Heart of Gold
Chapter 2: The Silver Lining
Darkfire374: I know.. O.o
Pikachaaa: Actually, MangaQuestshipping is Krystal x Gold. Heartsoulshipping is Lyra x Ethan, and Soulsilvershipping is OBVIOUSLY Lyra x Silver. Krystal and Gold are in my other fanfiction, so...they won't appear in this one, but they will be mentioned!
Amy47101: Yep. She's definitely naïve...and dumb. XD
Here's the next chappy peoples! Glad you enjoyed the first!
I head back to the Professor's lab, and shove the door open. "Sorry, I didn't catch the thief-" I start, but someone grabs me, twists my arms behind my back, and slams me face first onto a table.
"I caught you!" a police officer says. "It's obvious that the thief always returns to the scene of the crime."
"HUH...?" I yelp. "I didn't do anyyyyything."
"Say that to the judge!" the officer says.
"Hold on!" Ethan says, dragging a frazzled looking Elm over. "She didn't do anything! Ask him!"
"This is a repeat of four years ago!" Elm exclaims, his arms crossed in shock. "I should be more careful! I-I-I-..."
"Is this the thief?" the officer interrupts.
Elm stops babbling, and looks at me. "No..." he says. "I never saw their face."
"I did!" I chirp happily, trying to dance over to Elm, forgetting that I'm still pinned down, and failing. "She had such pretty silver eyes!"
"She?" Elm says incredulously. I nod vigorously. "Yup! At least I think so...their hair was long, so it has to be a girl!"
Ethan cheers. "It makes sense!"
Elm frowns. "So it couldn't be him again..." he murmurs.
"Umm, can I move now?" I ask the officer, who finally lets me go.
Elm sighs. "Oh well...at least you guys are the only ones needing Pokémon presently. I guess it is fine...but..that poor Pokémon...I hope the thief at least treats it alright."
I sling an arm over Ethan's shoulder. "Well, if ya want, Eeths and I can find it!"
Ethan grins. "Yes! Lyly and I are good at finding stuff. We play hide and seek!"
The officer gives us a weirded-out look. The Professor lets out a sigh. "I guess there's nothing I can do..." he says, before pulling out his Pokégear. "Here, let me register my number with you both...assuming you haven't already destroyed your Pokégear..."
I hold my wrist up. "Nope! All safe!" After transferring the information between both devices, Elm dumps some Pokéballs and a single Pokédex in each of our bags. "You are going to take Cyndaquil then?" Elm asks, and I look down at the ground to see the fire type by me.
"Oh yeah...I did just grab it and go," I say. "Sure! Why not?" Cyndaquil stares at me in horror.
"I'll take Chikorita," Ethan says. "I already have a water type, and she's sooo cute!"
Elm nods, before handing us their Pokéballs. "Well, if I wasn't so upset, I would send you off happily..." Elm says. "Yet, I do hope you do well. Goodbye." The officer walks over. "If you don't mind, I would like all three of you to write reports on the robbery."
I nod. "Alright! But it is pretty unnecessary, because from what I know about Team Rocket four years ago, the police were completely useless!" I say. The officer glares at me, and shoves a piece of parchment paper in my face. Ethan and I both scribble on the papers as Elm spouts off saddening remarks about his lack in being a proper professor, before handing our reports in.
"What. Is. This?" the officer demands, holding up the paper and pointing at the center.
"I drew a picture of Cutie! Obviously! Well, Cutie wasn't helping me fight that thief, but I thought it would be neat to add her in! Plus, I thought that the thief had such beautiful hair, it reminded me of Rapunzel! Then I thought: Well, how about I draw a comic strip, and become an artist-"
"ENOUGH!" the officer exclaims. "This is fine. Now please, go away."
I nod happily. "Bye bye useless police officer!" I drag Ethan outside. "Oh! What did you draw Eeths?"
"Umm, I drew a picture of Elm using hair gel," he replies. I hook arms with him. "We did such a fantastic job on our reports!" I say. "I'm so proud of us!" Ethan grins. "I am too!"
We both stop, and look at each other simultaneously. "We've gotta say bye to our moms!" Ethan and I untangle ourselves, and he runs over to the Hibiki residence.
