This is yaoi! If you do not like, DO NOT READ. All the same, if you flame me, I'll just laugh at you. There is some mastershipping in here, but it does not last. And I kill a fairly popular character in here so be wary! Also, there's some minor swearing.
For Gold, it was just a normal day. He was skating down the road with his Typhlosion running alongside, panting and lolling its tongue like a dog.
He didn't realize his day was about to get interesting.
Gold laughed, watching his Pokémon. "Come on, you can keep up!" he teased. He watched Typhlosion's eyes widen and it put on the brakes. "Wha-?"
Gold yelped as he felt his skateboard slam into something, inertia dragging him forward into the person. He fell on them and hissed as his palms scraped on the pavement. "Owwww…" he murmured, pushing himself up and scooting away from whoever he had just smashed.
"Gold! What the hell do you think you're doing?" shouted the 'victim.'
Gold looked up in surprise and saw Silver, red hair in his face, holding his ankles and looking furious.
Silver glared at him through metallic eyes. "Watch where you're going," he snarled.
Gold, never one to back down from a challenge, replied, "Tell that to Typhlosion, he was supposed to warn me." He stood, examining his scraped hands. "Tch," he muttered. "Now I'm bleeding."
"Suck it up," Silver said harshly. "You killed my toes."
Gold frowned at the slightly shorter person. "Sorry, sorry, I'm walking away now." As Gold did, collecting his skateboard and whistling for his Typhlosion, his thoughts were annoyed. I know I ran over him, but who gave him the right to act so high and mighty! he snarled inwardly. I usually can stand how taciturn he is, but geez.
As he continued onwards, walking determinedly, Typhlosion hummed in a worried way.
Gold smiled at it. "I'm fine," he muttered. "It's nothing."
Typhlosion looked forward again, accepting his proclamation without protest.
As Gold walked away, irritated, he ignored the urge to see what Silver was going. Probably walking away, he thought, shaking himself.
By the time he arrived home, his hands were jammed in his pockets to keep the air off of them and his eyes were moodily downcast. As he kicked off his shoes, Typhlosion gave a mighty sniff and rumbled.
"What's up?" Gold asked and sniffed also. "Mmm, hey, mom, what's for dinner? Smells good!"
His mom popped around the corner and smiled. "I thought we might as well eat pasta. You hungry?"
"You betcha," Gold replied amiably. He glanced at Typhlosion and added, "Let me feed the kids first."
As Gold scooped bowls of Pokémon food from various sacks on the back porch, the Pokémon gathered, attracted by the smell. Gold sat back once he was finished, brooding again.
Pika's son, a still fairly young Pichu with hair styled like Gold's own, looked up at the trainer and tilted his head. "Pich?" he whimpered.
Gold smiled at Pichu. "I'm fine, man," he answered, tugging one of the large yellow ears lightly. "Don't worry."
Pichu huffed, but made no further reply; he was far more interested in dinner. Gold stepped back inside, closing the sliding glass door. As he marched into the kitchen, his mother noticed that he seemed distracted, as he wasn't being his usual obnoxious self.
"Are you okay, Gold?" she asked carefully.
"Mm, I'm fine," he answered, grabbing a plate.
His mother hovered, deliberating whether or not to press the matter. She decided she couldn't lose anything. "You're not fine and we both know it. Seriously, what's up?"
"Oh, it's nothing, really," Gold sighed, plunking his plate down next to the pot of spaghetti. "I accidentally ran into a friend earlier today with my skateboard and he was pretty mad. Nothing big."
His mom sighed and gave up.
As Gold sat and ate his dinner, silence prevailed. It was a bit of a blessing, since usually his siblings were wreaking havoc, but it was marred by his preoccupation.
When Gold finally retreated into his room, he lay on his bed with his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling. Maybe I should apologize, he thought. Surely that had to have hurt his feet… Reminded of his hands, they began to ache again and he went to run water over them.
