Authors Note: Hello again! Ah, already on chapter six?! Man time flies! No sexual tension or anything in this chapter, mainly based on character building and feelings. Enjoy anyway!
Chapter Six: Opening Wounds
Just keep peddling! Don't even think about turning back! No! You have to keep going Silver!
Forget about what just happened, you didn't go to Gold's house to try to sort it out and ended up sleeping with him. You didn't! And you didn't enjoy it either, no... definitely not! You hate him so much right now... yes, so fucking much!
So... keep peddling... forget about it... forget about Gold...
I didn't give Gold a chance to try and explain anything after the 'event' happened, I just bolted out of his house and tried to get away as quickly as possible. I didn't want to be reminded of it, of what Gold did to me.
Why did I let it happen?!
Biting my lip I peddled as fast as I possibly could, wondering about where I should go.
If I went back to my apartment Gold might figure that out and follow me there... no I had to think differently... maybe if I went to work early..?
I couldn't be bothered to go home and get changed into my work uniform, I needed to avoid Gold and Crystal now at all costs. If they saw me again then I might have to confront this problem in the face. I didn't want that, so I figured avoiding them for the foreseeable future was my best option.
Especially Gold.
There was no way I could go back now, no way we could attempt to normalise our friendship, or whatever it was that we had. It was gone now.
But... why didn't I stop him? I could have pushed him away, I could have knocked him out or something, why didn't I?!
Why did I let him seduce me, and take me to bed? Was it after the whole blow job thing? No... it couldn't have been that. Was it because I actually liked it? I actually liked having sex with Gold? NO! I didn't! Stop thinking about it!
Stop thinking about the way he kissed me... the way his body moved against mine... how fucking hot it is to hear him moaning in my ear... how amazing it felt when we fucked in his bed...
"Watch out!"
I snapped out of my thoughts to try to figure out what had just disturbed me, but it was too late.
Within a split second I had to swerve the bicycle from hitting someone in the street and ended up falling off. I crashed into the rough and cold pavement, scraping the side of my arm in the process.
The bicycle crashed into the distance, hitting off a lamppost and just fell limply to the ground.
I winced.
Fuck! What just happened?
I placed my hand over my elbow, feeling it throb in anger.
It hurt like hell!
Removing my hand I noticed it was stained with a red liquid.
Shit, was that blood?!
"Silver!"
I heard a familiar cry only I was too stunned to make a move. I just stayed on the ground, feeling a crowd of people start to consume me.
I wasn't an invalid! Stop fucking staring at me!
As I raised my eyes to the direction of the voice I noticed it was Cyan, and he seemed concerned.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you! What the hell were you doing riding a bicycle at that speed?!" He cursed, kneeling down beside me to check if I was okay.
I grunted and tried to ignore the burning sensation in my elbow.
"What the fuck do you care?!" I growled.
Cyan frowned and shook his head.
"You scared me half to death! I thought you were going to crash into me! Luckily someone shouted otherwise I might have ended up in hospital."
I kept my hand over the wound, hissing to myself at how much it fucking stung. I probably needed to go to get it treated or something.
"Why the hell were you on the streets anyway?!"
Cyan blinked, as if I asked something stupid.
"I was going to the Pokemon Centre before starting my shift at work"
He paused, azure eyes looking at me all over.
I mentally flinched.
I hated being centre of attention.
Then I felt his fingers hook around my arm to lift me off the ground.
"You're hurt... come on. Let's go to the Pokemon Centre. They can treat you there."
"I don't need your help!" I replied callously, removing my arm away from his grasp as I managed to stand up. It was now I also noticed the crowds were dispersing.
I watched as his eyes looked over my wound and he shook his head.
"But you're bleeding... why won't you let me help you?"
"I am perfectly fine by myself..."
As I was about to walk off his hand grabbed my wrist tightly. I watched the dark haired boy shake his head.
"No you're not... you're acting strange. Come on, let's go and get your wound treated and then you can tell me all about it,"
"I don't think so..." I remarked, hating the feeling of his fingers around my wrist.
It was reminding me of Gold...
Good job that Cyan's personality was different to Gold's, otherwise this whole situation would've been harder to deal with.
