A/N: I'm sure you're all saying, "GODDAMNIT TKB4, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN THIS WHOLE TIME!? WE WANTED OUR ORIGINALSHIPPING!"

Let's just say I was trying to get my life in order :'D This fanfic wasn't exactly, and still isn't, one of my priorities, but for you guys, I really need to work on it more.

Here's what I've managed to spit out because I completely forgot the entire storyline I'd planned, and I'm sorry it's a short chapter, but hopefully it's enough to make up for my absence.

Ew, people in my class are being morons. Excuse me. *jumps off the cliff that Red dreams of*

Hope you enjoy~!

~Tkb4.

Chapter Two, Detachment.

He was a boy, falling to his death, his non-existent wings spreading out to catch him as he fell faster and faster.

The sound of his bones cracking and his body breaking as he hit the ground sailed into his ears, moments before the impact happened. Somehow, he found satisfaction in the pain that came, but it was nothing more than a dull aching within his skull. More like a slight headache, really, than the pain of a thousand knives being shoved into his skin at every angle.

It was a moment in time, slowing, as his death came so suddenly. He had a few seconds to comprehend the situation before he opened his mouth to let out a horrifying scream, his bloodshot eyes spilling over with tears as a solemn emotion stretched thinly across his bleeding heart.

Death was a path that every human must take, but why now? Why so suddenly? Was it because he had nothing left to lose…?

He couldn't even remember the reason he had jumped. He couldn't even remember if there was anyone left, reaching out to him as he took the plunge. But the feeling of a hand grasping his own was definitely there; however he couldn't bring himself to believe it was anyone looking to save his life.

Red woke with a start, shooting up out of bed with a loud and ragged gasp, looking around with a panic. When everything fazed into view, he found himself in a neat little room instead of standing on the edge of Mount Silver.

The view was so unfamiliar to him that he thought he was still sleeping, but when the memory of the night before sunk in, he relaxed slightly. Finding his body quivering from the sudden awakening however, he went to stand, having to find support against the nightstand as he did so.

He finally managed to stand firm, swaying slightly from the movement, and then he looked around. The room was completely white, and the shades were drawn shut, but sunlight filtered out through the gaps between the curtains. The air held a subtle, medicinal scent, and he sneezed, scowling at the putridness, seemingly maximised by his rather acute senses.

Though he wasn't in a hospital room, that much he knew for certain. It was too cosy, and there was no equipment around to accompany him. On a table beside his bed, his pack was neatly arranged, and almost immediately he noticed his pokeballs were missing.

Summoning up the anxiety he had woken with, he tromped towards the door, but was stopped as it opened suddenly, revealing Green to be standing only inches away from him, a towel draped around his shoulders and water dripping from the spikes of his hair.

"Oh, you're finally awake." The older boy's tone sounded bored, and to accompany his complacent gaze he yawned, before opening the door completely and stepping back slightly. "Kitchen's to the left. Breakfast is on the table."

And with that he was gone, and Red was left standing there more confused than ever. However, following his gut instinct and his rival's advice, he did as he was told and in almost no time at all he found a steaming bowl of porridge waiting for him at the table, accompanied by a glass of what looked like orange juice.

He sat and quietly ate, looking about at his surroundings with the familiarity of unfamiliarity settling in. The last time he had eaten indoors…When had that even been…?

But he wasn't left to ponder for long as he heard the sound of footsteps and felt something being placed roughly on his head. At first, the 16 year old thought he was being attacked, and he almost jumped to the defence, before noticing Green was standing close, just like before, with his arms crossed and looking down at him with a sharp gaze. It turned out to be his cap, and he poked it gingerly, looking up at him with slight curiosity.

"Finished?" Green said, and Red simply nodded, before he too stood and followed the older as they made their way towards another room. This room turned out to be a large bathroom, with a round spa included.

"Hurry up and wash. We're leaving in an hour."

When an hour had passed and Red still hadn't shown up, Green began to become frustrated. He grit his teeth in annoyance, gently shoving his rival's Pikachu aside as it tried to curl up in his lap, and went on a hunt to find the infuriating boy.