As he sat with his hands in the hot water, he continued to think. I'll go apologize, he decided. But while I'm at it, might as well ask why he was being such a headache. He sighed and rested his weight against the wall. Not that he'll tell me. He turned off the tap. As he dried his hands, he hoped Silver would answer the door—or even be home.
Gold left, grabbing Pichu on the way out. As he stepped up in front of Silver's door, he felt a thrill of excitement and worry. I swear, if he shuts the door in my face, I may just crumble. He inhaled and exhaled. Then he knocked.
There was silence, then a faint clattering.
"Sneasel!"
The Pokémon came up behind the door, looking a bit surprised and upset. Silver came walking down the stairs rather gracefully soon after that in his usual black and red attire. Gold faintly heard him ask, "Who is it?" Their eyes met.
Ignoring the very annoying melting feeling in his chest, Gold noticed Silver seemed pleasantly surprised at first. But then he covered the expression with a mask of anger. "What do you want?" he asked, stalking to the door and wrenching it open. "My feet haven't quite recovered from our last encounter."
Gold felt hurt by the statement, but he hid it. "I wanted to apologize for that," he replied stoically as Pichu jumped down from his shoulder and greeted Sneasel. "I didn't mean to run into you."
"I should hope not," silver snapped nastily.
Gold sighed and threw his arms behind his head with a grin. "I came to apologize and I did," he remarked. "Now it's your turn to say it's okay, and I'll be on my way."
A funny look came into Silver's eyes—almost like he wanted to laugh, but was afraid to. "Fine," the redhead growled. "It's alright. Now go away."
"Sounds good to me," Gold replied, but he spotted Pichu, who was immersed in communicating with Sneasel. The ice-type seemed interested in the conversation, nodding and replying every now and then. "Hang on," Gold said. "Let them finish talking."
Silver looked down and frowned; Gold knew Sneasel didn't talk much with other Pokémon, so it must have been surprising to see it acting so friendly.
As the Pokémon chatted, Gold and Silver watched, tense. Gold couldn't deny that he found Silver fascinating, but it annoyed the crap out of him. Silver was a jerk; why did Gold keep trying to see him again? Even now, here he was, running back, holding on to the moment.
Silver finally snapped his fingers at Sneasel, and the Pokémon blinked at him, and then ran inside.
Pichu murmured, "Chu," then scrambled up Gold's shoulder.
An awkward silence prevailed. Gold didn't want to leave, and for some reason, Silver wasn't kicking him off the porch. Finally, Gold said, "Well…See you later I guess."
"Are your hands okay?" Silver blurted okay, and then blinked in surprise at his own audacity.
Gold was startled, too. "Er, yeah I put some medicine on them and it doesn't hurt anymore. How are you?"
"Ahm, fine, just a little bruised," Silver answered, not looking at Gold.
"I really am sorry about that," Gold murmured, not looking at Silver, either.
"I know," Silver whispered.
They stayed like that a moment, air thick with tension. Then Gold decided he had had enough of the moment. "Well, I'd better go. Bye."
"See you," Silver replied quietly, and shut the door.
Gold walked off, glancing back at the door a couple times.
Pichu interrupted his thoughts by tugging on his ear and growling, "Piiii!"
Gold jerked. "Sorry," he murmured and started walking again. "So, Pichu, what'd you talk to Sneasel about?"
As Pichu chattered, using its tail and little arms to try to explain, Gold focused on that rather than his encounter with Silver to distract him.
He did get some of it. "So Sneasel said Silver is sad?" Gold questioned, wondering at it.
"Chu," the Pokémon confirmed. It went on to say that apparently Silver had felt bad for yelling earlier.
Gold shook his head. "I think Sneasel was playing games with you, buddy," he sighed. "There's no way Silver would feel bad about yelling at ME. He does it every time we meet."
"Hey, Gold!"
The Pokémon trainer looked up and took in Crystal from underneath his bangs. "Oh, hey."
