A/N: I really need to stop procrastinating and write Our Red Eyes now. This was born after I read a few Transformice fanfictions- I didn't even know they existed before! This is the story of a fictional relationship between two anonymous mice. Yay, more attention for Transformice!

I Remember

I remember the first time I saw you- I was just a newbie back then, but you had been doing the cheese-runs for almost a month. Of course, you were always so kind to the newcomers. The first thing you said to me will stay with me forever.

"Get outta my way, noob!" you cried, pushing past with the utmost courtesy. Of course, what you really said was far worse, and I told you to mind your language. You didn't even turn around; you just flashed a rude gesture at me with your forepaw. What you were obviously not expecting was the little heart-bubble that floated lazily over your shoulder and popped as it reached the tip of your snout. I had blown you a kiss.

I wonder, did you think for a moment that we would end up the way we did?

Days later, I was rather getting the hang of this. I hadn't died yet; I didn't even know that it was possible. Little did I know, that was the day my luck would change. Wedge of cheese strung across my back, I was trotting happily back towards the mouse hole across the grass, la-la-la... suddenly fire shot through my paws and I was catapulted into the air, staring dumbly at the fast-receding lava that had spat me out in distaste...

You grabbed my tail as I shot past you and slammed me roughly into the ground. "What was that for?" I cried, leaping to my feet and staring at you indignantly.

"Don't mess up that badly next time, noob," you said with a wink. I told you to mind your language, but all you did was roll your eyes and throw me a rude gesture again.

I blew you a kiss.

We had been leaping up between two walls when you used my head as a springboard, sending me plummeting back to earth. Suddenly you were at the top, peering down at me, feigning puzzlement.

"What's taking you so long, noob?"

"You used my head as a bloody vaulting horse. Watch your tongue," I added, annoyed. You cast your trademark at me. I cast mine.

I got my revenge when we were standing side by side at the edge of one of the maps, staring into the blue abyss, deep in thought. I broke your silent soliloquy by giving you a shove, sending you plummeting into a cerulean doom. As you fell, you turned in the air to face me, yelling something rude and pulling your favourite hand signal.

The heart-bubble, you told me later, did not fail to land on your nose.

You did not forgo vengeance either. I met you on the cheese-runs the next morning, and you grabbed me by the tail and swung me straight onto lava.

"DARN YOOOOOOOOU!" I cried as I flew into the air. You just pointed and laughed, the giggles brought on even more as I fell again, spread-eagled, singing "I believe I can flyyyyyy..."

I remember that time when the Shaman had to strap helium balloons onto our backs to get us over a particularly high cliff. I was terrified, having never done this before. "Don't worry," the Shaman soothed me, "It always works. I make sure of it," she added, the blue markings covering her body not looking nearly as formidable as she smiled.

My nervousness completely dissipated when, as we were floating up, up and over the cliff, you began to dance. Suddenly euphoric, I joined in with a giddy laugh and we flipped and pirouetted as the balloons drew us into the air. The other mice stared or rolled their eyes or laughed at us, but a few of the braver ones danced too.

The second time we tried the balloon thing, I discovered that your sharp front teeth are really quite good for popping balloons and sending a floating mouse into the blue abyss once more. You proceeded to point and laugh as I fell.

The third time, I was the one laughing.

Oh, how can I forget when we cautiously advanced down that wooden, purple-walled hall, sniffing the air for any signs of danger. Unfortunately, cannonballs rocketing through the air at a hundred miles an hour hit you too quickly for you to get out of the way. You screamed bloody murder (or something along those lines) at the projectile as it smashed your ribs to smithereens and sent you crashing into the other end of the hallway. As you could understand, I was very cautious after that.

Your language got a little better- I found myself having to tell you to watch your tongue less and less as time passed. I have quite a vivid memory of you, however, profaning whole-heartedly at an anvil snake before it turned its golden eyes on us and crushed us both into a bloody pulp. When you woke again in the regeneration room, I was writing "warning: idiot approaching" on your forehead with a black marker I had borrowed off a passing mouse. You snatched the pen off me and proceeded to doodle on my head instead. In horror I raced to the mirror on the other side of the room, fearful of the horrible message you had written there.

"I'm with stupid," I read, with an arrow pointing to the left.

From then on, you always stood on my left side.

I remember the first time I encountered that delightful purple springy surface. You had dashed ahead of me with a cry of "Oh boy, it's a trampoline!" (though not quite so polite) and left me with the other mice and the Shaman, who were deciding a plan of action to acquire our latest dairy-product treasure. Bored by their discussion, I decided I'd see what had gotten you so excited.

What I found was a tunnel lined with violet material and a fuzzy brown blur in the way. It was only after concentrating for a while that I could make out your wide-brimmed pirate hat and eye-patch to match.

"What are you doing?" I asked, bewildered.

"J-j-j-j-oiiiiiin iiiiin i-i-i-i-it's fuuuuuun!" you stuttered, larynx rattled by your continuous bouncing.

I sprung onto the 'trampoline' surface and found you were right. It was fun.

I remember the first time I was made Shaman. It was late at night and only you and I were up. It was really quite fortunate, because the first thing I managed to do was blow us both into the star-spangled abyss with the help of a spirit and a cannonball.

The second time, I trapped you.

The third, I trapped myself.

And then you were made Shaman, losing your patience, conjuring up an anvil snake to crush me to a messy pulp. Like quite a few of your creations, it turned on you.

I woke up to find you lying on the regeneration bunk next to mine. You pulled your favourite gesture. I blew you a weary kiss.

Ah, for the time when I had accumulated quite a stash of cheese and you decided that it was time for me to get some clothes. You had me run a fashion show for you in the shop, trying on hat after wig after glasses after a thousand other items of clothing, each of which you dismissed as unfitting. I could never forget the bored look on the teller's face as she waited for us to hurry up and bloody choose something. You finally settled on a plain maroon-and-white scarf and a tail ring. I decided that they suited me and paid. We walked out of the shop laughing at each other and you commenting on my new 'look'.

I remember when death started getting so much easier due to that toxin in the air. I remember when that Shaman, ever the traitor, spirited himself over to the cheese and back into the mouse hole, disappearing inside with a wink and a wave. The other mice panicked, unable to reach the life-saving dairy product now that the Shaman was gone. Some jumped off the edges, some tried in vain to reach the other side of the abyss. Others broke down in tears, never having died before and not wanting to do so in this way.

But you... oh wonderful you, you just grabbed me by the forepaws and made me ballroom-dance with you, spinning and twirling and grinning so widely that your face should have split into two. Your ecstasy was contagious and a smile broke my face, too.

We danced and we took each other's breath away, just like the toxin in the air did. It was not the image of your grinning face and empty eyes staring at me after we had collapsed that stayed with me, though- it was the little heart-bubble that popped right on the tip of my snout, waking me from not-so-eternal sleep. You leapt onto the bed and shoved your nose in my face, non-eyepatchéd eye glinting in amusement.

I remember what you said next. How could I not?

"I love you, noob."

I told you to mind your language before I blew you a kiss.