.
“Okay, I’m done.” Her sleeves were still kind of wet, but the rest of her shirt and her jeans were dry, and the fire would help a bit.
Green and Pika turned around. Pika had gone to get the pillowcase from the bed and he wrapped himself up before going back to the blanket and falling asleep. Green was still wondering why he had to in the first place, and he stared at the small fire, with a thoughtful look on his face.
“This is a good opportunity for you to finish studying Red’s Pokédex,” he said.
Yellow looked dejected and was a little more concerned about surviving at the moment, but she knew he was dead serious.
“Studying it won’t make a difference on whether we survive or not. Besides, with our training cut short by the storm, this is a good way to make up for it.”
She sighed wearily. She knew he’d say something like that. Reluctantly, she got her sketchbook and took the Pokédex out of her pocket. She flipped through all the pages (although she was careful to “miss” some of her more personal sketches) and noted that her drawing was improving. Yellow had to admit, although the whole thing was tiresome, it did help a lot, in more ways than one. Green was looking over her shoulder, pointing out any errors she made along the way. She didn’t let it bother her, since he was her teacher for the time being.
Yellow was making good progress until she heard the window rattling from the wind. She had instinctively turned to the window to look, but since Green was sitting so close and looking over her shoulder, her lips ended up brushing against Green’s.
“Ah!” She shied away from him, with traces of pink on her cheeks.
Green just looked surprised, and he slowly raised his hand to touch his lips. “That…that doesn’t leave this room,” he said as he turned his attention to the fire again. Yellow just nodded with enthusiasm.
An awkward silence permeated the atmosphere as the Pokédex and her sketchbook lay on the floor, long forgotten. Green periodically checked the time, and found the slow passage of time to be agonizing. Meanwhile, Yellow was doing her best to look calm, because on the inside she was having a panic attack.
(Why am I so unlucky today my gosh I can’t believe that just happened what am I going to do now that was my first…!!) Her mind screamed. She was focusing so hard on panicking and trying to look calm that her shivers took a back seat. However, the last thing Yellow wanted was to get any closer to Green, even if it meant abandoning the blanket. She knew it was stupid, but she really, really didn’t want to. All she did was lie down on her side and almost instantaneously fall asleep without even thinking. It was her defense mechanism.
Green then snapped out of his own daze when he heard her moving. He frowned with an irritated look on his face. He stood up, grabbed her shoulders and made her sit up. Yellow was still out like a light.
(She can sleep through anything, apparently.)
He sat back down and threw the blanket over her shoulder again. He had to hold onto her shoulder to keep her from falling over again. Only a few minutes later, Yellow woke up and yawned. She rubbed her eyes and she had to think for a moment before she remembered what was going on. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant memory to wake up to.
A moment later, she heard Green yawn as well. “I guess yawning really is contagious,” she said with a weak smile.
“I suppose,” he said. “But why did you do that?”
“Hmm? Do what?” Yellow asked.
“Fall asleep like that.”
“Oh, that,” she said. “It’s an instinct, I think. It just calms me down.”
Green didn’t really get it. Did she have narcolepsy or something? He really wondered how she could be so calm about some things. “Don’t be so carefree about these things,” he said. Green spoke with even tones, not betraying his real feelings.
“I know; it was stupid, but thanks anyway,” Yellow said.
“…You’re welcome,” he mumbled.
Yellow then picked up her sketchbook again and started working again. She stopped when she noticed that her lines were getting squiggly, and she couldn’t even read her own writing. Yellow just erased the page and tried again, but there was no improvement the second time. Finally, she just closed the book and the Pokédex out of frustration. She clutched the blanket closer.
“Just like I thought,” he said suddenly.
“Huh?”
“I know a little bit about hypothermia. You’ve got a mild case of it, I think,” he said. Green reached over to check to see if his cape was still damp. It was. Green then stood up and sat so he was back to back with Yellow, then he wrapped his end of the blanket around himself and handed the other end back to her.
Yellow was starting to feel a little guilty. She didn’t want to be so dependent on Green. What was the point of learning if she couldn’t get by on her own? Nothing. She was wasting not only her own time but Green’s as well if she couldn’t pull her own weight after this. What could she do to help without losing more of her own body heat?
Her mind drew a blank. She blamed it on the cold. (I want to protect you for once. I just don’t know how.) Yellow hugged her knees under the blanket to keep warm and she let her chin rest on her knees. Yellow once again stared at the fire, but it was more like she was staring through it.