"I'm trying to help you..." Cyan's voice was quiet, like he was genuinely upset.
Why would he try to help me? Little did he know I was the one who messed up his little brother's head! Why the fuck would he care about me?!
"Why would you want to help me?"
Cyan smiled, and once again I saw Gold, standing there smiling like usual.
It made me look away.
"Because I want to, and besides... you were nice enough to help me yesterday at work, so I figured I should repay the favour."
Okay, I was worn out, and I couldn't be bothered to argue any more. So what if I did go to the Pokemon Centre with Cyan, it would be okay right?
Feeling defeated once more I nodded weakly and allowed myself to be dragged towards Goldenrod's Pokemon Centre, having a weird sense of deja vu.
Once Nurse Joy had cleaned my wound and had bandaged my elbow Cyan and I decided to sit at a table and relax until our shift started at the store.
It was weird, sitting at the same table, in the exact same seat as before. When the whole chess conversation occurred and ruined my life.
"So... why were you cycling for your life earlier?" Cyan asked, looking at me from across the table.
I had a feeling he would be nosey and try to stick his nose into my business, but then again he didn't know me, or Gold so it was okay, wasn't it?
"Long story..." I murmured, gazing out of the window at the blue sky. It was actually a nice day, given how I was feeling.
"I have time to kill." Cyan beamed.
I rolled my eyes, wondering how I could get out of telling him my problems.
Or maybe... I could twist things a little?
"I don't really want to talk about it..."
"That bad, huh?" Cyan enquired, raising an eyebrow at me.
I couldn't help but study him carefully.
God, why did he look like Gold? Why was his hair the same colour, only shorter? Why was his skin the same tone? It was only their eyes which differed. Okay... this was freaking me out.
"...why are you just staring at me?" Cyan asked, looking a little worried.
I shook my head.
"Nothing... you look like someone..."
"I do? What, as in someone you know?"
I nodded, not really wanting to say exactly who it was. I hoped he would just leave the subject right now.
"Is that a good thing?"
Ha, well not really, but I couldn't say that could I? Well, I could...
"Yes... and no..."
Cyan blinked and coughed uneasily.
"Your friend that I look like is a guy, right?"
I nodded and Cyan seemed to relax a little.
Why, did he think I had compared him to a girl or something?
"So why is it a bad thing? Hang on, do you not like him? Or is he a relative that you hate?"
"What? No, don't be so fucking stupid..." I mumbled, not realising what I had said until it was out in the open.
Did I just say that I liked Gold? Well, not as such but in a sense? Oh God... what the fuck?!
"So... you like this guy?
"NOT LIKE THAT!" I cried out defensively.
Cyan's eyes widened at my out burst and then he shook his head. I really wanted to glare at him, but he had been the only one to give a damn about me.
Not that I cared, it was just a change of pace.
"Okay, okay! Chill out! I didn't mean like that... because then that would mean that you liked me too... and that is just weird..."
He chuckled and it caused the side of my mouth to morph into a small smirk.
Hell, I wouldn't smile at him, no way!
"And besides... you don't look gay."
"I... don't?"
Now this got me interested.
So if Cyan thought I didn't give off an impression of being gay, then that was good, wasn't it?
Cyan smiled and relaxed in his seat.
"Of course not! You're way too angry and violent to be gay"
Okay, this did make me want to smile. He had got my personality down perfectly right now.
"Is that meant to be a compliment?"
Cyan laughed a little at my words.
"I suppose so, unless you wanted me to think you was gay?"
"Fucking hell no!"
"So yeah... take it as a compliment."
While I was actually enjoying this conversation it didn't take long for my mood to go sour.
The Pokemon Centre had become crowded once again, considering it was afternoon. And it was full of people I saw yesterday, people who mocked and laughed at me.
I tensed up in my chair, hoping to ignore their presence.
"Silver... is something wrong?" Cyan asked and I just remained quiet.
I could overhear their whispers and snide remarks. I hardly blended in a crowd and was easily forgotten about, was I?
"Hey... it's the red headed guy again... the one who likes fucking guys"
"Oh yeah! And he's with someone else today! Man... what a man whore!"
"I know right? Maybe we should go over there and see if he wants to fuck us too?"
"Ha! No way, look at him! Way too high maintenance..."
