To be honest, I was beginning to feel like a complete failure. Nothing had gone according to plan. Sure, I got into Elm's building fine. But as soon as I did, everything went downhill. I couldn't find the paper I needed. I got tackled by a psycho Pokemon. I was "rescued" by some idiot who probably thought the law rested on his shoulders. I hit my head-twice. And now, I was tied up on the floor of some stranger's house, feeling about as agitated as I could possibly get in a situation like this. Yes, I realize you missed a couple of things. Let me say one thing before I explain: tonight wasn't the brightest moment of my life.

What happened was this. Because I wasn't being cooperative, the boy did decide to drag me back to his house. I didn't make it easy for him, but he struggled through it anyways. When I saw his house, or mansion, as it should have been called, I couldn't help but be a little shocked. It was large, unnecessary, and out of place next to the rest of the houses in his area. I guess that explained this kid. Rich and spoiled. He ushered me inside and introduced me to his mom, who seemed surprised that her son had brought me all the way back from the lab. Well, maybe I should say she was more surprised that he'd brought home a 'criminal' of sorts. I didn't consider myself a criminal, but apparently breaking into a building gives you that label. But despite that, she agreed to have her Chansey look me over after a quick call to Professor Elm. They really didn't waste time in this place.

Gold led me into one of the smaller rooms in the house and had me sit down. The room was well decorated, at least, with a wide variety of things to do and places to sit. There were bookshelves, a television connected to multiple game consoles, and even a pool table. The wall was decorated with various pictures of Pokemon alongside of several huge mirrors. It was an odd kind of room to bring me to, but I guess it was better than locking me in the bathroom or something.

It wasn't long before his mom waltzed back into the room. I was notified by said mother that Elm was going to come over as soon as he could. In the meantime, I was supposed to make myself comfortable. I could be there for a while. That was where my problems started. His mom decided to leave the room in order to make me something to eat, which I didn't understand. I guess she was hospitable no matter who was in her company. This was unfortunate for me, though, because it left me under the supervision of Gold, who thought he had to watch me like a hawk. I'd planned on ditching the house as soon as their backs were turned, but that turned out to be a lot more difficult than I'd expected. Not only was Gold refusing to get distracted, but he had a multitude of his own Pokemon in on the observation.

There was something about all of the Pokemon in the house that I found weird. I'd never seen anyone walking around with that many of them: especially not someone who was still at home. Where did he get them all, anyways? They were scattered around the house. Some were out of sight, and some were examining me curiously alongside their master. All in all, I counted about twelve, including the Togepi he'd been looking for earlier, which was still missing. There was an Aipom, a Sandshrew, a Weedle, the Chansey that had been mentioned, and a bunch more that I really didn't want to keep track of. There was no way that getting out of that house would be easy. If I wanted to, I'd have to bolt through all of them. Which is what I tried.

I couldn't come up with a brilliant escape plan. Instead, I picked up one of the pillows off of the sofa I'd been seated on and tossed it roughly in Gold's direction. This was enough to take him off his guard. As he moved to dodge it, I jumped up from my seat and ran towards the door, pursued by shouts of protest. Something along the lines of "Hey! That's cheating!" Idiot. Thanks for letting me know.

I think I would have made a clean exit had I not tripped. I didn't see it when I was running, but his Weedle had wiggled its way onto my path. I snagged my foot on its long body, terrifying the wits out of the thing. I guess it hadn't seen me coming, either. In a fit of panic, it spit out its silk string, wrapping my arms and legs in a thick wad of Weedle spit. Which was a lot more unpleasant than I could have imagined. Caught completely off guard, I fell to the ground, landing face first onto the carpet. Somehow, I felt like some unseen force was enjoying the hell out of pushing me down. That was a comforting thought.

I tried to kick my way out of the string that bound my feet, but it didn't work. I was stuck. And that's how I ended up on the floor of a stranger's house, tied up in a bunch of silk, feeling like a failure. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. Fucking Weedle. Fucking carpet. Fucking Gold. I could guiltlessly blame all of them for my situation. After all, it was their fault. Without them getting in my way, I would have done fine. I would have gotten what I wanted, and then left. I guess that didn't happen this time.

Someone gave my shoulder a soft shake. "Hey, you alright?" Gold's voice sounded loudly. I scowled at the floor, not really knowing what else to do. He let out a short laugh and shook his head. "That's what you get for being a cheater." He picked up his Weedle gently, cradling it in his arms. "Look who stopped you! Weedle had no problem bringing you down. We make a great team, don't we Weedle?"

His Weedle gave him a confused nod and glanced down at me. The thing probably didn't even know what had happened.