She wasn’t sure how long it was before she nodded off. All she knew was that a sneeze woke her up, and it sounded like it came from behind her.
(He doesn’t really seem like the type to get sick, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.) She stood up and squatted down in front of him. He glared at her with bags under his eyes, and she figured that he wasn’t a morning person. She reached out and pressed her wrist against his forehead. Pika was awake as well, and he had followed her out of curiosity.
“I’m not sick,” he said stubbornly.
He was right, actually. His forehead didn’t seem warm enough to warrant a fever, and he looked fine. “Better safe than sorry, right?” she said. Green couldn’t disagree with that.
Pika had gone off to relight the fire-it had gone out after they all fell asleep-and took some comfort in the faint warmth. Meanwhile, she stood up and meant to look out the window to check the weather, but she hesitated. The window brought back an embarrassing memory. Yellow tried to ignore it and she walked there anyway. The glass was cold and her fingers stiffly dragged against it when she tried to make a peephole.
The storm had died down, although snowflakes were still falling lazily from the sky. Yellow couldn’t really tell, but the snow was about two feet thick, or at the very least, a foot and a half. The sun was only beginning to peak out, so they weren’t getting out soon, that was for sure.
The roof of the hut groaned under the weight of the heavy snow. Both of them looked up at the ceiling.
“The snow is too heavy. We have to move it right away,” he said, gritting his teeth.
“I’ll do it,” Yellow said instinctively. He mind fumbled with a reason to convince him for a moment, but then she blurted, “It’ll be better if there’s only one of us on the roof at a time.”
Green could see the logic in that, but there was one thing that bothered him. “How do you plan on clearing the snow?”
That stumped her. The snow was too packed to simply blow it away with a Whirlwind, plus using that on a somewhat fragile hut could be disastrous. She needed a tool of some kind. Anything would do. She looked around the room and the desk caught her eye. Yellow touched one of the drawers and tentatively pulled it out. To her delight, the wooden drawer slid out fairly easily. It would work as a scoop.
She took her yellow vest and noticed that it was dry. Yellow took a sideways glance at Green and hesitated even though she knew there was no reason to be nervous about showing him her ponytail. She bit her lip and quickly put it on when Green and Pika weren’t looking.
She opened the window to climb onto the roof, but Green suddenly said, “Here.” Yellow turned around and saw Green holding his cloak.
She blinked with a look of surprise on her face, but it made her a little happier about going outside. She accepted it and swung it around her shoulders. “Thanks, Green.”
“Just don’t fall off the roof,” he said, smirking.
“Hey! That’s not funny…”
She stood on the sill, with Freesk’s Pokéball in her hand. (But at least I get to help you this time.)
Fandom: Pokémon Special
Characters/Pairing: Green/Yellow
Title: Snowflake Shield
Rating: PG (just to be safe).
Warnings/Disclaimers: Spoilers for the Yellow saga of the manga. Also, I use the Japanese and fan-translated names. Finally, I don’t own Pokémon or Pokémon Special.
Yellow grabbed her straw hat as a gust of cold wind kicked up a cloud of dirt. She shivered and looked at Green worriedly, hoping she had grabbed her hat before he saw anything. Nevertheless, he looked as serious as ever, and she wondered if he would still look that serious even if he had noticed.
Green just called back his Charizard, signifying the end of his own training, and he clutched his cape closer. He looked up at the sky expectantly, and Yellow followed his gaze to see a cold, fluffy snowflake fall on her cheek. She wiped the already-melted snowflake away and coaxed her Raticate and her Caterpie back into their Pokéballs. She looked at Pika, and he stared at her with a look that said, ‘you’d better not be thinking of putting me in one of those things.’ Yellow smiled weakly and put the balls back on her belt to reassure Pika. She didn’t need to read his thoughts to figure that out.
Yellow noted the dark gray clouds and the seawater being tossed on the horizon and bit her lip. Over the last couple of days, she had gotten somewhat used to the occasionally violent weather-Green had told her that there was nothing to worry about since these storms usually came and went-but she didn’t like the looks of those clouds, and she could tell Green felt the same way.
“We should head back to the cabin,” said Green matter-of-factly. “Now.” He turned to her and stared, which made Yellow feel quite self-conscious until she noticed that he was staring at her Doduo.
She let out a little gasp of realization and hopped on Dodosk’s back with Pika in tow. After picking up Green, she gave the reins a little flick, and off they went.
