Author's Note: Hello all! Okay, warning! This chapter starts off all sweet and cute bit there will be major dramas unfolding so any of you who are emotionally unstable...please have tissues handy. Enjoy this next emotional chapter xD Also... this is a very long chapter!
Chapter Eighteen: The Showdown
When I finally managed to open my eyes the room was still shrouded in a soft blanket of darkness. I figured it was still night time and even though I was awake it wasn't due to my restless mind, or the haunting nightmares. No, this time I had just naturally risen which was a pleasant change. No bad dreams, no horrible visions, no nothing.
I sighed softly, my eyes trying to depict the ceiling above me in the poor light. I felt Gold's body beside me, curled up peacefully and completely unaware of my presence. Deep inside I found myself smiling at the innocent image, how at ease he seemed whilst deep in slumber land.
Rubbing my forehead with my hand I decided to let my mind wonder. Today was the day, the day I would see him again and probably the only time I would be able to put a stop to his devious scheme. A Pokemon battle wouldn't be the end of this, it would probably lead to something much more serious, something that I didn't want Gold getting involved in. Or anyone else for that matter. This was my fault so I was going to sort it out.
My eyes trailed downwards to once again watch Gold sleeping, his body wrapped up like a cocoon in the bedsheets while masses of dark hair fanned out all over the pillow. Somehow this idiot had managed to keep the demons of my mind at bay for at least one night, and that was something I would be forever thankful for.
Turning over onto my side I pulled the dark haired boy closer, nuzzling into the back of his neck. He shuffled slightly but did not awaken. And as we lay there in silence, basking in the moonlight that seeped in through a gap in the curtains I just allowed myself to relax. I wondered what he was dreaming about. Probably a huge Pokemon battle, or playing with his Aipom. Just thinking about the possible scenarios made me smile as I finally closed my eyes, inhaling the lingering scent of pomegranate and strawberries.
"Silver..."
A voice taunted my senses into waking and as I weakly opened my eyes I could barely picture Gold leaning over me, hair flopping over his right eye. Did I fall asleep again? As a loud yawn escaped my lips I heard his voice again;
"Silver, get up!"
After swiftly rubbing my eyes I propped myself up on my elbows, watching Gold move away so he was back to his own side of the bed.
"...what time is it?" I groaned groggily, actually pleased I managed to get a decent night's sleep for once. Gold glanced at the alarm clock that was situated on his bedside table.
"It's 7:00am."
And can someone tell me why he was waking me up this early?!
Grumbling I pulled the bed sheets over my head in an attempt to block out all the noise and natural light that was starting to hurt my brain. Then I felt his hands start to nudge me, causing my body to rock from side to side.
"Come on Silver! Don't you smell that?!"
Curiously I poked my head out of the bedsheets and sniffed the air. What ravaged my senses seemed to be something vaguely similar to that of cooking. Was some-one cooking breakfast? Gold's face became a picture of perfection as he smiled wildly at me.
"That smell means we are forgiven!"
He practically screamed in delight before lunging himself at me. As his body pushed me further into his mattress I just merely sighed. At least some-one was chipper this morning, unlike me. Gold's arms tightened around my neck happily, making it harder for me to breathe. It was only when I made a choking sound did he let go, his face portraying how sorry he was.
"...sorry..."
"I seriously don't understand how you can be so...happy this early in the morning." I groaned, rubbing my neck in annoyance. He shrugged and sat upright, folding his legs. Large golden eyes stared right into my own.
"Trust me, usually my Mom can't kick me out of bed."
As I sat up, allowing the bedsheets to drape over the lower half of my body a part of me wondered why that smell even existed right now.
If it was his mother then why the sudden change of heart? I was almost sure she heard what happened last night, after all, her ranting outside the door was an obvious give away.
Frowning in thought I couldn't quite understand any of it.
"So why would your mom be cooking for you after what happened yesterday?" I asked, watching as the dark haired boy combed his fingers through his wild hair. That is what a night of wild passionate sex does to you, it gives you a whole new hairstyle. His eyes met the floor briefly before meeting my own.
"I don't know, maybe she finally understands?"
"I doubt that, last night she was ranting down the hallway...she must have heard us or something,"
Gold gasped, his face expressing sheer shock as his cheeks started to tint into a beautiful shade of red. Well come on...he did kind of scream my name. I smirked, knowing that as soon as I stepped one foot into the living room I was for the high jump. I don't think violating someone's son was going to be something to be given credit for.
"SHIT!" He cried, now deciding to cover his blushing face with his hands.
"...Gold you're seventeen...she can't do shit to you." I replied monotonously.
He shook his head weakly before collapsing against my shoulder, refusing to remove his hands. I sighed softly, not quite understanding why he was getting so worked up over it.
"It's not that...I don't want my mom hearing us... you know!" He elaborated, which sounded muffled because of his hands. That was a fair point, I sure as hell wouldn't want some-one else hearing me.
Slowly I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, trying to offer some form of support. If she wasn't scarred for life then she would get over it, after all, didn't she expect this to happen at some point?
"I don't know, maybe it could give her some tips?"
I was met my Gold's icy cold stare which made me realise that the joke was bad. Shrugging weakly I forced a smile.
"...it was a joke..."
"Yeah, but I suppose we can't hide in here forever," Gold mumbled, moving away from my shoulder and allowing me to see his face once again. The red hue had died down but I could still tell he was embarrassed.
As he shuffled to the edge of the bed my eyes never diverted their gaze not even for a second. They stayed glued to his slim figure as he stood up, allowing me a perfect view of his butt. My eyes widened but then out of sheer respect I decided to look at the back of Gold's head instead.
My God...he had such a cute butt...
I shook my head, trying to remove those incriminating thoughts as he started to look through his chest of drawers for something clean to wear. No such luck for me, I had left my rucksack downstairs.
Fuck... my... life.
As the dark haired boy retrieved a pair of shocking blue boxers and placed them on the bed my eyes couldn't help but read the white writing that covered the garment. And I ended up reading it aloud...
"...horny like a wolf?" I mused, looking at the blue boxers with a raised eyebrow.
Gold turned to face me, then back to the garment that sat in front of me. He shrugged and then smiled, that lovely mischievous smile that wreaked havoc with my insides.
"Well... I was last night," He teased, winking at me before returning to the search for the clothes. That was so true, and even if the garment was a little 'out there' secretly I liked it. Now I wished I had some comical boxers...
I stayed in the bed, keeping everything concealed from view. Even though Gold had seen it all before it was just natural for me, I couldn't just parade around in the nude! Even if Gold would have loved that.
"...don't you think we should shower or something?" I suggested, feeling slightly dirty after what we had done. Gold paused and turned to face me, which immediately made my face redden.
God... had he no shame?
"Well I don't own a shower, I only have a bath,"
How could I listen to any of the words that came out of his mouth when he was standing stark naked in front of me, giving me the best view I have ever seen in the morning?
Shaking my head slightly I rubbed my face, trying to fight off the tantalising images that returned to haunt me.
Fuck...it was way too early for this...
"That will be fine.." I croaked out, wondering if Gold noticed my actions, and why I was behaving like a complete and utter idiot. Thankfully Gold turned around again, giving my heart a chance to calm down.
"...so you want to have a bath with me?" He muttered whilst continuing to search for clothes. I shrugged, not really minding, after all how bad could it be? Even though I had never bathed with anyone before.
"Well... considering having a shower is out of the question I don't have much of a choice, do I?"
