Chapter Three: Mixing Cyan with Silver

My legs burned with lactic acid as I continued running, back to my apartment. I needed to get back to safety, to get away from the horrible images that kept resurfacing.

The images of Gold kissing me, the images of me pinning him against the wall, and enjoying it!

I shuddered as I ran, hoping to never ever bump into him again. I was safe if he was not around, I could just stay in control of everything and that was how I liked it. Gold somehow managed to allow that control keep slipping through my grasp and that was something I hated.

My mind lingered on how, thankfully, Crystal intervened at just the right moment.

I dread to think what could of happened if she had just decided to leave us alone. But still, I had a feeling that I would probably see her again. She wasn't the sort of person to let things go, and she would just nag on and on until I told her the answers she wanted.

But I would never tell anyone about the kiss. As far as I was concerned it never happened.

Upon entering my block of flats and climbing up two flights of stairs I finally reached outside my apartment door. It was small, and a little dingy, but it was my home and the only place I actually felt safe.

Weird I know, no-one would ever imagine some-one like me to feel threatened or vulnerable yet out there in the horrible real world sometimes it did affect me...

I fumbled for my keys in my jeans pocket, trying to get the lock open as soon as possible. My apartment was a mess and needed a good clean and since I had a few hours of spare time I believed that now was a good a time as any.

Entering my apartment I inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of must and rotten food from the kitchen.

Sighing to myself I realised that my spring cleaning session would probably take longer than I first thought.

But still, I was back home and safe. I was away from Gold, away from his constant torment and probing questions and back to normality.

Or as normal as life could get for me...

I threw out the rotten food and then started to wash up the dishes, which had been gathering mould and dust for about a week.

Then I started to think.

I thought about what was said back at the café, the conversation, or should I say argument, about how I behaved around people. It wasn't something I could just switch on and off like a light bulb, it was learnt behaviour, something I just grew up with and it would take a long time for me to ever open up to people.

Honestly, I had no issue with how I behaved or the way I treated people, but it seemed Gold did and I just could not understand why.

Why would my actions affect him in anyway? Like he told me, he had a lovely caring family, a best friend in Crystal who hung on his every word, and he actually genuinely cared about his Pokemon. Why would someone as bitter and twisted as myself have any impact on his perfect life?

I placed the cleaned plates in the dish rack to dry naturally before sighing.

Bowing my head I started to watch all the bubbles in the water disappear right before my eyes.

I told myself I would not think about him! So why the fuck did he keep invading my head?!

Gritting my teeth I slammed the dish cloth on the marbled counter and decided to tidy up the living room instead. I needed to occupy my thoughts elsewhere.

I polished the coffee table, which was thick with a week's worth of dust and grime, and dusted off the television. If I left it how it was I could probably write my name in the dust that had congealed on the screen.

I shivered at the thought.

How had I gotten to be so untidy? Maybe... I was letting myself go a little, I mean what exactly did I have to live for? Nothing really, I had a job that paid well, but nothing else of importance.

After emptying the rubbish and rearranging some of the furniture I finally decided to sit down on my sofa. It wasn't the most comfortable of sofas, the spring would occasionally attack your butt, but if you sat in the right place then it wasn't so bad.

Picking up the remote I switched the television on.

I didn't care what mind numbing programme was on, I just needed some sort of background noise right now.

Releasing a heavy sigh I rested my head on the back of the sofa, my eyes scanning the ceiling in thought.

I can't believe I ran away... I never ever run away from anything! Yet, somehow Gold managed to make me a coward.

I bit my lip in annoyance and tried to ignore my own thoughts. I hardly noticed my telephone started to ring until the noise eventually reached my brain cells, making me turn to face it.

No... I would not answer. It might be Gold wanting an explanation about what happened...

I would just sit here and ignore it, if it was important they would leave a message.

And when my terrible voice recording had ended and the beep sounded some-one did leave a message.

"Hi Silver! It's Crystal! I had to steal your phone number from Gold to find out if you were okay. I never got a chance to speak to you after your fight with him. Gold seems... a bit upset about what happened, but is too stubborn to say anything. It took me a while for me to get your phone number from him! I just... wanted to find out if it was something I should be worried about. Gold's lip was pretty badly hurt when I found him and he wouldn't tell me anything. Anyway... I'm rambling... if you get this message can you ring me back? I need to know if things are okay between you two. Anyway, I guess I'll say goodbye now then... bye!" And the recording ended.

