Author's Note: GAAAHHHH! So sorry everyone! I feel like a bitch right now...making you all wait :'( thing is...I have been writing this story backwards, and I have been so caught up on the ending I just forgot! But don't worry, this story will ALWAYS be updated! I promise~ now enjoy!
Chapter Seven: Thunder
I stared blankly out of the window, watching as it started to rain once again. It hammered angrily against the window pane, threatening to break the glass, and it made me sigh softly. Cyan had gone to order some hot chocolate because apparently I needed it.
No, right now I needed to be alone, with my own thoughts. Being with Cyan wouldn't help me at all.
I continued to stare outside, watching the people rush around, trying to seek shelter. At least I was warm and dry, but a storm seemed to be approaching so I doubted I could leave here for a while at least.
"Here," Cyan's voice snapped me out of my daze and swiftly I turned to face him. He was holding a cup of hot chocolate to me, and without thinking I accepted it, nodding my head. "It might help you."
"Nothing can help me right now..." I groaned, watching as the dark haired boy sat opposite me, with his own cup. He sipped slowly, watching me the entire time. It was like he was trying to figure me out somehow.
"Surely it can't be that bad."
"You have no idea..." I spat in annoyance, putting the cup down on the table.
My eyes glanced back at the window, refusing to look at him any longer. I heard him sigh softly, like he was annoyed at my lack of co-operation. Was he surprised?
"Then tell me."
I groaned under my breath, wanting nothing more than to be out of here.
Stupid fucking rain, why couldn't it have waited till I got home?
"No thanks."
"I might be able to help you." Cyan tried, his voice soft and sincere. I scoffed at his words.
Yeah right, I doubted that he even knew what the word 'help' meant.
"I doubt that." I replied.
My eyes looked at him for a moment, giving me enough time to see a look of sadness light up his azure eyes, just for a second. But it was there. And it was strange to see.
"Silver...come on, just try, okay? You might be surprised!"
I held the cup in my hands and took a slow sip, feeling the hotness of the liquid slightly burn my tongue. Not that I minded.
"I do not wish to discuss my private life with a total stranger." I retorted.
Cyan didn't seem too pleased with my excuse, but it was true. I didn't know him, I just knew what he was capable of. And that was something I needed to avoid.
"Sometimes talking about things that are troubling you does help in the long run."
"It is none of your business!" I cried, getting more and more upset the longer Cyan continued to pester me for answers. It was like he was interviewing me, or interrogating me. I hated it.
"Alright, chill out," He replied calmly, taking a sip from his cup. "No need to be so touchy about it."
"I am not touchy!"
Cyan laughed dryly as azure eyes stared at me in disbelief.
"Sure you're not..."
I growled under my breath, taking another sip of the hot liquid from my cup. It had been too long since I had indulged in a hot drink, usually I just drank water or fruit juice. This was a pleasant change, but the company was something I could do without.
"So..." Cyan said aloud, idly fidgeting with his hands. "What do you want to talk about?"
I groaned, placing a hand to my head. A headache was starting to consume my braincells the longer this went on.
Seriously, putting up with Gold was better than this guy.
"Nothing."
"Has someone hurt you? Is that why you're so upset?"
My whole body tensed as those words echoed in my ears. And it was true. I was hurt, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. The grip on my cup intensified as thoughts of Gold entered my mind once again with a vengeance and Cyan noticed immediately.
"Wow...it is bad, huh?"
"Just shut up!" I cried, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me, and tears were threatening to fall from my eyes. But no, I couldn't cry, not in front of this guy. Never. Cyan paused in talking and just watched me for a moment, before saying anything else.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to make you upset."
I closed my eyes tightly, shaking my head.
He had no idea, no fucking idea how it felt to hurt like this. And I mean really hurt. Like your whole world was crashing down around you, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
"You...haven't..." I choked out weakly.
"Someone has though, haven't they?"
Once again his voice was gentle, like he genuinely wanted to help me through this, and I had no idea why. Cyan, in my vision was horrible and evil, but now he was being so lovely and kind. It was making me feel uneasy and slightly apprehensive.
"No...it was...my fault..." I bowed my head weakly, not having the energy to look at him.
"Don't say that. Don't ever blame yourself if someone else has hurt you."
My lip started quivering in sadness as his words rung in my ear. Gold only said those things because he foolishly thought that was what I wanted, and I didn't have the courage to fight for it.