I heard him chuckle as finally he managed to find something suitable to wear. He decided on a plain blue t-shirt with short sleeves accompanied by loosely fitted white shorts, that would barely reach his knees. I had no idea what I would wear considering all my clothes were downstairs...
"We also have a small problem..." I added in, watching as Gold sat on the edge of the bed. Large golden eyes looked at me expectantly.
"What's that?"
"...all my clothes are downstairs."
I wished that in the heat of the moment my brain actually kicked in and made me remember! Stupid fucking hormones! He smirked playfully, obviously pleased with the image of me sitting around naked because he refused to get the rucksack for me.
"Well isn't that a shame?" He teased.
Frowning I folded my arms, knowing that he was going to be a complete and utter dick now, just to laugh at my misfortunes.
"Fuck you Gold!"
His eyes sparkled with the intent to cause some kind of mischief, whether that was running around the bedroom with my boxers or what. I just knew he was up to no good.
"...yes please." He teased once again, bobbing his tongue at me.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance and turned away from him. At least the old Gold was back, even if he was a complete pain in the ass. No pun intended. As my back faced the dark haired boy I felt his arms wrap around my neck pulling me backwards so I ended up lying on the bed yet again.
"Sulking won't get you anywhere, you know?"
His voice was playful, like he was taunting me, and in haste I swiped at his arms that were coiled around my neck.
"Piss off Gold! That is the last time I fuck you!"
As those words passed my lips his arms immediately went limp, allowing me to sit upright again. And then the whining and begging started,
"What? Oh come on Silver! You can't blackmail me with that!"
Combing my fingers through my hair I sighed. Yes I fucking could!
"...you started this! Laughing at me, and taunting me. God, you can be such a prick sometimes!"
As my eyes spotted him over my shoulder, large eyes staring at me I turned away, refusing to look at him any longer.
"Awww, well that's just too bad,"
I heard the bed shift, obviously Gold was getting up once again. Then he walked so he was heading towards the door, which lay right in my line of vision. As he sauntered past me, holding his clean clothes in one arm he shot me a cheeky smile.
"I guess I'll just have to take a bath all on my own then,"
With a wiggle of his eyebrows he left the room, leaving just me all alone with my own demonic thoughts for company. Closing my eyes tightly I tried to breathe properly.
Fucking Gold! How dare he do this to me!
Placing my hands to my face I opened my eyes, wondering what the hell I should do next.
Should I follow him? Was he implying that I follow him? Man, I didn't know anything any more.
Sighing heavily I combed my fingers through my hair, trying to figure out exactly what Gold meant. Was this a subtle hint for me to go with him? Or what if he genuinely didn't want me there? Biting my lip I decided that just sitting around moping about it wasn't going to solve anything, so nervously I stood up feeling so very exposed right now, and made my way to the open door.
Sadly for me the bathroom was located across the hall so that meant I would literally have to sprint out of the room in-case Gold's mom was lurking around. The thought of her appearing and seeing me in my birthday suit wasn't what I wanted right now. Peeking out from behind the door I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. Now the chances of her appearing at exactly the right moment were very slim, but still there was a possibility.
Grumbling under my breath I noticed that the bathroom light was on and Gold's voice radiated out of the room. It seemed like he was singing or something. Now I needed to find out what was going on.
Cautiously I stepped out of the room, feeling a slight chill attack my bones as I rushed towards the bathroom door. Once I reached the door safely I exhaled, feeling a wave of relief flood throughout my body. With a gentle push the door swung open and begrudgingly I trudged inside.
Gold sat there, surrounded by a mountain of bubbles in the bath, golden eyes looking at me with a curious interest. As I closed the door behind me I noticed he kept his eyes focused on me, on my face, and then they wondered lower. I watched as a pleasing smirk washed over his features.
"I thought I said I was going to bathe alone," He toyed with me, stretching his body out in the water so one of his legs protruded out of the bath, sexily flashing the smooth honey coloured skin. I swallowed hard, trying so hard not to get an erection because damn it would be noticeable.
"Shut up, I needed one too!" I defended, walking towards bubble mountain with Gold laying right in the centre of it. His hands cupped together, capturing some of the bubbles before childishly blowing them in my direction.
"You could have waited until I was done," Gold retorted, moving his legs slightly so I could get in the bath with him. When I settled my body in the water I hissed at the temperature.
Fuck it was hot! How was Gold not boiling right now?
After a lot of huffing and puffing I finally managed to sit down, legs moving either side of Gold. He smiled at me innocently, playing with the bubbles that surrounded us. He could be such a kid sometimes.
"What's with bubble mountain?" I enquired, flinching every time Gold blew bubbles in my face. As he splashed around in the hot water he answered me;
"Now, come on Silver, a bath is not a proper bath without bubbles!"
Oh, was that so? Using my own hands I managed to capture some, and then forcefully blew them in Gold's face, watching as some of them clung to the tip of his nose. He blinked wildly for a few seconds before laughing uncontrollably. I watched as he ignored the fluffy substance that lingered on his nose, maybe he hadn't noticed?
"You have bubbles on your nose," I pointed out, smirking.
Gold's eyes tried his best to see the tip of his nose only giving the appearance of looking drunk, and I swear it made me laugh. It was so fucking stupid. Eventually he managed to wipe them off, trying his best to scowl at me.
"Hey, no fair!"
"You created the bubbles in the first place!" I remarked, feeling the smoothness of his legs against my own. He shrugged weakly before resting his forehead against my chest.
"I wish... this could last forever."
As my arms came up to embrace the dark haired boy I wondered what he meant, this moment, or us?
"What do you mean?"
As his own arms wrapped around me, gently rubbing circles into my back he sighed.
"Being with you like this...but I know it won't."
The side of face now pressed against my chest as we embraced, feeling the water gently lap against our sides. It was true, I couldn't promise it would last forever but I wanted it to. I wanted Gold to always be happy, he just didn't seem the same when he was unhappy.
"How do you know it won't?"
Large golden eyes looked up into my own as his whole face seemed to just crumble right in front of me. Was he really that worried over me?
"Do you really think destroying Cyan will be that easy? Do you really think he hasn't planned any of this out?! He is trying to kill you, Silver!"
The last words Gold cried out, closing his eyes as he buried his nose into my chest, arms tightening around me. Nuzzling into his dark hair I sighed. Maybe that was what he told Gold, but I wasn't going to let that happen. I was stronger than Cyan I knew that, so if he tried anything I would be ready. Only Gold didn't seem as confident as I was.
As I embraced him I felt his chest heave painfully against me, like all the pain and suffering was causing his body to implode on itself.
"I will do what I have to do... I made this mess, so I will be the one to sort it out."
Weak fingers desperately clawed at my back as Gold tried to get closer to me, if that was even possible. One minute he was all flirty, and now he was feeling down and depressed. Why was that?
"Just...be careful... please." Gold begged me, his face moving so he could look at me. I nodded weakly, not wanting to see that look in his eyes any longer.
"Okay... I will, now can we please not talk about this any more?"
A small smile crept across his face as he nodded. I didn't want this subject ruining my mood, or this moment. I had never bathed with Gold before, and to be honest it wasn't so bad.
We bathed fairly innocently after that, only allowing our dirty minds wonder when we would take turns washing the other, but that soon passed. It was actually quite peaceful doing this, something that was once alien to me. I reckoned I should bathe with Gold more often.
He was the first one out of the bath, quickly wrapping a towel around his waist while shaking his wet hair in the same way a dog shakes it's fur. Right now I couldn't exactly go anywhere, my clothes were downstairs.
