Hey guys.

Uhm...not much to say, really. Basically, this chapter focuses on our protagonist, Yeer, and the main subplot involving him. Its been mentioned a few times before this, but its addressed here in full, and will be far more important as the story continues. So...yeah. Here we go.

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Pikmin of different colors typically tended to stay to themselves. As soon as they had joined forces with the greens, the yellows had not mingled much with their new allies during the daily treks the caravan made. The blues were more open to integrating themselves with the yellows than the greens were, but they still tended to bunch together around their seed-pod while on the march, Dorunot at their head. The bulbmin ran around the perimeter of the caravan, yipping and barking to one another—but now, as the united force made its way through underground tunnels, the bulbmin seemed far more subdued. Regardless, they did not interact very much with their taller brethren of any particular color.

But the purples didn't quite seem to bother who they were standing next to while on the march. Yeer had spotted some of their number conversing with purples, as well as yellows, and even the occasional (not to mention startled) greens, who were fairly antisocial and unapproachable for any other color. But these purples seemed to social to congregate with themselves alone—no, they were extroverted organisms.

Perhaps the reason they were spread so finely throughout their fellows was because they had no seed-pod to congregate to. As King Purle, standing alongside his next of kin, assembled a group of fifty warriors to bolster the caravan, Yeer had curiously asked him where his seed-pod was. Purle had laughed heartily at this.

Apparently, purples never had any seed-pods. They reproduced, instead, through small flowers called 'Candypop Buds'. These flowers were grown in one of the lower sections of the purples' tunnel system, in a cavern known as 'the nursery'. It was from here food was brought to the flowers, which spat out purple seeds when fed—or when a purple pikmin dived into one of these flowers himself, and was reincarnated with no knowledge of his past life. This idea of being reborn was shocking to Yeer, who still couldn't quite understand how the purples functioned without a seed-pod.

Furthermore, the 'Candypop Buds', or 'Sprouters' as most purples called them, also played a major role in the idea of the purple dynasties. In a small room behind the King's throne room, a Candypop bud was kept alive for countless generations. At some point in his life, each purple king would take a small amount of food back to the pod, and allow the Sprouter to release a single seed, which the king would then pluck and name as his successor. In previous times, the purple kings had occasionally plucked multiple seeds—and therefore had multiple princes—but, due to this practice leading to confrontation, Kings had eventually began to only sire a single heir (though 'sire' might not have been the proper word).

There was a good deal of information like this—information concerning the purples—that they, for the most part, kept to themselves. Naturally, Flewow had wanted to stay in the purple territory for as long as possible, documenting everything he found, but duty called. And Yeer—who was almost sad to tear Flewow away from the treasure-trove of information—was Flewow's closest best friend, and therefore heard more the scolar's insight and musings over purple culture than anything else. Flewow could go on and on for hours—everything ranging from hunting methods to spiritual beliefs was a topic. Sometimes, Yeer felt as if his head was going to explode; he had decided, during one of the more lengthy lectures concerning purple slang terms, that he was not of the scholarly sort.

…Yeer was, in truth, beginning to wonder precisely of what sort he was.

As a newborn, all Yeer had known was his typical day. Wake up, gather food, maybe spend some free time messing around with Lear, and then scramble back up into the seed-pod for some well-deserved rest. He had a simple life, and he had no issues with it at all; he was perfectly content to go on gathering food for his entire life.

He hadn't asked for excitement, or adventure, or even war, which—as he surveyed the massive group of warriors he had gathered—seemed somewhat inevitable when they reached the Barrens to fight the ants. He hadn't wanted any of this to happen. Yeer was not an adventurer, like his Chieftain had been. He was a common pikmin.

…But fate had decided, it seemed, that another road was cut out for this little yellow. A road far more daunting and challenging, as well as one that putting the yellow under far more pressure.

He knew now what was being expected of him—from Flewow, and all the other yellows as well. He was supposed to be their leader and representative through matters of all sorts—and Yeer did not know, still, if he was comfortable with that idea. He wasn't a military tactician, or a wise scholar; he was a worker. And workers—even workers who had killed Wraiths and braved unknown territories from across half the territory recorded by yellows—were not leaders.

But with a heavy sigh, and a look around all the assembled marching yellows, Yeer grimly recognized he had no choice. Whether he wanted it or not, he was stepping into the breach—being shoved into the breach, perhaps, but nonetheless…

Ever since their first days upon returning to the Brush after encountering the ants, haggard and terrified, Yeer had recognized what had to be done. He had gone before the Chieftains to tell them what he saw, just as Lear had—but he, out of the two, has become the leader since them. This scheme, this plan—he had been behind its creation. Flewow planned, and Yeer executed.

And so it was that, in the murk of a mountain tunnel, Yeer the worker bowed his head and let his burden truly weigh upon him.

And, just like any little morsel he had gathered for his seed-pod, he carried it with a sense of purpose.

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Its short. I know. ...Sorry. But we got 2 more pikmin colors coming up in the future--two of the last 3 that we'll be seeing, I daresay--as well as some more Red vs. Blue stuff. Soooooo...yeah!

Also...WE BROKE TWO HUNDRED PAGES IN 1.5 LINE SPACING!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO YEAH!! THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT, AS ALWAYS!!

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