The Gold Team

Iris knees were trembling as she stood, her back against the wall, nervously peering around the barren room. She was terrified. Suddenly, she caught sight of a bed in the far corner and a figure laying almost lifelessly on it. Hesitantly, scared she was going to fall, the nineteen year old made her way over to the rickety mattress and gazed down at the sleeping form. A boy. A young boy. He looked to be no more than fourteen, maybe fifteen. Without realising what she was doing, Iris knelt down next to the child and lay her fingers tenderly in white, almost silver, hair. He shifted. She smiled.

Then, his eyes snapped open and he shot into sitting position, causing Iris's fingers to snap away from his head. When he was upright, she noticed that a clump of his silver hair hung languidly in his left eye, obscuring the deep blue orb from view as well as a small mole that lay just below his bottom eyelid.

"What are you doing?" The boy shouted, his eye narrowing at the timid girl.

She stuttered.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to alarm you! I just…" She trailed off and looked to the side, embarrassment swelling in her body.

The boy growled and stood up, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his cargo shorts and began to walk away from Iris, not once looking back in her direction.

"Don't ever touch me, bitch."

Iris gulped. This was going to be hard.

She had counted the days – well, as best as she could, anyway – by marking lines on one of the four stone walls of their cells. It had been roughly two weeks. Pulling her sharp stone away from the wall, Iris sighed and then pouted, casting a sideways glance at her roommate who was currently chewing on some bread, a vacant look in his eye.

She had decided early – she hated him.

In her view, his attitude was just pure arrogance, she didn't care what kind of background he had, that behaviour was just unacceptable. She huffed and looked away from him, closing her eyes and crossing her arms stubbornly over her chest.

"What are you huffing about?" Her eyebrow twitched. She had come to loath that voice.

"You."

"Oh no, what have I done?" His voice was laced irritatingly with sarcasm and Iris felt her nails dig into the flesh of her arms, almost drawing blood.

"You're cold." She looked over at Sasha, who narrowed his eye at the green haired girl once noticing he was being watched. "Try to smile more, would you?"

Sasha just snorted.

"Smiling is a waste of energy." He snapped. "I try not to bother myself with stupid things."

Honestly, she was going to go mental. This kid was driving her crazy. He was so cold and heartless she felt as if she was living with Lord Voldemort for god's sake! Groaning, Iris buried her head in her arms, letting her green locks of hair tumble around her. She was so tired, but stone-heart over there was taking up the only bed. And of course, sharing wasn't an option.

Sighing and lifting her head, Iris cast her emerald gaze over to the sleeping boy. She wondered what had made him like that – what had made him so standoffish. Slowly, her mind trailed back to her own past – her father's harsh words and her grandfathers comforting smile. She rested her chin back on her arms and looked at the barren wall ahead. Really, if she hadn't of had her grandfather, she would probably be like Sasha too.

"Right." She gently slapped herself in the side of the face. "No more dwelling in the past, you've got enough problems to deal with at the moment!"

She heard a snigger.

"Talking to yourself? Wow, and I thought you couldn't embarrass yourself anymore. My mistake."

A vein protruded from her forehead and she narrowed her eyes angrily. Slowly, her neck turned to the side so that she was glaring at the half asleep boy, propped on one elbow, that was staring at her, a coy smirk dancing on his lips. Slowly, she smiled – the expression not in the least friendly and coming across more eerie.

"Sasha," She cooed, then her voice rose about a million times in volume. "Shut up and sleep you little twerp!"

It was two nights later when Iris first saw the real Sasha.

She was lying on the hard stone ground, as usual, sleeping peacefully, when she heard a few sobs. Letting her eyes flutter open, she looked around the room until she finally stopped at Sasha's trembling form.

"Twerp?" Yes, she had officially started calling him that instead of his real name. It seemed more fitting. "What's wrong?"

No answer, just another series of sniffles. Slowly clambering to her feet, Iris staggered over to the boy, still dowsed in sleep. She crouched beside him and gently poked his side. Nothing. Again. Nothing.

"Oi…" She pressed. "Wake up…"

Suddenly, he jolted upwards, tears streaming down his young, cute face. He blinked a few times before turning to face Iris. Suddenly, he sniffled and dived into her chest, wrapping his arms around her waist. The lime haired girl was momentarily shocked, but eventually got a hold of the situation and hesitantly wrapped her arms around the shaking frame of Sasha, her supposed to be comrade.

"Sasha?" Her only reply was a series of hiccups. "What's wrong? Tell me."

A moment of silence, and then:

"He was there again, in my dreams."

"Who? Who was in your dreams?"

Sniffle.

"My father… He was so angry…"

He began to sob again and Iris quickly began to make shushing noises, rubbing small circles on his back.

"It's ok Sasha. He's not here now, it's ok."

A pang went through her heart. His father didn't…? His father wasn't like hers, was he? Iris moved her hand from Sasha's back and began stroking his silver hair, listening as the boys irregular breathing returned to normal.

"Are you ok now? Sasha?" A small nod against her chest. "Ok, well try and get some sleep then."

She tried to move away, but felt something holding her back. She looked down to see Sasha, head lowered, gripping onto her white short skirt, preventing her from leaving.

"Please… Don't go…"

Iris looked down at the boy, pity dancing in her green eyes, and then she looked back at her makeshift bed of the floor and her coat. Hesitantly she nodded and lay down next to the dark blue eyes boy. She felt him snuggle up against her and couldn't help the smile that worked its way onto her lips.

Maybe Sasha isn't so bad after all.

The next day, Iris yawned and stretched her arms above her head. The spot next to her was vacant and she quickly caught sight of her partner on the other side of the room, nibbling on his plain breakfast of a small roll. Iris beamed and stood up, making her way over to Sasha.

"How are you?" She asked, plopping down next to him, wincing as her bum hit the floor. "Better now?"

Sasha looked up from his bread, no expression visible on his face.

"What are you talking about?" His monotone voice inquired.

Iris frowned.

"Well, last night, you…" She trailed off and Sasha sighed, popping the last mouthful of bread in his mouth before stuffing his hands in his pockets and getting up to walk away.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." He said. "But it's creepy that you have dreams about me, paedophile. I'm only sixteen."

Iris grit her teeth in irritation and clenched her fists – wait, sixteen? No way, he only looked at most fourteen! But anyway, back to the point. Iris let a low growl escape her lips. Honestly, this boy was a nightmare!

He suddenly stopped in the middle of the room and cast a sideways glance to Iris over his shoulder. Her smiled softly and Iris froze, blank shock working its way across her face.

"But…" He seemed to hesitant to finish the sentence, and when he did, it was barely more than a whisper.

"Thank you, Iris-san."

A bit of a longer wait for this one, and this chapters a bit naff, but I'm real happy with the ending :) So, the next chapter will be based around Ken and Jet and then it's up to you guys to vote for your favourite team. Same as last time, the poll will be open for three days and in between then will be filler chapters :)

Seeya soon (Hopefully)

P.S, after this story is complete (Not for a long time though considering the amount of Oc's I recieved) I will be starting another story, but I'll tell you more on that another time :)