From canon to crack pairings, from original to alternate universes, from romance to comedy, from hotdogs with grape jelly to villans with 'kick me' signs on their backs, it's not wonder that anything, and I mean anything can happen when you gather fifteen dex holders in place... Not to mention all those loonies out there! You'll be questioning your sanity here with Twenty-five Ways to Make Sure You're Insane!

Hello, everyone! Today, I set before you the first one-shot in twenty-five bases on challenges I found while looking through other people's proofiles. o.o Someone typed out twenty-five little things and said 'put at least three of these in your upcoming chapter'. Of course, I found a kick in almost all of them and wondered to myself, "Why limit it to just three, and only in one chapter? Heck, you could have a chapter revolving around each and every one of these!" And so, my first collection of one-shots was born... :3 I also apologize for this being fast paced or any out of characterness. I wrote them acting the way I sort of image them to act, so, if it's wrong, do tell me how to change it in a way that is not rude. Please and thank you~!

Chapter Title: Of Games and Punishments

Challenge: Include a school dance, a near death experiance, and a game of bingo all in one chapter.

Shipping/Character: SpecialShipping

Summary: After a fateful, friendly game, Yellow gets to do whatever she wants to Red. However, what she does could put their relationship as they no it at stake.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or any of the characters in the story. I also do not own the vague idea that this one-shot was based on.

"I think... This game is rigged..."

Afternoon light flooded the small school room, basking the dull gray walls and floors in tinted golden light. Few a cloud dare stray in front of the sun, blocking it's brilliant light, and rain was not a thing to be fear in that warm month of September. School had ended for the group of four almost half an hour in advance, so there was no worry of anyone interupting their intense game of theirs. Why were they staying after? Because one of the females sitting at the clump of desks would have made all of their lives miserable if they'd skipped out on their pointless club. The three victim's agreed - better to waste your time, no matter how stupid the activity was, then face their friend's wrath.

Bingo.

A simple game that Yellow had suggested was Blue was fresh out of ideas for games she could win by cheating. They'd never played such a game as that before during the span of their club's activities, and Green and Red had doubted the school had the supplies needed for it. However, the teacher had a closet that could lead to Narnia if someone dug deep enough into. One could find anything if they looked long and hard enough. Or, at least, that's what the short haired woman had her students believing.

And the group of four couldn't doubt her yet.

So far, with six wins out of nine games, Yellow was winning by a landslide. Blue had come in second with two of the remaining wins, and she was heading for victory on the tenth with only one space left to cover, and Green had the last of those wins. Red, however, was left without a victory to his name. In fact, only two or three spaces - all scattered across his board had been covered. Unfortunately, his situation had been quite similar to this throughout the course of their small tournament. The only game that he'd had any luck with was their third round, when he had four in a row within the first minute.

Though, of course, that fifth space was never covered and Blue earned her first win.

"Oh, come on, cheer up!" said female cooed, twirling her finger in a circle and placing another spacer on one of the numbers on her board. "We won't torture you during your punishment game. Well, at least, not too much..." Ah, yes. Red had insisted a prize be given to the winner of games and tournaments when the four had created their little group to make them more worth their time. Green had suggested a punishment for the loser. And the punishment game was born! A terrible nightmare for the loosing person, the winner got to do whatever they wanted to the loser. Dressing them up in embarrassing costumes, doodling with marker on their face, making them work as servents for the rest of the day... All of these were evil schemes plotted by the group's self-proclaimed leader.

It was a high school student's nightmare.

"Don't make fun of Red just because he's coming in last, " the pig-tailed girl diagnal across the clump of four desks said, standing up for the boy. It was a little surprising to hear her stand up for him; even though Blue couldn't scold the blonde no matter what she did, Yellow was still pretty shy. Not exactly one to speak out against someone with as much superiority over others as her senior. This shut the brunnette up for sure. And the teasing may very well have ceased had Green not decided to put in his two cents worth.

The teen's hissed, "Yes, you're just upset because you're not winning. Playing fair isn't exactly something you excell at, is it?"

