Okay. This is rated T right now, it's a high T if you're under Fourteen I wouldn't recommend you read it. I will probably change the rating to M after the third or fourth chapter depending on how this goes. Silver will probably be a little OOC, but it's hard to get him right sometimes.

CHAPTER ONE

"Silver." The trainer growled in the back of her throat, slowly twining her hands into his hair, she could smell him… their lips slowly moving together… his arms around her… he slowly kissed her… her mouth… neck… his lips slowly making their way onto her chest…

"Ahh!" Keri shot up panting, eyes darting around the room. She groaned and fell back into her bed. Silver. She sighed, taking a couple deep breaths, and pulled herself out of bed. She had to get up in five minutes anyway, damn that boy got up early.

She stretched out all of her muscles, and pulled off her pajamas, stuffing them in the backpack. She would have to do some laundry in the next town. Team Rocket had given her the job of tailing the boy, but now she wasn't so sure that she should be, she'd been having dreams like that for a week now, and they were steadily getting worse… and better. She stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The Pokemon centers hotel was nice, and she was glad it was free. She wouldn't have any money left if they weren't.

She stepped into the shower, the hot steaming water running in rivulets down her body. She stood there, eyes shut, for five minutes, letting the water relax her muscles. She put the dreams down to stress. She was eighteen years old and hadn't been in a steady relationship since she was fifteen. It had ended badly, the boy badly bruised in places he wouldn't talk about, and she angry enough to send her Scyther out at the half naked boy. Guess which half was naked. Now she was traveling with a boy, and he was completely ignoring her, or at least as much as possible. She wasn't the type to gain a boys attention through extreme measures, but she wasn't supposed to be thinking about him like that. She was tracking him, checking his weak points, not trying to date him.

She rinsed the shampoo out of her hair and washed her body, thoroughly calmed by the lavender body soap. The scent wasn't her favorite, she hadn't ever been a flower person, but she'd started using it after meeting the boy. Lavender, calming.

He was nineteen and slightly pale, although it's hard to be pale in Hoenn, with red hair and his eyes… she had almost laughed when seeing his eyes. They were silver. She wore the scent not only because she found her mind needing to be calmed, but because Silver was constantly uptight and angry. She stepped out of the shower and yawned. She thought she could go back to bed now, her eyes getting heavy with the scent of the flower and the heat of the air. She shook it off and toweled her hair.

She dressed quickly in jeans, a yellow shirt, and a dark green jacket, she pulled her hair back in a pony tail. Keri didn't bother with makeup, the boy practically ran everywhere. She would just sweat it all off before noon anyway.

Silver leaned against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. He gave the girl until four fifteen, then he left without her. But she was never late. It was almost three thirty now. He turned his head, looking at the door. He heard his name called out, and it made him jump. He almost decoded to open the door when he heard a short shout, but then leaned against the wall again, a smirk on his face. A few minutes later he heard the water in he bathroom turn on.

'That's the problem with these hotels,' he thought. 'No sound blockage.' He had been able to hear the couple in the room above his all night. They were having a very good time, from what he had heard through his pillow. He had not had a good time. If they were going to do that kind of thing why couldn't they do it outside in a tent somewhere that no one went?

Like an island, out in the middle of the ocean. He thought about that for a little while. That would actually be nice. No one to bug him and tell him what he was doing wrong. Upon first meeting the red headed nineteen year old, many people thought he didn't care about his Pokemon. It wasn't true…

Okay, maybe at first it had been, but he had changed. At least he thought he had. He really did care about Feraligatr, and Crobat. He hadn't captured any Pokemon in this region yet, but he would. Just because he was hard on his Pokemon didn't mean that he didn't care about them. He acted cold because he wanted them to be stronger, to learn how to do things on their own. He wasn't a baby sitter, he was a trainer.

It was three O'clock when she opened the door, to see Silver leaning against the wall with his eyes shut. "Come on then. I'm catching something today, then we're going to Mauville." He walked off, she had to jog to keep up. He had seen the girl, sandy brown hair, darkly tanned skin from the Hoenn heat. Eyes that seemed to be a dark shade of purple, almost a dark blue just barely tinted with the color. She wasn't really fat or skinny, around average. Her teeth were mostly straight except some of the bottom ones overlapped slightly. She had a scar on her left arm, looked like she'd gotten a tattoo removed.

Silver didn't want to travel with anyone else, naturally he was a loner, but he had been unable to shake the girl. He had noticed her following him about a month ago, and had been unable to shake her no matter what he did, so he challenged her to a battle. Her Scyther had been easy enough to take out, but she still continued to follow after him, until she'd fallen out of a tree two weeks earlier. And while he didn't like people, especially obnoxious people who followed him no matter where he went, he couldn't just leave the unconscious brunet laying on the ground. He'd had Feraligatr carry her to the hospital while he hid on the woods and waited for it to come back, and the girl had come out a few hours later somehow miraculously staying at the exact same Pokécenter as him.