I was weak, a coward, and now I had ruined everything.
"Hey..."
Before I knew it Cyan had placed a hand on my arm, trying to show that he was here for me. Tears formed in my eyes, and as I blinked they escaped, running down my cheeks. Gently he rubbed my arm, slowly, trying to comfort me in any way possible. But it was useless. It just made me feel worse about it all.
"Anyone who makes you cry isn't worth it." He told me, as my body trembled in sadness.
But even though I wanted desperately to believe his words, I couldn't. I loved Gold, so much, and now it was all ruined. He claimed it was because he didn't want our friendship to be affected, but it was a lie. All of it.
"I...I...should have...done s-something..." I stuttered, trying to form the right words.
"No, stop blaming yourself. You are not to blame in this."
His hand remained on my arm, gently rubbing it to calm me down, and slowly it was working.
"I...I...am..."
"Did a girl break your heart? Is that why you're beating yourself up about it?" Cyan asked softly.
I shook my head weakly, trying to fight the tears that continued to fall from my eyes. It seemed like it was just a never-ending circle of pain right now.
"...did some-one die?" He continued, and again I shook my head.
Right now it did feel like a bereavement, and maybe I might not feel as rotten if it was. Cyan sighed a little, but refused to move from my side. He didn't even know me, he was just a stranger, and yet he was here for me.
"I've screwed...everything up..." I choked out, weakly looking up and seeing Cyan looking back at me. His face had softened and he genuinely looked like he wanted to help me somehow, which I couldn't understand.
Cyan wanted to destroy me in my dream, so why had everything changed?
"Things can only get better." He beamed happily, removing his hand from my arm to sip from the cup. I watched him, at how one minute he was deadly serious and the next it was like his life was filled with candy hearts and sunshine.
How the hell was that possible?
A loud crash just outside the window pane alerted me instantly, closely followed by the deep rumble of thunder in the distance. Man, this storm was bad, and there was no way I could leave here for a while. Not until the storm passed, anyway.
"Not keen on storms, huh?" Cyan asked, noticing my sudden change in expression when the whole room became illuminated by the light that the storm provided.
"Y-yeah..."
"Well, I think it might be a good idea if we all stayed here for now. I doubt the storm is going to let up any time soon."
Cyan moved and stood beside me, watching the ominous dark clouds in the distance, looming over the town. I sighed softly. I hated storms so much, usually I never got much sleep if there was a storm because the sound of thunder used to frighten me, but at least it wasn't night time yet.
"It's not like we have a choice..." I groaned.
"Oh well, it's not so bad. At least we have food and heating in here, and there is always the chance of a pleasant conversation. That is, if you want it?"
I looked up at the dark haired boy, and watched as he smiled. And it was genuine. Something that seemed almost alien to me. But it was here, and right now I didn't hate it.
"Okay..."
"But, I doubt we will be able to make it into work,"
That was a valid point. Even though the department store wasn't that far away I doubted it would be open for business in this weather anyway.
But what about Gold? I had left him all alone in my apartment. What if he was scared of the storm too?
"I'll call Red and let him know, he might already be aware of the situation anyway." Cyan blabbed on, but by now I had zoned out of the conversation.
In the Pokemon Centre at least I was safe. If the power went out they had emergency generators at least, but Gold didn't. My apartment wasn't the nicest of places in a storm, and right now it was smack bang in the middle of this ferocious abomination.
Cyan made the phone call to Red, who already knew about the situation and recommended both Cyan and myself stay indoors and not to even attempt to make it into work. That was nice of him. At least I didn't have that added pressure. But I was still concerned about Gold, and after Cyan had hung up it seemed he knew almost immediately.
"Is something bothering you?" He enquired, taking the last sip of his drink, before placing the cup back down on the table.
I sighed softly, trying my best to hide my feelings, but to no avail. I had finished my drink a long time ago, but it didn't do much to steady my nerves. In fact right now they were all over the place.
"I...don't like storms." I lied, fidgeting with the cup in my hands. That wasn't a full lie, because I didn't. But that wasn't the reason to why I was worried.
"Neither do I..." Cyan replied, looking out the window, watching as the storm got closer and closer, and every few seconds a flash of lightning would illuminate the room. Then the growling sound of thunder. It was horrible.
"Anyway, do you feel any better? You know, about earlier?"