I balled my hands into fists, feeling my body tremble as I could hear all what they were saying. Cyan however didn't seem to notice.
"Silver? What's wrong?"
I glared across at the group of Pokemon trainers that were situated by the counter, most of them were guys all around my age or younger.
I could go over there and beat the ever loving crap out of them, couldn't I? Maybe that's not such a bad idea!
"Silver... you are worrying me..." Cyan mumbled.
I turned to look at him momentarily.
How dare they even think I would consider fucking a guy like this!
"Those fucking pricks over there...think they own the fucking place!" I cursed, feeling myself get angrier and angrier.
Cyan glanced over his shoulder, and I watched as they started to laugh amongst themselves.
"Who? Them? Ignore them, they aren't affecting you are they?"
Easier said than done...
"Yes, they are. They think they can laugh behind my back, and talk shit. I'm in the right mind to go over there and fucking smash their faces in..."
"Now Silver, don't start a fight in here. It's really not the place for it." Cyan warned, trying to get me to calm down.
It was no use, I could still hear them jeering and laughing at me.
"They deserve it..." I murmured, feeling adrenaline pump through my veins.
"Do you want to go somewhere else?" Cyan asked, looking at me through large azure eyes.
Well, if I was here by myself then I probably would have gone over there and caused a scene, but I had the option of leaving with Cyan to go somewhere.
Maybe I should take the easy option this time?
"Where?"
Cyan shrugged.
"The National Park? It's pretty quiet there around this time and there would be no annoying groups of people there..."
It actually sounded like my sort of thing.
I nodded and stood up, now feeling eager to leave this place. It had been a while since I had been to the National Park, and besides it was a nice day so why should I be stuck indoors?
Oh yeah... I was hiding from Gold and Crystal.
As Cyan and I headed towards the doors I overheard a remark which made me almost lose faith in humanity.
"Fucking disgusting faggots."
I paused and clenched my hands into fists, trying so hard not to just flip out.
I wasn't going to let people call me names like that!
Cyan stopped too, maybe he overheard what they said?
"What the hell did you just say?" Cyan asked, looking extremely confused.
I bit my lip in annoyance.
Come on! Say something else you prick! I'll be all too glad to smash your head in!
"You two, it's disgusting! Don't you have any morals?"
"I don't quite follow... what's wrong with hanging out with a friend?" Cyan defended both of us, but I really needed to punch something, anything, preferably their ugly faces.
I stood motionless, back facing towards them. I could feel my temper increasing, with every jeer, every laugh.
"It's quite obvious dumb ass, why can't you fags go somewhere else? It's fucking gross to hear you guys flirting with each other. God, just go somewhere and fuck already!"
I didn't wait for the information to sink into Cyan's brain cells before I acted.
I couldn't help it, I needed to do something.
I turned on my heel, glaring at the boy who had said Cyan and I were gay for each other.
I wasn't going to let him say that stuff about me, or him for that matter.
"Say that again... I FUCKING DARE YOU!" I roared, my eyes narrowing dangerously as I took a step towards the cocky trainer.
He had short blonde hair with piercing green eyes. He was shorter than I was so that was an advantage.
"Silver... please don't fight..." Cyan muttered weakly.
I watched the trainer smirk.
"That's it, listen to your boyfriend and run along now!"
I heard everyone laugh and that was it.
I saw a red mist in the Pokemon Centre as I lunged at the trainer.
My fists rammed downwards on his face in a flurry of rage. I couldn't even remember why I was hitting him in the end. I was so overcome by fury.
I wanted the fucking bastard to die, or at least suffer. He would rue the decision to cross me!
I watched as he wailed and struggled on the floor whilst my knees dug into his ribs, and I continued punching the ever loving shit out of him.
Seemed like his so called friends didn't care enough to help.
"That's ENOUGH!" Came an authoritative voice.
I paused in punching his face again and just looked up.
It was Officer Jenny, and I just thought to myself 'Oh shit'.
"Officer... that trainer started on Silver first!" Cyan literally begged to the police woman.
I sighed and got off the blonde haired trainer, who seemed to struggle for air.
"Care to explain what the hell is going on here?!" She demanded.
I bowed my head and shrugged.
