Green is back! I had this rather insane thought earlier so I wrote it. Read the story bit, then read below for more information.

I don't own Pokemon - I own a can of soda.

1. Red

Kotone could barely think, breathing seemed hard and pain coursed through her veins. Her brown eyes registered the Ilex Forest, but the information seemed useless. Her heart beat faster, and then slowed down to a painful pace. When strong hands grabbed her and pulled her close, Kotone couldn't do much more than whimper and look at the man holding her.

A young man with crimson hair and silver eyes looked down at her. She saw his lips move, but she couldn't seem to hear his words. A whisper of wind blew the rest of his statement away and took her breath with it. However, Kotone wasn't done just yet, she couldn't give in without a fight.

"Silver…"

She couldn't finished and fell into a blackness that didn't ever seem to end.

2. Ira

Silver had been described as many things, most involving a reference to him being some sort of evil bastard. Even with getting Kotone to a hospital with Alakazam, no one knew if the brunette would pull through or not. So Silver, as per usual, gave a few insults and stormed out of the building with his Pokemon following after him. Silver had a feeling it was trying to keep him from causing bloodshed. He scoffed and kicked at a rock.

The rock skittered down the street and ran into a wall with a light clack. Silver's gaze followed it until he caught sight of something much more interesting.

Some dumb Rocket grunt was watching the hospital with a diligence reserved for the police. Silver's lips curled into a mockery of smile as he approached the grunt. He purposefully scuffed his boot against the sidewalk. The grunt whipped his head around trying to find Silver in the surrounding darkness, amusing the redheaded trainer. Silver stepped into the streetlamp's dim light and was further humored by the horror-stricken face of the Rocket.

"So you are why she's in the hospital?," Silver drawled, tilting his head back as if contemplating something.

"I didn't put the Champion there!," the grunt protested, then realized his mistake.

Silver gave the older man a cruel smile before proceeding to beat the man. Blood painted his knuckles, but it was worth the pain in his hands to cause a Rocket even more agony. Silver gave a dark laugh as he walked away from the broken man, completely ignoring the red stains on his hands and his Pokemon's shrill cries of reprimand.

3. Patience

Waiting for Kotone to get well enough to wake up took every scrap of patience Silver possessed, though he was glad that she had survived her encounter. His gray eyes took in every scar Kotone know possessed: two long lines adorned either side of her shoulder before converging near her throat and becoming two little pricks, another line followed the curve of her side and stopped only after making a curve towards the small of her back, and small line ran across her cheek to brush her nose. The brunette Champion had been pretty before he supposed, but now Kotone was beautiful. He leaned forward to kiss the scar on her cheek, his thoughts cementing once his lips brushed the still-healing flesh.

Yes, she was perfect and Silver would keep her that way. He would protect her from any more attacks, but this one would be the only assault where he allowed her enemy to live. He gave a grin – yes, the next idiot to attack his Kotone would die.

Perhaps his girlfriend had a point about patience being a virtue.

This is the end, but at the same time it's not. Don't expect to see anymore Silver x Kotone in here, but I would like it if you read this to the end. It will make a bit more sense then, but for now trust me - a little anyway.

Oh, for Silver x Kotone fans, read this bit. This is a contest just for the above pairing, if you want a work of art for this couple continue on. The first person to tell me how much dirt is in a right cylindrical hole with a height of 4 inches and a diameter of 2 inches wins the prize. A work of art may include (but is not limited to) poetry, a full-length story, a drawing, a collage, ect. Nothing three-dimensional that I will have to physically mail you, I am a broke college student that can't afford to mail a box with a clay thing in it - don't have any clay either. So whatever you want besides 3D objects and any kind of music is the prize - I don't know how to play an instrument besides a piano and I don't really remember my lessons so... Any who, have fun. You'll hear from me soon.

Adieu - Green the Cat