I looked at him, and thought about what he asked. Well, I guess I did, a little bit.
"A little..."
"Well, that is progress at least." Cyan smiled happily, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him. He did look a lot like Gold, and some aspects of their personality was the same, but Cyan was more sensible and serious than Gold could ever be. And that was a good thing, in some ways.
"I just...need to stop taking things too personally." I admitted. Cyan chuckled at my words.
"Don't we all. It's human nature Silver, we all get offended if we think people are personally attacking us."
And why did he keep defending me? I was not like normal people. I would get defensive over nothing, even if it didn't concern me. But, I couldn't help that, it was one of my many flaws.
"...and I...freak out, over anything."
Cyan looked at me as I spoke about myself, which usually I would never do but for some reason I felt like I just could right now. It was like Cyan wouldn't judge me, wouldn't see me in a different light, and that was a good thing.
"You just have to learn to trust other people. I know it's going to be hard, but bit by bit you should be able to."
Our conversation was cut short by a horrendous loud booming sound caused by the thunder and I leapt up in shock. The sound was deafening to my ears and terrified my very soul. It was so unexpected. Even Cyan seemed concerned.
"Fucking hell!" He cried, looking outside as the rain continued to lash angrily against the window panes.
This really was bad. I was surprised the lights hadn't blown yet. But deep inside I was thankful. Being in the dark with a storm wasn't very pleasant.
"This is bad..." I mused out loud.
"You're telling me! All the injured Pokemon are crying in distress. Can't you hear them?"
And I could. The sounds were agonising, almost like wails. And it was horrible. I frowned in sadness.
Then the vague sound of my Pokegear ringing entered the fray of noises, so obviously the phone lines weren't cut off yet by the storm. Sighing softly I glanced at the screen, wondering who was calling me, and as a horrible knotting sensation consumed my stomach I realised it was Gold.
"Are you going to answer that?" Cyan asked, seeing my change in expression, before I swiftly clicked the decline button. Weakly I shook my head. There was no way I was going to talk to him right now. What did we have to say to each other?
"It's no-one important..." I lied.
"Are you sure?"
Azure eyes burned into me and I nodded. He didn't need to know about Gold, and that he was the reason to my suffering. That could wait. Barely a minute passed before my Pokegear started ringing yet again, Gold most likely. Starting to get irritated I declined it once again, hoping to Arceus that he got the fucking message. Cyan shook his head in response.
"You know...ignoring the problem won't make it disappear." He mused aloud, looking at me intently.
I frowned in thought. Yes, I was aware of that, so to ignore the problem completely I decided to switch my Pokegear off for now. That would at least stop Gold calling me.
"I don't want to talk to them."
"I am aware of that. You are angry, it is understandable. Just, when things have settled try and talk things through. I'm sure whoever it is will be able to understand how you feel." Cyan replied, his voice soft and sincere.
Why was he being so nice to me? So supportive, like an actual friend. It was really strange.
"It was their fault in the first place..." I looked away, sighing under my breath.
"Then make a compromise and meet in the middle."
Did Cyan have any idea? Gold was hardly the easiest person to compromise with, especially now. I wasn't prepared to confess everything to that idiot, about how I genuinely cared about him, and how I wanted us to make a go of things. No, he didn't need to know that.
"You have no idea what this person is like..."
"No I don't, but if they genuinely like you, or care about you then they will compromise."
Yet another flash of lightning illuminated the room, causing me to leap up in fright. Cyan noticed and chuckled to himself. Then the horrible growling sound of the thunder followed. It was unsettling to say the least.
"You are so on edge~" He commented. In annoyance I glared at the dark haired boy.
"Shut up!"
"Take it as a compliment."
His azure eyes gazed at me for a while before smiling.
How the fuck was I supposed to take that as a compliment?!
"And pray tell, how is that supposed to make me feel any better?" I shot back sarcastically. Cyan rolled his eyes playfully, like he was toying with me.
"It's cute how you get so easily shook up like that."
I blinked in response.
He thought that was cute? How?! And did that mean that Cyan was gay? Urgh, I had no idea.
Sighing heavily I looked away.
"Just shut up already."
"I apologise," He started chuckling again. "I am only trying to lighten the mood."
"Well stop it, because right now you are doing an appalling job."
Cyan laughed completely, finding the whole situation hilarious.
I think I must have been missing something here.
"Fair enough."
