Seriously Galefire? ANOTHER story?

Well, uh, yes. But this one has a good reason for me to start it!

Sorta.

Kinda.

Not really, but still.

Don't worry, I'll finish all my other ones. This one's gonna be short anyways.

Now, what's my reason for starting this? Well, I recently beat my copy of Soul Silver using only a Jumpluff, and I felt it was something worth celebrating! Even though this has nothing to do with Jumpluff...

Everybody give a round of applause for Fluffy the Jumpluff!

Moving on, I'm just going to clear up that this is NOT based off the Pokemon manga, as much as I love it, but the games Pokemon Soul Silver and Heart Gold, which should be odvious since I'm using the name Lyra. All character traits and personalitys are based off of what I guessed they would be before I even knew of the manga, or in other words, my Headcanon.

But wait, if I'm using the name Lyra, why am I calling the boy Gold instead of Ethan?

...

Umm...

Disclaimer: Pokemon is not property of me. Seriously, what gave you that idea?

...That was a long authors note...

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Lyra awoke to the sound of a loud, obnoxious rigging bursting out from beside her, echoing around her small room in an irritating fashion.

The brown haired girl let out a long, irritated groan, clear blue eyes slowly cracking open as she pushed her dark crimson covers off her still tired body, where they landed on the wooden floor with a muffled "thump!" Blinking the bleariness out of her vision, Lyra reached her hand towards her Pokegear, the odvious source of the infuriating noise. The watch-like device slipped into the palm of her hand, the cool metal causing her to shiver as she brought it into her line of vision. Lyra rubbed her eyes, making sure she saw the time clearly.

5:00 A.M.

"Are you serious?" She muttered crossly, the ringing temporarily falling dead to her ears as she starred at the numbers. Sure, some of the people she had on there would call her at early times in the morning, *Cough*Joey*Cough*, but this was ridiculous!

Her cerulean gaze fell down to check who was calling, the result only causing her to groan again.

Gold.

Of course.

Who else would pull something like this other then him? If there was anything he wasn't know for, it was maturity.

And he was known for a LOT.

Deciding it was problably just best to play along with whatever crazy scheme he had gotten himself into, she clicked the "talk" button, raising the Pokegear to her mouth.

"Can I help you?" She hissed through gritted teeth, putting extra care into seeping as much excess maliciousness into her tone as possible.

"Lyra?! Is that you?!" Lyra cringed as his stunningly boisterous voice screamed out form her speakers. He ALWAYS put his mouth way to close to the speakers; his normal voice was loud enough, thank you very much.

She sighed wistfully. "No Gold, it's your local cat ranch, would you like to order a cabbage?"

There was a pause, as he was odviously trying to figure what in Arceus' name she had just said, before merely going with a dumbfounded "What?"

"I was joking. Yes, it's me." Seriously, who the hell did he expect to pick up?

"Oh great!" Gold exclaimed, odviously relieved. "Because I was worried I had called the wrong number and..." He went on, ranting.

Ah. That explained it. "Get on with it! Why did you decided to call me at such an ungodly time of the morning?!" Lyra practically growled.

"Hey! It wasn't my decision!" Gold snapped back. "Professor Oak wants to speak with us, we're supposed to meet up in Elm's lab or something."

Lyra blinked in confusion. If that was true, why couldn't he have just called her to speak? It wasn't that difficult, since he had her number registered into his own Pokegear, as did he Gold's.

Gold wasn't done yet. "He said it's something REALLY important," He put a lot of extra emphases on his words, "And he had to talk with us in person... And... him..." He broke off, sounding like he'd just bitten into an especially sour lemon.

Lyra cocked her head, not understanding. "...Who?"

"Silver." Came the bitter reply.

The brown haired girl knew what he was talking about instantly. The rival ship between Gold and Silver had been going on since the beginning of both their journeys, and it certainly wasn't a friendly one. Gold absolutely despised doing anything with the red haired boy, to the point where it had almost gotten in the way of their duties as Dexholders (more so Gold's), and had caused numerous problems that Lyra forced herself to never recall.

With a quick strech and a light yawn, the girl stood up from her bed, placing her large white hat atop her brown hair, making sure her pigtails were visible from the sides, as they always were when she went out in public.

"I'll be there Gold," She promised, gently adjusting her headgear. "When does he want me over?"

"Now."

"Now?"

"Yep," His response was casual. "It's apparently some kind of an emergency."

Lyra, who had been putting on her knee length socks at the time, froze, eyes wide with shock. "Gold, are you serious? Did he actually say that?!"

"Yeah?" There was a note of confusion in his voice at her anxious reply. "What's the big deal?"

"What's the big deal?" Her tone mirrored his in an almost mocking way. "What you just said is the big deal! This is professor Oak we're talking about! He doesn't play around Gold!"