"Can you get my rucksack for me?" I asked, watching as Gold eyed his reflection in the mirror curiously, before smiling cheekily.
"Go and get it yourself, what did your last slave die of?"
I rolled my eyes, before placing a hand to my head. Was he is really just trying to be annoying?
"Gold.. I can't go into the living room naked! What if your mom is there?!"
He turned to face me, and then shrugged half heartedly.
"Well that's just too bad,"
I watched as he bobbed his tongue at me, and for that instant I wanted to rip it out of his throat! Bastard. I had to think of something to come back with, something that would make Gold think twice about the decision he was making. Then it hit me.
"Fine...I'm banning sex starting from now."
Gold's eyes widened as his mouth went limp. I had a feeling that would work.
"Hey! That is not fair!"
"So is refusing to get my rucksack," I returned, lying back in the water so my hair floated amongst it's depths. He sighed, and ran a hand through his mop of wet hair.
"This is so fucking unfair!"
I smirked, closing my eyes briefly while I just absorbed all the frustrated grunts and sighs that escaped into the open air. It was so pleasing to my ears.
"Fine! You fucking win! I'll go and get your stupid rucksack,"
As I cracked open one of my eyes I could see Gold drying off using the towel, mumbling incoherent words under his breath. Ah, it felt good to win an argument for once. The dark haired boy got dressed quite quickly before giving me an annoyed glance, then he left the bathroom in haste.
Releasing a soft sigh I allowed the warmth of the water wash away any of the negative feelings that coursed through my mind about today's upcoming events. There was no way to avoid this situation, it was set in stone, all I had to do now was find out where he was. Cyan was clever, devious and sneaky so finding him wasn't going to be easy.
Unless he wanted me to find him.
The bathroom door swung open to reveal Gold standing there, wet hair clinging to the sides of his face as he slammed the rucksack down on the cold marble tiles. He was obviously unhappy with me right now, but he would get over it soon enough.
Sitting upright in the bath I watched as Gold sat down on the toilet seat, huffing and puffing in annoyance.
"I am so glad my mom didn't catch me doing that,"
"Doing what?" I questioned.
Golden eyes stared at me for a moment before he looked away.
"Getting your rucksack! I didn't want her asking me twenty questions about what happened last night!"
I honestly didn't think of that. Weakly I shrugged, as I reached forward and pulled the plug from the bathtub. It made a horrible gurgling sound as the water started to disappear.
Standing up I felt a frightful cold shiver dance down my spine, and Gold seemed to notice right away. He grabbed one of the towels that sat comfortably on the warm radiator and passed it to me, without uttering a word. I accepted it graciously, wrapping it tightly around my waist as I stepped out of the bathtub. The towel was lovely and warm, so nice in fact it caused a soft sigh to escape my lips.
"So, what was your mom doing then?" I asked, reaching out for another towel to dry my hair off with. Gold tapped his foot absent-mindedly against the marbled tiles as he spoke.
"Cooking breakfast I suppose."
Now why the sudden change of heart? Was she planning to poison my food or something to make sure I wouldn't be able to deflower her son ever again? It seemed a likely scenario.
As I scrubbed my hair with the towel I watched Gold intently, once again that sorrowful look appeared in his eyes and I just knew it was about today's events. He was worried, and it was so obvious.
"Why would she do that?" I asked.
Gold shrugged.
"I don't know, maybe she has come round to the idea. Or maybe she is trying to blackmail me with pancakes,"
Once my hair was sufficiently dry enough I started to rummage through my rucksack. The main objective was to try and find a pair of matching socks, which right now seemed to be the hardest thing in the world. How did I always end up losing only one of them?
"I bet she didn't even know it was you last night because of the haircut," Gold stated as I managed to find one black sock, and started my search for another.
"Maybe, but still my face hasn't changed or anything."
"You know what my mom is like, it takes her forever to remember some-one's name, let alone how they look."
That was a valid point, and Gold was like that sometimes.
Finally, after literally emptying the rucksack's contents all over the tiles I managed to find that one elusive black sock. It didn't take long to find the rest of the clothes I wanted to wear, and I settled for a plain black loosely fitted shirt, and black jeans. Well, I liked the colour black.
"I still don't think she approves of me trying to have sex with you on her sofa." I commented, as I adjusted the black shirt on my shoulder's before buttoning it up. Gold shrugged, head in his hands, watching my every move.
"I don't think anyone would approve of that, but once I tell her we weren't doing anything she will be fine. Just wait and see!"
I didn't understand how the dark haired boy had so much faith, but instead of protesting I just stayed quiet, figuring I should trust him for once. I pulled on my black cotton boxers, quickly followed by the black denim jeans, earning a shake of the head from Gold.
"Seriously Silver, don't you own anything that isn't black?"
"Honestly? No." I shot back, buttoning up the garment before adjusting them and flattening any creases. He sighed.
"Do you have a phobia against colours?"
"No, I just like dark clothing. Is that such a crime?" I remarked coldly, picking up the towels that lay on the floor and returning them to their place on the radiator to dry off. The dark haired boy shook his head, as golden eyes burrowed deep into the very core of my soul.
"Well, I suppose it wouldn't be you if you were walking around in bright yellow t-shirts or anything." Gold joked, chuckling the mental image was amusing to him.
Rolling my eyes I quickly shoved the remaining clothes that were on the floor back into the rucksack and slung it over my shoulder. As Gold stood up I gave a swift nod of my head.
"Shall we make a move then?"
"I guess we don't have a choice, do we?"
The living room was shrouded in this intoxicating aroma that smelt like a combination of cake mixture and butter. Still, it wasn't a horrible smell, it just smelt like home. It was weird.
I placed my rucksack down on the carpet, just in front of the sofa as Gold sauntered past me into the kitchen. Obviously he wanted a private conversation with his mother so I made no objections. Cautiously I sat on the sofa, grabbing the remote that was laying on the coffee table.
Switching the television on I wondered what kind of programmes were on in the morning. Crystal used to complain all the time about morning television, and how they were mainly about middle aged women gossiping about how horrible men were, or DNA tests to find out who was the father of their baby, and so forth. I honestly tuned out every time she spoke of it, but now I was beginning to understand her complaints.
Why on Earth would people take time out of their days to go on a programme just to find out who the father of their baby was? Why didn't they just keep it in their pants for once?
Sighing to myself I rested my head back against the cushions, hearing faint sounds of talking. It was Gold and his mother, and no raised voices were heard so perhaps the conversation was going smoothly.
"Mom...I am sorry about last night," I heard Gold's small voice.
There was a pause.
"I am sorry too dear, its just... after everything that you have been through I have been so worried over you."
I zoned out from the annoying brash voice of a teenage girl, desperately claiming she only slept with one man and that he was the biological dad, to the more interesting conversation between mother and son.
"I am fine mom, honestly...I couldn't be better!"
"Is it because of that boy?" She asked, and I felt goosebumps erupt over my pale skin for a moment. I hated people talking about me.
There was another pause.
"Yes mom, it is. Do you.. think it's wrong?"
My eyes diverted to the direction of the kitchen, not able to see anything right now. They must have been out of view.
"I will be honest with you dear, it isn't what I had in mind for you. But, if this is what makes you happy then... who am I to deny you of that?"
At that moment I smiled. I couldn't help it. She was willing to put aside her negative feelings just so her son could be happy? I had never known that before, especially with my family.
My dad would have gone spare, and he probably would have called me Silvia for the rest of my wretched life...