Ouch. Even Red, who hadn't been on the other end of the blow wouldn't entirely blame anyone for smaking him upside the head. It wasn't any surprise when the insulted shot back with just as much venom in her voice. "Well, excuse me, princess." The sing-songy tone of voice she used was never any different and clearly defined her annoyance. "But you're not exactly on the winning end, either. At least I do whatever it takes to win! What you call 'cheating', I call 'strategy'." Green opened his mouth to counter, but, whatever he was about to say was cut short when Red called the next number.

"Seventeen. The number's seventeen."

There was a moment of silence as the four scanned their boards over in search of the number that could make or break the game. He had, unfortunately, no such number on his own. When the two brown haired teens reached for a spacer, he knew they'd both found what he lacked. And, if Yellow had it, she didn't feel like covering it up. There was an odd, unnatural silence that filled the room afterward. So, when a voice cut through the quiet, it only added to the emfisess of the words. "I," Blue said quietly, leaning over the table to get closer to Green - who sat directly across from her, "win."

A victory wail escaped her lips and she threw her arms in the air with joy. She didn't win, of course, but three wins was better then one. Or, worse, none. Yellow congratulated her while Green grumbled something along the lines of "That pesky girl..." Red, however, cringed at the thought of what terrible tortures Blue would have Yellow plan for him.

"Well, congratulations, Yellow," Blue finally concluded, ignoring the assortment of grumbled insults coming from the brown haired boy across from her. "You now have bragging rights, guessing as you're the only one whose beaten me in a while, and the chance to do whatever you want to Red..." A devious grin sprawled across her face as she made her way around the desks and began to whisper in the youngest of the four's ear. Red could not hear what on Earth she was saying, but the look of utter horror and disgust that made its way onto his friend's face after a few seconds made him glad he didn't know.

"Um, Blue? Can I... Can I reserve my punishment for later...? I... I don't know exactly what... What I want him to do, and... Not yet, I mean..."

"Eh? Dragging out the tortures, huh? Well, I can't complain. Whatever makes you happy, I suppose - it's your choice." The disappoineted look on her face, however, said otherwise. "Well, I think we've had a productive meeting today! Let's bring this club meeting to an end!" Red laughed in silence at her words. Productive? The 'meeting' was less productive then the time he stuck a crayon up is nose, then stuck another up the other nostril in an attempt to dig the first out. But he'd never say such a thing aloud. "Unfortunately, we won't be having another meeting tommarrow. As you know, as being part of the student council team -" oh, yes, did he mention how she got on there? A lot, and he meant a lot of bribery "- I have to help set up the school dance for tommarrow night. Sorry, but work is work!"

"Thank Arceus," Green muttered, not meeting her eye. Though he recieved a blue-eyed glare, the girl did not respond.

After exchanging a series of good-byes, the group's number dwindled as each went their seperate ways and headed off to their respective homes. Save for two, of course. Red was halfway through the doorway when he turned around to see Yellow stuffing a series of books and other various objects into the pack she wrapped around her waist every day. She was never one of the most organized people, so it wasn't all that surprising to see the contents overflowing and her having to concentrate just to get her sketchpad halfway through the opening.

With a laugh, the red-eyed male made a u-turn and attempted to assist the lone girl. "Here, you'll never get anything in like that." The blush on her face was unmistakable to him as she backed up to allow him to have a whack at organizing her mess. He could feel her stare burning into his head as she stood and observed in silence as he removed every object one by one and placed them back inside in an orderly fashion. It was odd. Her face would flush whenever anyone spoke with her, really, but only turned such a shade of cherry red whenever he approached.

"There," he said, standing back to make sure everything was inside. "See, you can't just stuff everything in there. You've got to fit them in like this." Picking up the pouch, he tossed it to the blonde and watched as she clumsily caught it. Her face turned an even brighter shade of red.

"Th... Thank you..."

