A/N:

I SERIOUSLY LOVE YOU GUYS. YOU ARE SO HILARIOUS AND AMAZING. And yes I say that in response to you reviews to my last chapter XD

So, um...Part Two is a little behind. I have been swamped! For real this time! So to my friends, I'll be back in a couple days, and I promise to post the next chapter next week. But in the meantime, here are little tiny unworthy "deleted scenes" from Part One to keep the suspense going.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or anything else. This is fan-made fiction :)

Deleted Scenes!

A few years before Crystal's story starts...

Silver and Lyra's meeting...

The girl almost ran Silver over, frantic and careless as she was. The poor bloke had been on his return from work to his humble home, rain plopping onto his charcoal-coloured hat, when out of the blue there came a pigtailed brunette with a pink parasol and lots of questions.

"Ah!" she'd shrieked when she first bumped into him. "Pardon!"

Silver was about to shrug her off and keep going, as if nothing had happened, but she stopped him.

And that was what had turned a fugacious chance encounter to a real meeting.

"Sir, do you happen to know where Lucem Street is?" she asked, wide eyes blinking up at him so innocently.

Silver didn't want to be bothered, but answered monotonously anyways, "Go to Jade Avenue, walk halfway down the street, turn left and it should be somewhere around that little market area." She stared at him blankly. "You know, the main plaza." Blink. "With the fountains." Blink. "I'm going to have to show you, aren't I?"

She sent him a meek, apologetic look, and replied, "No, no, I'll ask around some more." But something in the way that she watched him through a chocolate brown gaze gave him the feeling that she would rather him do it.

Because apparently, giving a tourist directions now instantly makes me a good person, he thought grimly. This ingénue seriously needs to learn the hazards of strangers…

Still, though she followed him she kept her distance. Her small parasol kept the drip from her head, and yet she ducked behind it, as though she was lacking confidence. She wore a black traveling coat, though her skirts were a brown gossamer that couldn't hold a candle to her eyes. She was simple, and yet mismatched, though he figured she was that way on purpose. And the way she held herself; on guard, furtive…well, perhaps she was not so naïve. Just a ditz.

Silver's ephemeral observations halted as they turned onto the correct street. The fetching girl gamboled on, though, now scoping out the various buildings until she spotted the bakery.

"Ah!" she chirped in a halcyon tone. "I'll be meeting someone here. Sorry for troubling you, sir." She tipped her head politely, continuing with that "sir" thing though she couldn't have been much younger than him.

Silver wanted to ask if he should stay with her until whoever was meeting with her arrived, but she had already vanished through the doors and he could not find the words.

It was a long schlep home—his house was on the other side of the city—and the sky was already a darkening grey. Through gaps in the rain clouds he watched the heavens blush pink, then fade to purple. It was only then that Silver's stomach growled and he remembered that he was mostly out of food.

And of course, the main market was where the bakery was. So once he'd trooped back, he resolved to glance in, expecting pink parasol girl to be talking animatedly with someone, or to be not there at all, gone already.

And yet, there she was, in the glowing golden light of the bakery that filtered out into the dark street. Her face burned red in splotches, and he knew that if he didn't want to get tangled up in her, he should just turn away.

He was about to indeed, when the voice of his sister shoved its way to the front of his mind:

"If you show a lost one kindness, they will in turn give you the greatest reward there is—"

The two of them—Silver and Blue—they had both been lost at some point or another. They had both been helped, by each other or by others. So Silver pushed open the door to the bakery, stepped right in front of the girl, and let out a sigh. She stared up at him, perplexed.

"It's late, now, miss. Perhaps you'll need to find your way home?"

"—a smile."

The girl's lips twitched, as if she wanted to smile, but they trembled and grew weak until it was a frown. She rose. "How…?"

He nodded to the window, which had a clear view of the street and which would have a clear view of her on the edge of tears.

"Oh." She wrung her gloved hands. "But, sir, my home is LavenderTown."

Silver shrugged. He really had nothing to do that night—the rain was restricting and his friends were busy anyways—and he'd be damned if he didn't get that girl to smile.

Silver was able to hail a carriage for the trip over and sat in the seat with the girl, feeling much like a bodyguard. It was there that she finally erupted in quiet snivels. Tremors shook her small frame, and still, she turned away from Silver, as if her crying were bad manners.