He'd finally just yelled at the girl two weeks ago, and she'd told him that she wasn't going to stop following him, so he may as well let her travel with him. He'd surprised himself by screaming at her "FINE! JUST STAY OUT OF MY WAY."

He'd thought about going to the police, telling them that she wouldn't leave him alone, but he'd decided that that would just be weak. If he couldn't deal with a stupid girl then he didn't deserve to be a trainer. She would get sick of him and leave eventually though.

It was still dark outside, and he decided to run just to annoy her. The exit was at the north end of Rustboro, just to the east. The buildings just flashed by, cold morning air slowly working its way to his skin. The morning dew on the road no problem for his black boots, easily gripping the pavement and carrying him forward. He was dressed in black jeans, a plain red t-shirt, and a black zip up Hoodie. Lately he'd been taking the last item off, Hoenn was hot. The semi tropical island hadn't been his first pick, he would have rather gone to Sinnoh, but right now Team Rocket and Team Galactic were there. He had no wish to deal with them both. The teams here had been wiped out in just two short years, by the police and a couple of kids. Some bunch of weirdo environmentalists who couldn't make up their minds on weather they wanted a bunch of land or water. It was a wonder they'd survived even a month.

Keri sighed, and ran to catch up. She would stay a ways back just so that he wouldn't run faster. The boys black jacket was hard to see in the dark morning, she could just barely see the first rays of sunlight to the east. His red hair flashed copper under each street lamp. Keri heard a shout, and stopped, someone was screaming…

She walked a few steps ahead, and looked down the alley she had heard the noise from. Another shout, someone's growling voice. She couldn't see what was going on, but she knew that she couldn't just leave it alone. She would catch up with Silver later.

Silver looked back, hating himself for it, but he couldn't hear her running behind him anymore. He turned all the way just in time to see the end of her green jacket disappear into an alleyway. He began walking back slowly, hopefully she'd just seen a rare Pokemon…

Keri shouted, and tackled the man attacking the girl. She looked like she was only twelve. He shoved at her, but she punched him in the face, ramming her fist right into his nose. His eyes watered, and it was obviously broken. He growled at her and managed to kick her knee, making it buckle. She slid in the wet gravel, and fell backwards. Keri tried to get up, but the man was already leaning on her chest, his hands around her throat. She glanced around for the girl, but she had already run off…

Keri struggled, trying to shove his hands away, with each movement he pressed harder. She finally managed to painfully turn her head and bite his arm. He released her for only a second, but that was all she needed. "SILVER!" She managed to scream the name out before he punched her in the face, and grabbed her neck again. She couldn't breathe… she couldn't get air into her lungs. And soon she blacked out. Her last thought was that it had been stupid. He wouldn't come, he didn't care about her and was probably already on the route… too far out of earshot. They'd put someone else on her mission…

She was wrong. As soon as he'd seen the other girl run off, he'd begun to jog back… just don't let her be dead. He wouldn't be able to take it if she were dead. He knew it would be his fault for not running back immediately. Isn't that what you're supposed to do when you think someone is in trouble? He didn't know, he almost never paid attention to anyone else.

"SILVER!" His name out in the air, he shot towards the sound, down the alley. A man was strangling her. He glared at her, and got off. She wasn't moving… she couldn't be dead, there was no way he had been to late… just a few seconds, just a couple seconds. He stared from a shadow.

"Who are you?" He growled, his intent to scare the shit out of this man before killing him.

He turned around, looking, and suddenly saw a pair of sharp silver eyes glaring at him out of the shadows.

"Wha Who are you?" the mans voice trembled, good. That meant he was already scared.

"Your worst nightmare." He growled, imitating a movie he'd seen. He knew it was cliché, but the man looked ready to wet himself. He began to run.

Silver jumped the man, and pinned him on the ground, pulling out a knife from his belt. He always carried a knife, it was useful. He pressed the blade against the mans neck, who was whimpering and muttering about never doing something again. "please please…"

"Now why should I let you go?" He snarled in the mans face.

The man had no clue what Silver was, all he saw was a silver eyed demon with a head wreathed in fire. He couldn't help whimpering, the creature was going to kill him, he felt one of its claws against his throat. It growled at him, a snarling voice asking him to give a reason to let him go.

He struggled with an answer, unable to find any in his scrambling brain, he whimpered and wondered why he was so wet. The demon sneered at him and slashed at his face… he passed out.

Silver knew he hadn't killed him, but figured he would die soon enough when no one found him and his wounds got infected. He had no time to bother with scum like him anyway. He had slashed him across the face through an eye, and given him three slashes across the chest. He'd considered doing more, but decided that he didn't have time. Even if he did make it, he'd be blind in one eye for the rest of his life.