"What's the matter?" she inquired, tilting her head. "You look down."
What's with women and butting into other people's business? he wondered vaguely. "I'm fine," he replied. "Just talking to Pichu."
"Can you understand him?" she asked, surprised.
"Sometimes, and just broad subjects like emotions," Gold replied. "Anyway, do you need something?"
"No, I just saw my best friend walking down the street with a really weird look on his face and decided I'd ask if he was okay," she retorted.
"Let me know what he says," he joked with a slight smirk.
But apparently it wasn't up to par, because she said, "He seems kind of down still, actually."
Gold threw her a leave-it-be look, which she usually didn't need, but seemed to at the moment. "Again, I'm fine. Why don't you go pick on Silver or something?"
"Silver's no fun to talk to if you're not there," she sighed dramatically, throwing her hands up. "I swear you two are meant for each other."
Gold somehow managed to hide his blush, although it was a near miss. "That's ridiculous. Go talk to him, I think he needs it…He's such a girl." Gold refused to look at Crys, not wanting to see her reaction to this statement.
After a second or two, she finally said, "Well, if you insist." Then she took off down the road, humming a tune.
Gold watched her go, a bit gloomy. She would see Silver soon, and he wouldn't. No, stop, don't think like that, he told himself, shaking his head fiercely. He's just a really good friend.
Gold kept walking, not sure where he was going, and not really caring, thinking about Silver. Next thing he knew, he felt a sharp pain in his ear and yelped. It had gotten dark and he found himself on the outskirts of town among the tall grass. Pichu was bristling with fear and aggression, and had bit him to wake him up.
He checked his ear for blood and found just little indentions. "Hey, I'm sorry," he murmured, petting Pichu and looking around. "Where are we?"
"Piii…."
As Gold started trying to walk back towards the town, he noticed that Pichu was still very nervous. There was rustling to his right and he spun, reaching for a Pokéball from his waist. He noticed that they were absent, having only taken Pichu from home. He swore softly and looked at his opponent, a Sentret, warily. He glanced at Pichu and asked, "Can you take care of it?"
"Pi!" the Pokémon exclaimed and leapt down before running forward and charging up, sparks flying from its cheeks.
Gold ordered, "Thundershock!"
Pichu discharged with a cry, and the Sentret yelped as the electricity hit it. Without a second thought, it turned and ran, sparks dashing through its fur.
Gold sighed and smiled at Pichu. "Atta boy," he murmured as he picked up the Pichu. He heard more rustling and spun to confront it. But then he paused as someone from that direction yelled, "Gold!"
"I'm over here!" Gold shouted, relieved to hear a friendly voice. Suddenly, another Pokémon popped out of the bushes. It was a Geodude.
The Pokémon and Gold stared in surprise for a minute. Then Geodude growled, Pichu snarled, and Gold yelped all at the same time.
As Gold tried to regain his feet, he saw Silver appear from the grass, a very panicky look on his face.
"Gold!" Silver cried, and then took in what he was seeing. The worried look vanished. "What happened?"
"Pichu scared a Geodude," Gold replied, trying to the hide the fact that he had turned bright red at being found in such an embarrassing situation by Silver of all people. Pichu trotted over and Gold picked him up, then stood and brushed off his shorts.
Silver nodded sharply. "Let's go home," he said. "We need to get you out of here."
"Sounds good," Gold answered with his customary smirk. To his surprise, Silver gave him a long look until the smirk disappeared. Then he turned and started following his grass-slashing Sneasel.
Gold wondered at it while following Silver out. Silver couldn't possibly like him…could he? It wouldn't be too far-fetched for Sneasel's owner to be gay, but he was so cold towards everyone, what if he was just trying to tell Gold to lay off? He sighed inwardly.
Silver suddenly stopped, Gold nearly running into him. He slowly turned around and Gold squinted at his shadowy face, expression hidden in the night.
"Look, Gold…" he murmured gruffly. "There's something I need to tell you."