Green noticed right away that riding Yellow’s Doduo was significantly different in comparison to his Charizard. He frowned and tried to find an easy way to hold on without it being overly awkward, while Yellow just went on her merry way, completely oblivious to Green’s plight. In a gesture of half irritation and half desperation, he grabbed Yellow around the waist, and she noticeably flinched. Yellow’s only response was a tighter grip on Dodosk’s reins.
“I’m not used to riding Doduos,” he quietly admitted. That explanation didn’t make her feel any better.
The snow was really coming down now, and the cold pinched her cheeks and hands, but the small cabin was in sight now. She was forced to hold her hat to her head and steer Dodosk with one hand, which she did against her better judgment.
“You okay back there, Green?” Yellow’s teeth clattered a bit as she spoke, still fully aware of Green’s hands around her waist.
“I’m fine,” he said, trying to conceal his own chills. “Just concentrate on what you’re doing.”
“R-right.” She turned her attention to the Pikachu next. “Pika?”
He was shivering too, but he nodded with a determined gleam in his eyes.
When they approached the cabin (well, it was a little too run down to be called a cabin, it was more of a hut really) she flicked the reins twice and Dodosk slid to a stop. Green promptly let go of Yellow and got off the Doduo. Yellow quickly followed suit with Pika in tow, but not without letting out a small sigh of relief first.
Yellow smiled and said, “You did great, Dodosk. Thanks.” It let out a happy cry of satisfaction before she called it back and put the Pokéball back on her belt.
She noticed that Green was glaring at the hut, clearly unhappy with its location. It was closer to the water than he would have liked. Unfortunately, if dirty looks could move buildings, the hut would be in the center of the mainland by now. Another gust of wind and snowflakes was blown in their faces as they walked closer to the hut, and Yellow rubbed her hands together to try and warm them up. Green had his cape to shield his body, but he didn’t look much warmer than she did.
The door creaked open as they walked in and Green locked the door behind them. He really didn’t need to; there was no one else there. Well, that was what Yellow assumed. To her, Green seemed like the kind of person to err on the side of caution, and she thought he would have inspected the area carefully because of whom they were up against.
The hut seemed so empty, but that was only because there were only three pieces of furniture: a desk and a moth-eaten bed and couch. There was an old fireplace too, but it was too small to be of significant use. The hut had little to no insulation, so while it was better than being outside, it wasn’t by much in this weather. To top it all off, there was only one blanket.
This was going to be interesting.
Yellow thought about quickly dashing towards the blanket and claiming it for herself as she stood by the door, shivering. She didn’t act on that sudden impulse, but she did wonder how this was going to work out without either of them catching hypothermia, or at the very least, a cold. Without saying a word about their current circumstances, Green left his cape draped over a chair to dry and walked to the window at the other side of the room, staring out the window with his elbow resting on the sill. Pika then dashed towards the bed and took cover from the cold inside the pillowcase. Unable to take it anymore, she tottered over to the bed as well and snatched the blanket. She wrapped it around herself like a cape and curled up on the bed. Yellow was only dozing, but she had heard somewhere that it wasn’t a good idea to sleep in these kinds of conditions. She sat up and yawned, only to see her hat lying on the bed-not to mention Green staring right at her.
Yellow’s eyes widened in horror. She quickly reached for the straw hat and pulled the brim over her ears, as if it would make a difference. She frowned and looked away, almost looking ashamed of herself.
“I already knew.”
“What?” Yellow stared at him, puzzled.
“I already knew,” Green said, irritated. He didn’t like to repeat himself.
“When did you find out?” she asked, ignoring his tone.
“Only a few days ago, when your Rattata evolved,” he said, looking out the window again. He didn’t say it out loud, but even if her hat didn’t fall off when she fell asleep, the sudden crying and some of her other mannerisms would have at least made him suspicious.
“Oh, I see,” she said nervously. “…Green, please don’t tell anyone.”
“To be honest, I don’t really care. Besides, it’s none of my business,” he said airily.
“Thank you.”
Green merely nodded in response.
For a few minutes, the only sound was the storm slowly becoming more violent. In the meantime, Yellow decided to try and get Pika into a Pokéball, since he would be warmer in her cloth belt. Yellow didn’t really think that she would be able to, but it was worth a try. However, no amount of bribing or pleading would convince the stubborn Pokémon. So instead she asked Pika to emit some sparks to start a fire in the fireplace. Pika happily obliged when he realized that Yellow had given up. Green had been watching the whole time, and he knew from the beginning that Yellow’s efforts would be in vain. If Red had trouble getting Pika into a Pokéball, what chance did Yellow have?
