A/N: I should focus more on some of the Pokemon, so this one is traininggg!

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Gold couldn't help but frown when he saw his Explotaro fall to Green's Scizor. He had the type advantage damn it! Damn it damn it damn it. But a part of him, something that had grown over the years, had to think: was this what Green felt every time he lost to Red? As he moved to the sideline with Explotaro, who was limping, he patted his old friend and huffed as he snuggled in the warm fur. Green was up against Red, who held a cheery smile. How odd, fighting your boyfriend.

It was explosive. Green let out his Charizard while Red sent out his Pikachu. To anyone, it would look like a no-brainer, but Gold knew better. He knew, when he saw Pika disappear, that the dexterity and strength of that mouse pokemon was beyond any normal expectations. Pika was so naturally fast, making Charizard confused as he tried to grasp his little yellow foe. Green had Charizard use rock smash to break up the ground and Pika lost footing, now becoming visible as he slowed down. Even Gold felt his Pichu buddy shake in it's ball, watching in awe. Red's smile didn't falter.

"Thunderbolt."

Because the mouse pokemong had to slow down, an offensive attack would surely distract Charizard long enough, right? Right, or so it seemed. Charizard took the attack full, his wings stretching out and the dragon roaring in pain as the volts jolted through his body. Green tried to urge Charizard to use flamethrower, but the mouse was quicker and took the advantage.

"Volt tackle."

Hit from the stomach with impressive strength, Charizard fell over in a loud fwump! It was a fast battle, but it taught so much. If you can't use speed, distract. If you can't catch the foe, take his element away. Gold was thoroughly wiser after this battle. He expected Green to feel like he had felt just moments ago, but he was surprised. Instead of looking angry, or even sad, Green just walked up to Red and wrapped his arms around the black-haired trainer.

Little soft murmurs that Gold couldn't catch, nuzzles and hugs, it was cute. So even after a loss, Green was such a sport...?

He felt a pair of arms wrap around his neck and a breathy hello from Silver. That's right, he had beaten Silver, who had huffed and walked away with his Sneasel. Looking up at the redhead, he wrapped his own arms around him and snuggled deeply into him. Win or lose, battle or not, Gold's greatest triumph was having Silver all to his own.

A/N: D'aw. I like this. Review, 'kay 'kay?