"Say 'hi' to Mrs. Claire/second mommy for meeee!" I call.
"Will do Lyly! Say 'hi' to Mrs. Kotone/my second mommy!" Ethan calls, turning as he runs, and waving...then he runs into his mail box. "Oof!"
I giggle, and skip over to my house. Pushing the door open, I stop when I realize we have a visitor. "Oh, hello Mrs. Hinata," I say. "Umm..."
My mom's friend is wiping her face with a handkerchief and seems as if she was crying.
"Oh no!" I exclaim,. "Did you cut an onion or something?" My mom pats Mrs. Hinata on the shoulder. "I'll be going now," the blue haired woman says.
My mom frowns. "Are you sure you don't want to talk more Evelyn?"
The woman lowers her hands from her face. "I'll be fine," she says. "I think I'll go and see Claire. We're going through the same thing after all." I frown; what are they talking about?
My mom nods. "I'll see you later," she says.
"Bye Amelia," Evelyn says, and walks past me, before exiting through the beige front door.
"Hmm?" I wonder. "What were you talking about?"
Mom smiles at me sadly. "Oh...nothing...I'll tell you when you're older."
I cross my arms. "No! Now!"
"Not now, Lyra Kotone," she says. "Or I will ship you to aunt Yvonne to become a souffle."
I don't back down. "Aunt Grace doesn't scare me! Who were you talking about?"
She sighs loudly. "Just about...Krystal and Gold, that's all," she says.
"They're still on their Pokémon journeys, right?" I ask.
Mom is uber-slow to respond. "...Yes...they...are traveling the world..."
I grin. "Coolness! Now, I just had an awesome last twenty minutes!" I say, immediately changing the subject because I won our argument. "Professor Elm was robbed, then I chased down this girl with pretty hair who was the robber, I randomly picked my first starter, the lab was almost burned down, and I wrote a police report because I was the suspect!"
My mom stares at me in horror. "You were almost arrested?"
I beam at her. "I know! Isn't that awesome?" She sits down in a chair, holding her head with one hand. "Anyway," I say, "I came by to say that Eeths and I are going on a Pokémon ADVENTURE!"
My mom smiles at me weakly. "Oh my..." I hold out my Cyndaquil's Pokéball. "Yup! And here's my starter! I got a fire type! Isn't that perfect for me?"
She nods. "Please don't burn anyone's house down."
I shrug. "I don't think I will..."
Mom pushes herself to her feet. "Well," she says, walking over to me. "I wish you all the luck in the world. You're going to need it."
I hug my mom. "Thanks mama!"
She smiles, and ruffles my bangs. "Knock 'em dead-" she pauses, realizing what she just said. "Ah...just metaphorically..." I nod. "Will do!"
"Well, bye Lyra," she says. "I'm going to go and call Brooklyn and check up on Leaf."
"Ooo!" I squeal. "Tell Leafy 'hi' for me!" She nods, and I burst through the door singing at the top of my lungs. "I AMMMMMM GONNNAAAAA BEEEE THEEEE BEEEESSSTTTT EVAAAA!"
Ethan is lying in the grass with Cutie. Chikorita is hiding in a bush. "Oh, hey Lyly," he says. "Chika-my Chikorita-won't come out."
I frown, then walk over to it. "HIYA CHIKA! C'MON OUT!"
"Chikoooooo!" it shrieks, and takes off at a dead run towards Route 29.
"Waaaaait!" Ethan yelps, and chases after the grass type. I exclaim joyfully, and follow him.
~3~3~3~
"We lost Chika!" Ethan mopes. "My first Pokémon..."
"Your second," I correct, putting a hand to my eyes as I look into the distance. "We haven't looked over here, so c'mon!" I drag Ethan into the trees, and we spy Chika.
"Chika!" Ethan exclaims, and it looks back before running away.
"Come baaaaack!" I call, as Ethan and I give chase. Both of us get scratches and grass stains as we trip and tumble through the undergrowth. I get closer, and dive forward, saying-"GOTCHA!" I tackle Chika to the ground, and hold onto it as my clothes get caked in dirt. "Return her!" I tell Ethan.
"What?"
