If you guys are still reading this story I will love you forever. You don't know how sorry I am about the wait. I had more advanced classes than ever and it ate at my time and energy. I am going to work to push these out more frequently. This is more of a filler chapter but it shows a bit about Gold.
Music: Silver cannot understand all mons but Gold can. Silver understands the ones who let him understand. And we're hinting at Red here in this chappie... and I like torturing Green.
XXX- He has a bit of his protect personality but circumstances of living can change a person. Also, the Viridianshipping is not gonna happen, I will admit that right now on the reply. It's just Sneasel being a perverted jerk. And Bakutaro canonically is a boy, hence the -taro but in this she's Nina. And she's not happy. It's symbolism and a change to the plot.
Vanessa- Wow thanks! I hope you continue to enjoy it!
Reploid Cat- READ IT NAO! Just kidding take your time pal.
And with that... the chapter!
Chapter 8: Stuck in Time
"You're back!" Her voice lilted into his ears the second the illusion faded and Silver smiled casually. He felt the hug before he saw her, blonde hair against his chin. Did she realize how short she was? Puberty better hit soon or this was gonna get awkward real fast"You took a while didn't you?" she asked rhetorically, smiling gently at him. Gin grinned through her monster hug. They were the weirdest siblings ever, probably because they weren't related. It was why Silver didn't quite understand Sneasel and his perversion. He knew he would never see his best friend that way. Whatever, he had a weird weasel.
"Princess I'm glad to see you too," he said cheerfully. "But right now, we've got a little guy in pain." He held out the Pikachu, who had been surprisingly placid this whole time. Then again, it was semi-conscious, or unconscious now. The Princess' expression turned concerned, motherly. Gin secretly thought that was her default setting.
"What happened?" Gin shrugged, looking up at the frozen sky. The world they lived in had only two times: midday and evening. It had taken him forever to get used to the change in the outside world. Sneasel made fun of him for it. He picked up the weasel, letting him curl in his arms.
"I don't know," he admitted. "I'm not like you. I only understand my friends."
"Do you know anything," she joked gently, borrowing a line from their precious brother. The guy was a jerk, a lovable dude, but still such an asshole.
He winced and put a hand to his chest. "Ah why must he have taught you how to tease?"
"He taught you how to fight, or something," she reminded playfully, taking the Pikachu from his arms and hugging it gently. Yellow smiled miserably. "This poor thing… he was separated from his trainer." Her body glowed a soft golden color. Slowly the wounds began to heal. Gin smiled a little and shook his head.
"Whatever happened," he mused. "Someone's missing a Pikachu. Looks like I'm on a hunt aren't I?"
"We're on a hunt," she corrected mildly. "I am going with you this time."
Gin frowned. He wasn't worried about her physical safety. If there was one thing he was certain he could do now, it was protect her. That was the whole point of the promise after all, not love or something equally as silly. But her emotional safety was something he could not be sure of. You never knew the real world until you went there. "Princess…"
"This isn't because I'm a girl is it?" she countered before he could finish, causing him to snicker a little. Really, he had given up on gender discrimination years ago. Wearing a dress does that to someone of his nature.
"Hardly Princess," Silver replied lightly. "I'm just being the overprotective big brother I am and not wanting you to go out in the big scary world I just visited."
"That bad huh?" she asked dryly, leading him toward the tiny cabin where they stayed. "And I am older than you." Wherever they were going, they weren't going today.
"I sympathize with Nii-san," he began, following. "Only in body sis."
"That's definitely a bad thing," Yellow said softly and they fell into a deep conversation, not paying attention to the sight of a hopping Noctowl with a camera on one leg.
Gold was not a big fan of the whole pity party scenario. The way he saw it, it wasted time he could use training his Pokemon. However, there was no way he could pull himself to train now. Aitaro, now his best Pokemon again, was virtually useless, hand tail limp where he walked. It would need two more days for it to be fully functional again, along with the rest of him. He couldn't get Nyotaro out of his Pokeball, no matter how hard he tried. And that new Pokemon… Totodile or whatever it was called, pretty much ignored him.
So what else did he have to do but wallow?