"He does...I am happy with him,"
"Then that is all I need to know."
It felt like a massive weight had just been lifted from my shoulder's. At least I knew I wasn't going to be kicked out of the house or anything, but still, maybe I should apologise for what I did?
"But Gold... please try to control yourself. I don't want to see you two trying to have sex on my sofa ever again. Do you understand?"
"Yes mom, I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
I really wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. Truthfully I didn't know why I found it all so amusing, maybe it was just the way she said it?
"I am just glad you are back to your usual bubbly self, I never want to see you so depressed ever again. If that boy is the cause of your happiness then...I will try to accept it as best as I can,"
That smile lingered on my face because for once in my stupid wretched life I felt important. I was the one who was making Gold happy. I was the one who made his heart flutter whenever he cast eyes on me. That was something to be proud of.
"Thanks mom,"
My eyes flickered back to the television set watching some tall man dressed in black read out the DNA results, and what a surprise it was. Turns out the girl was lying and the guy she was with wasn't the dad to her child. What a plot twist! Then there was a big uproar involving the guy shouting and screaming, only to be hauled away by big burly security guards. Man, this show sucked.
"What are you watching?" Gold's voice entered my ears as he sat beside me. I shrugged, not really taking an interest in this stupid programme.
"I now understand why Crystal hates morning television," I commented, watching as the girl wailed like a baby, claiming that the DNA test was wrong. What an idiot.
"She complains about it but watches it anyway, I really don't understand that girl sometimes," Gold mused, chuckling softly.
But wasn't I doing the same thing right now? The curse of morning television.
I turned to face the dark haired boy, noticing that his hair was starting to dry and pieces of it had curled softly around his face. In this light he could be called cute and it would have fit the description perfectly.
"Neither do I, anyway is everything cool with your mom?"
Gold nodded, a large smile smothering those features. It was so nice to see him so happy, so at ease and I knew somewhere deep inside that smile was mostly likely going to fade again, at some point.
"She is fine with it, as long as we don't trying fucking on the sofa again,"
Well obviously, I think I learned from my mistake.
"At least she isn't going to kick you out."
Gold chuckled, playfully hitting my arm.
"My mom isn't that much of an ogre you know! She was just worried over me because I haven't been myself lately...you know, when you left?"
I looked away briefly, my eyes diverting to the carpet. That was one thing I would regret forever. I never wanted Gold to suffer because of me, yet I succeeded in doing just that.
"I am sorry,"
"It's okay, I understand now. I guess...I punished myself because somewhere inside me I blamed myself for losing you,"
Frowning to myself I wondered why Gold blamed himself for this, all this was my fault not his. It was all my fault Cyan had this grudge against me and wanted to destroy everything good in my life.
"Ah, hello there!" Came the melodious voice of Gold's mother, who sauntered into the living room.
Her amber eyes never left mine as a look of concern flashed across her face for a moment, before she smiled. Gold and her had the same smile, and it warmed the core of my heart.
"Hey," I mumbled, not quite knowing how to have a friendly conversation with Gold's mom. She clasped her hands together, releasing a puff of white dust into the air. Probably from the baking or whatever it was that she was doing.
"Are you hungry?"
Was she talking to me?
I glanced at Gold for a moment who edged me to respond. After some thought I decided that the idea of her putting arsenic in my food was ridiculous.
"Yeah, a little."
Gold smiled at me as his mom nodded quickly before escaping into the kitchen once again. I sighed, talking to Gold's mom was actually harder than I thought. What if she thought I wasn't good enough for her son? So many questions wreaked havoc in my mind, which caused me to place my head in my hands. Gently Gold rubbed my tense shoulder.
"What's wrong?"
"What if your mom doesn't think I am good enough for you?"
Golden eyes widened at my question before he chuckled.
"Don't be silly Silver! She would never think that! You are making me happy, so in her eyes that is more than enough."
I sure hoped so.
My eyes flickered to the television screen to watch an advert that caught my attention. It was about people who were suffering from schizophrenia and the major signs to look out for. The word delusions came across the screen and suddenly I had this horrible headache consume my brain cells.
Delusions...how would anyone know if they were seeing delusions? To them it would seem real! Now this just confused me even more.
"You just need to relax a little, and forget about this whole Cyan situation." Gold remarked, his hand still steady on my shoulder. He was right of course, perhaps over thinking about the situation wasn't doing me any favours right now.
"I know... I know," I mumbled, watching as the advert came to an end, sending a horrible cold shiver down my spine. For some reason it just freaked me out.
Imagine if you had that problem? How would anyone cope with it?! Deep inside I was grateful I only had Cyan to deal with.
Soon after that conversation had ended both Gold and I were summoned into the kitchen, where a plate full of pancakes awaited us. To tell the truth I had never actually ate pancakes and usually lived off toast or cereal for breakfast, so it was a nice change.
And what was even nicer was the fact the three of us conversed politely around the dining table, not raising a voice or knocking anything over in rage. It was something I was not used to.
Breakfast when I was a child involved my dad throwing plates at my head whenever I wouldn't eat all my food, and then ordering me to clean up the mess. So, this was a complete contrast. And I loved it.
We talked about many things, about Gold's habits and how long I had known him, to where we saw our relationship going and did we both want that in the future. Gold had seemed shy to speak about it at first so I decided to confess. It was something that had once crossed my mind, but ever since the Cyan issue I just thought it was nothing more than a dream. But maybe when all this was over that could be something to look forward to.
Gold's mom smiled at the both of us when we talked about our childhood and how Gold used to piss me off all the time with his stupid phoney voices, and childish pranks. Apparently that was just how Gold rolled, according to his mom.
Then the conversation moved on to our reunion at the Pokemon Centre and how somehow Gold managed to make a perfectly clean conversation sound dirty. I watched as she laughed every so often along with us, while we bantered. Gold of course would protest and say it was all my fault, and that I knew damn well what I was doing. Then I would going all prissy on his ass and demand he apologise to me for saying that, and the cycle would never end. But everyone seemed happy, and there were no negative feelings around the dining table, even after breakfast was finished.
As Gold's mom collected the plates I heard a soft ringing sound coming from the living room. It sounded like the phone.
"I'll get it!" Gold practically sang as he bounded out of the kitchen like his life depended on it.
What was it, another prank call?
As I poked my head into the living room I watched as Gold snatched the phone from the hook.
"Good morning! This is the Sausage Filling Factory, what can I do for you today?"
Cringing I seriously hoped it wasn't anyone important, and at least it wasn't me this time. His face contorted from a smile to deflated when he obviously realised who was calling.
"Crystal?! Shit... sorry! Yeah, it's out of habit you see. What? Yes, I am fine stop worrying over me!"
I leant against the wall, watching as Gold started to pace around the living room, phone pressed up against his ear as obviously Crystal demanded to know literally everything that was going on. He flinched involuntarily when her voice raised in pitch.
"Calm the fuck down will you?! Yes, Silver is right here!" He bellowed, indicating to me with his hand.
"What? You're...not serious!"
I straightened up when I saw a look of desperation on Gold's face.
What had happened? Was it Red, did something happen?
Golds eyes flickered to me for a moment before returning to look at the floor.
"Okay, yes...I'll tell him. But keep out of it Crystal, I don't want you getting involved with this,"
And now the gears of my mind started to fit into place. It had to be about Cyan, it just had to be. Why else would Gold tell Crystal to stay out of it. Oh well, the dream was nice while it lasted.
