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A Pokémon Heart Gold/Soul Silver Story
Chapter Twenty-Two
Quick Feet
Silver's legs pounded heavily on the pavement, a welcome retreat from the shifting sand he'd been running on, and he stopped a moment to catch his breath. Where the hell had she gone? He stopped to clear his mind and remember what had happened...
"What?" he asked, looking at Soul.
She stood statuesque and rigid, her face flooding with color. Then, out of nowhere, she took off, flying toward town as quickly as her legs could take her, Chocobo clutched tightly to her chest.
What the hell was her problem? She had said something, and then boom, off she ran, without so much as an explanation. What sort of game was she playing at? In this chilly weather, with a storm rolling in, he wasn't in the mood for hide-and-seek. Growling a bit, he took off again to look for her in the harbor town, grabbing at a stitch in his side. She was going to pay for making him chase after her.
Red shoes beat against the cobblestone over and over again, punctuated by gasping, raspy breaths and dry coughs. The harbor was full of people milling about, mostly boat owners checking how their vessels had fared in the previous night's storm and re-securing them for the one that was to follow. How could she have been so stupid! Without even realizing it, the words just tumbled out of her mouth; she hadn't even been paying attention. Even worse, she'd been so embarrassed with herself that without even giving Silver time to react, she'd followed her first impulse and ran away. Should she stop and try to find him? Maybe he hadn't heard her. But if she went back, she'd have to explain why she ran off. Regret washed over her in waves, and she coughed and sputtered, her throat dried out from the chilly air. Everything had changed. That sarcastic, playful-banter-filled rapport she'd built over the past week, no, over the entire time she'd known Silver, was all gone, in that one instant when those words left her mouth. She was going to tell him how she felt one day, but...but not like that! Not so suddenly and harshly and casually...The ideal she had in her head was shattered, and the thought that she couldn't take those words back ate away at her. She found herself running without any idea of her direction, weaving through the crowd with her chin buried into Chocobo's head feathers.
Silver swore as he leaned on his knees, panting and coughing, small puffs of steamy breath dissipating all around him. The surrounding air was charged and heavy, and the temperature was dropping rapidly. If he got caught in the coming storm just because she wanted to play games...Why had she taken off, anyway? She'd been saying something and had stopped mid-sentence, so he never fully understood what she'd said. He straightened and tried to remember, replaying the conversation in his mind. One word stuck out. "'Crush...'" he muttered. He tossed the word around in his head. What could she possibly...?
His eyes widened a bit. She didn't...She couldn't mean...
Suddenly, everything came into focus. The odd behavior, the awkward silences, her sudden interest in wanting to travel with him...Soul, she...she liked him. In a way he never figured a girl would. His feet moved on their own, taking him past the docks and into the heart of town. Why...Why had he not noticed? He shook his head. No...it's not like he was looking for that sort of thing in her. Not to mention he never expected it of her. After all, even he admitted that he wasn't the nicest person to be around. So why? Why?
"Fuu, it's gonna be a nasty one, Chari," a girl said to her starter Pokémon, a Charizard, who'd been waiting outside the PokéMart for his master. The young trainer adjusted the plastic bags in one hand to the other and checked the PokéGear on the lanyard around her neck. "Blehhh, and it's still so early in the day..." She patted her Charizard's head. "But it can't be helped. I can't take you flying in this kind of weather. Besides," she said, indicating the bags in her hand, "I got us plenty of snacks, so we can hole ourselves up in our room back at the Center." Tugging at the yellow knit cap on her head, she set off for the Pokémon Center, her Pokémon happily following suit. They rounded a corner just in time for another girl, carrying a small Pokémon in her arms, to bump into Chari, and the girl fell over backwards on the ground.
"Holy crap, are you okay?" the female trainer asked, extending a hand to the fallen girl.