Well, at least it wasn't Gold, then again why did I expect him to ring me?

I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

So Crystal discovered Gold's busted lip then?

It really would not take a genius to figure out we had a fight, but Crystal was hardly the brightest crayon in the box. I glanced at the clock, now wondering if I should get ready for my shift at the store. My apartment block was not that far away but, it wasn't like I had much else to do, and besides... I actually enjoyed my job.

Getting to my feet I walked towards my bathroom so I could shower and freshen up. My hair was so frizzy it looked like I had been pulled through a hedge backwards so I really needed to wash it.

Once I was all showered and cleaned I walked into the bedroom, with a towel wrapped securely around my waist.

Now I had to find something to wear for my shift.

Luckily for me it was a pure black uniform, apart from a red and black striped tie. The colour scheme was red and black but, the Manager said my hair contributed to the uniform anyway so the rest of it could be black.

I wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not.

Walking into my bedroom I started to search my wardrobe for a long sleeved black shirt.

No way was I wearing short sleeves, not with how pale I was. The more of my skin that was covered up the better.

Once I found a shirt I threw it on my bed and started looking for trousers to match. Well, at least I felt comfortable wearing black and that might be one of reasons I liked work so much.

Once I had found some black trousers to match my shirt and grabbed some clean boxers from my chest of drawers I started to make myself look presentable for the shift.

If you didn't groom yourself to within an inch of your life then the Manager would have some sort of fit.

Image was everything when you were serving customers apparently... maybe that's why she kept me in the stockroom...

Still, when I had the uniform on and tied my hair up in a ponytail I didn't look that bad.

Okay, my complexion completely clashed with my red hair colour but, I couldn't help that.

That was just bad genetics...

Now I was ready to take on my shift at work, and ready to face the big bad world outside my apartment.

A part of me prayed that it would be quiet tonight and that we would not be inundated with customers. As much as I liked my job I loathed the customers. Not all of them, just the majority, mainly because they were rude, or made comments about my customer service skills.

Well, I was hardly a people person was I?

Tightening up my ponytail with my fingers and taking one final look in the mirror I decided that it was time to make a move.

This was the best I was going to look anyway.

When I actually got to work I was surprised to find that it was only the Manager and some person I had never seen before behind the counter.

He must be the new guy...

I forced a smile at her, watching as she finished putting stock on the shelves to come over and talk to me. Sometimes I wished she would ignore me.

"Ah Silver! You are rather early, your shift doesn't start for another half hour,"

"I know, I just thought I could start earlier and leave earlier..." I knew it was out of the question the way she raised an eyebrow at me and stared at me with narrowed sienna eyes, but it was worth a try.

"Well, never mind. Seeing as you are here I don't suppose you could take Cyan to the stockroom to start sorting through the delivery could you? It's his second day here, and I want him to know all the basics."

I glanced over at guy she called Cyan.

He was probably about my age, perhaps a little older and he was trying to smile at me.

He sort of looked similar to Gold, only he had really pale blue eyes instead of amber, and his hair was shorter and spikier.

I just grunted and nodded to the Manager.

I waited for Cyan to actually move away from behind the counter to stand next to me. Biting the inside of my lip I now realised once again I was stuck doing delivery.

Did I expect anything less?

"Oh, and Silver!" She called, making me turn around.

"Can you make Cyan feel welcome? He is still a little nervous."

I rolled my eyes.

Why did I have to do it?

She knew how much I hated talking to people, let alone trying to make them feel good. In fact, I would probably make him quit sooner rather than later.

The Manager gave me the stockroom keys and I turned on my heel, not even telling Cyan to follow me, and just made my way towards the lift.

I assumed he wasn't as dumb as he looked and would follow me. And he did, even if it was a little reluctant.

My finger pressed the button for the lift to arrive and I waited, not uttering a single word to the newbie.

I didn't feel the need to converse with him, after all, I was doing him a favour right now.

"Ummm... thank you," He mumbled, his voice sounding extremely nervous and a little shaky. I just nodded.

I would talk when it was necessary.

The lift arrived and both myself and Cyan walked inside.