Gold said his goodbye's and placed the phone on the hook, sighing deeply as he combed his fingers through his hair.
"It's about him...isn't it?" I mumbled, trying to stop my voice from completely failing me. As large sorrowful golden eyes stared into my own he could only muster a weak nod.
I knew it! But how did Crystal know where he was?
"Where is he?"
There was a pause, like Gold didn't really want to tell me his whereabouts.
"He is not too far from here...apparently Crystal saw him heading towards Cherrygrove City,"
So, Cyan knew where I was and was coming to get me? Well, if that was how things were meant to be then I had no choice. Folding my arms I chewed the inside of my lip in thought. So was he definitely heading to Newbark Town?
"Is he coming here?"
"According to Crystal he is already on his way...somehow he knows you are here."
Clenching my hands into fists I decided that I needed to leave as soon as possible. I didn't want him knowing where Gold lived in-case he wanted to cause trouble. I had to lure him away from the town if only to ensure Gold and his mom stayed well out of it.
I slipped my shoes on, preparing myself for today's events.
"I have to go,"
As I walked past Gold he held my arm softly.
"Wait! You left your Pokeballs upstairs!"
I sighed heavily, knowing he was right.
"Yeah,"
"Wait here and I'll get them."
And with that said Gold ran past me to make his journey up the stairs to his bedroom. Running my fingers through my hair I wondered just how close he was. And how the hell did he know I was at Gold's house. Biting my lip I found myself wanting to punch something, anything.
This was too soon, I needed more time. I wasn't ready!
Closing my eyes briefly I took a deep breath to steady my nerves.
Get a grip! I could do this! It was only Cyan, I could do this!
The next sound I heard was footsteps hammering down the stairs as Gold came rushing into the living room, out of breath. He handed me my Pokeballs cautiously before taking a huge gulp of air.
"Just...promise me you'll be careful,"
"Am I anything but careful?" I mocked as I shoved the Pokeballs in my pocket.
He rolled his eyes and forced a smile, but I just pretended not to notice. Subconsciously puffing my chest out I decided it was now or never and started to make my way to the front door.
As my fingers danced over the handle I paused. Gold trusted me, he believed in me to do this for me, and for us. What if I failed him? Furrowing my brow I shook my head before opening the door slowly.
"Silver!" Gold's voice called to me just before I left, causing me to spin around to face him. His whole face lit up like he was the only light source in the room, and his eyes sparkled with tears that threatened to fall from them.
"I love you,"
I smiled weakly, feeling my heart flutter delicately inside my chest. And I loved him, so much it hurt. Nodding weakly I decided that I might not have the chance to ever say this, to actually confess that I loved him too. So, I told him.
"I love you too, Gold."
And before he had a chance to reply I was out of the house like a bullet, closing the door swiftly behind me.
The morning air was chilly and positively spring like. It was strange considering it was meant to be the middle of summer, but still being pleasantly cool wasn't something I hated. Inhaling the morning air I decided to think about my next course of action.
Where would Cyan be lurking?
I sighed heavily, feeling the cool breeze tousle my hair before it disappeared into the atmosphere. Clenching my hands into fists I took a deep breath before walking away from the safety of Gold's house, and out into the wilderness that was Cyan's awaiting trap.
I made my way towards Cherrygrove City just like Crystal had said. If Cyan was around then he wouldn't be too far from there. Swallowing hard I could almost feel the heat radiate off my partners, like they were right there with me, ready to fight. But even though I had their support I didn't want them to get hurt either, but Cyan was leaving me with no choice.
As the grass crunched underneath my feet I noticed a short cut to Cherrygrove City. It was a dimly lit alleyway that no-one ever seemed to use. If I cut through there then getting to Cherrygrove would be a lot easier.
So I made my way through the thickets and foliage and headed towards the opening of the alleyway.
I was immediately met with the horrible intoxicating stench of sewage water and rotting food as I stepped foot inside. It was making my stomach knot violently with nausea. Then I heard a squelch underneath my feet. Looking downwards I noticed I had just trodden in what looked to be excrement of some kind, and immediately felt my stomach flip inside me. Closing my eyes briefly I shuddered and continued walking through the slime infested alleyway.
"Hello, Silver,"
A horrible chilling voice caused me to stop and face the direction. In the dim light I could barely make out a silhouette, leaning against the wall, tossing something up and down only to catch it again. But that voice I knew immediately and instinctively I straightened up. There was no way he was going to catch me off guard, not this time.
"Cyan."
The sound of his name dancing off my tongue sent a horrible shiver running down my spine. I knew why he was here, so why was he merely biding his time? His dark figure moved away from the wall and started to walk towards me.
"I had a feeling I would find you here," He toyed with me, his voice having an undertone of disgust. I clenched my hands into fists, preparing myself for any of his attacks.
"Why are you even here Cyan?" I challenged, my voice echoing off the empty ill omened walls.
He chuckled darkly until his face became illuminated by the natural light that flooded in through a crack in one of the walls. His eyes were darker than I remembered and dark circles encased them, while his face was gaunt and fragile just like Gold had been. His arms were skinny and looked like they would snap if I merely touched them.
"I am sure you know exactly why I am here, you will not get away with what you did to my little brother!"
I moved so my back was pressed against the wall. Cyan neared me, smiling a smile the devil would be proud of. His dark hair hung in thick tresses around his face, only stressing the evident cheek bones even more. I smirked, trying to hide my apprehension as he neared me.
"Give up Cyan, you have already lost."
Then he bowed his head and started to laugh. I watched every move he made, keeping my eyes focused when he moved away from me, laughing like I had told him the funniest joke in the world. Then cold dark emotionless stared right into the very heart of me.
"You are right Silver... I have lost."
My eyes widened at hearing those words. Was he being serious? Then that blood-curdling smile smothered his malignant features only to suddenly rip my whole world apart yet again. Once again he neared me, his body language giving off this threatening aura that I just couldn't shake off.
"I lost...the moment my brother ever met you... I lost...when you told my brother to stop being a trainer... I lost...when he decided to take his own life by overdosing on a bunch of pills,"
His face became dangerously close to mine as his eyes narrowed.
"I lost...when you killed my baby brother!"
His hand grabbed my wrist harshly, pushing it up against the wall. My eyes focused on his, seeing that sickness and evil had literally eaten him away from the inside, and now all I saw was this horrible demon, trying to destroy my soul.
The grip on my wrist intensified as I hissed. Even though he was so skinny he had some strength in those bones.
`"So why don't you fucking kill me and get this over with?!" I spat angrily, feeling my heart quake inside me. His face morphed into a heart wrenching smile.
"Now why would I do a thing like that?"
He was toying with me, messing with my head.
His other hand came up and cupped my chin, tilting my head to the side so his eyes could drink in this image of me, fragile and helpless right now. Biding my time was something I was never good at.
"Isn't it what you want?"
Cyan shook his head slightly, admiring the look on my face before he let go.
"Killing you would never suffice, it would never truly satisfy my burning desire for revenge,"
I blinked, feeling my heart race inside my chest.
So, he didn't want to kill me?
"So...what do you want?!" I demanded, as I managed to struggle free from his death hold on my wrist.
Once again he laughed, a manic laugh that bounced off the walls like a banshee's wail.
"I will destroy EVERYTHING you love!"
I swallowed hard, still finding myself backed up against the wall while Cyan paced back and forth, hand to his chin, thinking.
"Now... the question you will have to ask yourself is...who will I target first?"
I stiffened, knowing there were only a few people who Cyan would target, and he had already tried to kill one of the people I knew.
