Author's Note: There are various ways that one person can meet another; for instance, Red and Miyuki! I'm currently writing a story for them already, but this idea won't leave my mind and I just had to get it out. I'm putting my other story on hiatus for now since I'm currently intrigued by this plot at the moment. If readers have any suggestions please say so, and please review!

P.S. This is based on a film.

'"Don't you dare!" A feminine, commanding voice boomed out of nowhere.

Tallest Red yelped in response, spilling his hot chocolate all over himself. He growled at the feeling of his burning flesh and turned to glare at his evening intruder. Instead he raised a brow, and his antennae seemed to fail at response as they flattened themselves down onto his head.

There she was, standing clad in her blue robes as light from Irk's moon made her silver cufflinks twinkle. Her eyes were beautiful sapphires.'

Ghostly Encounters, Chapter One

How long has it been? One week... no, two? Yes, two weeks, and he felt no different. To his mind, he was still an invader, and he was relieved that his co-ruler wasn't adjusting too well either. They helped each other, but the royal protocols passed on by the 'Irken Government' as the goons back at City Hall calls themselves were too crucial to Red and Purple's liking.

One rule; be cruel. Well, at least it's to the point.

Their servants weren't helping either, because they tended to get in the way of things and since they were females, they expected the Tallests to react to their flat busts and... Basically their non-attractive body! It was absolute hell, and Red and Purple wished that they never accepted the promotions from their Invader ranks.

The newly crowned amethyst eyed Tallest yawned, "Well I'm off to bed, Reid--"

"Red."

"Right," Purple scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "Sorry about that, well, see ya."

Red waved his counterpart off politely, "Yeah, see ya..."

He hovered down the hall, wiping his face with his digits in exhaustion. Suddenly, he hovered back at the sight of one of the palace butlers. The medium height Irken cleared his throat and gestured for his crimson Tallest down the end of the hall, "Your new quarters awaits, my Tallest."

"Uhh, thank you. Thank you for informing me; uhmm... just, just get back to whatever it is you were doing." He waved the servant away. The butler nodded, turned on his heels and walked down the opposite hall. Red watched curiously until the Irken server was gone before he turned and started to hover to his new room.

It was cozy looking, but the colors were a bit... odd. His name was 'Red' for a reason, but his room had the lovely shade of blue! How nice, a color that is far from ever being compared to his name.

He looked at his surroundings; almost everything was blue, and if it wasn't, it was constructed in shiny silver plating. He spotted a note from the bedside table and picked it up. He flipped it open and it read:

'Sorry for the inconvenience Reid, all will be explained in the morning; for now, just lie on your comfortable atrocious blue bed and relax!

Sincerely,

Governor Pooty.'

Great, he was borrowing someone else's room.

After ridding of his armor and hoverPAK, and putting on his pajamas, Red poured himself a nice cup of hot chocolate from his thermos and walked over to bed.

He had always loved hot chocolate since his mother used to make him some. Her mixture was just perfect, but after she passed away, the hot chocolate he would drink wasn't the same anymore... it was just... plain old hot chocolate. Not even when he made the hot chocolate was it good, his mother's mixture was the only thing that'll satisfy him.

Red blew the smoky cloud rising from the dark substance and took a sip. It wasn't as good as his mom's since he made it, but it was enough to make him feel drowsy. He gently placed the cup he had been drinking in on a bedside table--

"Don't you dare!" A feminine, commanding voice boomed out of nowhere.

Tallest Red yelped in response, and leaped back, spilling his hot chocolate all over himself. He growled at the feeling of his burning flesh and turned to glare at his evening intruder. Instead he raised a brow, and his antennae flattened themselves against his head.

There she was, standing clad in her blue robes as light from Irk's moon through an open window made her silver cufflinks twinkle as it shined on them. Her eyes were perfect sapphires.

But she was still an intruder; how did she even walk in? Red was sure he had locked the door before walking in.

"Wait, how did you get in here?" He questioned, and the tall, Irken female crossed her arms.