There was a moment of silence between the two, neither knowing exactly what to say to the other. Yellow was naturally shy and didn't really speak unless spoken to, so her lack of words was a given. But few times was he left without anything to say. "So... Um... Are you walking home today?" A failed attempt at starting a conversation, no doubt, but anything to end the odd silence going on between the two of them would do for him.

"Erm, yes... I should probably... be heading off..." He was about to object, planning on asking her is she wanted him to accompany her, but the words wouldn't leave his mouth no matter how much he begged them to. So, instead, he stood in silence as she hooked her pouch across her waist and began to leave the room. "Thanks again... For helping me with my books... I'll... see you tommarrow, then?"

"Uh, yeah. Tommarrow."

She bowed slightly - her own form of a good-bye - and swiftly deperated, whipping around and making her way down the short hallway and out the door. Another chance lost. Truth be told, he'd had feelings for Yellow ever since he'd had a decent conversation with the girl. But he'd never been able to gather the courage to tell her. How pathetic - the teen who claimed to be the most couragious in their school was to afraid to tell his crush that he liked her. But she'd never fall for a fool like him... right? But it didn't matter. Even if she had, and even if he could tell her, she was probably well on her way home. And, if he didn't hurry up and head off for home soon, his mother would have a mad fit of worry.

"No point in crying over spilled milk, I suppose..." he decided, grabbing the bag he'd dropped on the floor when he'd gone to assist in packing Yellow's school supplies and slinging it over his shoulder. But, as he made his way out of the large school, he found his thoughts drifting back towards Yellow... and that school dance Blue had mention. 'Maybe...' he thought as he made his way down the street. 'I could... No... Nevermind...' With that, the troubled, raven-haired boy walked home in silence, unaware of how important that early game of bingo truely was.

"What? Green, you're heartless!"

Evening had fallen that Friday night and the sky was painted a dark shade of indigo. Shadows from the light of nearby lamposts were all that illuminated the paths of the many students who crowded around the doors to the brown brick building. A certain group of teens, however, had planted themselves at near the streets and where all looking down at Blue's phone. The caller? Green. The reason for the sudden phone call? Well...

"Green, you're not coming to the dance...? But Blue worked so hard to help decorate..." Yellow protested quietly, her face falling at the news that their friend would not be arriving at the outing.

"I never said I was going in the first place, pesky girl..." Green growled, voice filled with venom on the other end of the line. "Besides, I have better things to do then waste my time listening to songs I don't even like all night with people who annoy me to no end."

"Green, I swear, when I see you next, your life is going to be so miserable!" Blue spat in anger, unleashing her full fury that frightened both Red and Yellow to a point that they back up at least two feet. "You're going to be to afraid to show your face - what was that noise? Did you... Did you hang up on me? No one, and I mean no one hangs up on me and gets away with it! Oh, boy, you're going to get it when I..." The blue-eyed teen continued yelling at the phone long after the boy on the other end had hung up, throwing cuss words into almost every other sentance.

"I hate to interupt," Red butted in, stopping the flow of swear words that leaked from her mouth, "but we came here to have fun, not sit out in the cold and yell at that stick in the mud." Though she looked mutinous for a second, almost as though she were about to object that she could yell at the phone as long as she wished, she ended up giving him a shrug and pressed the end button on her phone. "Now, come on. Even if Green is going to miss out on this event, that doesn't mean we have to."

"Yeah, I suppose..." she grumbled, noticably disappointed that the boy wasn't coming. "But he's going to really regret this..." That being said, the brunette half lead, half dragged the remaining two in the group down the sidewalk and into the confines of the school. The actual dance was taking place in the building's gymnasium, but many students were out in the hallways, probably trying to get away from the songs they didn't exactly enjoy. For Red, this would be the majority of the blaring music that they played at these outtings, but he always went, reguardless, much to the pleasure of his two female friends.

"Just as long as Blue doesn't make me slow dance, I think I'll be fine..." he muttered under his breath, falling behind his friends.