"Why? Why did you attack Red?!" I shouted, demanding answers.
Cyan's emotionless eyes glanced at me for a moment before snorting at my question.
"He was a complication, always in the way. I had to get rid of him,"
"What, by smacking him over the head with a cricket bat?!"
My voice raised in pitch as I felt my Pokeballs twitching in anger in my pocket. Soon I would unleash hell on this prick, and there was no way he was getting out of this alive.
I moved away from the wall slightly, watching as Cyan continued to glare at me like a hawk, his expression never changing.
"I couldn't have him telling you my plans, he had to be disposed of,"
I closed my eyes briefly, feeling an overwhelming surge of anger rush through me.
How dare he talk about Red like he was a nobody! Red was the fucking champion!
"Too bad for you he is still alive, and I swear... when he gets out of there you will wish you were never fucking born!"
Cyan laughed and it caused every cell in my body to shudder violently. Why was that laugh just so unbearable?
"I have a feeling he won't ever be coming out of there, in fact, I would almost bet on it."
That was it, I couldn't hold it any more.
Angrily I lunged at the dark haired boy, coiling my arms around his neck tightly, trying to squeeze the life out of him. His fingers dug into my skin, making me hiss in pain but I refused to let go. Strangled whines escaped his throat as my arms pulled tighter with all the strength I had.
This little bitch was going to fucking die!
Then I felt a sharp elbow pummel into my ribs, knocking the wind out of me. Coughing slightly I let go of the dark haired boy, watching as he stumbled to the ground. Grunting I rubbed the area he jabbed, hoping to God it wouldn't bruise.
"So violent aren't we Silver? Too bad your dad didn't knock some sense into that dumb brain of yours,"
I froze, my eyes widening as I beheld Cyan's demonic figure rise from the ground like some kind of otherworldly creature.
How the fuck did this guy know about my dad?!
Gritting my teeth I tried to ignore the burning hot sensation that threatened to unleash itself from within.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" I screamed at him.
He smirked and went to lean against the wall, arms folded.
"Touchy subject is it?" He taunted me, raising an eyebrow in sheer disgust.
That was it, I didn't want to hear any more of this bullshit!
Grabbing a Pokeball from my pocket I released the first thing that came to hand. And as the bright light faded I noticed I had chosen Gold's Typhlosion. He snorted and puffed out a circle of smoke at Cyan before standing beside me, looking ready for the battle.
"You better fucking be ready for this you asshole, this shit is about to get real!" I challenged, hearing Typhlosion roar in agreement.
Cyan sighed as he shifted from the wall, not looking intimidated in the slightest.
"Do you seriously think you can beat me? Wow, you're even more deluded than I thought,"
"JUST FUCKING BATTLE ME!" I cried out, stomping my foot as Typhlosion did the same.
Once again Cyan rolled his eyes and pulled out a golden looking Pokeball from his belt. With a smirk of his mouth he threw the ball into the air only to reveal a Blastoise. My mouth dropped open.
Crap! A water type?
"As you insist, but you won't beat me with puny Pokemon like that, and to make it fair... let's use only two Pokemon,"
My fists trembled with rage.
How dare he insult Gold's Pokemon! They were stronger than my own! And he was going to find that out the hard way!
Deep inside I tried to rack my brains for any attacks Typhlosion might know, after all, I wasn't used to having fire types. But I had to have faith in him, just like Gold did in me.
"Blastoise hit that wimp with a Hydro Pump!" Cyan cried out, pointing not at Typhlosion but at me.
Wait... what?!
I watched as the large turtle Pokemon got it's cannons ready, taking aim before giving a giant roar and allowing gallons of water to blast in my direction.
Eyes widening I thought to myself this wasn't right! Why was he attacking me?!
As the water neared me I cringed, covering myself as best as I could with my arms, waiting for the onslaught. Only it never came.
"Phhhlooooo~"
Opening my eyes I saw that Typhlosion had stood in front of me and was trying to deflect the water backwards with his arms. He was struggling, and slowly losing his footing on the soft ground. Over the surge of the water I heard Cyan laughing like the maniac he was.
"You idiot! Do you want to get your Pokemon killed?!"
I cringed, hearing Typhlosion's wail as the water started to weaken him. Blastoise didn't show any signs of letting up and deep inside I wondered if Gold had told him to do this.
Did he tell Typhlosion to protect me?
I wanted him to stop and just let it hit me, but he wouldn't. He was determined, I could see it in his eyes.
Standing up tall I decided to try to do something, anything.
"Typhlosion, use Smokescreen!"
And as if by magic the whole of the alleyway became shrouded in this horrible thick black mist which was choking to some degree. I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face and I only hoped Typhlosion was okay.
"Blaaaasssst!" Blastoise cried as something went crashing into the ground.
I didn't know who it was and immediately my heart started to quicken in my chest.
Please... don't let it be Gold's Pokemon!
Then I saw a flash of light as a burning ball of fire cascaded down the alleyway before crashing into something solid, once again hearing a wail from Cyan's Pokemon. Was Typhlosion doing this all on his own?
"Ah! Blastoise! Don't aim at me you idiot!" Cyan cursed, and I wished in this smoky haze I could find him and murder him, but no such luck. He was on the other side of the battlefield, far away from me.
Then another flash of fire emerged from the haze only to crash into what I assumed was Blastoise. Gold had trained him so well.
"Phhhlllooooo!" He cried frantically, alerting me immediately.
What did that mean?! Was he hurt?
Coughing violently I tried to see through the dark mist, I wanted to know he was okay. How could I tell? Then I ducked suddenly, barely avoiding a blast of water that was aimed at my head.
Shit, that was close!
"Typhlosion use Double Team!" I commanded, remembering that Gold had used this move previously. Even though I couldn't even see him I had a feeling combining these two attacks would make him literally invincible, or at least hard to hit.
"You little shit!" Cyan cried, as Blastoise's Hydro Pump continued to miss, hitting off the walls that surrounded us.
I smirked, actually not believing Typhlosion had an advantage here. Thank God Gold had taught him so well.
As the sounds of Pokemon fighting echoed off the walls I had started to noticed the smokescreen was finally dying down, allowing me to see more of what was going on. Typhlosion continued to barrage the turtle with Flame Wheels, causing him to get disorientated and dizzy as he followed his blurred image.
It was working!
"Blastoise focus!" Cyan commanded.
The smirk never faded from my lips as again and again Typhlosion charged into the water type, until eventually he fell to the ground with a crash, eyes lolling around in confusion.
Everything went silent as we just watched the defeated water type, and I honestly could not believe Typhlosion did it!
"Phhhlllooooo!" He cried loudly, releasing a blast of flames into the air in victory.
Cyan growled in annoyance before returning his Pokemon to his Pokeball.
"You were lucky that time...I went easy on you," His voice was threatening, and then I saw that horrible devilish grin that literally tore my insides apart.
My eyes looked up at the fire type, watching as it panted for air. He must have really fought hard to win that one. But I was proud nonetheless.
One down, one to go!
"But there is no way you will defeat this one,"
Suddenly the air seemed to get colder the longer we stood around doing nothing, and the hairs on my arms started to stand on end. Cyan clicked his fingers, allowing the sound to resonate off the walls. I watched him intently, wondering what his next move was.
A blur of darkness rushed past me only to reappear at Cyan's side. My mouth hung open limply as the image that stood before me just could not be real.