If there was one thing I knew, it was that I didn't want to be stuck lying facedown on the ground. I forced myself to flip over, rolling onto my back and pushing myself up so that I was sitting. I fumed when I saw that the other boy was laughing. So what if I looked ridiculous. He shouldn't have been enjoying it. The least he could do is pretend I looked a little threatening. I glared at him harshly, willing him with my mind to shut up. Obviously he didn't get the hint.

"You know," He said, still cackling lightly, "Elm's gonna look at me like a hero for stopping you. He might even reward me for it!"

I rolled my eyes. Like stopping an injured person was an achievement. Moron...

"Maybe he'll finally agree to give me that Pokedex I've been asking him for." He continued. I eyed him frustratedly as I struggled again with my bonds, trying to slide my arms out from under the silk. As I watched, he wandered over to the other side of the room, picking up a small book from off of one of the tables and flipping it open to a small picture of a Pichu. "I always wanted one of those." He sighed wistfully. "But he said 'No, Gold, you'll break it.' Or 'I don't think you understand the responsibility that comes with one of these.' Well sheesh. He isn't giving me enough credit, I think."

Well, I could feel it. This kid was officially off on a tangent. I gave up on trying to get myself untied and instead decided to just sit there. Maybe if I humored this guy, he'd just let me go. Wishful thinking, but I really didn't have anything else to do. I resigned myself to sitting quietly and scowling to myself. If nothing else, that made me feel a little bit calmer.

Gold waltzed over to one of the large mirrors on the wall, glancing at himself as he passed. "Can you imagine, though? If I had a Pokedex, I'd be even more famous than I am now!" He turned to give me a less-than-subtle wink. "And it'll all be thanks to you."

I let out a small cough of disbelief.

He turned back to the mirror, striking what I assumed to be his 'tough trainer' pose. He sort of flexed his arms, grinning at himself as he waved around the little book that he was so obviously pretending was a Pokedex. "Just think of all the girls! I'd be batting them off with a broom! Not that I really ever have a broom with me..."

Never in my life have I wanted to hit my head against a wall as badly as I did then. This kid was such a moron. I shook my head at him, almost fascinated by how ridiculous he was being. As I did, though, I spotted something out of the corner of my eye.

It was back. His damn Togepi was back. It crept quietly through the doorway, peering around it to check the occupants of the room. First, it spotted me. I glared at it furiously, daring it to try anything. It just gave me a stubborn pout of indifference and turned away, searching for something else. Obviously it wasn't there to finish me off.

Suddenly, it's eyes landed on the ego-indulging Gold. A thick, resentful frown crossed its face. For what seemed like a long while, it sat there, mulling something over in its tiny head as Gold remained oblivious to its presense. It watched silently as he continued his excited posing in the mirror. It seemed almost as annoyed as I was by the whole scene. Finally, a wicked grin crossed its face. It glanced between me and Gold, as if double checking something. This had me a little concerned.

"Hey, what are you-" I tried to ask it. But before I could finish the question, I saw what it had been planning. It turned quickly back to the mirrored Gold, waving its hands in a brisk, circular motion. I blinked as a multitude of shiny yellow hearts burst from its body, bombarding the mirror and bouncing back to hit Gold in the face.

"Ouch, what the heck was that?" He grumbled, reaching up to rub his eyes forcefully on his sleeve.

I glanced up at him, then turned my head to stare at the Togepi. Even I couldn't answer that question. I wasn't quite sure what it had just done, but I had a feeling it wasn't good.

It quickly skipped towards me from behind the doorway, being as quiet as it possibly could. My bad feeling suddenly went from bad to worse as I saw the horrible grin on its face. I tried to scoot away, but couldn't get very far. Within no time, it reached me, hiding itself behind my back. And without warning, it gave me a sharp kick. It wasn't enough to hurt, since its foot was about the size of a melted crayon, but it was enough to piss me off.

"Why you..." I growled, craning my neck around to try and spot the damn thing. "When I get out of this..."

"Hey," My snarling was interrupted by Gold, who'd apparently honed in on the slight commotion. "What are you doing? Why did you-" He turned around sharply, and that's when his eyes met mine. Without warning, his expression melted from accusing to something that I couldn't really describe. His eyes grew wide as he stared at me relentlessly, making me feel awkward as hell.

"What?" I snapped, returing his stare with a questioning glance.

He took a tentative step towards me, pausing as if he were taking his first step into a freezing swimming pool. "It's just..." He spoke softly, testing his own words on the tip of his tongue. "You're really pretty."

I choked. "Excuse me?"

"I never really noticed until now. But... Your hair, and your eyes... your eyes are silver. That's really pretty."

I let my mouth drop open slightly. I wasn't sure whether to be offended, pissed off, or just confused. I've been called a lot of things in my life, but pretty was definitely not one of them. "What the hell are you talking about? Knock it off, you-" And then it clicked. This was what that Togepi had done. I wasn't sure how, but it had. I whirled around, trying to find the damn thing, but it was gone. Oh shit... I thought to myself. This couldn't be good.

