Author's Note: Oops, looks like I went an added a second chapter to this one-shot xD that makes it a 'two-shot' right? Either way, prepare for some more mindfuck goodness, people~ Enjoy!

Chapter Two

It had been exactly two years, six months, five weeks, seven hours and thirty-five seconds since the last time Silver had last seen the fabricated, yet beautiful image of Gold. It had taken all of his father's strength to get the red-head through the devastating news. That the one person who he foolishly believed had been faithful, and loyal to him all that time, was nothing more than make-believe, conjured up from a diseased mind.

However, even though he repeatedly told himself that Gold didn't exist, and everything he thought had happened, in retrospect hadn't, somewhere deep inside his decaying mind, there was a spark of hope. Silver despondently enjoyed having someone around who always pestered him, who never gave up, and was there every agonising step through life.

Now, he had never felt so alone.

At the tender age of eighteen, the red-head was finally attempting to rebuild the fragile structures in his life once more. He now had a steady part-time job helping out at the department store in Goldenrod City, and his father had been kind enough to aid him in getting enough money to put a deposit down on a small apartment, close to the epicentre of town.

As usual, he lacked in social interaction, and any kind of bond with another human being, apart from his father.

He didn't want it.

His heart shattered that day when the truth crashed down upon him like a tidal wave, and broke apart existence, as he knew it. Gold was his stability, and with that now gone, it was excruciating to walk on his own two feet without assistance. Truth be told, even if Gold wasn't real, he missed him like a withered and dying flower misses the rain.

Things just didn't seem right any more.

As if a piece was missing from his mind, and over the years it had desperately attempted to conceal the empty void, only to fail, and end up back at square one.

Now, he was sitting by his bedroom window, silver irises absent-mindedly watching the raindrops hammer against the pane, urgently attempting to figure out the course of life. Without his father, he had no-one who gave a damn about him. He was all alone, and truth be told; it frightened him.

Over the time Gold had materialised, Silver had come to rely on his presence and overbearing attitude. The fervent and sombre days such as these plagued as a constant reminder to his solitude.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, as the red-head moved his figure away from the window, and sat down at his desk. He grabbed a pen from the drawer and a piece of paper. Whenever his thoughts became depressing, or solemn, he would write something down to ease that incessant pain that seemed to consume his brain willingly. There was only one person he would write to, even though he knew deep down inside it was in vain.

Gold,

It's stupid of me to keep writing letters to you even though you don't exist, but for some reason, I just can't help it. Every time I write to you, a small part of me lives with constant hope that I might see you again one day and that you are real. I want to see you again…somehow, even if you annoyed the crap out of me. I miss that.

You were the only proper friend I ever had…the only person who ever gave a damn about me. Now, you're gone, and Arceus…I can't deal with that. It's been two years, and I have missed you every single day. I need you back, so, please…come back. My father was wrong when he said you weren't real, right?

I mean…all those times we shared, there is no way I could have made all of that up! How could I have imagined someone like you? I am not that creative! I need you to prove everyone wrong, Gold. You always told me you hated people getting the better of you, so where are you now?

I want my best friend back, even though my heart has already convinced itself that it's too late. I don't want to believe that. I don't want to be alone forever…so please…come back.

I miss you so much….

Silver~

As soon as he finished the letter, and the pen willingly dropped from tired fingers onto the desk, his chest heaved painfully, and a never-ending sorrow of pain and anguish consumed the red-head for what seemed like an eternity.

XXX

Days past, and the suffering intensified.

His heart yearned just to hear that goggle-heads voice one more time or to hear one of his stupid jokes Anything. However, his prayers remained unanswered.

Every day went past as mechanically as the next, hours passing by as if they meant nothing to him. He was wasting his life away, waiting for a sign, anything to prove his sanity. Once again, he received nothing, and slowly the will to continue living in this wretched and cruel world was becoming too much for him.

However, one particular night tilted his world completely on its axis and opened his eyes a little. All hope almost lost, and the resolve to continue living slowly slipping from his grasp, the red-head closed his eyes in sadness, tears forming painfully, before agonisingly trickling down his cheeks.

It was then he heard it;

"Please don't cry…I hate to see you cry…"

Instantly his eyes opened, desperately searching for that oh so familiar voice in the darkness, the voice he had longed to hear for so many years. It caused his heart to swell in his chest, in both pain and excitement. Did he really hear Gold's voice?

