Yo people it's Ken here. I noticed that I didn't really describe how the characters look now. Well I'll try my best to use the most vibrant words I can. Anyways also in this chapter there will be many flashbacks, most of which will be centered around Skyla and Sean's past. Well let's get to the story!

Sean/Silver: Forgetting something, old friend?

Ken: Oh damn, the disclaimer.

Cilan: Ken does not own Pokémon or any Pokémon characters.

Normal POV:

Ah yes it seems I forgot to mention how these two characters conversing upon tree stumps look. Well they are only reminiscing about the past years so I can take this time to describe them. Let's start with Cilan. He still had his signature emerald hair, but now it was a bit longer, and the back was now tied into a ponytail, and the front was still curled up at the top. He was wearing a black blazer with red circles on the cuffs and a green, long-sleeved, undershirt that was on display as the blazer was unbuttoned. The chef still had his normal build, only a bit less scrawny. On his legs was a pair of black dress pants with green high lights on the sides. Cilan still wore his brown dress shoes with the yellow details near the laces. Now Silver, the Aura Guardian. His hair was silver (of course), and was straight and short at the back, stopping before his neck, and spiky at the front, stopping above his eyebrows. There was a strand of hair atop his head that was red down the middle, the redness stopped before reaching the end of the strand. His build was more muscular than Cilan's showing that lifting boulders up mountains and getting into fist fights with Beartic only served to tone a person's body. He was wearing a silver and gray vest that was formally a shirt, the jagged lines across the edges of the shoulders indicated that the sleeves were ripped off. Silver's pants consisted of black jeans with only two pockets, and golden sneakers with silver wings on the left and right sides of both of the sneakers. A scar was on the silver-haired male's right cheek, stretching all the way down to his chin. His eyes were sky blue with tinges of red at the bottom due to his frequent usage of aura. Hmm? It seems that the conversation has taken a rather sudden turn. Silver has mentioned Skyla again, and this only served to pique the emerald eyes that watched his move with smugness clearly indicated in the way they hung on Cilan's face.

Cilan POV:

My, my. It seems my old companion is stuck on a certain trainer we met a while back whose hair was the interesting color of magenta. As we traded stories of the past few years, anything even remotely related to the color or her hair, the attitudes she exhibited, or the things she said seemed to grasp his attention much more than my talk of flavors blending in positive or negative ways. I had always known that he had feelings for her. Not just the "in-your-pants" feelings that most teenage boys got from hormones pumping through their bodies when they laid eyes on Skyla. Even as an Aura Guardian he seemed to ignore the obvious signs of attraction he had for her. Back then whenever you mentioned her name, his eyes were suddenly drawn in your direction, and his ears moved a bit in response. When you tried to call him on it he simply said "I find Skyla interesting from the psychological viewpoint. Anything else you THINK you see or hear is in your head," quickly dismissing the accusations and moving onto another topic. Little did we know we had a speculator hidden in the trees as we continued our conversing.

"You seem to keep gearing the conversation to Skyla, Silver."

"Really? I didn't really notice," he said in a slightly sarcastic tone that anyone but those who spent time around him would take for a truthful statement.

"That's complete bullsh-"

Shake. Shake. We heard the foliage of a tree move and utter these sounds from about 35 feet away. It seemed like the tree was trying to alert us of an intruder but we shrugged it off and I pressed on with my interrogation of the Aura Guardian.

"As I was stating before, that's bullshit Silver. You're missing Skyla and you know it."

Silver POV:

Damn it. This green-haired cook hadn't lost his detective-like sharp mind. It made me ponder why he became and cook and not a connoisseur. Well whatever he was awaiting a response and I had to answer truthfully or he would bombard me with rhetorical questions like "What the hell is wrong with you?!" when he got truly frustrated after I dodged his regular questions.

"Fuck. You caught me on my bluff once more, eh? Well you're right, okay? I miss Skyla," as I stated this my expression went melancholy and I let out a sigh before continuing "..but I already know she doesn't feel the same about me Cilan. So I'll continue to push these feeling down until they disappear. It's not like screaming "I hate you" and "Go rot in a ditch" can be loosely translated to "I can't stand to be away from you" Well whatever I've got to clear my head." I stood up after giving this mini-speech, not knowing that the girl I just went on and on about was watching from a tree. Footsteps from my own two feet are all I can hear other than my thoughts as I travel through the forest deep in thought. 'So I do feel this way about her… I wish I'd noticed sooner instead of having to go through all of this heartache though.' Thanks to my powers of telepathy I had unwittingly just broadcasted my thoughts throughout the forest, and Skyla and Cilan both heard what I was thinking about at that moment. Then I heard a sound and turned my head in its direction not a second later.

CRUNCH!

I looked up at the source of the broken twig and was stupefied. It was Skyla. My Skyla. It seemed like a dream or trance, or a spell had been casted when I'd said and thought her name so many times over the years. Yet there she stood, a majestic figure in front of me looking as beautiful as the day I abandoned my ways as a trainer. Her hair was tied up in a bun at the top, leaving two lines of hair to fall down on her shoulders. 'Just like I remember…' I thought silently. My eyes caught hers, and I stared into her beautiful blue eyes until she cleared her throat and began to stutter.

"L-long time no s-see, Doofus."

I almost dropped my head in depression after hearing this. All these years passed and she was still hell-bent on calling me "Doofus." That's when I noticed the redness in her cheeks. She was blushing? Probably just from embarrassment, I dispel those thoughts and respond in a way that made her faintly red cheeks turn hot pink.

"How are you Sexy-Skyla?"

It got silent for a moment. Then she responded in a tsun-dere way that almost made me faint from her cuteness.

"WH-what do you mean sexy? Don't toy with me, idiot!"

Despite my being taken aback by this behavior, I had to let her know I wasn't just joking around with her feelings as if it were a game. So I approached her slowly, and her back hit a tree. My arms wrapped around her frame, pulling her into my tender embrace. Although she squirmed and fidgeted endlessly, I refused to let go.

"Let me go! Pervert!"

"No."

"I'll scream if you don't!"

"Scream then."

"This isn't an efficient strategy you know…"

"Strategy..? I was just trying to show my feelings."

Then her eyes widened as if she thought I was trying to do something else, something much more devious. So I let her go and pressed her against the tree with one hand, my other hand on the trunk of the tree. I raised my eyebrow with my trademark smirk plastered on my face.

"What exactly did you think I was trying to do?" I stated with affirmation and smugness in my tone. However, Skyla was too busy squirming like a wild Sewaddle to answer my question.

"Hey let me go! I'll kick you where the sun doesn't shine! Let me go! This is borderline harassment you know!"

"Just answer my question please. What EXACTLY did you think I was trying to do, Skyla?" She seemed embarrassed to say; as I saw her cheeks turn redder than a rose. I continued to coax her until she got frustrated and yelled out.

"FINE! I'll tell you. I thought you were going to…. Sexually harass me."

"Nice vocabulary there."

"Shut up jerk! And let me go now!"

"Alright but not before I do this…"

I took my left hand off the tree trunk and grabbed hold of her chin. As my lips were pressed against hers in a tender embrace, I felt our tongues in each other's mouths. Suddenly a clapping noise was heard and a mysterious redhead wearing a cap came out from the shadows and simply stated

"That was… well.. hot."

That marks the end of this chapter. Rate, comment, suggest, give it a cookie. I'm out for now. PEACE.