Silver pressed his ear to her chest, not bothering to spend time looking for the pulse in her wrist of neck… good. Her heart was beating. He waited a second, and could hear her breathing, light through her mouth. He slipped her backpack off her back and put it on his own, he never carried anything with him except the clothes on his back, his Pokemon, his wallet, and a knife. If he needed new clothes he would just buy them. He picked her up. She was dead weight, and harder to carry, but he had seen the hospital just a block down.

"Stupid girl. Why didn't you send out your Scyther?"

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Silver sat in the hospital room, looking out the window. They had asked what had happened, he told them that a man on the beach had attacked them this morning after leaving the town. It wasn't far from the truth even though it was a lie, but he didn't want them actually finding the piece of scum. Only worthless pieces of shit attacked women.

It was noon now. He was mad, they had made him stay because they had been traveling together, and what could he say? That she meant nothing to him? Obviously she had to mean something, he had saved her life. And they 'had been going to the beach' so he had to at least pretend to worry about her. He supposed it could also have something to do with the lie he told to get her a room faster…

"Sir, we still need your names." Silver turned to see a boy in scrubs standing there. It took him a second to comprehend what had been said.

Suddenly he felt embarrassed. He didn't actually know the girls name… and he certainly wasn't giving up his own. "uh… er… My name is Greg Smith. That's… Ann White."

The boy stared at him for a second. Wasn't Ann White an author or something? He decided not to dwell on it and signed them in. He would get their ID later, he was being paged.

An hour later the doctor walked in. "How are you doing?"

"Terrible." Silver muttered to himself.

"I wasn't talking to you. And I've seen plenty of cases like yours." She shot a glare at him, he was looking at the window.

"I have no clue what you mean." He watched her reflection in the glass.

"I'm saying that while the cops are out searching for the one who did this he may be sitting in here." Silver narrowed his eyes. He only hurt people who deserved it. She had been annoying, but had done nothing to him, so why would he even bother with trying to hurt her?"

"You think I'm some sort of abusive boyfriend then." He stared at her reflection, his hand folded into a tight fist. He wondered how long it would take for his nails to draw blood this time. He knew he looked the part… at least everyone said he looked bad. He didn't get it really, the guy in the blue shirt and jeans was the one who had attacked her, and HE looked like the bad guy? He dressed in what he liked.

"I get a lot of cases like that." She said calmly. "Boyfriend walks in with a beat up girl, tells the police a lie, and gets away with it while they're on a wild goose chase. There's an officer here to interview you now."

Silver felt the skin of his hand break, his sharp crescent shaped nails sinking into his palm. "Fine."

He stood up, and began walking towards the door. "What's wrong with your hand?" She asked, her eyes narrowed and focused on it.

Silver could feel the blood running over his knuckles. "It's called anger. So instead of yelling, and hurting someone, I've managed to hurt myself. I wasn't sure my nails were long enough, but I guess they were. Sorry I got blood on the floor, but you're probably used to that."

He continued out of the room, meeting the cop at the end of the hall. Officer Jenny. She looked at his bleeding hand. "Shouldn't they do something about that?"

"Probably, but I'm not going to let that doctor even look at it." Silver glared back in the direction of the room.

"So you're the trouble maker that has my team looking for a black haired man in jeans? That's not a very good description." She began walking, and he followed. She seated him at a table in an empty waiting room.

"Okay. What's your name?" She asked, pen stationed over a notebook.

He thought about just not answering her for a moment. "Greg." He said.

She smiled. "Good, Greg, what were you two doing at the beach so early in the morning?"

"I was going to try and find a water type… She was with me."

"I assume you two are a couple?"

Silver wondered if that would be the best angle to play at, it was the lie he had told the hospital… he decided against it. "Just traveling partners. We like to start early."

"The beach was at high tide this morning, covered in water." Silver knew that he was probably going to get caught in his lie. He gritted his teeth. The bastard deserved to die.

"I had a Super Rod… you didn't happen to find it?"

"No, unfortunately. You walked in here with a bloody knife in your belt… explain that."

"He attacked her, I was a lot further down the beach. I pulled out my knife and threw out the Pokéball for my Feraligatr. I jumped on his back and we got to them just as she passed out. I cut him with my knife, Feraligatr got him with his claws. He ran off towards the city." Silver held her gaze. He was good at lying. Stealing, lying, hurting people, and Pokemon training. The four things he was good at.

"Your Feraligatr attacked him on its own?" He knew this could lead to it being killed.

He shook his head. "No. I told it to attack. I won't do that again, I was desperate."

"You don't sound desperate." She knew that most boys in this situation would be reduced to a sniveling mess, scared to death. This boy acted bored.