That loss had been pathetic. That guy, Gin, or whatever the moron's name was, had completely beaten him. And he had seemed so easygoing about it. Of course he was, the fool was a normal trainer. He had no reason to fight, he could just travel around the region, calling his Pokemon friends and all that nonsense that had made him ill since he was eight and had… had what? Why couldn't he remember? What was so hard about remembering it? His head hurt and an image swam up in his mind, the vision of someone lying on the ground, the sound of a sigh, wistful and cold. Gold quietly bit his lip to keep the screams that were racing around his mind from bursting out. He was so deep in thought now, he didn't even notice Blue walking up behind him.
"So this is where you have been," she stated quietly. He jumped and turned, Gold's amber eyes alight with fear and anger. He hated being snuck up on.
"Go away," he snapped at her, pride wounded again . "I am not a child to be comforted."
Blue nodded but did not move. "You are a child, but I'm not going to comfort you."
"Are you going to scold me instead?" Gold bit out, glowering. It was just fake words, all of it. There was no such thing as friends. Bond were a lie. They were just a false comfort. Gold believed he lived firmly in reality
"No," she replied calmly from where she stood. "I am going to help you. Why did you reach for your Pokedex?"
"Information helps. It's an encyclopedia."
"It's your tool," she surmised, causing him to nod. "Are Pokemon your tools too?" He nodded again. She thought a moment. "To you I suppose they would be."
"What are they to you?" he asked, curious despite his anger. She made him think of himself, cold, wary, wild. She wouldn't trust anybody, absolutely could not. Yet Red and Green… there was something he was missing. It was the edge of his mind; almost something he could hold in his hands
Blue looked thoughtful a moment before a hint of a smile touched her lips. "They're my freedom. They're friends I hold deeply to my heart. They're my partners in battle." She looked down at Gold. "Have you ever thought of letting them be that way, partners, not friends?"
"Wouldn't that make them equal to me?" he couldn't help but sneer. Gold wasn't even sure if he could believe himself.
"Well, if you were a Pokemon," Blue commented quietly. "You'd be considered rather inferior. Gold stared at her blankly as she continued, as though talking to herself. "You have no claws or fangs to fight with, you have no attacks, and you bleed rather easily. You'd be dead in that world. So in a way," she brushed the folds of her dress down. "We're both useless in one way the world works. It's why Pokemon and humans work together. It isn't simply because we like each other. I doubt affection has to do with anything in the beginning. It takes accepting someone to like them. That's what I think anyway."
Blue shrugged at him, turning around. "Make sure you're back before dark. We have enough to do without searching for your corpse." She left him there, the boy more confused than ever before.
Green wished he wasn't known as an ice cube. Koga was standing there with a knife to his throat and he was expected to just stand there! Dear god, just who were these morons to need a damn demonstration anyway? He kept his face impassive regardless, not even letting his eyes betray his discomfort and honest to god terror. Well, he wasn't anymore. He survived Red, really. That was a horror unspeakable to any other man.
The ninja stepped back with a curt nod at last and Green breathed as unnoticeably as he could. Below the stage he stood upon, a large group of people burst into applause below him. Outwardly, he turned away as casually as always. Inwardly, he was screaming, struggling not to release Charizard and roast all the rotten bastards. They were Rockets for god's sake. Admittedly, they were discarded Rockets but his point was valid! Actually, didn't that make them worthless?
"So…" he began after a moment, the milling men and women below him. "Are we done here? Do I get to leave?"
"Not without a uniform," Koga replied promptly, eyes alight with humor. Green really wanted to curse Mew for returning the man's sense of humor. It was obnoxious.
"I refuse," Green deadpanned, walking out the door before anyone could stop him.
The yellow mouse stirred and found himself moving. Or someone was moving him. The Pikachu opened its eyes blearily and looked around as much as he could.
"Gin, he's awake!" The voice came from above, female and relieved. Was that Blue? No… Blue wouldn't have spoken at all, simply looked at him. Plus it was younger, happier. It reminded him a bit of Red.
Pika sat up, ignoring the pain that he was so obviously still in. "Where's Red?" he yowled, startling whoever was holding him. "What have you done with my trainer?" He couldn't see clearly yet but he sure could smell. And he smelled two unusual humans and their Pokemon to boot! "Tell me before I blast your brains out!"
"Woah, woah man chill out," He twitched his ears toward a drawling Sneasel, who was up in the air, likely sitting on the other human's shoulder. "My pals saved your rear end. And who the heck is Red? Is this his hat?" Pika could smell the hat on the Pokemon's head. "It's a cool one. Makes me feel all gangster."