"This is my room." She replied, starting to tap her foot. Red thought for a moment. The female standing in front of him was wearing blue, similar to the room's colors around him. But it was late, and he really needed some sleep before the meeting tomorrow morning. He raised his hand,

"Miss, it's late, and I don't want any trouble... could we just please... GAH!" She had attempted to slap him, but instead, her digits went through his head and Red jumped back, yelping in surprise along with the other Irken.

"You're a ghost!" Red blurted, and the female frowned, taking threatening steps towards him.

"I am not a ghost!" She tried to prod his shoulder with a digit but her whole hand went through his body, "I'm just... able to go through people and things! If I was dead, don't you think I would know?" She questioned him smartly, "Now would you please get out of my room?!"

Red blinked at the sight before him. This Irken, this female, was standing through the dead center of her bed and she didn't notice until she followed his confused eyes. She yelped and leaped back.

"What did you do?!"

"What did I do?!" Red gestured to himself and walked over in front of a window to get away from the crazed woman, "I didn't do anything! You're dead!"

"I'm not dead!" The female denied.

Red snapped his digits together and pointed at her, "Then why are you going through things?"

"... Honestly, I have no idea, but I assure you that I am not dead." Again, she crossed her arms.

"Are you sure?"

The sapphire eyed Irken growled, annoyed by the endless teasing of the other alien, and lunged at the newly crowned Tallest, but instead she missed and went plummeting out the window; screaming. Red looked through the window in shock. He tried searching for her in the fogginess of the night and all, but no shadows were seen.

"I'm certainly not dead." He jumped at her sudden voice behind him, and Red turned. He watched as she fixed her robes to a smooth cloth, and then he shifted his eyes, "... You just fell out of a window, and 'survived'."

"Exactly," Was his evening friend's response, "Proof that I'm not dead."

"Then you're a ghost." He clicked, but he got a pout in return.

"Please stop that, let's not forget that I tackled you, and I don't want to have to do it again."

"Let's not forget that you failed at that," He reminded her, "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to sleep." He turned and walked over to a drawer where he pulled a new pair of PJs. Before the female could protest, the crimson optic Tallest disappeared into the bathroom to change. She pouted and faded away.

Red walked out, dirty PJs in hand and he threw them in a nearby laundry basket. He raised a brow at the quiet atmosphere and looked at his surroundings; she wasn't around. He shrugged the event off and climbed into bed, pulling the bed sheet over his shoulders as he settled in the cozy, warm feeling of the mattress.

He felt something, some sort of name tag knitted on the corner of the bed sheet. It read; Miyuki. His eyes snapped open and he read it again, only this time, with his voice, "Miyuki..."

"Yes."

"Gah!" Red rolled off the mattress taking the navy blue bed sheets with him. The ghost, or as she's known as; Miyuki, smiled sweetly from her spot on the bed and crossed her arms, "You called?" She asked politely.

Red pouted, and tried untangling himself from the bed sheets on the floor, "Would you please stop that?!"

Miyuki looked innocent, "Stop what?" She asked as if she had no idea, then she rose from her spot and waved her digits; the bed sheets successfully untangled itself from under Red and set itself back on the bed, neatly. The crimson Tallest rose, and fixed his ruffled pajama sleeve, "Are you sure you're not dead?"

Miyuki chuckled, "Oh please, I'll know when I'm dead."

"Really now," Red challenged, "Let's see, you... survived after falling out a window, and you just made the bed sheet levitate and drift onto the bed. Are you positive you're not dead?"

"Positive." She nodded. Red sighed, folding his arms.

"Alright," He began, "Since I'm not going to get any sleep, why don't I help find out what's uhh... wrong with you."

Miyuki sat up. She was certain she wasn't dead, she felt great, but... there was the case of her going through walls and people. What the Irk, she may as well try to find out what's wrong with her. She gave Red a nod and rose from her bed, "Alright, deal." She said in her smooth, velvet accent.