It was really none of her business, and who the hell called the cops anyway?!
"Silver... he defended me..." Cyan continued to keep pestering the Officer in my defence and I had no idea why.
He could've let me take the flack, and my punishment, after all I did attack the other boy.
I watched her eyebrow twitch as she looked at me up and down. I didn't have any marks on me but the other boy did, he was almost vomiting on the floor of the Pokemon Centre.
"Violence is never the answer! You boys should have known better!"
I wasn't in the mood to explain myself, as long as I wasn't getting arrested then that was okay.
"I am really sorry Officer Jenny, it won't happen again," Cyan mumbled as he grabbed my arm forcefully.
At least I made my point clear, I doubted that the boy would ever cross me again, or if he did then he was a dead man.
Officer Jenny sighed and decided to let us off with a stern warning, but let us leave anyway. I was actually grateful for Cyan sticking by me, he could have ran away or left me there to sort it all out by myself, but he didn't.
It was weird... usually people just... left me.
"You were so lucky she let you off with a warning!" Cyan grumbled as we sat on a bench in the National Park.
It was a lovely crisp afternoon, and the sunshine wasn't that intense so I didn't have to worry about being burnt. The breeze was cool and gentle, and it actually made me feel calm for a while.
"I don't care, that bastard had it coming to him."
"But still, you really attacked him! You wouldn't stop punching him! I thought his face would be unrecognisable!"
I smirked, happy that I had done so much damage.
Oh well, it was nothing surgery couldn't put right.
"He called you a fag, I wasn't going to just stand there and let him say that!"
Cyan smiled and relaxed on the bench.
"He said it about you too, but honestly I don't care if people insult me. I've been bullied most of my life anyway, so it's just something I have learnt to deal with"
I looked across at Cyan, wondering how he could stand to be bullied.
If anyone said bad stuff about me then, well... I would just hit them or something. How did he manage not to be angry over it?
"You shouldn't stand for it you know... you should stick up for yourself."
"I do, but I don't use violence. Violence doesn't solve anything."
I grunted.
Well, it made me feel tons better, so it worked for me.
"Why did you get bullied anyway?" I asked, actually longing to find out.
Cyan sighed, as if he didn't want to tell me.
"... it was basically the same as what happened just now. People accusing me of being gay, calling me names, saying I was having a relationship with my best friend and that we were screwing in the boy's toilets,"
My eyes widened to the point where they were almost watering. I couldn't believe it.
So this wasn't a one off, this had happened before?
"That's fucking wrong, I can't believe you didn't do anything! What, so you let them insult you and call you names?!"
He shook his head with a small smile.
"No, I did the opposite. See, they insulted me because it was all a rumour, so I thought 'well if there is no rumour then the bullying would stop', so I ended the rumour and said that it was all true."
I almost fell off the bench after what he told me.
So he agreed to it? How on Earth did he do that?! Man... I could have never been like that, I get too angry.
"What the fuck?!"
"Weird isn't it? Reverse psychology is a wonderful thing"
He smiled at me, and it was a genuine one too. He was happy about what he had done, regardless of whether it was true or not. He had stopped them from bullying him.
I turned away, clasping my hands together.
"So... basically by agreeing with someone when they are being horrible towards you makes them nice?"
"Not always, you have to know the person literally inside out, know what makes them tick. Then you can figure out whether or not by agreeing with them will make them either continue with it, or find another rumour to busy themselves with."
Now it sort of made sense to me.
So... if Gold ever insulted me again and called me gay I should just admit it? Then he wouldn't have nothing to tease me about! I could see this working!
"Yeah, actually that's not a bad idea..." I mused, thinking about if I ever saw Gold again I could try the whole reverse psychology thing.
Cyan nodded.
"It made that one person stop, and then eventually I just blended into the crowd and became a nobody again. So, I don't regret agreeing with the rumours..."
"Were they literally just rumours? Or was there any truth behind them?" I enquired, feeling strangely curious.
Cyan chuckled, like what I had just asked was something stupid.
"I'll leave that for you to decide."
"But that is not fair!"
"Well... you hardly open up to me, do you?" He shot back, looking at me through ice cold azure eyes, and I froze for a moment.