Of course, this wasn't much of a worry. Most of the songs they played that night were the more popular, peppier songs that almost everyone listened to on a daily basis. They may have played two, maybe three slower, more calm songs within the span of the night. Blue was out, dancing poorly to almost any song she could. He wasn't sure if this was just some way of getting attention, embarrassing the remaining two, or some other devious scheme of hers, but, if it was, it was dragged out far to long. Yellow sat down at one of the round tables, looking uncomfortable while sipping cherry soda. Not that the raven-haired boy parallel to her was enjoying himself much more.

"Um, Red? There's something I'd like to talk to you about..."

"Sorry, can't hear you," he responded, gesturing to the general area where the all to loud music was coming from. Seeing the disappointment on her face, her offered, "We could always go outside, you know. Where it's not so quiet."

"But... If we leave the school, we can't come back in..."

"That's alright. I can't exactly say this is the party of my life. You don't seem to be jumping off the walls, either." She didn't meet his eyes, but got up anyways. He followed suite. It was only a matter of seconds before the two were making their way out the gymnasium, down the halls, and outside into the cool evenning air. He lead her along the side of the road, trying to get a good look at the moon. If he was going to be outside in the cold, he at least wanted something worth looking at. "So, you were - watch out!"

Without warning, the red-eyed male yanked the blonde away from the road in a painful fashion. Just as her head swirved around to see what he'd just done, car lights of a vehicle, almost half of it driving on the pathway speed by. Had either still been standing where they had been before, one or both of them would have winded up being thrown ten feet backwards. Yellow stared, wide eyed at the road and then at the older boy who'd just rescued her from certain injury... or worse. "You..." she stammered, looking up at him, still surprised. "You saved me..."

Red's face flushed at this statement and he looked at her, just as wide eyed as she. "Er, I guess," he managed, still trying to process himself what he'd just done. So, instead, he quickly changes subjects as he lead her away from the scene. "So, you wanted to talk to me about...?"

"Well, you see..."

"Oh, look!" he cried, unintentionally cutting her off. "A shooting star! You know, I've never actually seen one in my life... That must make this one extra special..." Turning his head, he smiled at her and gestured for her to sit down with him on the browning grass. "You want to make a wish? Isn't that what they do on television?"

"Yeah... I think so... Only... There's nothing left for me to wish for."

"Hm... Yeah, now that I think about it, I don't think there's anything that I want. Other then it being warmer, and all." He laughed a bit to himself and recieved a smile from his yellow-eyed friend.

But then, suddenly, she straightened up as though she remembered something important. Sternly, she cried out of no where, "Red, your game. Your punishment game!" Raising an eyebrow at her sudden outburst, he was about to question her actions aloud. However, she proceeded talking before he got the chance. "As you know, I reserved it yesterday after school. And now, I'm going to use it." Her gaze softening, she looked him square in the eyes and said, "Don't ever change, okay? That's all I ask."

"Well, on one condition." Her face lit up with wonder at this. "Promise me you won't, either." With that, he slowly leaned in and pressed his lips on her own. Finally, he'd gathered the courage to make his move. She didn't pull away, but when he did, there was a mixture of emotions on her face - mostly surprise. But then, getting over the shock, she smiled, and copied his action.

Somewhere, only a few yards away, two brown haired figures were talking to one another. "Okay, Blue, I'm here. Happy? Now take that video off the Internet before I -" Suddenly, Blue held a finger to Green's lips, shutting him up immediately.

"Sh, sh, sh," she commanded, turning and looking over in the direction of two teens sitting in the grass with one another. "See?" she asked, turning her attention back to the brown-haired boy with an almost evil grin. "I told you it was only a matter of time. Now fork over the promised ten bucks." Grumbling as he fished in his pockets for the money he'd betted only a month in advance, Green watched as the two lone figures enjoyed themselves under the moonlight.

"'Bout time."

Okay, so not exactly on the humorous end, I know... More on the fluffy side of things... But, I promise you, there are funnier things to come - believe you me. But, for now, tell me what you think! Comments, thoughts, and critisism are all welcomed... just as long as you're not mean about it~! Also, I apologize for any grammatical or spelling mistakes. Unfortunately, I have no beta reader, so... ;w;