Chapter 1

Gold half-ran through Cherrygrove Town in a hurry to get home and see who had stolen Elm's Pokémon. In his rush, he unknowingly tackled a mysterious redhead figure.

"…The hell?" said the redhead. He looked suspicious.

"S-s-sorry!" peeped Gold, blood rushing to his face.

"Watch it, short stuff," hissed the tall, thin-but-still-intimidating, almost snaky redhead.

"…S-sorry!" Gold repeated, unable to shake the nervous stutter he had gained in front of this serpentinely handsome young man. The redhead grinned- a reptilian grin that was some exotic kind of attractive.

"Hah hah, whatever. Don't sweat it, kid."

Gold stumbled again through Route 27 or whatever, dodging Sentrets and the occasional Rattata. He couldn't clear from his mind from the image of the young man he had met earlier- such fiery personality. Gold's face remained flushed until he reached New Bark. The police officer questioned him about the theft of the Cyndaquil.

"Do you know who could have taken the Pokémon? More importantly, who the fuck chooses a Chikorita?"

"I-I don't know. But I saw this one guy, red hair, tall, who seemed in a rush."

"Oh," said the police officer, intrigued. "I'd go after him, but police officers are only useful at night and all I have is a Hoothoot. Do you think you could take chase?"

"Sure thing," said Gold, his heart fluttering at the idea of meeting the stunning man again.

Gold dodged through Cherrygrove and the following route, so fast that his Chikorita, who he had named Kira, was barely able to keep up.

Until suddenly- "HEY, stop!"

Gold was approached by an abnormally large teenager, who was totally ripped and probably on steroids.

"MY RATTATA IS IN THE TOP FUCKING PERCENTAGE OF RATTATA, AND IT COULD TAKE YOUR PLANT ANYDAY."

OHSNAP, thought Gold, no way that twatwaffle thinks he could beat my Chikorita with that piece-of-shit Rattata. So they engaged in battle.

"Go, Kira, use bite!" yelled gold. But the Chikorita did not know bite, which is retarded. Youngster Joey commanded his Rattata with some sort of Russian, and the Rattata proceeded to use FUCKING HYPER-FANG ON CHIKORITA. Chikorita was down for the count, Gold's only Pokémon.

"Alright, bitch, pay up!" said the abnormally large youngster. He approached Gold, ready to beat the shit out of him. "These shorts don't pay for themselves, you know!"

Gold looked up at Joey, who was probably in the top percentage of youngsters, and said, "Why do you need shorts?"

"Because I fucking like shorts! They're comfy and easy to wear! Now show me the fucking money!"

"N-N-no!"Gold stepped back, but before he could respond, Joey shoved him and he was on the ground. Joey took out a small gun, because I don't know the names of actual guns.

"Just give me the money, and we'll be done here."

"How the f-f-fuck are you so strong? You're like 14!"

"I EV-trained myself. Now, the money?"

"I've got 3000 Pokédollars. Take as mu-"

"Lawliet, use Ember!"

The huge youngster was lit on fire by an unseen force. Out of the darkness behind that ParlyzBerry tree was... the slinky redhead from before. He had with him a tiny Cyndaquil. The youngster stumbled back, fell over himself, and stop-dropped-and-rolled in an attempt to put out the fire.

Gold hopped up, brushed himself off, and ran, not knowing what to do. The youngster was back up again, because that mofo was unstoppable. The redhead ran after Gold and away from the brute, past some trainers who don't actually want to fight you.

"Keep going," he said to Gold, " we can hide in Dark Cave from this thug!"

Gold's phone started ringing. He picked up. "Hello?"

"Goldy! Where have you been? Surely the walk to Cherrygrove couldn't have taken that long!"

"Oh, hi, Mom. Uh, I got a little sidetracked, and now I'm gonna go be the Pokémon Champion, does this sound OK?"

"Uh, OK, but do you want me to save your money? Ever since the Celadon slots closed and were replaced with Voltorb flip, Pokédollars have been a little scarce. I might buy you something nice."

"Uh, okay mom. I have to go; we are being threatened with death by a thug we've never met."

"Gold, get back there you pussy! You've got a Totodile, show 'em what you're worth!"

"Mom, I picked Chikorita, remember?"

"I have no son." -click!

The thug fired a shot. It wasn't that close, but it was close enough. The redhead tackled Gold and they tumbled into some tall grass.

"He's firing at us!" said the redhead.

They landed hard on the ground. The redhead rolled off Gold and into the grass beside him.

"I don't think he can see us."

Gold blushed again. He was too flustered by the redhead to notice the situation at hand.

"Are you even listening? C'mon, we have to get to Dark Cave or Violet City! I'm Silver, by the way."