Green opened his Pokédex and looked at the time. (Damn…the sun will be setting soon, and the blizzard is getting worse.) He finally walked away from the window and towards the fire with Yellow and Pika. He dragged the chair with his cape hanging on it near the fire to let it dry.
“Is it getting any better out there, Green?” Yellow asked. The blanket was still draped around her shoulders and Pika was sitting on her lap.
He shook his head and sat down. “If anything, it’s getting worse.” Green rubbed his hands together vigorously. He was noticeably shivering.
Yellow wasn’t sure what suddenly possessed her to do so, but she suddenly reached out and grabbed Green’s hands. “Your hands are so cold. You must be freezing! You shouldn’t have been standing by that window for so long.”
He wrested his hands from her grasp. He didn’t say anything; he just stared into the fire. She frowned and she gave him the right side of the blanket. He reluctantly accepted it, mumbled some thanks and covered his right shoulder. The blanket wasn’t that big, so they had to move closer to each other to share the warmth. Close enough so their shoulders were touching.
“Your clothes are kind of damp,” said Green when his own shoulder started feeling a little wet.
“I know, but there isn’t really anything I can do about it,” she said. She plucked her yellow vest and rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger thoughtfully. “Well, except for this vest.”
“If you’re going to scold me for standing by the window and getting cold, it would be hypocritical of you to keep that vest and catch hypothermia because of it, yes?” said Green, smirking.
“I suppose so, but…” she paused for a moment. “Could you turn around?”
That request made Green raise an eyebrow; it was just a vest, wasn’t it? Nevertheless, he shrugged and turned away.
Yellow then turned her attention to Pika, who was still sitting in her lap. “You too, Pika.”
After Pika got out of her lap and turned away, Yellow reluctantly took off her hat and hurriedly took off her belt so she could pull off the long vest. She put the hat back on her head, but her belt back on and left it with Green’s cape to let it dry.
“Okay, I’m done.” Her sleeves were still kind of wet, but the rest of her shirt and her jeans were dry, and the fire would help a bit.
Green and Pika turned around. Pika had gone to get the pillowcase from the bed and he wrapped himself up before going back to the blanket and falling asleep. Green was still wondering why he had to in the first place, and he stared at the small fire, with a thoughtful look on his face.
“This is a good opportunity for you to finish studying Red’s Pokédex,” he said.
Yellow looked dejected and was a little more concerned about surviving at the moment, but she knew he was dead serious.
“Studying it won’t make a difference on whether we survive or not. Besides, with our training cut short by the storm, this is a good way to make up for it.”
She sighed wearily. She knew he’d say something like that. Reluctantly, she got her sketchbook and took the Pokédex out of her pocket. She flipped through all the pages (although she was careful to “miss” some of her more personal sketches) and noted that her drawing was improving. Yellow had to admit, although the whole thing was tiresome, it did help a lot, in more ways than one. Green was looking over her shoulder, pointing out any errors she made along the way. She didn’t let it bother her, since he was her teacher for the time being.
Yellow was making good progress until she heard the window rattling from the wind. She had instinctively turned to the window to look, but since Green was sitting so close and looking over her shoulder, her lips ended up brushing against Green’s.
“Ah!” She shied away from him, with traces of pink on her cheeks.
Green just looked surprised, and he slowly raised his hand to touch his lips. “That…that doesn’t leave this room,” he said as he turned his attention to the fire again. Yellow just nodded with enthusiasm.
An awkward silence permeated the atmosphere as the Pokédex and her sketchbook lay on the floor, long forgotten. Green periodically checked the time, and found the slow passage of time to be agonizing. Meanwhile, Yellow was doing her best to look calm, because on the inside she was having a panic attack.
(Why am I so unlucky today my gosh I can’t believe that just happened what am I going to do now that was my first…!!) Her mind screamed. She was focusing so hard on panicking and trying to look calm that her shivers took a back seat. However, the last thing Yellow wanted was to get any closer to Green, even if it meant abandoning the blanket. She knew it was stupid, but she really, really didn’t want to. All she did was lie down on her side and almost instantaneously fall asleep without even thinking. It was her defense mechanism.
Green then snapped out of his own daze when he heard her moving. He frowned with an irritated look on his face. He stood up, grabbed her shoulders and made her sit up. Yellow was still out like a light.
(She can sleep through anything, apparently.)
He sat back down and threw the blanket over her shoulder again. He had to hold onto her shoulder to keep her from falling over again. Only a few minutes later, Yellow woke up and yawned. She rubbed her eyes and she had to think for a moment before she remembered what was going on. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant memory to wake up to.
