I honestly can't even begin to tell you guys how much all this feedback means to me. Despite this story being buried so deeply and having gone so long without an update, I still receive (in my opinion undeserved), positive reviews and PMs about it. For the long wait, I apologize to you. This is a story that I have many...mixed feelings about, and the writing and revising of chapters has been on and off during this past year. Sometimes I wondered whether or not it would be better to just discontinue the damn thing, but reading all this feedback gives me the encouragement I really need to suck it up and update. Lol

So, bottom line, the story isn't dead, and I promise it will eventually be finished, but progress is slow right now. I will also be posting my own critique of it once I am finally done. Ya know, for closure and shit. Well, I've kept you waiting long enough...enjoy the chapter!

Of all the offenses Silver had committed over the course of his young life, this had to be the one time he was caught and sent to holding.

He yawned unapologetically as the jail cells bustled with activity, offenders from all sides of the spectrum going in and out, some more violently than others. The living conditions were abysmal, and his company was none too pleased to be sharing their cell with him. Having spent the night in such a place was dreary to say the least. It wasn't all bad of course, for his blonde-haired aggressor was situated in the cell opposite him, clutching his blackened eye with a grimace, and it made Silver smirk with glee. He enjoyed getting the better of his opponents. The rest of his attackers fled at the sound of the sirens, but to Silver the warnings seemed to go unnoticed. He contemplated his recklessness as he gazed at the battered man opposite to him once again.

The whole thing had been an act of self defense, but it certainly hadn't appeared that way when officers had to practically pry Silver's hands from around his assailant's throat. Shaken and manhandled, Silver wondered whether running would have been a more desirable option. The whole ordeal had been stressful and he felt guilty at the thought of Kotone still waiting for him. Silver ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. He would get back to her as soon as he could, try to explain what happened. He had to. She meant the world to him, whether he felt comfortable admitting it or not. Kotone was the one person he could see when he had no one to go home to. Go home to...

That was when it hit him.

Shit.

Silver was jolted out of his thoughts when the jingle of an officer's keys signaled the end of his stay in holding. "Alright Mason", drawled the officer, who was clearly tired and bored, "out you go."

Silver took a tentative step out of the cell, his eyes darting from one corner of the hall to the other. It was too early for them to be letting him go. "I thought there was a twenty four hour holding policy."

"Still is." The man took out a cigarette and proceeded to ease his craving. "Daddy's here to get'cha."

The teen froze, paralyzed with dread. His relationship with his father was... well, less than stellar. When he wasn't away on lengthy business trips, he spent a great deal of his time being wherever Silver wasn't. Crossing paths with him often lead to aggression, and Silver tried his best to, if not be on his good side, at least stay out of his way.

Having to bail your son out of jail is one thing, but Silver knew for a fact that his father wasn't supposed to return home for another two weeks. Odds are that daddy-o wasn't going to be very happy.

As he was led into the waiting room, he noticed an all too familiar figure closing in on him from his left. He pretended not to notice it.

A short exchange of cash and one signature later, Silver found himself following him to the chauffeured car. Nothing had happened yet, but that was merely a testament to Giovanni's sense of dignity. He would never chastise his son in public the way he wanted to. It would be an embarrassment, a disgrace. Much like the way he felt about his son.

Silver slid into the backseat, his father following suit. "Drive". The dark voice commanded, and within seconds the car had hit a steady twenty five.

Tempted as he was to break the heavy silence, Silver buttoned his lip. The best thing he could do was sit tight and take his lecture like a man. He didn't have to wait very long.

"Two weeks of meetings," Giovanni began, his tone already beginning to seethe. "Five associates, countless hours of reports, and half a million dollars worth of exports were lost today." The father tapped his yellowed fingers on the window beside him, trying to keep his composure. "All because you flew off your prissy little handle and was even stupid enough to get caught." Giovanni paused, clenching his fingers into a fist. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you are in?"

Silver said nothing. His father lifted his fist and sent it crashing into the glass, leaving a lengthy crack and nearly shattering the window all together. "Answer me damn you!"He snarled, glaring daggers at his son. "Seventeen years of my efforts means nothing to you does it? You ungrateful welp. If you didn't share my blood I would have disposed of you long ago."

Silver felt sick. Not from guilt, (for living under a man like Giovanni was hardly something to celebrate), but from the fear and anger that was buliding up deep in the pit of his stomach.

"What else have you been up to while I was away, hm? Have you got a drug ring set up? Stole any chastity yet? What do you do when you aren't tarnishing my reputation by acting like an ignorant streetlicker?"

Silver felt his temper beginning to rise. He grit his teeth as he attempted to defend himself. "I was attacked, I had no-"

He was cut off by the force of Giovanni grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and yanking him towards him.

"Don't you dare talk back to me that way. And don't try to tell me it was self defense." He released his hold and with one hand jerked back Silver's sleeve, revealing the numerous scars and blemishes.

"Is there not a story behind every one of these scars?"

Silence. This was the first time he had been nose to nose with his old man. The first time he had been blessed with the height and strength to overpower his father. But the more he looked into Giovanni's eyes the more he regressed and feel into a state of helplessness. Silver was pained to admit that he was still afraid.

"Well?" Giovanni snapped, throwing Silver back into the opposite side of the car. His head flew back and hit the side of the window, agitating a recently closed scab. Silver groaned and held his now moistened forehead as the car pulled to a stop.

"It was become apparent to me that you are incapable of living here on your own." Giovanni allowed his door to be opened and promptly stepped out, looking back only to say: "Pack your things, boy. We'll be leaving for Hoenn in the morning."

Short chapter is short! But at least you guys know the fate of the poor boy. With any luck, more will be on the way soon!

As always, any feedback is good feedback, and I hoped you enjoyed! :)