"Urgh...I just want to go home." I complained, folding my arms in annoyance.
If it wasn't for this stupid storm I could go home, and hopefully Gold would be gone, if not I would kick him out and then enjoy the peace and quiet.
But no, instead I was stuck in this dingy Pokemon Centre having Cyan the psychopath for company. Hooray for me...
"I wouldn't recommend it in this weather." The dark haired boy commented, smirking slightly. It was obvious he was trying to stop laughing, only it wasn't working too well.
"I would rather catch pneumonia than spend a night here with you."
Cyan gasped, like he was genuinely hurt by my comment. It was blatant that he was doing it to piss me off.
"I am offended greatly, especially since I took time out of my day to see if you were okay."
"I didn't ask you to." I shot back, glaring at the window, watching the horrible ominous clouds draw nearer as time progressed.
Great, this storm was just going to get worse, I knew it.
"True, but I couldn't just leave you there." Cyan answered.
"Why not? No-one else cares about me."
And right now that was seriously how I felt. No-one cared, not even Gold. He willingly broke my heart without even a murmur. Maybe that's what he wanted, to break me because he knew just how much I loved him.
"You were kind to my baby brother, which means a lot to me. Thanks to you he has the courage to train harder and become a better trainer. You didn't have to be nice to him, did you?"
That was true, but I only did it to prevent the vision from coming true. I had a second chance to make things right, but now I was regretting that choice. Gold and I were more distant than ever and I doubted we would ever get back on track.
"I have my reasons..." I replied quietly.
"And I have mine for being there for you. Besides, who knows what you would have done if I left you there alone."
Slowly my eyes met his and he was deadly serious about it all. I couldn't understand why he was still here, considering I was trying to push him away. He was stubborn, like Gold was, but he was persevering.
"...mhm."
It was a simple reply, but it still created a small smile to appear on Cyan's face.
"By the way...have you eaten today?"
"Does it matter?" I replied coldly.
Great, now he wanted to know my eating habits? What next? Cyan shook his head slightly.
"You are so skinny, it's like if you stand sideways I won't be able to see you."
I glared at him, watching him laugh at my expression.
Was that supposed to be a joke? Well, it wasn't funny. And also, it's not like he was a lot bigger than me, he was probably a few pounds heavier, if that. Hypocrite much?
"You can talk, you are probably the same weight as I am."
"Ah yes, but you are taller and that is why you look thinner." He commented.
Once again I was not impressed.
Okay, I get it, I'm skinny and unattractive, can we please not talk about this?!
"Just shut up." I replied tiredly, placing a hand to my head.
"I'm not saying it's a bad thing."
"Calling some-one 'skinny' is hardly a compliment Cyan."
Rolling my eyes I watched the rain droplets on the window pane. They were getting worse, and the thunder growling in the heavens was intensifying.
"I'm just saying that maybe you should eat more often, and not skip meals."
"Who are you now, my personal nutritionist?!"
He was seriously starting to sound like one of those people off those "You are what you eat" programs, complete with annoying personality. Cyan smiled at me sincerely.
"I'm just showing an interest Silver, no need to get snappy."
In annoyance I stood up, finally having enough of his annoying voice and personality. Right now I needed to be alone, and the only place I could do that was in the bathroom.
"Excuse me." I murmured, pushing the chair aside and without giving him a second glance I walked quickly past him, hoping he wouldn't try to follow me. It wasn't like I needed to use the bathroom I just needed some space and some time to clear my mind from his constant blabbering.
Once I got inside I closed the door and walked over to the sink. There was a mirror on the wall just above, and without thinking I gazed at my reflection. For a moment I didn't just see me, I saw through me, like whatever was looking back wasn't who I really was.
A shadow of my former self, a mere puppet without a heart. How had this happened, had I always been this way?
Sighing to myself I splashed my face with water, feeling my skin cool down almost instantly. It was a relief, but when my broken eyes stared at my reflection yet again it didn't change. I still saw that sorry excuse for a person, with dark circles around his eyes, and pale, almost translucent skin. I looked ill, like seriously ill. No wonder Cyan was concerned.
"Silver?"
There was a knock at the door, and I knew it was Cyan checking up on me. Probably making sure I wasn't going to kill myself or something stupid like that.
"Yes?"
"Can I come in?"
I gripped the sink tightly with my hands.