He poked his head into the bedroom first, and then into the kitchen to see if the callous youth had decided to step in for another meal. When both searches ended up dark, he rubbed the bridge of his nose in between two fingers.

He considered his last available option; the bathroom. However, if he went about it carefully, anything considered awkward could be avoided (if he could keep his temper in check). Duly yet sheepishly, he knocked thrice on the door.

When he received nothing but silence, he turned the golden knob in his hand and gently pushed forward, opening it in his wake. What he was met with both surprised him yet annoyed him even more.

Red was seated in front of the mirror, a towel draped around his bare frame and water still freshly clinging to his pale skin. However, what unnerved Green the most was how the boy was completely still, staring at his reflection as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

His eyes were cold and distant, and told another story. Red was lost, deep in thought, using his own image as a key into his mind. The younger trainer was as silent as ever, trapped in a world of his own, seemingly like he had always been.

Green looked around, knowing that the present air in this situation was just as awkward as he wished it hadn't been. "Red…?" He asked, walking in and closing the door behind him.

Red's eyes simply flickered, and he looked up for a brief instant at him, before looking down with an almost defeated look. "Tch." Green muttered, coming over and grabbing a nearby towel, out of an unknown impulse, and began to dry the younger's raven hair.

This startled Red, and he held back a surprised murmur at the touch of Green's hands. He eyed the other boy warily out of the corner of his eye, and as soon as he was released he snapped his head back up, glaring menacingly.

Green chuckled slightly at the dirty look, and merely flicked Red in the forehead with the tip of his finger. "You're an idiot. It's Now hurry up and chuck a shirt on, before I have to drag you out of here like that."

In five minutes, they were out the door and walking down the road, Red shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. It had been a while since the sun had been present in his life, and to be honest, it was a little too bright.

He stumbled over his feet, his Pikachu cooing in response as he regained his walking rhythm, before he sped up to come into line with Green. "What's up?" The green-eyed boy asked, his arms looped around the back of his head as he steadily kept his pace.

How long will it take to get there? Red wanted to ask, but as always he kept his mouth shut, and instead scowled, looking away stubbornly. Green laughed, before shoving Red playfully to the side, causing him to stumble again. "Cheer up, dude. You're almost home-Wha, hey!" It was Green's turn to stumble now as Red used his entire body weight to shove his rival to the other side, however, Green fell to the ground as a result.

"No fair!" He growled as Red picked up the pace, walking even faster ahead without even stopping to help. Green pulled himself off and took off with a run, his Eevee trotting after him in response. Red was left to pick up the pace, and soon the two were competing down the track to see who the winner would be.

Competing to be the very best, like no one ever had been.

As they ran, Red was very well aware of the uneasiness in the pit of his stomach, the nervous rupture that caused his body to shake, the sensation being smothered beneath the adrenalizing motion as they moved.

Green was too focused on winning their little bout, as they had always been, and his eyes were trained to the road ahead. Red was glad the older boy was as ignorant as he was, for if he had looked up now, he would have seen Red's features were full of panic and fear.

When roofs began to appear in their view, colourful like their namesake, they slowed to a stop at the edge of town.

"Is it as lame as it used to be?" The smirk that played on Green's lips did little to quell his nausea, but he simply nodded, his face blank. Green's gaze turned into one of obvious annoyance, and he shook his head rapidly. "Maaaaan! You're boring, you know that? Your face doesn't betray anything, does it?"

Red's shoulders stiffened, but he almost let out a cry of surprise as Green threw an arm around his shoulders and gave him a lopsided smile. "Oh well. We can add that onto the list of reasons your mom HAS to see you! If I can't make you fun, then I'm pretty sure she can."

Red felt his heart stop as he stared blankly at Green, whom suddenly scrunched up his face, blushing slightly, before he pulled away, ruffling Red's hair as he went. "Come on, let's hurry up."

At Green's unusual, slightly affectionate actions, the younger teen merely nodded, before trotting up behind his rival, following him into the depths of Pallet Town.

R&R? And no flames please! :D