Once she could make her voice stop shaking, she squeaked out, "I apologize, sir, for—"

"Silver," he interrupted.

Startled, she forgot about crying for a moment. "Pardon?"

"You kept calling me 'sir'. My name is Silver."

"Oh. Oh!" She turned to him, forgetting that her face was red and streaked with rain and tears. Somehow, that just made her look more real, more becoming than any amount of accents could. "My name is Lyra."

Lyra. "Isn't that a constellation?" he asked.

She nodded. "The harp."

Any conversation dissolved in the wet wind that howled outside. The world just seemed to grow darker as they slipped deeper into night's grasp. Lyra gazed out the window, trying to hide her abundance of glinting tears, it seemed.

Silver groaned. She just wouldn't spit it out, would she? "What's wrong." It was such a dull statement that it could not have possibly counted as an inquiry.

Lyra glanced at him, perhaps shocked, but then found that her feet were more interesting than his questioning expression. "My sisters…we were separated when we were younger. My older sister, Jasmine, and I, got into an argument, because I wanted to come to live in Kanto, but she thought it was best to remain in Hoenn. Foolishly, I left without her knowledge, but I had not known at the time that our younger sister, White, had tried to follow me. Accidentally, she had gotten on the wrong boat and ended up in Unova. But she is a resourceful girl, and after we thought for months she was gone for good, she wrote us both that she was alright, and that she had found our aunt in Unova. I recently came back into contact with Jasmine. I asked both my sisters to come visit me in Kanto, in ViridianCity, and they agreed on this date and time. Rather short notice, though, something came up for White and she could not make it. But I thought…I really thought Jasmine would come." She sniffled and dabbed at her eyes. "My apologies for pouring that out to you, sir—I mean Silver."

Silver stared up at the ceiling of the carriage's interior. "I have a sister as well. And if I had a pound for all the times she's gotten angry with me for something foolish I've done, why, I don't think I'd be soaking wet in a carriage with a complete stranger." He thought he'd heard Lyra giggle, but maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him. "No, I'd probably buy a castle with that. Sisters can be overbearing and stubborn, but they just want to look out for us." Blue had done more than that for him. She'd practically raised him.

Lyra still watched her toes despondently. Silver turned back forward, promptly rolled his eyes at the utter cheesiness of what he was about to do, and then placed his hand over hers, where it rested on the seat. The fabric of her glove was between them, but he could feel her hand; small and soft and warm.

Lyra glanced over at him with wide chocolate eyes, and then—there it was. A grin split her face, crooked and childish and silly, and yet it still made his heart go ka-dump.

After the carriage ride, Silver told the driver to wait, and walked Lyra to her house. He only let go of her hand just before reaching the door.

She turned back to him once she was safely inside, lingering in the doorway. "Thank you, Silver. For everything. And who knows? Maybe the rain will blow me into the city in the future. Maybe I'll get lost again."

(And she did, though Silver quite suspected it was on purpose.)

"And maybe I'll find you."

(And he did.)

Lyra beamed brightly at him, then bid him a farewell that he knew would not be their last, but rather, their first.

They were married a year later.

Later, during this story...

One day, weeks before the wedding, in Kanto...

"Have you been into town often?"

"I used to go a lot. Before my mum got ill, she would bring me here all the time. The smallest of things that we found amused us. The little trinkets we smuggled back into the castle provided much enjoyment…I have a whole chest of things I'd gotten."

Crystal smiled. She had no words to respond. Conversation did not come easily between her and Red, despite that they were on good terms with one another. There just was not much for the two of them to discuss. Being with him felt more like playacting than living.

The familiar, quaint house came into view. "Here it is," Crystal exclaimed, her smile broadening.

The door swung open for them, and the two nobles were greeted instantly by the typical heap of people. One very short blonde boy with long eyebrows stood stiffly before Red, who shook his hand good-naturedly. "Emerald," Red greeted, "it's good to see you."

The boy nodded tightly. "And you, Mister Red." He watched Crystal with a sort of awe out of the corner of his eye.

Yellow squeezed her way through the little crowd. "Ah, please pardon my younger brother, Emerald."

Yellow's other brother stepped forwards. "He's older than he looks, but he is as disrespectful as a child at times…he just was very inspired by your performance, Crystal. Actually, he went straight up to his room afterwards and tinkered away 'til he made a music box."