"G-Gold…?" He murmured weakly, fingers incessantly wiping tear tracks from his flushed cheeks. And it was then he finally laid eyes on him.

Gold was stood right at the edge of his bed, his face pained with anxiety; an expression that seemed alien on his once carefree features. Silver tried to speak, attempted to tell the amber-eyed boy how much he missed him terribly and longed to discover answers to the thousands of questions that plagued his mind.

"I'm sorry Silver…I never meant to hurt you."

Just hearing Gold's voice, fresh and loud in his ears, caused the red-head to inhale shakily, his whole body trembling. Right now he wanted to lunge at Gold, to hold him desperately in his arms, just to prove that he was real. He didn't want ever to let him go again, because if he had to say goodbye one more time…he was sure his heart would shatter to a thousand pieces.

The amber-eyed boy gently eased his figure down on the bed, sitting upright, almost nervously. His eyes momentarily melted into pools of silver, before hesitantly flickering away. It was almost as if he were ashamed.

Without thinking, Silver struggled up into a sitting position, his eyes fused on Gold's figure, terrified that if he even blinked then the image would dissipate into the atmosphere, never to be found again. Nervously he shuffled closer, hoping that he could prove his father wrong.

Gold had to be real…he just had to be.

"…please…" He uttered weakly, a lump congealing in his throat, as he apprehensively outstretched a hand out to Gold's figure. "... don't leave me again…"

Amber eyes flashed with pain, as the redhead gently pressed his palm flat against Gold's arm, and exhaled shakily. He could feel warmth underneath his fingertips, but a part of him wondered if it was his own diseased mind tricking him into believing this.

"You know I'd stay for you, Silver…you don't have to ask me."

Closing his eyes, Silver allowed himself to collapse against Gold's body, feeling arms wrap around his shoulders, protectively. It was strange. Even if this wasn't real, right now, this was much better than any form of reality, a reality that Silver wanted no part of.

"I've missed you…so much." He uttered painfully, body heaving with sadness, and agony. His fingers gripped onto Gold's jacket, clutching at the fabric, imprinting every smell, every touch, and every word that emitted from the raven-haired boy. He wanted to burn it forever into his memory, to be able to replay any moment in time he so desired, just to keep the pain away, even if only for a minute or two.

"I've missed you too Silv like you wouldn't believe."

How was it possible that someone like Gold, was nothing more than a fabrication, conjured up from a diseased mind? The redhead could not believe any of this, and the longer he embraced the raven-haired boy, the more grip he was losing on reality.

"Stay…forever…" He murmured, eyes closed, not ever wanting to let the goggle head go. Saying goodbye a second time would destroy any ounce of sanity that remained intact. He would just exist, as a hollow and emotionless shadow of his former self.

"Silver…" Gold mused quietly, his voice laced with pain. "I'm not reality…"

"I don't WANT reality!" The reply was abrupt, even for the usual cold, indifferent redhead, as he felt his heart pound in his chest. Nimble fingers combed through his long hair, soothing the black-clad teenager down to a reasonable level.

"…I just want you…" Amber eyes shined with uncertainty, before glancing away. This was so hard, for both of them. Silver was losing the will to fight back, and this was his fault. The manifestations of a warped mind had led to something catastrophic.

"Okay…" Gold said in a hushed tone, pulling the other boy closer. "I will stay, for you."

XXX

Over the coming months, Silver's mental health deteriorated astronomically. He became borderline obsessed with Gold, and this only furthered his father's anxiety about the pressing issue.

This, in turn, led to the redhead being dragged to the hospital, and given regular check-ups on his state of mind, along with various pills to take every morning.

Of course, the teen was very uncooperative and refused to take the pills. Taking them would mean Gold might disappear forever again, and never return. That was something he couldn't handle. So, night after night, he flushed the pills down the toilet, watching as the water carried them away.

"It's okay…" Gold soothed, as his arms wrapped around the redhead's waist, resting his head gently on his shoulder. "…you're not sick, Silv. They just don't understand."

He was right. The world, his father included; had no idea about how he felt, or what he needed in his life. This was something he had to do because they gave him no choice.

"I can't let them take you away…." He muttered, eyes still staring at the toilet seat, unable to divert his gaze.

"Shhh…"

A soft kiss pressed against his cheek, and the redhead inhaled shakily. How was it possible to feel the softness of his lips, if they were not real? To feel the strength behind his arms, the warmth of his embrace- how could his mind do this to him?