The brunette on the ground looked up, her face drained of emotion and zombie-like. The blue-haired girl in pigtails was giving her a concerned look. She looked rather "sporty," in her black stretch pants with a yellow accent along the outside legs, red tanktop, and white short-torso jacket. "I...I'm all right," she said, accepting the girl's assistance.
"Next time, you should try watching where you're going, huh?" the girl said with a sympathetic smile. "That way it's harder to bump into people."
"Soul!"
The brunette froze, and her already pallid face lost a bit more color. Slowly, she turned, and, as she suspected, her fears were realized. Silver stood behind her, panting in smokey clouds, his shoulders heaving. His face was hard to read; was he angry, upset, or concerned? She couldn't pick out just one emotion. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. However, to her surprise, the girl beside her spoke instead.
"...Sil-Sil?"
Selected quote from the next chapter:
"Don't mind me, I'll just be standing right here, talking to myself."
A Pokémon Heart Gold/Soul Silver Story
Chapter Twenty-Two
Quick Feet
Silver's legs pounded heavily on the pavement, a welcome retreat from the shifting sand he'd been running on, and he stopped a moment to catch his breath. Where the hell had she gone? He stopped to clear his mind and remember what had happened...
"What?" he asked, looking at Soul.
She stood statuesque and rigid, her face flooding with color. Then, out of nowhere, she took off, flying toward town as quickly as her legs could take her, Chocobo clutched tightly to her chest.
What the hell was her problem? She had said something, and then boom, off she ran, without so much as an explanation. What sort of game was she playing at? In this chilly weather, with a storm rolling in, he wasn't in the mood for hide-and-seek. Growling a bit, he took off again to look for her in the harbor town, grabbing at a stitch in his side. She was going to pay for making him chase after her.
Red shoes beat against the cobblestone over and over again, punctuated by gasping, raspy breaths and dry coughs. The harbor was full of people milling about, mostly boat owners checking how their vessels had fared in the previous night's storm and re-securing them for the one that was to follow. How could she have been so stupid! Without even realizing it, the words just tumbled out of her mouth; she hadn't even been paying attention. Even worse, she'd been so embarrassed with herself that without even giving Silver time to react, she'd followed her first impulse and ran away. Should she stop and try to find him? Maybe he hadn't heard her. But if she went back, she'd have to explain why she ran off. Regret washed over her in waves, and she coughed and sputtered, her throat dried out from the chilly air. Everything had changed. That sarcastic, playful-banter-filled rapport she'd built over the past week, no, over the entire time she'd known Silver, was all gone, in that one instant when those words left her mouth. She was going to tell him how she felt one day, but...but not like that! Not so suddenly and harshly and casually...The ideal she had in her head was shattered, and the thought that she couldn't take those words back ate away at her. She found herself running without any idea of her direction, weaving through the crowd with her chin buried into Chocobo's head feathers.
Silver swore as he leaned on his knees, panting and coughing, small puffs of steamy breath dissipating all around him. The surrounding air was charged and heavy, and the temperature was dropping rapidly. If he got caught in the coming storm just because she wanted to play games...Why had she taken off, anyway? She'd been saying something and had stopped mid-sentence, so he never fully understood what she'd said. He straightened and tried to remember, replaying the conversation in his mind. One word stuck out. "'Crush...'" he muttered. He tossed the word around in his head. What could she possibly...?
His eyes widened a bit. She didn't...She couldn't mean...
Suddenly, everything came into focus. The odd behavior, the awkward silences, her sudden interest in wanting to travel with him...Soul, she...she liked him. In a way he never figured a girl would. His feet moved on their own, taking him past the docks and into the heart of town. Why...Why had he not noticed? He shook his head. No...it's not like he was looking for that sort of thing in her. Not to mention he never expected it of her. After all, even he admitted that he wasn't the nicest person to be around. So why? Why?