"M'hmm," Gold didn't sound convinced. "Are you coming over or not?"

Lyra rolled her eyes, letting another sigh escape her lips. "Give me twenty minutes, I'll be there a soon as I can."

"Great!" The boy exclaimed, before abruptly hanging up.

Lyra set the device down on her bedside table, where it had been before, feeling a sense of dread rising up inside. Despite what Gold thought, and Arceaus knows what he thought, she was sure that Professor Oak meant what he said about the situation, and that it REALLY was serious.

Lyra closed her eyes, praying that if she was right, Gold wouldn't be involved.

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Gold moaned loudly, trying his best to show off how bored he was, but only managed to receive angry looks from the other two males currently occupying the New Bark Town residential lab. Giving up, he went back to the "fun fun fun!" activity of leaning on some random machine, starring off into nothing.

Professor Oak, who had spent the whole time typing nervously on one of Elm's multiple computers, kept glancing up a Gold, eyes narrowed suspiciously. It was only as if he expected every machine in the lab to spontaneously combust, just for the pure reason that Gold was in a five mile radius.

The boy could only assume he still wasn't over the time that he had accidentally released one of Oak's very rare Pokemon, despite the thousands of times he had apologized.

Green Dragonite's weren't that uncommon anyways, so what was his deal?

Catching the Professor's eye, he couldn't help but speak up. "What?"

Oak turned away from whatever he was doing, shaking his head. "Gold, are you SURE you called Lyra? She's taking an awful long time..."

"I know I did! She was all like "Ooh, cat ranches and cabbage," and then I said "Lyra, get over here!" but then she started to-"

The professor held up his hands. " Alright, alright, I get it." Without another word, he flipped over back to his work, the room falling silent once more.

Gold stuck his tongue out as he turned his back, earning a disapproving snort from the red haired trainer at the back of the room.

The boy spun around angrily, growling as the offender entered his line of vision.

Silver.

Something about the elder male always riled him up; no matter what he was doing, he preformed the task with such infuriating arrogance it had become almost impossible for Gold to put up with. Even on word out of his mouth made the black haired boy want to start a fight right then and there, no matter the consequences.

Gold grit his teeth together. "What was that for, jerk?!"

Silver look away, content on merely giving him the cold shoulder.

Gold couldn't help himself. Muttering curses under his breath, he stormed over to his rival, balling his fists in anger.

Oak looked up for a moment. "Gold..." He said in a warning tone.

Silver cast the black haired boy a passing glance, but didn't make any further movements.

Standing before him, Gold hissed in an outraged tone. "Do you have a problem, Silver?"

"Yes, actually, I have quite a large problem," He gave the younger boy a cold glance out of one eye. "Almost as huge as your problem with battling."

"Silver." Oak warned sharply, about ready to rise from his desk.

Gold felt his face go red with anger. He suddenly felt an overflowing hatred for the fact that the top of his head didn't even reach Silver's shoulders, and that the redhead could stare down at him with such ease.

"Are you suggesting I'm bad at battling?!" Gold practically snarled, glaring up at him.

"Maybe," Silver avoided his glance with a smirk, almost as if the black haired boy wasn't worthy enough to look him in the eyes. Or at least, that's how Gold took it.

"Your just jealous I was the last one see "him", and you weren't, aren't you Silver?" Yes. He went there. The one trick he knew could easily break his rival's calm demeanour.

Silver snapped his head in his direction, namesake eyes filling up with unspeakable rage. Without a moment of hesitation, he grabbed Gold by his crimson jacket, yanking him forward mercilessly.

"Look," He spat at the younger trainer, trembling with fury. "I do not care about what happened, I do not care that you are famous despite not being able to fight your way out of a paper bag, and I do not give a crap about anything that has to do with that, am I clear?!"

Gold fought the urge to shrink under his gaze. Silver could be downright terrifying when he wanted to.

"I could beat you in a battle anytime!" Gold boasted forcefully, secretly hoping Silver wouldn't take that as a challenge.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Oak shouted from the other edge of the room, rising up from his chair.

Silver released Gold, casting the professor a bored look, as the younger trainer couldn't help but feel relived.

Glad he had at least saved Gold from having his skull pounded into next week, Oak went on, still fuming. "Are you two really unable to go a whole five minutes without fighting? Perhaps I should just leave what I have planned for Lyra alone..."

"No!" Gold exclaimed hastily. Beside him, Silver seemed to straighten up, though choosing to remain silent.

"Good, because I wouldn't let her anyways." He sat back down.

Gold blinked. "Wait, wha-"

Suddenly, the door to the lab flew open, smashing against the wall behind with a loud crash. All three heads turned to see Lyra, standing red-faced at the doorway, hair unbrushed and her clothes wrinkled and untidy. She held her hand upon the doorframe for support, panting heavily as if she has just sprinted all the way from her house to the lab, which, knowing her, she probably had.