I pressed the button that let us go to the basement, because that was where the stockroom was hidden away. It was a pain in the backside however to get stock from the basement to the shop floor via this lift. It was temperamental at times, and had broken down on several occasions, usually leaving me stuck in the basement for hours until someone came to fix the problem.

I stood beside Cyan, watching as he fidgeted with his hands nervously and I just sighed.

He must have heard me because he spoke again.

"So... how long have you been working here?"

I grunted, but decided to answer this time.

"Since last September."

He nodded and that was all that was said.

The lift came to a halt and the doors opened.

The basement was being refurbished so there were a lot of workmen in hard hats aimlessly meandering around. The smell of must and cement was all that entered my nose as I lead the way to the stockroom. It was incredibly small and dusty so if this kid had an allergy to dust then he would definitely love it here.

A small smile crept upon my lips as I thought about that for a moment.

That would definitely be a laugh.

"So, what is your name?" Cyan asked me, breaking the silence for the second time.

I rolled my eyes, not feeling the need to introduce myself to some kid, even though he was probably older than me.

"Why do you care?" I replied coldly as I made my way up to the stockroom door.

"I was just... trying to be nice,"

I sighed and rammed the keys in the lock and turned.

The door swung open and the loud beeping of the alarm sounded.

Once I had turned the alarm off and switched the lights on the small room became illuminated quickly. Piles and piles of cardboard boxes stood right in front of me and this time there were probably hundreds.

"Oh for the love of Arceus!" I cursed, slamming the keys down on the desk that was beside the door.

I never realised it would literally take both of us, working together to get through this delivery.

"Is something wrong?" Cyan asked, making me turn to glare at the azure eyed boy.

I sighed and wiped my forehead, trying to calm down.

It wasn't so bad, in fact I could probably make this newbie do most of the work...

"Deliveries like this fucking take the piss..."

Cutting through cardboard boxes, ticking off the stock and putting it all away would take hours and hours, and now I regretted coming to work early. To add to matters I was stuck with someone who didn't have any idea what to do.

"So... what do we do?" He asked me.

"We open the boxes, take out the stock, tick it off the list and then put it all away,"

I watched as the shorter boy nodded in approval, like he knew what to do.

"...and what about the empty cardboard boxes?"

"You have to cut them up, flatten them and put them in the trolley outside so then we can take it to the waste disposal unit on the roof,"

I watched his face alter, not dramatically, just slightly, from happy to slightly unsure.

Well, if we didn't get started we would be here a week past our death.

"Okay, to make things easier and so you learn what the fuck to do I'll open the boxes and take out the stock. I want you to tick it off the list on the desk and flatten the cardboard, okay?" I asked, surprised how well I was handling working with a total stranger.

Cyan nodded and smiled, which for that moment reminded me of someone.

Gold smiles like that... that stupid fucking smile of his... it pisses me off!

Grabbing a cutting knife, specifically designed to cut through cardboard I decided to make a start on the piles of boxes.

The cardboard would occasionally cut you and make it look like you were a self harmer but, it gave me an opportunity to let off some steam too.

"You never told me your name..." Cyan mumbled as I started to take the stock out of the box.

"...it's Silver." I said quietly, passing the now empty cardboard box over to the shorter boy, who started to dismantle it.

"Like the metal Silver?"

I nodded and started to open the next box.

I heard the now flattened cardboard being thrown into the trolley, and the scribbling of pen on paper behind me.

"That is such a cool name! My name is Cyan!"

"I already know that..." I muttered, piling up the stock that I was taking out of the box.

I wondered if this newbie was getting hurt by my words, or if he could take it.

"Yeah... this is my first proper job,"

Like I cared? Why did he feel the need to tell me his God damn life story?!

I passed another empty box to him, trying not to make eye contact.

It was weird how similar he looked to Gold.

They could probably pass for brothers or something...

"So... are you a Pokemon trainer too?" He continued probing me for answers and I paused in opening the box.

Why twenty questions? And why about me? Couldn't we talk about something better?

I glanced at the azure eyed boy momentarily before resuming my work.

"Yes, and so what if I am?"

"Me too! My brother is too, but right now he's taking a break from battling..." He trailed off, as if deep in thought or reminiscing about something.

Taking a break? Like a vacation?

Now for an odd reason I felt the need to know more, maybe it was just the nosey side of me.