It wasn't like I could help it, I just shut off from people and never found it possible to talk about my problems. I had always been this way.
"It's just who I am... don't take it so personal."
"I don't, I just wish you could talk you know? You are a very interesting and complicated person, but deep inside I know your not that bad. In fact I think you are quite a nice person."
If I had water in my mouth I would have spat it out in shock.
I wasn't a nice person, and never have been.
Just yesterday I had so effortlessly insulted his younger brother, and been proud about it! He just didn't know that yet...
I frowned and looked away, my eyes diverting to the cobbled footpath.
"I am not nice..."
"You defended me from those guys back at the Pokemon Centre, so I would say that was a very nice thing you did. You could have walked away... or joined in with them, but you didn't..."
Well duh! They were saying it to me too!
I rolled my eyes, hating taking all this credit for nothing. It was my anger that clouded my judgement yet again.
"Whatever."
"And I know that something really bad has happened either today or yesterday hence the whole bicycle incident, but I understand that you don't want to talk about it, or whatever." Cyan mumbled, glancing at his wrist watch.
We had some time left before we had to go to work, and besides would it be so bad to actually talk about it?
Well, not ALL of it, but it seemed like he would understand.
"It's nothing to worry over anyway..."
"So you always ride a bicycle at that speed? It was as if you were trying to get away from something, or someone."
I frowned, hating how cowardice I had acted.
Why did I run away? I should have dealt with it head on and took the consequences. Instead I ran away like a fucking coward.
I swallowed hard.
"Yeah... maybe..."
"Like I said... I understand that you don't want to talk about it."
I put my head in my hands, rubbing at my temples in annoyance.
Now I couldn't stop thinking about what happened! I wanted to forget about Gold, forget about what happened... but now I couldn't.
"Anyway... maybe we should head off to work?" Cyan suggested, and that didn't seem such a bad idea.
At least there I would be too occupied to think about Gold or anything else for that matter.
"Yeah... we should."
As we both stood up I couldn't help but feel a little awkward.
How had we got to this? I actually spent time with Cyan and wasn't annoyed at him. How strange. Maybe I was learning to deal with people, or people who were like him?
The only thing that I still couldn't deal with was the similarities between himself and Gold. It was so weird how they weren't related at all.
Maybe I should bring that up sometime?
When we finally got to work I discovered that Cyan was stuck doing delivery today whilst I managed shop floor.
Red was covering again and so I was stuck with Mister I-Have-No-Personality-Allow-Me-To-Bore-You-To-Death for a while.
Sad really, at least I could talk to Cyan a bit more now after our incident.
I was of course lectured about my attire, once or twice, but that was it.
At least I was wearing black!
"I didn't think you would be working today..." I shot coldly at red, whilst I started to clean the shelves and rearrange stock.
"I had to cover another shift, seems there is a stomach bug going around."
I rolled my eyes, great just what I wanted.
I didn't want to be sick, I always got so irritable when I was ill, well even more so than usual.
"By the way I saw Gold earlier..." Red mused which made me almost drop the can of polish out of my hands.
Why couldn't he just leave me alone?!
I grunted, hoping Red didn't pick up on my reaction.
"That's great..." I mumbled half heartedly.
Red sighed a little.
"Yeah... he mentioned something about looking for you..."
I shot up and turned around, facing Red immediately. His crimson eyes were narrowed as he stared at me.
Gold was searching for me?! Oh shit!
"Looking for me?!" I repeated.
Red nodded and folded his arms.
"Yes, he said something about... what was it now... oh yes, about sorting something out that happened this morning..."
I frowned and slammed the can of polish down on the counter.
That was his fucking answer to everything wasn't it?! That we could always sort it out, not this time!
"I don't want to see him..." I murmured.
Red chuckled, which was the first time I had seen or heard any emotion from him.
"Seems he wants to see you... is it really that bad?"
I closed my eyes, trying to keep calm and composed. One fight was enough for today.
"Yes, now will you just drop it and leave me alone?" I spat in distaste, now continuing to clean the shelves.
I tried to keep myself busy, I didn't want to keep thinking about what happened. It was driving me insane, and I needed to make sure I didn't bump into Gold.