Why couldn't he just leave me alone for just five minutes? Was that too much to ask for?
Biting the inside of my lip I stayed quiet for a moment, before his knuckles tapped on the wooden door again.
"Silver?"
"I just...want to be alone." I muttered. There was a brief silence, but I knew he was still outside the door, waiting.
"Did I upset you?"
Tensing at the sound of his voice I closed my eyes.
"No..."
"So, why are you locking yourself away in the men's bathroom?"
He had a valid point, but I was telling the truth. It wasn't him as such, it was a mixture of everything. The whole broken heart thing with Gold, and getting severely annoyed at Cyan's questioning nature, it all just mixed together and was creating something abhorred inside my head.
"I am fine..."
Once those words escaped my lips a bright flash of lightning illuminated the bathroom, closely followed by the hungry growl of thunder. A whimper escaped my lips in fear as I clung to the sink for dear life.
"You don't sound fine."
By that time the door had swung open and Cyan was stood there, looking at me. He seemed concerned, almost worried.
It wasn't like I was going to commit suicide, I wasn't that much of a coward.
"It's...just the storm." Azure eyes watched me for a while, before looking at the floor.
"I'm sorry if I upset you in any way, it wasn't my intention."
I sighed softly, my eyes glancing back at my reflection in the mirror. It really wasn't his fault, if Gold hadn't said those things back at the apartment then I wouldn't have ended up here, feeling this way.
"You didn't."
"But I didn't help either..."
He walked closer to me, but kept his distance, probably in case I freaked out or something. And as much as I wanted to be alone, it was nice to feel that I mattered, even to some-one like Cyan. He was so unpredictable as it was, but right now he was being nice and that was a good thing.
"Seriously...it's okay." I tried again, turning on my heel to face him. His eyes were downcast on the floor, refusing to look at me.
"Are you really that scared of the storm?"
Well, I was more concerned than scared, but yes. It was really unsettling. I had visions of the lights going out, never to come back on. Frowning to myself I nodded weakly.
"I guess..."
"You know, my brother used to be scared of storms too when he was younger. He would sneak into my bedroom crying, and I used to soothe him to get back to sleep."
Rolling my eyes I tried to ignore that comment.
I was not his brother, nor a cry baby, and I certainly didn't need soothing. That could fuck right off.
"Good for you."
Swiftly I turned back around facing the sink, and staring at my horrible reflection. A sigh escaped my lips as I could see Cyan standing behind me, watching me intently.
"I was trying to say that I know how to calm you down, about the storm."
"I am perfectly fine by myself." I assured the dark haired boy, who just looked at the floor in sadness.
Why did he continue to pester me? Couldn't he understand that I didn't want his help?
"You just need...to take your mind off it."
As soon as those words escaped his lips another loud rumble of thunder and a flash of lightning made me literally jump out of my skin. A horrible desperate whimper erupted from my throat as my heart started pounding in my chest.
Gosh...I didn't expect that.
"Hey," Cyan's hand rested firmly on my shoulder for support, and for once I didn't feel like pushing him away. He was still trying to help me even after everything, that deserved some credit. "Everything will be okay."
"Will it?"
I noticed that the light just above our heads had started to flicker on and off, and right now I was feeling more uneasy than ever. Cyan saw it too, watching it intently.
Great, if the lights went out I would surely panic even more.
"We are safe in the Pokemon Centre Silver, and besides, I am here." Cyan assured me calmly, his hand firm on my shoulder. I nodded weakly, desperately wanting to believe his words, but right now I just couldn't.
"Oh, now I feel so much safer~" I mocked rolling my eyes.
"Trust me Silver, I know how to deal with situations like these."
I turned on my heel to face him, knocking his hand off my shoulder, as the light bulb continued to flicker like it was having some sort of epileptic fit.
"For the last time I am not like your baby brother!" I cried in defence. Cyan shook his head weakly.
"I never said you was, did I? But you both share the same fear of storms. I just thought that the same methods might work."
Now I was really losing my patience. Chewing the inside of my lip I answered;
"What are you going to do? Read me a bed time story? Kiss my forehead and rock me till I fall asleep?!"
Cyan didn't seem too thrilled with my words and just sighed softly.
That bastard light bulb was doing my head in. We kept going from light to dark every few seconds, good thing I don't suffer from epilepsy.
"No need to be nasty about it, I was only trying to help."