"Why is he taking a break?"

I watched as Cyan broke down the cardboard box and threw it into the trolley.

He sighed and then I wondered if the subject was something he did not want to talk about.

"He battled a trainer yesterday and told me that this trainer told him to give up battling,"

As I started to open another box I dropped my cutting knife onto the floor, hearing it crash against the tiles.

I froze, thinking back to yesterday's events.

I had battled someone, and I had told them to give up battling...

Swallowing hard I tried to find out more.

"Did he tell you... what the trainer looked like?"

There was a pause.

"No, he just said this trainer had a Sneasel and completely crushed him. Then once the battle was over the trainer told him to give up being a trainer, it's horrible isn't it?"

I bent down to retrieve my knife, my body shivering slightly.

Small world it seemed, what was the likeliness of me meeting that little runts older brother?

Well, at least I was safe for now. But still, it seemed his brother had taken my words too literally..

"Yeah... awful..." I murmured, taking stock out of the box to preoccupy my thoughts.

"My brother was really upset about it, and I promised him if I ever come across a trainer like that then I'll smack some sense into him!"

Oh really? Well here I stand!

Of course I didn't voice my thoughts, I just tried not to smile about it. Right now I had to play it cool and not let on about it.

"You should be careful though, sometimes trainers like that can be dangerous..."

It was my way of warning him without actually going up to his face and coming right out with it.

I passed Cyan the empty box once again and watched as he started to dismantle it.

"I suppose so, but seriously... what kind of person says that to a ten year old kid who has just started their journey?"

I bit my lip and just nodded.

A person like me?

"There are some nasty people in the world..." I murmured, starting to cut through a rather large box.

I heard the boy sigh again.

"I know, I just hope my brother doesn't do anything drastic..."

I paused, my eyes widening at his words.

Drastic? Was it really that bad?

I turned to face Cyan, seeing a broken look in his eyes. Seems like he was really concerned about this.

"Drastic? Like what?" I enquired curiously, watching the shorter boy comb his fingers through his hair uneasily.

"I don't know, but... he really took it badly, and maybe I am just over thinking about things..." He trailed off, trying to smile at me.

Now, for an odd reason I was starting to feel guilty.

Usually I would not care if some-one got upset over what I had said or done to them, but this time it just seemed different. It was like I had made the wrong decision.

"Yeah, just see what happens tomorrow. You never know, he might just get over it,"

I returned to cutting the box.

Of course I had a gut feeling that this would not be the last I heard about my incident with his brother. I had the distinct feeling that things could only get worse.

It took us approximately two hours to finish getting through the delivery, ticking it all off and putting it all away in the right places.

The trolley was full of flattened cardboard and rubbish and was piled so high Cyan couldn't see over the top of it. So that is why I ended up volunteering to take it to the waste disposal unit on the roof.

Not that I minded, it gave me chance to think about things.

So... my actions had made an impact on some-one else, some-one I would have to work with on numerous occasions.

I couldn't quite believe it.

Right now the choices and decisions I had made seemed to drag me down a course of uncertainty.

As I started to empty the trolley of rubbish my mind wondered back to yesterday, about the battle, about going to the Pokemon Centre, and bumping into Crystal and Gold.

Gold...

I shook my head in annoyance.

Why the fuck should I care about that loser anyway?

He wasn't a friend of mine, just someone I tolerated.

But why? I never tolerated anyone!

If I didn't want to be by them then it was quite obvious, yet on several occasions I had put his wishes before mine.

That is just not like me...

I rubbed my forehead, cursing at my over-active mind.

I needed to stop thinking about him but, it didn't help having Cyan here. They looked so similar it frightened me, but Cyan wasn't as cheerful or annoying as Gold was. Gold used to wind me up just by looking at me, or by saying the wrong thing on purpose. This kid was just kind of normal, too normal in fact.

I shuddered and started to push the now empty trolley back towards the lift.

At least being at work stopped me bumping into Gold and I just hoped it was a long time before I saw him again. It would give me time to figure out my perfect excuse for me kissing him.

Did I even have an excuse?

Well yes, it was all part of a plan you see... a plan to prove that he was the one who was gay and in denial...

Only sadly, it had backfired so badly.