"I-I…need you Gold…" He whimpered, feeling his body tremble with fear.

"Then, let's get away from here." Was the suggestion, and this caused Silver to close his eyes momentarily. The offer was so tempting right now. To just run away from it all, to be with Gold without fear of being judged, or being called 'sick'. It was his twisted idea of heaven.

"You mean…run away?"

"No one understands us here, we are constantly being judged…and for what? They label you as 'mentally unstable' Silver, are you gonna stand for that?"

Grey irises opened and sparkled with uncertainty. Running away, had it really come down to this? Was it the only way to ensure happiness? A soft sigh escaped his lips as he relaxed in Gold's arms.

"I will always look after you; you don't have to worry any more…" The amber-eyed boy's voice was soothing, and in turn, made Silver believe every word. Gold wasn't planning on abandoning him ever again, and even if the world didn't understand, he didn't care any more. Existing without Gold was unbearable.

"Okay…" The redhead muttered weakly, feeling a strong resolve swell within. "…tomorrow, we get away from here."

A small smile crept upon the raven-haired boy's lips and then dissipated as quickly as it arrived. He pressed a soft kiss against Silver's cheek once more, and lingered there, giving him just enough time to blush furiously.

"That's settled then…but for tonight; I suggest we enjoy our time together~" His arms remained snug around the black-clad teen's waist, pulling him as close as possible, so close that Silver was sure he could feel the rise and fall of his chest with every intake of breath. He shivered at the closeness, amazed that this was even possible.

Everyone continued to tell him that Gold was nothing but a figment of his imagination, so why could he feel him? Why could he hear the rise and fall of his breathing, the sultriness to his voice? Why could he feel his lips brushing against his neck, and the warmth he provided?

He had too much evidence to believe their malicious lies because that was all they were. Pure lies.

XXX

A gasp erupted from the flushed redhead's mouth, as weakly he covered his eyes with his arm, embarrassed at his own actions. All his senses were on fire, as if his nerve endings were ablaze, sending powerful surges of lava throughout his body.

His whole body was trembling with sheer lust, unable to suppress his heated desire any longer.

"G-Gold…~" He moaned lustfully, as the raven-haired boy peered up at Silver from his resting place between his legs. A smirk tugged at his lips momentarily, before once again he engulfed the redhead's member entirely. Gaunt fingers gripped at the bed sheets, twisting them out of shape, pulling desperately.

How could this not be real? He could feel everything that was happening to him, every languorous stroke of Gold's tongue against his shaft, how warm and wet it felt, and how slowly he was being pushed closer to the edge of oblivion.

His toes curled in delight, as he kept his arm over his eyes, concealing them from view. This was the first time he had been involved with any intimate acts like this, and he was embarrassed.

However, the feelings that were washing over him like a tidal wave were euphoric, and the redhead knew he wouldn't last long.

"A-aaah…~" He moaned again, back arching like a feral Meowth, as the raven-haired boy took him deeper into his mouth, moaning around his member. The vibrations caused Silver to gasp and whine in vain, his whole body trembling in anticipation. Gold's fingers danced up Silver's thighs until they reached his hips and held him in place.

The feeling of naked skin against his own; really proved to Silver that this couldn't be just a fabrication. Everything about this was very real.

How Gold's fingers gently squeezed his hips with every movement of his head, and how his expert tongue was driving him closer to the edge.

"G-Gold…aaahh…~!" He cried, surprised at his own voice, as he panted desperately. Even his legs were trembling, as the euphoria building in the pits of his stomach was starting to increase tenfold. More breathless whines escaped the redhead's throat as one particular suckle on the tender flesh caused Silver to tense up immediately.

It was coming, and he couldn't stop it.

"Aaah….G-Gold…I…I'm…gonna…~!"

He couldn't finish his sentence, before crying out lustfully, his whole body trembling as he climaxed. The amber-eyed boy remained unaffected and stayed there until Silver's orgasm had finally subsided. The other teen panted, body covered with a thin veil of sweat, as weakly he opened his eyes.

They melted into pools of amber, and without thinking, a smile tugged at his lips. He never expected to be intimate with anyone, but considering Gold meant so much to him, right now none of it mattered. His arm flopped onto the pillow, beside his head, as he attempted to regain his strength.

It was as if Gold had literally drained him.

"You're so noisy~" He jeered, smirking a little, as Silver weakly combed his fingers through his hair, his body entirely spent. Right now, he felt exhausted, and the option of falling asleep curled up in Gold's arms was his idea of heaven right now.

