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By PyroScorpion

Warning: A billion and one line breaks!

Disclaimer: Fan-fiction. That should say enough.

"Truth or dare?"

The question is first met with silence, until steel silver eyes roll and pale lips pull into a smirk. "…Dare."

"I dare you to… spray-paint the school roof!"

"What? No!"

Pouring rain. I'm wandering in the forest, my umbrella held not far above me. Far away, I see a figure. As I get closer, I realize it's him. He's without a jacket or an umbrella.

His back is to me, but I can tell something is in his hands. When he lowers his hands, something mixes with the pouring rain dripping down his fingertips. I understand in less than a second, thinking back to my own scars.

I stealthily walk up to him and cover him with my umbrella.

"You should have a coat. You'll get sick."

At my words, he whips around to face me. He's terrified.

He's been discovered.

I pull my jacket over his shoulders.

Silence.

"D- Don't t- tell anyone," he shivers.

"Everyone has their own scars to hide."

Many crisscross over my own pale limbs as well as his tanned ones, some almost as fresh as his new.

I feel exposed.

I know he does too.

He cries.

A hushed phone call in the middle of the night.

"…Silver?"

"Hnn… Gold? Why are you calling me so late—no, early?"

"It's nothing, I guess, but…"

"If it's nothing, then—"

"Goodbye, Silver."

Stunned silence.

"What?"

It's too late. He's already hung up.

One day. Today's the first.

At school, he's absent.

He doesn't come back.

I'm worried.

Three weeks. Today marks three weeks. I've stopped eating, stopped functioning. They've been doing everything they can to find him—the police, his parents, everyone. It's just not enough.

My chest hurts, I… miss him. I'm afraid… Afraid that they won't find him until his… death. Afraid that he's already dead.

I can't take it. This pain, this ache. I need him back.

A month. It's been a month.

He's still gone.

I almost am too.

Suddenly, I remember his words from before. Something is struck within me.

I sneak into his bedroom, untouched for a month, and raid it.

Success.

Impressive. This much publicity was unexpected.

There's a picture of the school roof in the newspaper this morning, probably taken from a helicopter. The roof is painted rainbow, with huge silver lettering.

I smile to myself. They don't know the culprit—me.

The roof reads,

"PLEASE COME HOME"

Authoress's Comments: Well... Hi. Once again, I'm not dead. Here's my first Pokemon fic - for Pokemon Special (whoo PreciousMetalShipping!) :3 If you're curious about the title, Word told me I had written 404 words, and it was about Gold going missing, so... it just fit.

...Yes, I totally implied that Gold (and Silver) were cutters ._. Blame the music playing- The Used's Kissing You Goodbye.

Blah.

Anyway, read & review please~

-Bug of Fire, the PyroScorpion

(P.S. I actually got a 404 error when accepting the guidelines... Weird O.o)