I'm giving some of the story away. There's another argument scene. (As to be expected from me..)

"Silver!" Blue whined from the living room the next morning. "That coffee smells disgusting."

"So do you."

"Hey!" he rose up from the couch to go into the kitchen. "That wasn't very nice."

"Listen, Blue," Silver turned around sharply. "If you don't like it, then you don't have to drink it."

"Well then make me something elseee!" He whined again, resting his head on Silver's shoulder.

Gold, who was standing right beside Silver making eggs, tried his best to ignore the two. Blue was like a needy little kid, and Silver was like the mature adult. Had Blue always acted that way? And since when had Silver grown so patient with Blue? Now Gold couldn't ignore it any longer, watching as Silver poured Blue a glass of orange juice. He did a big "Yay!" and gave Silver a hug before running off to go sit beside Marina to finish their board game.

"Isn't Blue older than you?"

"Yeah, by a couple of years. He sure doesn't act like it, though."

"Hmm.." Gold tried to get his mind off it, deciding to ask for something he didn't really need. "Could you reach up there on the shelf for me please and grab the salt?" he asked, loving when Silver helped him out with those types of things. He didn't know why, but Gold was always sort of attracted to taller people. Silver really didn't have to "reach" up to grab anything. It was always just right there in front of him.

Gold looked up and noticed some cuts on Silver's arm, and his hand flew to his mouth.

Silver raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Gold couldn't speak, pointing to his scars. Silver looked at where he was pointing, and frowned.

"I'm suicidal. In case you missed it."

"Silver! This is no time to act all sarcastic!"

"I'm being serious," he took a sip of his coffee and frowned again as the cup made a tiny ding! sound when it hit his piercings. "Didn't you see those last night, anyway?"

"Noo.."

"Heh. Probably too busy freaking out and crying over me," he chuckled a bit.

Gold slapped him on the arm, but Silver didn't seem phased by it.

"You're cute when you try to fight back."

"This isn't funny, Silver! This is serious!"

"Well this is how I deal with my stress, through humor. I have such a bleak mind. So don't ruin it for me if I actually want to laugh every now and then," he moved some hair out of his face, which was now a subtle auburny shade with hints of both brown and orange.

Gold's head lowered. "I'm sorry. I've been away from you for over a year now, so I guess there's some things I still don't know about you."

"Uh huh. Hey, by the way, I was serious about that blow job I asked you for the other day."

Gold's body stiffened. "Silver, y-you're sick.."

"No.." he hopped on the counter to sit on it. "Just really horny."

"Then why don't you give me one, then?"

"Because I have a superiority complex and I am NOT about to get on my knees."

"Oh, but it's okay for me to get on mine?"

"Yup. Because I own you."

Gold blushed. "S-stop playing. Seriously, you're saying that with too calm a voice."

"Like I said, I'm being serious." He leaned back, banging the back of his head against a cabinet on purpose. "Sometimes I wish I liked girls. They're much easier. No playing hard to get, no messing around by arguing or beating around the bush. They'd just let me have their way with them and do whatever I say."

Gold scrapped some eggs in a plate. "You're leaving me for a girl?"

"Absolutely not. Girls are disgusting."

"Then what are you saying?"

"I'm saying I'm horny!" Silver jumped off the counter and slammed his coffee down. "That's what I've been saying for the past five minutes! What part of that do you not get?"

Gold drew in a deep breath. "Don't raise your voice at me, Silver."

"Gold, shut the fuck up! I'll raise my voice at you anytime I damn want to!"

"Silver.." Gold warned patiently, not looking him in the eye.

"'Silver' nothing! I swear to God, Gold, you're about to piss me off."

Gold had had just about enough, turning to look at him now. "I didn't even do anything to you, asshole! Don't get mad at me just because your dick is hard!"

"Watch your mouth!"

"No, why don't you watch yours! Do you really think that you can control me? This is the kind of stuff that got us broken up in the first place! I thought you'd change, but you never did!"

Silver got closer to him, intimidatingly. "Why the hell are you fighting back with me?"

"Not so cute now, huh?" Gold stood his ground, not giving in.

Silver took a step backwards and turned around, walking away into his bedroom. Gold let out a sigh of relief. Pretending to be brave was tougher than he thought.

A couple hours later, Silver came out of his room, almost bumping into Marina.

"Ah, sorry!" she bowed and started to walk off, and then walked back, one of her eyebrows raised in confusion. "Your hair wasn't that color this morning," she noticed, realizing that his previous cinnamon hair was now purple black, with his bangs bright red and the rest of his hair a very dark shade of purple.

"I dyed it to reflect my mood."

"It looks disgusting."

"So do you."

"Anyway," she changed the subject, "you got a letter in the mail today." She smiled, handing him a white envelope.

He looked at her suspiciously and frowned, taking it from her. "Um.. I don't have any friends, so who would send me something?" he tore it open, taking out a piece of paper.

Marina shrugged, looking over his shoulder. "What's it say?"

"None of your business," he raised the letter higher so that she wouldn't be able to read it.

"Damn it, Silver! Why'd you have to be six four? You stupid, giant freak!"

Silver ignored her, really focused on the letter.

"Eh? Aren't you gonna say something mean to me back? It's practically our tradition.." she grew worried.

"It's says my dad found out where I live. He's gonna send Team Rocket tomorrow to come and get me and he's gonna force me into working for them again."

Marina took a step towards him, hugging him from behind. "The scars of your past are about to open up. That's scary to think about. What's gonna happen to us? What are you going to do?"

Sighing, Silver removed Marina's arms from around his waist and turned to look down at her. "I belong to my father; all I can do is obey his orders."