"I did tell him you were working tonight..." Red added in as an after thought, which this time made me drop the can on the floor in shock, and horror
"WHY THE HELL DID YOU SAY THAT?!" I growled angrily, as I turned around to glare at the older boy.
He shrugged, like he didn't care.
"He asked so I told him... "
"Oh for fuck's sake!" I cursed.
This was a mess! Gold would definitely come here if he knew this was where I was hiding.
"Have you two had a lover's spat?" Red said matter of factly.
I turned away almost straight away, not wanting to tell this loser anything.
It wasn't any of his business! How dare he do this to me!
"It's none of your fucking business!"
"That is very true, but you can't hide away forever. You will need to face up to it, whatever it is."
I grunted, hating the fact that he was probably right. I would need to face up to it, and sort it out even if I did want to hide myself away forever.
"If he comes in here... just tell him I'm in the stockroom or something. I don't want to talk to him right now" I found myself pleading to the boy who's personality bored me to death.
He shrugged, but I had a feeling he would do it anyway.
"Sure, if you think it's going to help."
"Yes! It definitely will!"
Red rolled his eyes and then pointed out.
"... you dropped your can..."
Once again I found myself cursing under my breath as I knelt down to retrieve the dropped can of polish and continued cleaning the shelves.
At least with Red on side I didn't have to worry about seeing Gold here, or worry about bumping into him. That was a relief.
Weirdly enough Gold never made an appearance all throughout my shift.
Cyan left work earlier than I did so it was Red and I who shut up the kiosk.
I didn't even both to say goodbye to him as I grabbed my hoody from my locker and started to make my way out of the building. Even though he said he would cover for me I still felt like he was always judging me.
Maybe it was because he was the 'champion' or something, and he felt the need to look down on me.
As I literally just stepped out of the department store and started my journey off home I heard an all too familiar voice, then I heard running.
I just froze, not being able to move another inch.
Shit... I was so close...
"Silver!" I heard Gold yell as now I managed to walk, and continued walking ever faster away from his voice.
I needed to get away, right now!
"Silver, where have you been?! I have been trying to call you! Why are you avoiding me?! HEY!"
His voice sounded desperate, like he hated the silent treatment I was giving him.
I just continued to walk, feeling the cold breeze wash over me, chilling me to the bone.
"What did I do Silver? What the hell's wrong? Hey! Wait up!"
Gold managed somehow to catch up to me and now was purposely blocking my way.
I closed my eyes, trying so hard not to flip out again.
I didn't want to see him ever again! I didn't want to relive those memories.
"What the hell is wrong with you Silver? Why are you acting like this? Is it because of this morning? Is it because we-"
"SHUT UP!" I yelled angrily, not wanting to hear any more.
He had said enough.
I closed my eyes once again and tried to breathe properly. Seemed that this irregular breathing routine was becoming something of a habit.
I have to do what Red says! I have to face up to this! I need to tell Gold!
"We can't ever be friends any more!"
Gold looked hurt by what I said, like he didn't know it was coming.
Did he really think it would be so easy to turn back time and forget about the fact we had sex with each other?
"What do you mean? I thought... we were okay? I thought you wanted us to move on and try to sort it out?"
"What constitutes to being okay Gold? The fact that we had sex means it sure as hell isn't okay! Supposed 'friends' don't do that!"
"But... I thought that maybe things were better because of that...because you wanted it too..."
I bit the inside of my mouth, suppressing the need to curse at the amber eyed boy.
I made an attempt to move away from him only Gold blocked my path once again. I glared at him.
"Don't be a fucking idiot for once in your stupid life, and leave me the hell alone!"
For that moment Gold looked like a dog that had been kicked by it's owner and was trying to make things better. That would never work.
I managed to push past Gold, making my way back home.
I didn't want him anywhere near me ever again.
I can't even look at him, because if I do that 'scene' replays in my freakin' head! Over and over again!
Just keep walking, ignore the shouts and cries behind you, ignore the fact he is still trying to get your attention, and please ignore the fact he is running after you! Just get home, get back to normality and safety. Forget about Gold... forget about everything, because if I keep opening up this wound it will never heal. Never.
Authors Note: Oh what will happen next? Seems like Gold won't let this die will he? Awww nice that Silver and Cyan are getting along :) Read and review please! Thank you!