I glanced back up at Gold, eying him cautiously. He'd made quite a bit of progress on his venture in my direction. I scooted myself back as best I could, shooting him a furious stare. "Stay back, you little freak." I growled, baring my teeth sharply. I would not be happy if he dared to lay a finger on me. I didn't care whether he was out of his mind at the moment or not. He'd still be a dead man.

Gold paused, giving me a bewildered look. He seemed about as confused as I was with the whole situation. He stepped backwards slightly, pursing his lips as he went. "Why... Do I really like you right now?" He frowned softly.

"Because you're crazy." I kicked at the silk string around my legs, trying to break it, fray it, do anything to it. From down the hall, I heard a closing door and the exchange of muffled voices. Elm must have shown up. Thank goodness I wasn't going to be stuck alone in this room with Gold for much longer. The longer he was with me, the more likely things were going to get seriously distressing.

Gold stood where he was for a moment longer, mulling things over in his head. "Whether I'm crazy or not," He said to me softly, "feelings are feelings. I feel like I'm head over heels for you right now. So I guess that's what I am."

"No." I hissed, beginning to panic a bit. This was beyond weird. I did not want to put up with it. "It just means your crazy."

His face melted into a grin, a slight tinge of a blush forming on his cheeks. "Crazy for you."

I gagged. "Oh God, really? Really? Please. If you're going to do that, just kill me now." Rolling my eyes, I scooted myself back to lean against the sofa, nearly running into one of his freaky Pokemon on the way. An Exeggcute, I think. It bounced out of my way, grumbling as it went.

"What's wrong with that, huh?" He spoke gently, walking over to seat himself next to me. Ignoring my look of frustration, he continued. "At least I'm funny."

"Yeah, and modest."

"Yeah, modest." He leaned closer, resting his shoulder against mine as he reached up to place his hand on my leg. I glared at him harshly, sliding as far away from him as I could get without falling over, but he thoughtlessly followed after me.

"What the hell are you doing?" I eyed him carefully, feeling more and more uncomfortable by the second.

"Nothing." He shrugged, turning himself to wrap his arms around my waist. "I'm just sitting."

"No you aren't. You're touching me. Get off." I shouldered him roughly, trying to knock him away, but he hung on tight. Squeezing me sofly, he leaned forward so that his face was just inches away from mine.

"I'm just checking something. Give me a second." And with that, he quickly became the number one person on my 'will hate for life' list. He closed the distance between our lips swiftly, pressing his against mine in a gentle kiss. My eyes widened in shock as I pressed my lips shut and shoved myself backwards, trying to pull away from him. He didn't stop. Instead, he trailed his hand up my back and rested it on the base of my neck, tracing small circles on my skin as he kissed the corner of mouth.

I tore my lips away from him, gritting my teeth furiously. "What the fuck was that?" I snarled. I felt an angry heat rise into my face as he rested his hand on my shoulder.

As he pulled away, he glanced over me, looking for God knows what kind of reaction. The look on his own face was smug, almost completely satisfied. "I just wanted to see what you tasted like." He gave me a twisted smile, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "You taste kind of like cinnamon."

This faggot had violated me to see what I tasted like. If I hadn't been bound, chances are I would have seriously wounded him. I turned my head away, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from losing my head. I felt an unexplainable fury rise up into my chest. I was about to turn back and give him a piece of my mind, but I saw that something had distracted him.

I heard an awkward cough coming from the doorway. Gold's head was turned towards the noise, although I couldn't make out the new expression on his face. There were two people standing there. How long they'd been watching, I had no idea. Nevertheless, I felt a wave of embarassment wash over me. If they'd seen all of that, what would I have to say for myself? I didn't ask for it. I didn't tell him to do anything. He just did. I breathed a silent hope that they didn't jump to conclusions.

One of the arrivals was Gold's mother. The other was a man I only recognized from what few photos I'd seen. He was a scattered-looking, almost nerdy type of guy. His chestnut hair was dishevelled as if he'd been through some terrible trauma. Who knows, maybe that was me. As he stood, he shifted his eyes between Gold and I uncomfortably, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his finger.

Gold gave him an embarassed grin. "Oh, hey Professor Elm. How're you tonight?"

AN: Hey guys! ^^ Sorry that took me so long to get posted. End of school distractions and such. Main thing I want to say is thank you to all of those who left a review! You all have no idea how much I enjoy those (hint hint nudge nudge). ;3

This chapter was a lot of fun to write. Yes, I realize that the Togepi does seem pretty psycho at this point. But all of that will be explained around the next chapter or so. I hope you guys enjoyed! I'll make sure to move a bit faster on my next update for you. I'd say stay tuned, but there's no dial to tune with. Eh. Oh well. It works for now.