"Use your Pokéball!"
"OH!" Pulling out one, he points it. "Return!" Nothing happens.
"Mar marill!" Cutie says.
"That's Cutie's Pokéball!" I say.
"Oh...umm," Ethan say, digging around in his bag. "Ha! Here it is! Return Chika!" The flailing Pokémon in my arms disappears in a red light, and I sigh. "Whew! I'm exhausted!"
Ethan plops down beside me. "Yeah, me too...I'm gonna take a nap."
I nod. "Good idea, I think I will after I find a stream to wash my face, arms, and legs off," I state, before getting up. Ethan is snoring as I walk away, and I skip towards the sound of running water.
Bending down, I rinse the dirt off, and sip some of it; mom said not to drink water that hasn't gone through a filter-whatever a filter is-because it could be filled with germs. I really couldn't care less...then again...I did get that stomach bug back when I ate some mud...
Standing up, I slap my hands against my overalls to dry them off, and I notice a bulge in my pocket. Pulling out the handkerchief I'd found on the ground that the thief had dropped, I stare at the sloppy silver stitching. I bring it up to my face to sniff it; the fabric smells nice...like cinnamon, as well as an even fainter scent, that is of a woods. I look down at the faded cloth; reminds me of Leaf somehow...
I turn around, and I suddenly find myself thrown into a tree trunk as someone presses themselves up against me roughly.
It's the thief with the bandanna! She shoves her arm against my throat, and digs around in my pockets.
"Umm...what are you doing?" I grunt out, unable to breathe much. The red haired teen steps back, and clenches the handkerchief in her hand.
"Hey!" I yelp. "Give that back!"
"It's mine," they say, and turn to leave. I tackle them from behind, and we both fall down.
"Get off!" they say. I hold on tighter. "My mama says that girls are supposed to talk things over before getting in arguments!" I declare. "So at least tell me why you're taking that handkerchief!"
They freeze. "Girl?"
"Well, boys too, but since I'm an only child, she always said girls-" I'm shoved off roughly.
"I am not a girl," they say venomously.
I frown, sitting up. "Course you are! You have long, beautiful hair! Plus, your eyes are sooo pretty. Can I call you Silver after your eyes?"
The girl/whatever gender they think they are stares at me. "Forget it," they say, and stomp away. I chase after them, and throw my arms around the red head from behind.
"Don't goooo!" I wail. "I have to get an explanation!"
"I won't give you one!" they snap.
I stop talking in realization. "Oh...you don't want to call yourself a girl because you have a flat chest?" I ask, feeling nothing from the hug/whatever one would call it. "I can totally understand, and I'm sorry if I offended you-"
"Just SHUT UP!" they shout, and try to shove me, but my grip is too tight, and the both of us end up falling into the creek. I lift my head up, spluttering, and come face to face with the red headed kid. I'm moving my head too fast I don't realize til it's too late.
WHACK! My forehead connects directly on the nose. Grunting, she/he rolls off of me, and onto the bank.
"I'm sorry!" I yelp. "Let me get you something!" I grab the handkerchief that she/he had dropped when we fell.
"Don't touch that!" they snap, and snatch it from my hands while holding their bleeding nose. I frown. "But I want to help you!" I say. "We're friends, right?
"Stay out of my way," they say, and stalk off.
"Well, you didn't say no to becoming friends!" I call after them as I sit in the water. "Bye bye friendly friend Silver!" I could've sworn I heard them mutter something about me not being their friend, but that can't be right, right?
~3~3~3~
I sprint back over to Ethan. "Hey," I say. "I made a new friend today! They didn't like me much...but I still made one, so that's the silver lining, am I right?"
Ethan looks up at me sleepily. "Huh...?"
I shrug. "C'mon! Let's gooooo! I want to catch some Pokémon!"
Haha! Lyra's an idiot. She thinks Silver is a girl. Poor Silver... ^^' Long hair doesn't mean anything. Lyra's just dumb! Silver obviously sound like a guy. And Ethan...lolz.
Anyway, tell me what you thought! I have sooo many cliffhangers waiting for ya all! (Not that you'll be happy about them, but I definitely will! ^.^ )
~Misty