Silver sneered slightly. "I don't cope with desperation very well. I prefer not to act desperate. I prefer to be on top of things."

"Right now you just seem angry."

He glared at her. "Of. Course. I. Feel. Angry," He growled, grinding his teeth. "First my traveling partner is attacked, then it takes until noon for them to get a freaking doctor in here! Then the doctor tells me I'm abusive! WHICH IS A BIG FUCKING SURPRISE TO ME! And NOW I'm stuck in here having a conversation with YOU because apparently the exact same story I told FIVE HOURS AGO wasn't good enough!" He felt his nails dig deeper into his hand as he slammed his fist on the table and winced. He would need stitches now, he could feel the blood flowing freely, and he knew that his nails were long enough to hurt him badly. He decided he would cut them off later. His temper was getting the best of him.

"Alright, calm down. You told the doctors she was your girlfriend?"

"Can you think of a faster way to get someone admitted than to pretend that you're going to be hysterical in about five seconds over your girlfriend or boyfriend? They knew that they would have a big scene to deal with if I lost it." he was actually proud of himself for that little façade, 'lying and acting are practically the same thing.' He thought for a second.

"That makes sense, but you still lied. You could get into huge trouble for that."

"I know. It was worth it to get her in here though." More lies, pretending he actually cared. He almost smiled to himself, this cop was putty in his hands. He could play this any angle he wanted now as long as he stuck to the story.

"I'm sorry. Greg, was it? That girl keeps asking for someone called Silver?" It was the doctor.

Silver winced. "Ug. Sorry, I forgot. That's because of my eyes, it's a nickname."

"Ahh. Well, she won't really say anything else. I'll just take you back to the room if you're done here?"

"We are done, he isn't really her boyfriend, he figured that would get her in the hospital faster."

"He would be right. We hate hysterical people." She led him back to her room.

"Okay, here's Greg." She looked at him confused until he winked, then she seemed to understand.

"Ann, are you okay? Do you feel alright?" He asked, walking closer.

She wondered if the concern was real, and decided that it probably wasn't. Silver wasn't the kind of person to worry about others, or even himself.

"… I… I think so. Nothing feels broken… why am I in the hospital?" She had thought he would take her to the Pokécenters hotel or something, hospitals had too many cameras, and there was a cop. This was a kid on the run from the world, why would he do something so stupid to himself?

"That man, remember, we were on the beach and you were attacked. He almost killed you before me and Feraligatr got to you, if you hadn't screamed I wouldn't have known until too late." Silver deeply hoped she got the clue.

"Thank you, I don't remember much of what happened, I just remember getting jumped by that guy… ug. My throat feels horrible." She reached up and touched it lightly, wincing. It hurt, she knew it was badly bruised.

"That's going to take forever to heal."

"Not forever, just a very long time. You are lucky to be alive, if he had pressed much harder your windpipe would have collapsed." The doctor glanced at Silver, who looked terrible, his hand was still bleeding, and he had a look of deep concern on his face…

"We've been having problems with Team Rocket around here lately, they're trying to get roots here in Hoenn. The man who attacked you could have been part of the organization." Officer Jenny said, watching their reactions. The boy got stiffer, he looked like he wanted to bolt. "Is there a problem Greg?"

"I lost my mother to Team Rocket… Is all. I hate them."

"Oh… I'm sorry. Well, I'd better be going." The officer walked out of the room still thinking about the boy. Something wasn't right about him, she thought he looked oddly familiar, but couldn't place why.

"You can be released tomorrow, until then get some sleep and we'll bring up some food later," She glanced at Silver, remembering his hand. "Can I see your hand?"

"No need to, just send in a nurse to stitch it up. I would do it myself if I wasn't in a hospital, but since this is a hospital…"

She nodded, and walked out. Silver looked at his hand. Four perfect crescent shaped holes, they were deep, he looked at his finger nails. He hadn't clipped them in a while. He guessed they were longer than the girls, whose looked like she chewed them. The nurse walked in. "Hi… Greg right? Just stitches?"

He glanced at the nurse, it was the same boy who had been in the room earlier. "Yeah. Unless Ann minds, we could probably do it in here." he turned to the girl.

"Yeah, that's fine. I've seen stitches done before, most trainers know how to do them themselves, getting hurt is one of those things we do best."

The nurse nodded. Silver sighed. Stitches on his hand, good thing he was right handed, he wouldn't be able to use his left for a while if he didn't want to rip them out.

"You have really long nails, I can't believe they're deep enough for me to need to do this. You might want to look away."

Silver smirked at him. "I've stitched up a Sneasel before, I can handle my own hand." His face turned dark at the thought of his pokemon. Sneasel…

XOX

And end chapter one. I hope you liked it. If you spotted any spelling or grammar mistakes, please point them out. Thanks for reading.