As he shut his eyes, still attempting to get his breath back, the redhead allowed his body, and mind to succumb to the overbearing fatigue, and at some point, unwillingly ended up falling into a comfortable slumber.

XXX

"No, I will not allow it!" The imperious voice of his father boomed in his ears, and the redhead flinched in response. His heart increased in pace, thundering angrily against his ribcage, as narrow gleaming eyes stared him down, keeping his body fused in place.

"B-but…I-I.."

"Never! Have you heard yourself, Silver?! This is preposterous! Insane, even!"

It seemed Gold had been right with his assumptions, not even his own father could understand his predicament, and even he judged his choices. Why was everyone so against Gold? The raven-haired boy had been a lifeline to Silver, so why was that deemed a bad thing?

"You are not going anywhere! Do you hear me?! You are to stay here, and when I return, we will have a long chat about this." With those words said, the tall and imperious figure of his father left the apartment, door slamming behind him.

A shaky sigh escaped Silver's lips, as his eyes downcast onto the carpet. Why had he been so stupid? Why did he decide to tell his father what he was planning? Did he foolishly believe that there was a shred of hope that someone would believe in him, and have some faith?

"I told you he wouldn't understand…" Gold's voice entered the fray, which caused the redhead to snap his head up quickly. The other boy was leaning against the wall, his posture seemingly relaxed, almost unfazed by the scene that just happened moments prior.

"So…what now?" Amber eyes appeared thoughtful for a few moments until his face contorted to a look of regret.

"We must leave this place, immediately."

"B-but…my Dad…he…"

"He is nothing but a complication," Gold interjected, his words cold and distant, which unnerved the redhead, but he kept his thoughts primarily to himself. "…he will just get in the way of us. You WANT us to be together, right?"

At that moment, their eyes met, and Silver became transfixed by the beautiful sparkling amber irises, that compelled him to comply with Gold's wishes.

"Of course, you know that…" He answered in a small voice, slowly walking closer to the raven-haired teen. His eyes hardened with distaste, as his lips tugged into a heart-breaking smirk.

"He must be eliminated." The fine hairs on Silver's body stood on edge as those words willingly escaped into the atmosphere.

Eliminated? Did that mean…?

"N-no…" The redhead muttered weakly, head bowed down, so his hair cascaded down and hid his face from view. "I…I couldn't…"

"It's either him or me, Silv. Your choice~" And as he contemplated his decision, he didn't realise that no matter what path he chose it would always lead to the road of ruin. All ways led to hell, and he was on a one-way trip.

XXX


Broken eyes stared into the free-standing mirror before him, glaring intensely into the pits of his soul. His whole body trembled with anxiety, and yet there was nothing he could do to stop it.

It was as if he were diseased somehow, unable to be cured, doomed to forever suffer this never-ending torture.

His cheeks were stained from where his tears had streamed down previously, leaving them in a soft red hue. Glassy silver irises were narrowed with pain, as they trailed down the image of his reflection, down to the knife that was held firmly in his hand.

Was this the choice he had made? Was this what he truly desired?

"Don't worry about a thing; everything will be fine." Gold cooed from behind, arms snaking around his waist protectively, like demonic Arboks, preparing to strike.

The redhead inhaled shakily, feeling his heart shudder painfully with every cursed beat. He couldn't help but feel apprehensive of his decision, but the longer he felt Gold's warmth surrounding him, the nerves soon dissipated into the atmosphere.

"I'm doing this for us…"

He uttered quietly, fingers digging into the cold blade. Gold nodded, pressing his nose against the redhead's neck affectionately.

"Yes, for us. You know I love you, Silver~" Hearing those precious words from the one person he adored more than life, and reality was music to his ears. Weakly he shut his eyes, intending just to feel Gold's presence. He was here, and that was all that mattered.

Then, he heard it.

The sound of the apartment door being unlocked.

His father was home.

"Remember…make it quick. I'll be waiting~" The amber-eyed boy cooed, pressing a soft lingering kiss against his neck, before pulling away, and leaving Silver alone with the twin demons of his mind. He paused for a moment to collect his nerves, inhaling deeply.

"Silver?" His father called out, and that was it.

It was now or never.

There was no time left to waste. He needed Gold in his life, and no matter what, he was going to make sure that he never uttered the words 'goodbye' ever again.

XXX

Everything happened so fast, that it just seemed like nothing more than a sick and twisted nightmare, that he would soon wake up from.