"I am fine! I do not need your help!"
And just like that the light bulb switched off as another loud clap of thunder boomed overhead, and a flash of lightning illuminated the room. I squealed in shock, not enjoying the fact I was now stuck in the bathroom in the dark, with Cyan.
Not appropriate.
"...you wanna retract that statement?" He shot back coyly.
I growled at the dark haired boy, who right now I couldn't see very well. I could just make out the dim silhouette, and that was very unsettling. His figure was more or less the same as Gold's, so if he didn't speak he could easily pass for him.
"What...d-do we do...now?" Cyan sighed.
"We either wait for the lights to come back on, or we wonder around aimlessly in the dark. Your choice."
Yes, because that sounded like a splendid idea. Idiot...
I clutched the sink for dear life, and mainly for support. At least if I was holding something I would feel a little safer.
"I guess we have no choice but to wait, do we?" I murmured, hating this situation more than anything else right now.
Why me?
"It's okay, we can share stories with each other to pass the time~" Cyan literally sang happily, like he was genuinely pleased about the situation.
Can someone please tell me why all these horrible situations always happen to me? Like why was it my stupid luck to be stuck in a Pokemon Centre, with Cyan, in a storm, with no working lights? What is the likeliness of that happening?
I sighed heavily.
"This is not the time or the place."
"Of course it is! It's not like we have anything better to do, is it?" Cyan returned, smiling that idiotic smile of his, and I swear at that moment he seriously reminded me of Gold. Feeling uneasy I looked away, staring aimlessly at the wall, ignoring the horrible booming sounds of thunder overhead.
"Don't you ever shut up?"
There was a pause before Cyan started talking again.
"Is that a trick question?"
In annoyance I moved away from the sink, barely able to see anything in the dark. I could vaguely make out Cyan's ominous silhouette just in front of me, and the outline of the door frame.
"Just leave me alone!" I cried out, trying to move past him, but he wouldn't let me. In anger I pushed against him, suddenly realising that shit, he was actually quite strong, stronger than in my vision. Cyan's hands held my arms firmly, not hurting me, just stopping me from moving.
"Walking around aimlessly in the dark is not going to help you, Silver."
"Oh, but you are?" I spat venomously, not daring to look at him. Once again I tried to walk past him but it was useless. It was like fighting with a brick wall, obviously it was going to fail each and every time.
"Well, I'm trying to, but you keep pushing me away."
Cyan's voice was soft, like he genuinely cared about me, but now was not the time for this. I needed to get away, from Cyan and this place. I didn't care if there was a storm outside, or if I got sick. It was worth the risk.
"Just...leave me alone." I mumbled tiredly, suddenly finding it harder to push against him.
It was like my energy was being drained somehow, and a wave of lethargy just washed over me. Cyan's hands remained firm on my arms, keeping my body stable.
"If I did you would probably collapse on the floor, are you feeling okay?"
Weakly I closed my eyes, feeling this God awful headache consume my brain cells. It hurt so bad that I couldn't help but lean against Cyan for support. My whole body felt weak, like nothing was functioning properly. I couldn't understand why. And then I started feeling hot, like burning hot. My legs were shaking under my weight, and Cyan's hands moved until he was literally holding me.
"Shit...Silver?" He sounded concerned, but his voice was fading from my mind.
Arceus...it hurt so bad. It was like I was dying from the inside, my head felt like it was going to explode and my heart was thundering dangerously in my chest. Just...what was happening to me?
Without thinking I gripped Cyan's shirt desperately, needing to touch something to know I wasn't going to fall on the ground.
"Cy...an..."
My voice sounded strange in my ears, and the pounding in my brain intensified. He held me close, refusing to let go as my legs literally collapsed underneath me like a card tower. Slowly I felt myself being lowered to the floor, Cyan holding me the entire time.
"Hey...I'm here okay? I'm not going anywhere~"
His voice was soothing, even though my head hurt so badly. I had no idea what was going on, or what was happening to me. One minute I was fine, the next this horrible wave of pain just hit me like a rock in the face. And it didn't seem to be fading, in fact it seemed to keep getting worse.
Weakly I clawed at his shirt, burying my nose against the soft fabric. I felt the warmth of his body radiating against me, and the soft rise and fall of his chest. It was soothing, and slowly it was making me relax. His hands gently rubbed my back, and we stayed like that for some time.