"Sneasel, you aren't a gangster… whatever that is." The voice above him sounded reproachful and confused. It was that girl who was carrying him.
"I don't think I want to know Princess," came the mellow voice of the other human.
Pika was torn between screaming and attacking. A small, gentle hand rested on his head. "Just relax," soothed the girl. "It'll be okay. We're going to take you back to your friend. But you need to heal. So just go back to sleep okay? It'll be fine."
Pika felt himself growing drowsy as he asked. "Who… are you?"
The girl and boy looked at each other, he could tell. He could also tell they were smiling, perhaps proud of something. "I'm Yellow," the girl introduced. "And this is Silver. We're from Viridian."
Pika frowned as he drifted off. How had they known what he was saying… can't be…
The Pokemon fell into a deep sleep seconds later and Gin returned the fluttering Butterfree, clipping the ball back to Yellow's belt. The girl nodded sleepily. Gin shook his head amusedly.
"You are helpless sometimes," he told her as they ran. The sun was beginning to set outside of Olivine, bathing them in its light. Sneasel snickered as she let out a whine.
"You're so mean…" she mumbled, nearly falling over. Gin caught her and easily carried her onward.
"Come on Princess," he quipped as she snoozed. "Your Knight can't protect you with his hands full…"
"How long have you been sitting out here?" Crystal asked incredulously as she walked to the shrine. Gold shrugged and glared before turning back to his Pokemon. Nyotaro was exploring. He wanted to yell at the creature for being so lax while he was watching but the twelve-year-old couldn't find the energy. He couldn't find the energy for much right now, not even to get up and get food. He was almost grateful the pony-tailed girl had brought sandwiches with her. She sat down next to him and he scowled reluctantly.
"None of your business. And what are you doing here? I highly doubt you give a shit for my well-being."
"You're right, I don't. I want to leave without you and help the professor. Unfortunately," Chris sighed almost dramatically. "My good will prevents me from leaving someone to sulk, even someone like you."
"I don't have to take this," Gold growled, about to push himself to his feet, only for Chris to shrug.
"Yeah you don't, but by that it means it means I don't have to take your behavior either. "
"Look just get to your sappy friendship bullshit and leave me alone," the amber-eyed male sneered. Chris sighed a little.
"I'm not saying anything. You won't listen." The Totodile waddled up to them as they spoke.
"Why would I listen to someone as weak and stupid as you? You-" Gold cut himself off, knowing how damn hypocritical it would sound if he kept talking. Crystal watched him for a moment then sighed.
"I just wanna help," she began but Gold glowered.
"Don't," he huffed sulkily. "I can figure this out on my own."
"I think that's the problem," the blue-haired girl retorted before walking away. "You live on the planet with other people and their opinions Gold. Time to get used to it." Chris shook her head as she left, not hearing his reply. Was this what all rich kids were like? Boy was Chris glad her Mom had divorced.
Blue looked at the news impassively as Crystal returned. "Anything?" She leaned against the wall by the bed, her Ditto shifting all over the room like a twitchy jello cup. Her eyes remained on the screen, her only indication of noticing the girl was the slight lowering of the volume.
The younger shook her head. "No, he's still sulky."
Blue shrugged. "He's a boy. Those happen, especially when you lose." She saw the screen turn to a riot in Goldenrod. Blue frowned. Where had they sent Red and Green? Green was going back to Kanto and Red had been going to Ecruteak. She turned up the volume as the woman reappeared in front of the screen.
"… Witnesses report there were at least three civilians killed and fifteen injured in this fight… it was supposedly started by a young man and his Pokemon. The boy disappeared from the scene but witnesses described a black-haired boy with red eyes and a baseball cap…"
Red… Blue felt her heart thump in her throat. He just had the worst timing didn't he?
Gold found himself shivering. Aitaro and Nyotaro were curled up under a tree, the same one that weird ass Totodile was punching at and missing due to his large head. He wanted to go back to the Center but… something just didn't seem right. So he sat by the historical landmark and thought. He wasn't even thinking about the loss anymore. Gold just wanted to understand just what he was missing now, why he was being glared at for trying to make his Pokemon stronger.
His musing was interrupted by the glow of the shrine, light shining behind the doors. He stared up at it with wide, confused eyes. Whatever was happening, it was making his heart swell.
Damien watched this event with a crazed smile on his face. Well wasn't this just picture perfect?