Only that didn't occur.

Even when he furiously scrubbed his hands clean of the red liquid that stained them, things were still failing to register. He was trembling, scrubbing hastily at the stains, breaths hitching in his throat.

The knife was quickly discarded into the nearby trashcan, covered in the red liquid, and still, things seemed surreal. As broken silver irises watched the water wash away the sin, he exhaled deeply, almost painfully.

Fingers gripped the sink for dear life, as weakly his gaze rose up to the mirror just in front of him.

His eyes were encased in dark, lifeless circles; his skin was pale and almost translucent. He looked sick as if he were literally dying from the inside. Weakly he bought his hands to his face, attempting to wipe away the decay, only it was in vain.

He was a monster. His reflection showed nothing more than an abhorred wretch, doomed for eternity. He just murdered his own father, in cold blood, and now things were finally starting to make sense in his mind.

"Now we can finally be together." Gold's voice entered the equation, instantly calming the redhead. Before he was consciously aware of it, the amber-eyed boy was at his side, smiling in a comforting manner. Silver forced a smile back.

This was what he needed to do, right? To keep Gold in his life, sacrifices needed to be made.

Then, his body jolted in shock when the sound of the door being unlocked and opened entered his ears. Someone was home. How could that be? And then realisation hit.

Shit! His father's body was in the living room!

Without thinking, the redhead rushed out of the bathroom, and into the living room, ignoring Gold's presence for the first time in forever.

When he got there, his eyes widened in both shock and fear. The body of his father that had once been unmoving on the carpet was now gone, and the rug was back to its normal colour and not stained with blood. Panic struck the redhead, unsure of what was going on.

He killed him! So why was he not here? Had he just injured him, and he managed to get out?

"You can't do anything right…can you~?" A voice jeered, and involuntarily Silver flinched. That voice…no…it couldn't be. Weakly he turned to face the direction and saw Gold standing in the doorway, a wicked smirk smothering his features.

He seemed…different.

"Wh-what…?" Then, suddenly, the redhead groaned, a sudden surge of pain hitting him in the stomach like a bullet. He stumbled a little, unsteady on his legs, as amber eyes burned into shimmering silver ones. That smirk remained, chilling his down to his core.

No…this wasn't right…

"You just had to mess EVERYTHING up, didn't you?!" He cried, anger fuelling his usually jovial voice. This caused the redhead to tense in fear, and before he was consciously aware of it, he had dropped to his knees, tears stinging his eyes, and his chest heaving with pain.

"N-no…I-I…"

"You're poison…you ruin EVERYTHING!"

Helplessly he covered his ears, trying to block out the voice, and attempting to ignore the overbearing pain in his stomach. He couldn't understand what was happening.

Why had Gold changed like this? They were going to run away…and be happy.

"St-stop…!" He cried out, before gasping in pain, and clutching at his stomach with his hand desperately. The raven-haired boy just stood there, merely watching the scene unfold. The disease of his mind had fully taken effect it seemed.

His whole body trembled under pressure, and when he pulled his hand from his stomach, he noticed that it had become stained red. Then he realised that the red liquid was blood, and he was bleeding.

Weakly he gazed down, noticing that right under his left rib was a stab wound, and he was bleeding through his clothes.

"I…I don't understand…" He murmured, tears welling up in his eyes, as his hands trembled in fear. How had this happened? He killed his father! He saw him die with his own eyes!

So, why was he bleeding?

"It's the only way we could be together…" Gold's voice returned to a soft tone, and his eyes were pained with sadness. That devilish smirk had gone, now replaced by a sorrowful smile.

Nothing made sense right now. The redhead wailed in sadness as the bleeding intensified along with the pain.

"Don't worry…I promised I'll never leave you. I meant that." Weakly, Silver fell to the ground, fatigue starting to seep into every core of his body. He was too tired to fight it; he wanted to slip away peacefully.

This life couldn't contain him any longer. Here he was judged for just wanting to be loved.

The pain continued to get increasingly worse as he lay on the floor. His eyelids started to get heavier and heavier with every cursed breath. Slowly he was beginning to slip in and out of consciousness, but instead of being terrified, he was surprisingly calm.

This was the only way, now he and Gold could be together forever, and there would be nothing and no-one that could tear them apart.

With that thought in mind, a small smile tugged at his lips, as his eyes closed slowly, and his last breath escaped his lips and out into the atmosphere.

XXX

Fin~