"What?" Inside, Gold's stomach had been subjected to extreme gravity. His mind raced and yet was numb. What's he going to say?
"I'm…Well, I like guys," Silver said, fidgeting.
Gold felt like barking out, "I'm bi, let's go out," but, for once, the words just wouldn't come out.
Silver took a deep breath. "I…I like you a lot," the redhead confessed, expression still hidden. "I wish you would stop looking at me like that, like I'm just a friend, like I'm someone you can't be close to."
Gold was still mute. SAY SOMETHING, DAMMIT! he screamed inwardly at himself. "M-Me, too," he coughed up. Pitiful. His spirits lifted, however, knowing that his secret was finally out.
Although he couldn't see Silver's face, he heard his sharp intake of breath. "I…I was kind of hoping you'd shoot me down, actually," he grumbled.
Did Gold have a heart? At the moment he wasn't sure. It seemed to have taken a vacation to his feet. "What?" he whispered, too floored to stammer.
"Well, you see, I'm kind of dating Lance," Silver explained. "And I want to stop being distracted by you, so I thought if I said something, you'd get annoyed or disgusted and stop talking to me or something. Then I'd feel devoted to him like I should be. But…"
Gold just plopped down in the grass, hoping his face was just as hidden as Silver's. And then he put his face in his hands and tried not to have a mental breakdown; apparently all those years he'd been telling himself 'He's just a friend' hadn't gone as well as he thought they had.
He heard Silver murmur, "Gold?" and kneel down by him. "Gold, I'm so sorry. If I had known that was going to happen, I wouldn't have said anything."
Gold's voice was shaky as he replied. "Better now than never."
He felt Silver stiffen, and then relax again. "…I'm really, really, really sorry. It's why I was always so pissed at you, you know," he confessed. "I couldn't take that you took my attention so much just by walking near me. I swear, when you ran me over, I almost tried to kiss you because you were so close, but I managed not to, and got mad about it. Well, and a little mad at you hitting me, that hurt…"
Gold chuckled weakly, still fighting a breakdown. He wished Silver would just leave now. He needed a good, private cry.
Pichu nuzzled his cheek with a concerned, "Chuuu." Gold grabbed Pichu off his shoulder and hugged him, a fairly rare occurrence. Pichu gave Silver a very nasty look out of Gold's sight.
Silver mouthed another apology to the Pokémon, who just growled, when Gold squeezed the mouse-type slightly. "Stop," he rasped. "It's okay."
Silver asked, "Are you…Are you going to be okay?"
"Someday, surely," Gold replied heavily.
"If it makes you feel better," Silver whispered. "I think I'm in love with you and not Lance. If you can just wait it out—"
"I'm not going to become his replacement," Gold murmured.
Silver suddenly leaned in and pressed his lips to Gold's. As their faces came into each other's sight, they noticed both of them were crying. Gold closed his eyes, leaning into it, wrapping his arms around Silver and holding him close. He felt so wonderful and so horrible. He never wanted the moment to end, he wanted to stay this way until the world collapsed. But it couldn't.
Silver finally pulled away, keeping Gold from trying to kiss him again in the heat of the moment by pressing his hands on his shoulders. "You'd never be a replacement," he whispered harshly. "Never."
Gold felt his throat start choking up, and he staggered to his feet. "Damn you," he whispered. He was messed up emotionally, both pissed and very happy.
"Wait, Gold, please!" Silver cried as the other boy began to walk away from him in a random direction, Pichu running after him after a baffled glance at Sneasel.
Gold didn't look back. He deafened himself to Silver's pleas, knowing the redhead could not and would not follow him. He blundered on, oblivious.
He loves me.
And I hate him for it.
It gets so much more interesting…I already have like two more chapters written, but I'm going to wait for some people to start reading before I put those up. Watch out for cliffhangers, I'm bad about that X3. R&R, I'm always striving to improve. Hope you enjoy it!