What my eyes saw was none other than Gold, standing right in front of me, large golden eyes draining me of life. Typhlosion's face softened as he saw the image of his trainer, and I just had this God awful feeling something wasn't right.
"G-Gold?" I choked out, wondering if all of this was just an illusion.
He smiled at me, the same beautiful smile that made my insides ache. He didn't speak, just smiled at me and now I wondered what had Cyan done to him!
"What the fuck have you done?!" I cried at the dark haired boy, who simply waved off my protest.
"I have done nothing, I am merely demonstrating my partner's powers."
So, this was... a Pokemon? How was that even possible?!
Even Typhlosion looked confused, but he never let his guard down not once. Then Gold's smile faded into this horrible evil grin that chilled me to my very core.
No...it wasn't him...it wasn't!
"Time to reveal just what you really are!" Cyan called out, and I watched as the body that was Gold transformed into a small black fox with striking blue eyes.
What sort of Pokemon was this?! It certainly was not native to Johto or Kanto, or even Hoenn!
The fox, although it was cute was obviously powerful considering it just changed into Gold without hesitation. I watched as Cyan knelt down to gently stroke the fox's ears, and it was the only time I had seen him look like he actually cared about something.
Only that didn't last for very long. Once he stood up again that demonic stare returned.
"This is a Zorua, the master of illusion."
Swallowing hard I wondered how I was supposed to fight this thing! I had no idea what type it was or what attacks it had! How did this guy even have something like that?!
"Phhllloooo~" Typhlosion grunted angrily, stamping his foot into the soft ground.
He wanted to fight again, I could sense it. Biting my lip I couldn't even come up with a strategy here.
How was I supposed to fight something I knew nothing about?!
"Zoorrr~" The little fox purred cutely, giving off the impression that it wouldn't harm a fly, only I knew that looks could definitely be deceiving.
"So, are you going to use Typhlosion again or are you going to use something else?" Cyan challenged me, his expression never changing.
Deep inside I wondered. Typhlosion was injured from that last fight, and if I used another one then it could give me the advantage... some-one I trusted, some-one who I had faith in. There was only one Pokemon that fit that description. As my eyes looked into the large fire type's I smiled weakly.
"Trust me on this, let me use my own partner."
He nodded weakly before emitting a circle of smoke through his nose.
As I returned Gold's Pokemon back to his Pokeball I sighed softly. I would be eternally grateful for all his help. And now I had to fight this battle head on, using the one Pokemon who was my closest friend.
My hand reached into my pocket retrieving the ball and as I threw it into the air I called out;
"Go, Sneasel!"
My trusted ice type appeared in a flash, claws fanned out, ready for battle. Zorua's face crinkled in disgust for a moment before returning to a neutral expression.
"A Sneasel?!" Cyan mocked, laughing after his words. "...the same filthy creature who destroyed my brother's Rattatta!"
It was true, Sneasel had defeated him and it was fucking easy too. I smiled and folded my arms, knowing that she was geared up for the battle and I wanted nothing more than to watch her slice that pathetic fox open.
"And the same creature who is going to destroy you!"
"Sneeee~!" She cried out, immediately lunging towards to black fox.
Luckily for me Sneasel seemed to get a lot of her personality traits from me so she would never back down, no matter how the situation looked.
I watched as she knocked the fox off it's feet and they both scuffed along the soft ground, emitting a puff of dust. When the dust cleared I noticed she had managed to grab the fox by the throat, almost choking it.
"Ice Punch!" I commanded, watching as she swung her clawed hand back as she got ready to strike the dark fox. Only things were never going to be so simple.
Within a flash Zorua had transformed into a Sneasel as well, and the transformation stalled my partner, allowing the attack to miss completely.
"What? How is that even possible?!" I cried out, watching as both Sneasel's wrestled for dominance, clawing at each other and screaming battle cries.
Cyan smirked.
"Zorua is capable of many things, a trainer like you is too weak to understand the true power of what it can do."
Those cursed words rung in my head like a bell chiming.
'Weak', my dad used to call me that all the time, he used to tell me that things that were weak never got anywhere in life, including weak Pokemon, and for some time I had believed him. Until Gold taught me the error of my ways. Maybe Cyan was the same in that respect?
Snapping out of my thoughts I watched my Sneasel stand up, panting heavily as she faced opposite the imposter, claws fanned ready to strike.
How was I supposed to win this? Did Zorua know her attacks too?
"Zorua, Agility!" Cyan called out, and my eyes widened when the image of the imposter Sneasel just became a blur, so I knew she would struggle to hit her opponent now.
As she aimlessly tried to pinpoint where the black fox was suddenly she was smashed in the face with a clawed limb, sending her flying across the floor.
"Sneasel!" I cried out desperately, watching as she weakly stood up, shaking slightly but seemingly okay.
"You are more pathetic than I thought," Cyan scoffed, smiling that horrible devilish grin that I just wanted to smack off his face.
Feeling a feral growl erupt in my throat I decided that perhaps I needed to play dirty here.
But what kind of strategy could I use against this... thing?!
"Snnneeeee!" She cried out in protest, before fanning her claws out once again.
The imposter seemed fine, standing tall and completely unharmed while my own was battered and bruised, but still okay. How long could she keep this up?
"Quit stalling and make your move!" Cyan growled at me, raising his eyebrow in delight at my misfortunes.
As I turned to face Sneasel I had to think.
She knew Rock Smash, would that be a good choice? But what if she missed again?! God... my head hurt.
Large eyes stared at me and just nodded, she had faith in me, so I needed to do the same.
"Sneasel smash that imposter with Rock Smash!" I commanded, watching as she leapt into the air, preparing to strike down Cyan's partner.
Zorua smiled, until a shock wave of black dust emitted outwards, hitting Sneasel straight on, knocking her once again to the floor.
What attack was that?! I had never seen that before!
"What the hell was that?!" I cried out, watching as my beloved partner struggled to get up off the ground, her limbs trembling with every attempt.
"It's Zorua's signature move called Night Daze, of course some-one as pathetic as you are would never understand how powerful it can be,"
I gritted my teeth, feeling so guilty right now.
Sneasel was in pain and it was all because I couldn't fucking fight this thing! The imposter stood composed, arms folded, waiting for Sneasel to make her move. I doubted she could even stand let alone attack any more, and to be honest I didn't want her suffering.
"Snneee~" She murmured weakly, collapsing to the ground again before attempting a second time to stand. Cyan merely laughed at her actions.
"Like Pokemon... like trainer it seems."
"Shut the fuck up you bastard!"
I clenched my hands into fists, trying to think of something, anything that would get me out of this mess.
"Now... you have made me angry." Cyan murmured, so matter of factly, before waving to his Pokemon.
As his eyes diverted from me for a second I had a feeling he was up to something. Then with a click of his fingers and a smirk of his lips Zorua faced me, the same evil glint in it's eyes.
Was he... going to attack me now?
As I watched that black shock wave come charging at me, I just closed my eyes, not moving an inch.
I deserved this... it was okay.
And for that moment I felt at ease, I felt calm, until a heart rendering scream shook my insides.
"SNEEEEE~!"
I snapped my eyes open for a moment only giving me enough time to watch another shock wave cascade into Sneasel's body as she leapt in front of me to protect me. My eyes widened as the ice type was blown backwards from the attack into my chest, causing me to fall on the ground.
Her body heaved painfully as I gently cradled her in my arms, watching as her eyes weakly opened to look at me.
No... why did she...?
"You idiot!" I cried out to her, trying to fight the tears that threatened to fall down my face.