Emerald brashly snapped at the other boy, "Pearl!" he growled. "Will ya quit it?!" He grabbed the arm of his seemingly younger—though noticeably taller—brother and skirted out from the kitchen, grumbling all the way.

Tanzanite stared after him. "Perhaps he should not have added that."

Crystal smiled and shook her head. "Red, this is Tanzanite, my friend from Johto."

Red shook her hand as well, and then caught sight of Gold. The two young men were the tallest of the room, both having raven hair, and regarded one another rather warily. "Who might you be?" Red questioned politely. "Are you a friend of Yellow?"

"I'm Yellow's husband!" Gold exclaimed brightly at the same time that Yellow deadpanned, "I don't know who this is."

Red seemed rather appalled, until Yellow explained once again her relation to Gold.

Gold sized Red up. "So you're the all-famed prince, eh? Yellow's said a lot about you."

The small maiden blushed to the roots of her golden hair. "Nii-san…"

Gold crossed his arms, satisfied, and beamed. "Well, let's be off to see the town! I've got a bone to pick with that nasty baker…"

And so, Gold argued with a poor, flustered baker over the dynamics of sweet rolls while the others chatted away, nibbling on pastries.

As the prince, the princess, and the maid later departed from town, Gold caught Red's arm. None of the others noticed.

"Hey," Gold started seriously. "You take care of my girl."

Red nodded, assuming he meant Crystal. But Gold shook his head and gestured to Yellow.

Before the wide-eyed prince could react, Crystal waved to her friends and dragged him away.

Meanwhile at the palace that same day...

"Let the wind flow through you, guide you as you soar through the air…"

"You're really not helping."

The sun was out that fine autumn day; however it did nothing to chase away the chill, which cut through Green's coat especially as he coasted along on a horse. The animal he rode was particularly calm, though that factor did not contribute to alleviating his stress. He was supposed to be a gallant and brave king someday, who would lead battles and defend his country from war, but he couldn't even ride a horse.

"It's evaluation time!" His eccentric instructor thrust a hand into the air. "It seems we need to work on your form…"

Cilan was a fairly blunt person, and a fairly good teacher, but Green just could not seem to ride the horse correctly. He would lose his balance or go too fast or too slow. It overall was not a good experience, considering Green was not exactly "warm and fuzzy" and therefore wasn't the biggest fan of animals.

At some point, Blue had come out to the pastures to deliver lunch for Green and Cilan, though she had stayed to watch Green's blunders with much amusement.

When he slipped off his horse for the sixth time, she busted out with jolly laughter. Her giggles tinkled in the air like golden bells.

"What do you think is so funny?" Green growled.

Blue regained enough breath to respond. "I'm just wondering how the citizens of Johto would react knowing that their future king can't even ride a horse correctly."

"I'd like to see you try," he challenged.

The troublesome girl raised her eyebrows. "Alright then." She hopped the fence and boarded Green's horse, sitting the way a man would.

"That's rather improper of you."

"Side-saddle is hard," Blue pouted. Then with a hearty, "Ya!" She started off on the horse and rode all around the pasture, her chocolate locks floating behind her. She circled back towards Green and held out a hand to him. "Come on," she beckoned. "You've been having issues with steering and balance. I could help out."

Green sent a backwards glance towards Cilan, who had gone over to the stables and was brushing up the manes of a few smaller horses. Then he turned to his sister's best friend and sighed deeply. "I will most certainly regret this."

Blue sat behind him, reaching around to handle the reigns. With her on board, Green felt less like he was going to topple over at any moment. She steered with precision, and the Johto prince realized just how freeing it felt to ride, to escape anything and take off. This must be how Crystal gets when she takes off into common towns, he thought to himself for a moment.

"Okay, now you try!" Blue called out over the wind.

"What?" Green asked. She knew very well that he could not steer the horse!

"You'll be fine!" she assured him, easing the reigns into his hands.

At first, he thought he was going to lose all control of it, but he managed to keep the horse going steady, curving awkwardly around the pastures. Uncharacteristically, he dared to speed up, and the horse eagerly raced on. Blue whooped and threw her hands into the open wind, despite that Green shouted for her to hold on.

The horse bucked and accelerated again, and Blue yelped. She clung tightly to Green, burying her face in his back. Green was perfectly steady, but he felt more like he was falling than ever.