"I'm Gold. N-N-nice to meet you."

"That stutter you have is annoying."

"Uh..sorry?"

Silver rolled onto his stomach and started crawling through the grass, which was just high enough to conceal him. Gold followed. Silver turned the corner, and stood up and ran. Gold tried to keep up with him, but it was difficult.

They dodged an annoying Bug Catcher named Wade, who promises berries but never delivers, and ran into Violet City, where the music is pretty awesome. They stopped in the Pokémon Center for a place to hide.

"I think we're safe," said Silver, taking a seat on a bench.

"Thank Arceus," said Gold.

"Who?"

"Arceus, y'know, creator of-"

"I was raised atheist."

"..Oh."

"So, you live in New Bark?" asked Silver, changing the subject.

"Yeah, I live with my mom. So, where d-do you live?"

" Dad and I moved around a lot. We lived in Saffron a little while ago."

"Saffron? Where's that?"

"Oh, it's in Kanto. It's pretty far."

"I've never even been past Violet! You must have seen a lot of things!"

"I guess so," said Silver, leaning back on the bench. He yawned and closed his eyes. "We certainly can't go back there. Is there anywhere we can stay in this hick town?"

Gold stood up. "Uh, I'm pretty sure that this Pokémon Center has accommodations. Trainers can't always be on the move, you know."

"I suppose so," said Silver. He stood up and went to the counter, assumingly to make reservations with the resident nurse. Gold stood up and wandered to the corner of the Center. He stepped on the escalator, only to realize they were stairs. He groaned and walked up to the second floor. Aside from the three receptionists who were always there, Gold noticed a large, lanky postman who signaled for Gold to talk to him.

"Uh, hi?"

"Hello, Gold! I figured you would come by here eventually. Your Mom sent you these."The postman handed Gold a cardboard box.

Gold got super-excited and unwrapped it, hoping it would be Pokégear or something useful, but inside was a small Charmander doll.

"Thanks, Mom," he said, just barely loud enough to hear. He headed back downstairs, away from the creepy-ass postman. Silver was there with the room key. They went to the rooming area of the Center and unlocked Room 17.

There were two beds. Gold felt a little disappointed. Silver jumped on one, and kicked off his shoes. He left his one Pokéball on the bedside table. Gold let Chikorita out of the Pokéball, and set up a pillow and blanket on the floor for her. He then clicked off the light, took off his shoes and hat, threw his book bag on the ground, and climbed into bed.

Silver was just getting comfortable in the stiff hotel bed when-CRASH! Through the single window came a large rock head, belonging to that of an Onix.

"Shit!" Silver jumped out of bed. "Lawliet, get 'em!" The Cyndaquil came out of the Pokéball.

"Use Ember!" But Ember didn't do shit all, because Onix is a rock-type Pokémon.

The Onix writhed into the room. Gold was standing on his bed, terrified of the huge rock-snake. Chikorita had fled into the hallway.

Silver looked at Gold. "Hold on, I'll get help!"

He ran out the door with Lawliet, leaving Gold to fend for himself. The Onix was between Gold and the door. Gold jumped off the bed, and searched his bag for something that could help in this situation. That was when he saw it- the Charmander doll! He took it out and threw it, using it as a decoy. While the Onix was distracted, he made a run for the door.

The Onix was only amused by the doll for so long. It came smashing through he hallway after them, causing large amounts of collateral damage. Gold ran faster than ever before. He made it to the door leading to the main center, but couldn't open it. The lock was stuck, and the Onix continued down the hallway towards him. He was freaking out, panicking, and he was going to die and- click!

The door opened. Nurse Joy was there, backed by Silver and a Chansey. She motioned for the two to get behind her. She raised one hand at the Onix, which continued to rage.

She said, "Stop." The Onix looked at her, momentarily. "Stop," slower this time. The Onix approached Joy and lowered its head to her level. She ran one hand up the Onix's head. "Good Rocky. Now let's get you home."

"I'm sorry, boys, for the inconvenience. How about you kids come back tomorrow and I'll get you an apology gift?"

Gold was not a kid. He was seventeen years of age. He went to say something, but Silver spoke first. "That would be lovely, thank you Nurse."

They headed back to Room 17. "Thanks," Gold said. "For all the help."

"It's not problem," said Silver. "Just helping a fellow trainer out."

"It means a lot. Thank you, Silver." Gold attempted to hug him, which Silver didn't expect, resulting in the strangest embrace in human history. Silver hugged back briefly and then let go, trying to kill the tension.

Gold felt himself blushing again. He immediately turned around, and climbed into his bed. "G…Good night, Silver!"

"See you later, Gold!"