A small smile scarred her face as weakly she outstretched one of her claws to gently touch my face.
God...no, I loved her so much.. why did she do that?!
"You stupid, stupid girl!"
Burying my head into her chest I allowed myself to sob loudly, not being strong enough to hold back the tears. I held her tightly, feeling her breathing get shallower as time progressed, and for that moment it just felt like her and I were in the room, no Cyan... no nothing.
But when I pulled away to look at her face I only had enough time to watch her eyes close, and her claw fall from my face only to become limp and lifeless.
My whole body shuddered violently as I held my partner in my arms, empty and devoid of life. Fresh tears fell down my face as my eyes turned to where Cyan stood, arms folded, looking proud.
That PRICK! She wasn't...no...she couldn't be...dead...could she?!
I shook her softly, watching as her head lolled back and forth but nothing happened.
She.. risked her life for me...and now I was helpless.
"NOOOOOOO!" I shrieked loudly, holding her body close to me as I rocked backwards and forwards on my heels, not wanting to believe any of this.
This is not happening... this is not happening!
I closed my eyes tightly feeling my own tears splash onto her fragile body, dampening her fur.
This... was all my stupid fault...
I refused to let her go, even as Cyan approached me to obviously gloat about his victory. I didn't care about any of that any more, nothing else mattered.
Sneasel saved my life...and now... she...she was...
"DON'T LEAVE ME!" I cried out pathetically, tears streaming down my face as I cradled her body like a baby, not wanting to believe it.
She had always been there for me...never giving up on me even when I was horrible to her. And now... she had saved my life...no...this was all a nightmare!
A dark shadow overcast on me indicating that Cyan was kneeling down in front of me. I heard a soft sigh escape his lips.
"And now... you know how I felt... when my brother died,"
Blinking through the tears I glared at the dark haired boy, feeling this uncontrollable blood-lust flood my veins, consuming my entire body. I shuddered with power, with fear of what I could actually do to him.
I wanted to kill him... I wanted to FUCKING MURDER HIM!
"YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH, I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" I screamed at him, feeling my body tremble with adrenaline.
Murderous thoughts swamped my mind, thoughts of me strangling him, watching as he desperately gasped for air, or thoughts of me stabbing him to death with a knife. That was such a tempting image right now.
Slowly I placed Sneasel's lifeless body on the ground, giving her a small smile. She looked so peaceful, like she was sleeping.
My heart... why does it hurt?! SOMEONE STOP IT! MAKE IT GO AWAY!
Hands trembling I dug my fingers into the dirt desperately, trying to stop the tears but they just refused to stop.
Then I noticed something shiny out of the corner of my eye. It looked like a shard of glass, sharp enough to cause some damage. I quickly outstretched my hand, grabbing the hardened edge and pressed it roughly against my palm, feeling just how sharp it was.
I could easily murder the bitch with this!
As I held the glass shard in my hand Cyan's face softened for a moment. He gently allowed his fingertips to dance across my cheek, which made me flinch.
"This is a sadness...if you hadn't told my brother to stop being a Pokemon trainer...I might have actually liked you,"
His voice was soft, unlike the tone I was used to.
"...and you have just experienced what unconditional love really is."
I turned to face him, his eyes were lingering on Sneasel's lifeless body as a heavy sigh escaped his lips.
"What the fuck is that meant to mean," I remarked coldly, wiping my face with the back of my hand while the other still held the shard of glass.
Once again Cyan's face softened, like he was almost sorry for what he had done.
"Unconditional love is taking a bullet for some-one you love...protecting them no matter what, and that was what Sneasel just did. She took the bullet... for you,"
Squeezing my eyes shut fresh tears fell down my face and I sunk my teeth into my lip hard.
I deserved to die! WHY DIDN'T SHE LET ME DIE!
My heart felt like it was dying from the inside, bleeding out onto the cold soft ground below me. I wished it was, the pain might not have been so bad.
"No...I can't...I just...no.." I mumbled uncontrollably, shaking like a candle in the wind.
What was I going to do now? She was...dead...and it was all because of me!
Cyan sighed once again, his cold dark eyes burning into me.
"But of course this is not the end of it," He mused quietly, making me look away in sadness.
So killing my beloved partner wasn't enough for this sick bastard?!
My hand shook as the glass shard dug into my skin.
"You bastard..." I grumbled, feeling my voice shudder with every word.
He smiled, that same smile that chilled me to the core.
"You brought this on yourself Silver, if only you could have kept your trap shut none of this would have happened."
I knew it was my fucking fault! All of it! Breaking Gold's heart, causing Red's injuries and now.. the death of my beloved partner...it was all because of me...
I rested my head against the wall, tears still trickling down my face as my chest heaved painfully with every breath. In my mind I wanted to just strike out and stab Cyan with the glass shard, I wanted him to suffer. But I just felt weak, like I was nothing .
Everything was gone, everything I had worked so hard for..all gone.
Once again Cyan's fingertips lightly brushed my cheek, gently moving strands of my hair out of my face. I flinched slightly, hating the feeling that he gave me.
"If you weren't so pretty I would kill you right now," He said threateningly, his face becoming dangerously close to my own.
But I had no strength left any more, I felt useless and if he wanted to kill me I would welcome it with open arms. But he didn't.
He cupped my face with his hand once again, forcing my eyes to meet his.
"I don't care any more..." I murmured weakly, allowing him to admire the look on my face.
His features softened for a moment before the grip intensified.
"Death is too good for some-one like you."
I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing fresh tears to escape them. He was right, I didn't deserve to die any more. I deserved to live with this guilt for the rest of my miserable existence.
Cyan's grip on my face got harsher as he pushed it forcefully against the wall. I winced slightly but tried not to show any emotions that were ravaging my body right now. He didn't need to know that right now I felt scared, because that would make me weak. And I was not weak.
Then a pair of poisonous lips connected with mine harshly forcing my whole body against the wall.
I closed my eyes tightly, not wanting to feel this... or taste this horrible sickness that was slowly starting to consume me.
They were fierce, brutal, almost ripping the skin as his hand moved from my face to yank my hair. I hissed slightly and deep inside I wondered what the fuck was I going to do?
The glass shard felt cool in my hands and before I knew what I was doing I pushed Cyan away and lunged forwards, plunging the shard into Cyan's stomach before scrambling to my feet.
I hugged the wall in shock as I watched him groan in discomfort, black eyes glaring right into me.
"You...you..." He tried, looking down to see the blood start to seep through his clothes where the shard had struck him.
My whole body trembled as I watched the demonic creature fall to the ground, desperately trying to stand up. More blood was spilling out onto his clothes and the ground beneath us as he moved and soon his eyes were becoming half lidded, and his breathing was shallow.
Taking a deep breath I wiped my face with my hands, trying to get rid of this horrible taste, trembling uncontrollably.
Oh my God.. I just stabbed him...is he... going to die?!
Without knowing what else to do I returned Sneasel to her Pokeball and shoved it in my pocket before deciding to leave the alleyway. Cyan could stay here and die for all I cared.
But as I made my way to the entrance something heavy and sharp smacked me around the back of the head causing my legs to just give way underneath me.
As I fell to the floor I groaned, allowing a God awful headache to consume my brain before another strike hit me, and then everything went black...
Author's Note: And now a moment of silence for Sneasel please *SNIFFS* God...Cyan is such a bastard but is he dead too? And what happened to Silver?! :O It's tense shit! Find out next chapter and please read and review. It makes a girl very happy :)