"I'm here!" She gasped, stumbling forwards. "I'm here! Don't worry!"

"Lyra!" Gold cried joyously, eyes sparkling. As Silver, on the other hand, rolled his eyes and looked away.

"About time..." He muttered, getting a dirty look from Gold, which he ignored.

Regaining her balance as well as her composure, the brown haired girl walked forwards, eyes focused on Professor Oak the entire time.

"So. What did you call us here for?" Lyra asked curiously, taking a place between Gold and Silver.

The professor stood up from his desk, looking at them all with a remarkable serious expression: eyebrows arched, gaze hard, mouth pulled down into something that resembled a disapproving scowl. Placing his arms behind his back, he stalked towards them, thinking.

"You see," He began thoughtfully, pacing back and fourth. "There have been some... 'speculations', you could say, that have been reported by numerous residents of Ecruteak city, suggesting that-"

"Suggesting that a new, powerful legendary, that could easily beat the both of Lugua and Ho-oh without even breaking a sweat, has appeared in the area, and is waiting for the strongest trainer in the region to capture it?" Gold cut in hopefully.

Lyra slapped herself in the face, groaning. Gold and his little fantasies.

Professor Oak's expression darkened. "Gold. What have I said about talking out of place?"

"Sorry..." The youngest trainer muttered, though didn't sound sorry in the slightest.

Lyra exchanged a wistful glance with Silver. Gold's behaviour got to be ridiculous at times, to the point where it was almost like talking to a five year old. It was these kind of actions that made the two wonder how he had even gotten himself a Pokedex in the first place.

"Thank you," Oak went on, keeping a wary eye on the black haired boy. "As I was trying to say, people are suggesting that..." He shook his head. "... That team Rocket has returned."

"WHAT?!" Gold and Lyra shouted at the same time, even Silver looking utterly shocked.

Oak gave the impression he had expected these reactions. "Now it's only a speculation, but yes, I am afraid that is what is being said." His expression grew grim.

"B-but that's..." Lyra couldn't bring herself to finish.

Thankfully, Gold pulled through for her. "Impossible!" He protested. "They have to be wrong! There's no way!"

Lyra frowned. Sort of.

The professor looked them in the eyes. He was dead serious. "If they are correct, they shall rise back stronger then ever. For once, team Rocket isn't fooling around. In fact, this could be the most dangerous missions a Dexholder has ever had to endure."

The three trainers stood in silence, waiting for him to go on.

Oak sighed, as if he hasn't wanted it to come to this. "We need you three to investigate, and if suspicious are confirmed, take them down once more."

There was a pause, and then:

"Wait, us THREE?!" Silver and Lyra gaped in unison.

Gold blinked up at them curiously.

"Yes, of course." The professor shared the same confusion.

Lyra shuffled her feet awkwardly. "P-Professor, can I talk to you," She looked at the other two. "In private?"

"Of course," He nodded. "Gold, Silver, please take to the other corner of the room, and for goddess sake, can you at least try not to tear each other apart?"

Silver nodded obediently, slowly pacing over to his designated area, whereas Gold followed more hesitantly, seeming a tad suspicious. Only about five seconds had passed before the two started bickering.

Lyra looked away, turning to face the professor.

"Look, Oak, I trust you and all, but are you 100% sure that taking Gold along with us is the best idea?"

He raised an eyebrow. "But of course. He IS a fellow dexholder, is he not?"

"Well, yes..." Lyra winced, squeezing her eyes shut. She hated contradicting the Professor, as she had quite a lot of respect for him. However, no matter how hard she thought about it, the brown haired girl couldn't understand why he thought it was a good idea to send Gold with them. At the age of 15, herself and Silver were excellent candidates for the job, being some of the oldest to possess a Pokedex, but Gold was a whole four years younger then them! Lyra bit her lip. "But isn't he kind of... Young? You said yourself this mission would be far from easy."

The look she received was far from the one she expected. Instead of an understanding, considerate one, what she got was cold, icy, even disappointed.

"Lyra," his tone was harsh. "He has proved time and time again that he is just as capable as you two are. You should know better then anyone, having practically traveled with him almost a year ago, hmm?"

"Yes, but-"

"No buts! I have out the same amount of faith in him as I have in you, and he is going to come with you. End. Of. Story."

Lyra opened her mouth to protest, but couldn't think of what to say in response, so merely decided to take the smart route a remain silent. As she walked back with Oak to meet with the others, who were once again, ready to tear each others throats out, there was only one thought running through her mind.

"Oak, I pray to Arceus, that no matter how disastrous your decision seems, you'll end up being in the right, just like you always are."

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Thanks for reading!

~*Galefire*