As I entered the lift and pressed the button for the basement I thought about the scene in the café Gold had started the argument and made me so fucking angry that I smacked him in the face. At how I instantly regretted hitting him and secretly wanted to apologise but wouldn't. And how he forcefully tried to kiss me.

I bit my lip, feeling a sudden need to punch something.

He took advantage of me! He stole my first kiss and was pleased about it!

It probably didn't even bother him, he had probably kissed lots of people, but I hadn't.

I had never even hugged someone properly!

Sad... I know, just human contact was a little... weird for me to deal with.

With my own thoughts keeping me company I soon re-entered the stock room to find Cyan sitting down on a fold away chair by the desk, reading through some paperwork.

He glanced up at me with large azure eyes and I just paused.

What was I meant to say?

I pushed the trolley outside and closed the door, leaving a blanket of silence to consume both of us.

Cyan returned to reading whatever it was that was in his hands while I awkwardly stood and leant against the desk.

I'm sure he would speak to me first if he wanted to.

"So... do you live local?" He asked, and the question seemed to come as a shock.

How random, and why would he ask that?

"Yes, I live in Goldenrod."

He nodded and placed the papers on the desk.

Again he looked at me and I had to look away.

God... he looked like Gold so much...

"Is something wrong?" Cyan asked, soundly genuinely concerned about me.

I chuckled and shook my head, trying to preoccupy myself in tidying up the stockroom. Moving boxes of plastic bags from one place to another, just to look busy.

"I'm fine," I issued sternly.

"It's just... I have noticed occasionally you can't seem to look at me. Have I.. done something wrong?"

I sighed, putting down the box I had in my hands.

This runt continued to pester me and torment me for answers. Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

"Just leave it, okay? I am fine," I said coldly, deciding that it might be beneficial if we went back up in the lift to the shop floor.

I grabbed the stockroom keys off the desk and cleared my throat.

"We should head back..."

"Oh yeah..."

Cyan stood up and folded away his chair, making it seem like he never even sat there.

I rolled my eyes and waited for the shorter boy to leave the room before resetting the alarm and locking the door behind me.

Once we got back onto the shop floor and behind the counter it was like a heavy weight was lifted off my shoulders.

Now I wouldn't have to talk to Cyan, I could just busy myself in my work and ignore him for the rest of the shift.

The Manager quickly left when some-one from another department was called in to cover. Apparently a senior sales person had called in sick earlier today so we were short staffed.

Not that I minded. Not having her looking over my shoulder constantly and nagging on at me on how I spoke to customers was a relief.

The person she called from another department was a guy I had seen before but never spoken to. He usually worked in the Technical Machine department and did look out of place behind the counter. He was older than me and extremely quiet and reserved.

Nothing seemed to bother him, not even when customers were rude or made comments. Many times he would just speak very slowly and calmly to them, as if they were merely naughty school children.

"Now play nicely boys, Red is doing us a massive favour in covering this shift so don't give him a hard time. Especially you, Silver"

I rolled my eyes.

Like I would do that? She had so much faith in me.

I watched as the tall older woman left the building to attend some meeting. Not that I cared, at least I knew how to run the kiosk in her absence.

"So... do you work part time?" Cyan asked Red, who hadn't said a single word since his arrival. He just seemed so indifferent, like nothing mattered in his life.

I was sure it was this guy that Gold tried to battle once on Mt Silver and had failed miserably.

So... he was some hot shot, huh?

"Yes... Green told me off for staying on Mt Silver for too long, so I said I would get a part time job instead..."

Even his voice was monotone and boring.

God, I thought I had issues.

"Oh! You are THE Red? The champion who keeps himself locked away on Mt Silver?!" Cyan exclaimed.

I sighed, not quite believing how stupid this kid was.

I watched the older male nod and scratch the back of his head.

"I suppose I am."

"Are you guys going to do any work, or are you just going to keep gossiping?" I spat, watching as both males looked at me, one in shock, the other in annoyance.

"Ummm.. yes, sorry Silver..." Cyan mumbled, moving away to start cleaning one of the shelves.

It felt good to boss people around, maybe that's why the Manager liked this job so much.

"You seem very familiar..." Red mused, looking at me through narrowed crimson eyes.

I raised an eyebrow in thought.

Well it wasn't as if I just blended in a crowd, I stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Do you know anyone named Gold?"

My whole body tensed up at the mention of his name.