After a while had passed the horrible pain in my brain had subsided, and I didn't feel as weak as I had done, but I didn't really want to move. For some reason I kinda liked this. I didn't think Cyan had noticed, but he still held me as we sat on the bathroom floor, not saying a word. I sighed softly, inhaling the subtle scent of Cyan's natural body smell.
"You feeling okay?" Cyan asked, and it was the first time he had spoken in a while.
I nodded weakly, but I still didn't move. I figured if I just nodded then we wouldn't have to get up, and there was a part of me that doubted my legs would work, even though I did feel better.
"I think you had a funny turn, like you were going to pass out or something." Cyan mused aloud, and he was probably right. But I never usually fainted unless I was too hot, too hungry, or in a confined space.
Okay, the bathroom was small, but it wasn't claustrophobic. Who knows what could have brought it on?
"Yeah..."
"But, I'm glad you're feeling better anyway. Do you think you can stand?" He asked, and I shook my head weakly.
To tell the truth I was scared that if I stood up my legs might collapse again and Cyan wouldn't be there to catch me. Staying on the floor was the best option.
"It's okay, we can stay on the floor." I closed my eyes, still pressing my face to his chest and feeling the rise and fall every time he breathed. His fingers moved to gently comb through my hair and it was soothing. My whole body relaxed, and Cyan seemed to notice.
"You don't seem as tense any more."
"No, I'm...okay." I murmured.
Right now I felt warm, and strangely safe. Like that storm couldn't hurt me any more. It was weird, only a few minutes ago I was freaking out really bad, but now I was completely fine. The horrible booming sound of the thunder meant nothing to me.
"See? I said I could calm you down." Cyan returned, chuckling a little.
And he was right. I never imagined that anyone would have been able to do that, especially with me. But I was wrong. Slowly I moved my head away from his chest and our eyes met. Even though the light was poor I could still see him. That look in his eyes was different, and I swear I had seen it somewhere before, but I couldn't pinpoint where.
"Your eyes..." He muttered quietly.
"What about them?"
And as he continued to just stare at me I started to feel nervous. No-one had ever really looked at me like this before, but he was. And for some strange reason I was okay with it.
"They...don't look hurt any more."
Okay, what did he mean by that?
"Huh?"
"As in...you don't look sad any more, about whatever it was that made you sad earlier."
He had a point. I had completely forgotten all about that, until he just brought it back up, but still I didn't feel sad about it. Conflicted maybe, but not sad. Maybe because I had to deal with it.
"I guess...you're right."
Then he smiled at me, like he was happy about the fact he had managed to take my mind off it. A part of me still could not understand why he was being so nice to me. In my vision he wanted nothing more than to destroy me entirely, and to ruin my life. Now it was the opposite. It was unnerving.
"You know..." He trailed off, moving one of his hands to gently remove a strand of red hair away from my face, and tucked it behind my ear. "...whoever it was that broke your heart...is an idiot."
It caught me off guard, and for some strange reason I found myself blushing. Luckily because of the terrible lighting conditions he couldn't see it, thank goodness.
"I...no...just shut up!" I cried in defence.
"Seriously though, no girl is worth that much hassle. If you want my opinion you are better off without her."
Again with the girl...did he think that was why I was upset? But then again I didn't really want to let him know that I wasn't into girls, it might give the wrong impression.
Sighing softly I just nodded, deciding it was better to agree than argue.
"...yeah, you are probably right."
"You will find some-one who will treat you right, you just have to wait for the right moment to arrive. You never know, that person could be right in front of you the entire time~"
My eyes focused on his at that moment, and he was being serious. I could feel myself get nervous and decided that maybe I needed to change the subject somehow.
It was like he was trying to say that HE was the one for me, which was ridiculous. I mean come on! It's Cyan!
"Who knows..." I mumbled, moving away from him and deciding it might be a good idea to check if my legs were still fully functional.
He made no move to try and stop me, thankfully. He allowed me to stand on my feet again, and copied my actions. My legs were still a little shaky but I was more or less fine, which was a good thing. Cyan seemed pleased as well.
"At least you can stand now."
"It seems that way." I replied, not making eye contact with the dark haired boy.
For some reason the atmosphere had suddenly become tense, and I wasn't sure whether it was just me being paranoid, or because of what Cyan said. I moved over to the sink, holding it again for more support. If I was going to collapse at least I was holding something stable this time.