A moment later, she heard Green yawn as well. “I guess yawning really is contagious,” she said with a weak smile.
“I suppose,” he said. “But why did you do that?”
“Hmm? Do what?” Yellow asked.
“Fall asleep like that.”
“Oh, that,” she said. “It’s an instinct, I think. It just calms me down.”
Green didn’t really get it. Did she have narcolepsy or something? He really wondered how she could be so calm about some things. “Don’t be so carefree about these things,” he said. Green spoke with even tones, not betraying his real feelings.
“I know; it was stupid, but thanks anyway,” Yellow said.
“…You’re welcome,” he mumbled.
Yellow then picked up her sketchbook again and started working again. She stopped when she noticed that her lines were getting squiggly, and she couldn’t even read her own writing. Yellow just erased the page and tried again, but there was no improvement the second time. Finally, she just closed the book and the Pokédex out of frustration. She clutched the blanket closer.
“Just like I thought,” he said suddenly.
“Huh?”
“I know a little bit about hypothermia. You’ve got a mild case of it, I think,” he said. Green reached over to check to see if his cape was still damp. It was. Green then stood up and sat so he was back to back with Yellow, then he wrapped his end of the blanket around himself and handed the other end back to her.
Yellow was starting to feel a little guilty. She didn’t want to be so dependent on Green. What was the point of learning if she couldn’t get by on her own? Nothing. She was wasting not only her own time but Green’s as well if she couldn’t pull her own weight after this. What could she do to help without losing more of her own body heat?
Her mind drew a blank. She blamed it on the cold. (I want to protect you for once. I just don’t know how.) Yellow hugged her knees under the blanket to keep warm and she let her chin rest on her knees. Yellow once again stared at the fire, but it was more like she was staring through it.
She wasn’t sure how long it was before she nodded off. All she knew was that a sneeze woke her up, and it sounded like it came from behind her.
(He doesn’t really seem like the type to get sick, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.) She stood up and squatted down in front of him. He glared at her with bags under his eyes, and she figured that he wasn’t a morning person. She reached out and pressed her wrist against his forehead. Pika was awake as well, and he had followed her out of curiosity.
“I’m not sick,” he said stubbornly.
He was right, actually. His forehead didn’t seem warm enough to warrant a fever, and he looked fine. “Better safe than sorry, right?” she said. Green couldn’t disagree with that.
Pika had gone off to relight the fire-it had gone out after they all fell asleep-and took some comfort in the faint warmth. Meanwhile, she stood up and meant to look out the window to check the weather, but she hesitated. The window brought back an embarrassing memory. Yellow tried to ignore it and she walked there anyway. The glass was cold and her fingers stiffly dragged against it when she tried to make a peephole.
The storm had died down, although snowflakes were still falling lazily from the sky. Yellow couldn’t really tell, but the snow was about two feet thick, or at the very least, a foot and a half. The sun was only beginning to peak out, so they weren’t getting out soon, that was for sure.
The roof of the hut groaned under the weight of the heavy snow. Both of them looked up at the ceiling.
“The snow is too heavy. We have to move it right away,” he said, gritting his teeth.
“I’ll do it,” Yellow said instinctively. He mind fumbled with a reason to convince him for a moment, but then she blurted, “It’ll be better if there’s only one of us on the roof at a time.”
Green could see the logic in that, but there was one thing that bothered him. “How do you plan on clearing the snow?”
That stumped her. The snow was too packed to simply blow it away with a Whirlwind, plus using that on a somewhat fragile hut could be disastrous. She needed a tool of some kind. Anything would do. She looked around the room and the desk caught her eye. Yellow touched one of the drawers and tentatively pulled it out. To her delight, the wooden drawer slid out fairly easily. It would work as a scoop.
She took her yellow vest and noticed that it was dry. Yellow took a sideways glance at Green and hesitated even though she knew there was no reason to be nervous about showing him her ponytail. She bit her lip and quickly put it on when Green and Pika weren’t looking.
She opened the window to climb onto the roof, but Green suddenly said, “Here.” Yellow turned around and saw Green holding his cloak.
She blinked with a look of surprise on her face, but it made her a little happier about going outside. She accepted it and swung it around her shoulders. “Thanks, Green.”
“Just don’t fall off the roof,” he said, smirking.
“Hey! That’s not funny…”
She stood on the sill, with Freesk’s Pokéball in her hand. (But at least I get to help you this time.)