Even at work I couldn't escape it!

Biting the inside of my lip I just weakly nodded, trying not to mouth off or scream and shout. Red was still doing us a massive favour by covering the shift.

"I thought so... friend's right?"

"... something like that," I murmured, trying not to make eye contact with the older male. I didn't want him start quizzing me on my behaviour.

Suddenly I watched the department store's doors swing wide open and a flash of blue darted through them. Then within a matter of seconds I was greeted by an exasperated Crystal, panting and out of breath.

My eyes widened.

Why the fuck was she here?!

"Why the hell are you here?! Can't you see I'm working?!" I said fiercely, watching her every facial expression.

It seemed like something was wrong, or she needed to tell me something. Probably nothing that would concern me.

"Silver, I came to talk to you... can you... take a break?" She panted, leaning on the counter dramatically.

I sighed and turned to Red.

His eyes glanced from me back to Crystal, then returned to me again.

"Can you cover just for ten minutes?"

"I'm sure I can cope." Red said, his voice never altering pitch at all.

Reluctantly I walked from behind the counter to where Crystal was still trying to get her breath back.

Rolling my eyes I started walking out of the large doors, Crystal following me.

When we got outside the weather was cool and fresh, with a gentle breeze wafting around our faces. It was also starting to get dark already.

My eyes focused on Crystal, who by now seemed to be able to breathe properly.

"So, what the hell is so important?" I growled, folding my arms and leaning against the wall.

"You never returned my phone call! I needed to talk to you about what happened with Gold, so I figured to come to your workplace instead."

So it was about Gold yet again. Why couldn't this just leave me alone?

Frowning to myself I decided to make myself quite clear.

"I don't want to talk about him..."

"And he doesn't want to talk about it either! I need to know Silver! Gold was really shaken up when he came out of the bathroom... his lip was split and he had blood all over his mouth. I figured he hadn't fallen over and hit his head, and that you must have hit him."

I looked away, not wanting to explain myself for my actions.

Was she even aware of the fact he kissed me?

I bet he spared her that detail...

"So what if I did? He deserved it..."

"But, how did it start? I know you two argued when I went to buy the drinks but... you two never have fist fights any more. It was just... a shock."

I raised my gaze at her, watching at how her azure eyes sparkled in sadness. She was after all Gold's best friend, so it was probably natural for her to want to know the truth, only I wasn't prepared to give it.

"You should ask Gold about that..." I muttered.

"I have tried... but it's like he is frightened to talk to me about it."

Did I really scare him that much? Was that why he refused to tell Crystal, or was he ashamed? I bet he was ashamed, because I definitely was. How could I live with myself knowing I had kissed another guy?

"You shouldn't let him wind you up Silver, you know he only does it to get a reaction out of you."

"... and it fucking works too..." I cursed angrily.

I knew that Gold loved winding me up and pressing all my buttons to see how far he could push me. Only this time he had obviously pushed too far.

"But... you two are meant to be friends! Gold is probably the closest person you have in your life, so don't throw it away because of some petty fight."

Ha... friends... we wasn't friends! Friends don't go around kissing each other!

Of course, I didn't say that out loud.

The last thing I wanted was Crystal finding out about that.

"I will do what the hell I like." I told her severely, wondering if my break was over and I could return to work.

She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Well anyway, I spoke to Gold today and after some persuasion he agreed to meet you half way and talk it over. He is going to visit you tomorrow morning at your apartment..."

My eyes widened and my mouth seemed to go very numb.

Shit... he was coming to my home? The only place I felt safe... and he was going to destroy it all, once again.

I shook my head, wanting to escape this somehow.

"NO! I don't want to talk to him!"

"He is very sorry about what happened and wants to sort it out, and I know somewhere down in that cold heart of yours... you do too..."

I frowned, trying to think of an excuse, trying to get out of this terrible situation, but the words seemed to evade me over and over again.

I sighed, not liking the fact I would be reunited with Gold a lot sooner than I thought.

No matter what I did things just seemed to keep getting worse and I knew that tomorrow morning would be the worst day of my entire life...

Ah~ poor Silver! Cyan is actually an important character for the progression of the story, and there is a reason to why he looks so similar to Gold. You will find that out later! And Red made an appearance! Next chapter will be very exciting, just what will happen when Gold and Silver reunite?