"Hmmm...I wonder when the lights are going to come back on?" He mused, glancing up at the ceiling.
To be honest I wondered the exact same thing. I was getting tired of not being able to see my hand in front of my face now. Light would be a saving grace.
"Probably when the storm has passed."
Well, that would be a while.
Great...
Sighing heavily I looked up at the ceiling in thought. So, I now had to spend even more time in here with Cyan, even though he wasn't being so annoying any more. That was one thing to be thankful for.
"So...what are your plans after all this is over?" He asked me. I shrugged half-heartedly.
"Not sure...don't care to be honest."
"Are you going to try to sort it out with that girl?"
His voice sounded hurt for some reason, which I couldn't understand.
Didn't he want me too, was that it? To be honest I didn't know the answer. I wanted to sort it out with Gold, I really did...but what if I got hurt all over again?
"I...don't know."
"Do you love her?"
Again the question came as a surprise, and something I was unsure of.
Deep inside I was certain I did love him...but, now I just felt hurt about it. Gold had really cut deep with his words, when he blamed me for the relationship not working. I had never said I was 'scared' of commitment, he just used that as an excuse.
I frowned in annoyance, at both myself and the question.
What was I supposed to say? The truth? What Cyan wanted to hear to spare his feelings?
"Again, I don't know..."
"You should probably talk about how you feel with her, at least try to come to an understanding. And...if you can't be in a relationship, maybe you can salvage a friendship from it?"
Why was he sounding so fucking positive?! I didn't WANT to be Gold's friend! Not after that vision where we were together, and so happy. I wanted that to become a reality, but it just seemed to keep slipping further and further away.
"You have no idea..." I grumbled, looking away.
Then as if by magic the light flickered back on, illuminating the bathroom once again. My eyes squinted as they started to get adjusted to the light. Well, at least it wasn't dark any more, that was something to be thankful for.
"Well, what do you know, the light is back on!" Cyan cheered.
"No shit, Sherlock."
He smiled, in the same manner as Gold, and it was driving me up the wall.
Why were they so similar? It would have been so much easier if they were poles apart, but no, instead they had to be carbon copies of each other.
"I guess that means the worst of the storm is over, so we can probably leave here soon."
As those words escaped Cyan's lips I swear he sounded a little disheartened about the whole thing. Probably because I would leave here and try to forget everything that had happened, including the part were we cuddled.
Yeah, that NEVER happened.
"Thank fuck for that." I groaned, and without thinking walked out of the bathroom.
A part of me assumed that the rest of the Pokemon Centre would be lit up too, so there was nothing to worry about. And my instincts were correct. However, I did not appreciate the passing glances that people gave to me when both myself and Cyan exited the bathroom.
"So, what are you going to do now?" He asked as we both walked out into the hall.
"Not sure yet...probably go back home."
It was now I noticed that most of the people who had been stranded here were all finally leaving so the Pokemon Centre seemed pretty empty. Not that I minded, it was better than receiving judging stares from them.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" He suggested, causing me to roll my eyes.
"I am not some fucking girl, you know? I am perfectly capable of walking home by myself."
Cyan shrugged, not really taking offence to what I just said, then again did he get offended by anything? I doubted that.
Glancing down at my Pokegear I realised that I had turned it off because of Gold trying to call me.
Maybe it would be beneficial if I turned it back on?
When I did and it loaded I noticed that I had twenty missed calls, all from Gold. Frowning I sighed.
"Is something wrong?" Cyan asked, looking around my shoulder, being nosey.
"It's...nothing," I lied, hiding my Pokegear from view. "I have to go..."
The dark haired boy blinked a few times, like he was confused, but soon enough nodded in response.
"Okay, don't let me keep you."
As I was about to walk off I paused. Those words he said, for some reason sent a cold shiver dancing down my spine.
What did he mean by 'don't let me keep you'? Was that like a code for something?
Instead of dwelling on his words I bid my farewells to the dark haired boy and hastily left the Pokemon Centre.
It seemed Gold was desperate to talk to me, so now the storm was over and I had enough time to think maybe I should do what Cyan said. Talking it over with Gold might be my best option, and who knows, there might be a chance that we could sort this whole mess out.
Maybe.
Author's Note: Ah~ Stalkershipping! Who doesn't love it? Don't worry, there will be more of that later on~! Read and review pretty please?