"Fuu, it's gonna be a nasty one, Chari," a girl said to her starter Pokémon, a Charizard, who'd been waiting outside the PokéMart for his master. The young trainer adjusted the plastic bags in one hand to the other and checked the PokéGear on the lanyard around her neck. "Blehhh, and it's still so early in the day..." She patted her Charizard's head. "But it can't be helped. I can't take you flying in this kind of weather. Besides," she said, indicating the bags in her hand, "I got us plenty of snacks, so we can hole ourselves up in our room back at the Center." Tugging at the yellow knit cap on her head, she set off for the Pokémon Center, her Pokémon happily following suit. They rounded a corner just in time for another girl, carrying a small Pokémon in her arms, to bump into Chari, and the girl fell over backwards on the ground.
"Holy crap, are you okay?" the female trainer asked, extending a hand to the fallen girl.
The brunette on the ground looked up, her face drained of emotion and zombie-like. The blue-haired girl in pigtails was giving her a concerned look. She looked rather "sporty," in her black stretch pants with a yellow accent along the outside legs, red tanktop, and white short-torso jacket. "I...I'm all right," she said, accepting the girl's assistance.
"Next time, you should try watching where you're going, huh?" the girl said with a sympathetic smile. "That way it's harder to bump into people."
"Soul!"
The brunette froze, and her already pallid face lost a bit more color. Slowly, she turned, and, as she suspected, her fears were realized. Silver stood behind her, panting in smokey clouds, his shoulders heaving. His face was hard to read; was he angry, upset, or concerned? She couldn't pick out just one emotion. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. However, to her surprise, the girl beside her spoke instead.
"...Sil-Sil?"
Selected quote from the next chapter:
"Don't mind me, I'll just be standing right here, talking to myself."
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When Two Are One 25
Her eyes went to the majestic design of the Tubeline Bridge. Harsh sounds of trains echoed from below her feet. One hand moved to the back of her neck, fingers gently rubbing the sore parts of her muscles. “Okay then…” With a sigh breaking the silence around her, White dug her hands inside her satchel and took out the Light stone. It was still covered by N’s handkerchief, protecting it from dirt – but not protecting her from the friendly reminder.
A breath sharply taken through her nostrils, she removed the soft material and focused her attention at the Light Stone. “So…” Awkward buzzed
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When Two Are One 21
Why…?
That single word haunted his mind ever since they’d left. That single word enraptured his brain, tangling it with memories that shouldn’t exist. The torn photo was gripped in his hand, fingers unwarily clutching the piece as if he was clutching his own, tattered heart.
He saw her face, her smile. He saw her hope that brimmed inside the picture. Her smile was so beautiful, that he would never lie – not even to himself. Her cheeks were rosy red in the picture, giving a natural shade due to the event. She looked as if she was glowing, her expression radiant to an extent where joy could actually be define
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50 Days :: SoulSilver
Day 1
Dull yet calm gray eyes strained, the boy's red hair blocks his view of the frosted window in front of him. He didn't need to go through this, he constantly told himself. Any normal child his age would walk in and ask. Ignoring the sensation that someone was watching him, he knew that he was far from normal.
Day 2
He smirked at the fact that his task was so easy. Not even bothering to take a look at his "newly-obtained" partner, the red-haired boy easily made his way to the next town despite being aware of all the chaos he had left behind. He was desperate to get away.
The boy grew even more desperate after he lost his very first
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Sorry it's late, here's Chapter 22~
So, picking up from where we were last time:
Soul's confession was always going to be "on accident." I knew that much from the beginning. The typical, shojo-esque confession that I parodied in Chapter Five just didn't feel like a proper way to do it, so an accidental confession seemed like the best way to go. And I'm honestly happy with it. Soul doesn't seem like it's what she wanted though, eh?
Now that's Silver's figured out how Soul feels, what's going to happen? How will he react?
This chapter is so short, and I apologize. Next time will be a longer chapter, and it won't be as long a wait (may even make it a Christmas present to my readers, who knows?
), I promise.
Yays, another cameo shows up! Take your guesses at who it is, eh?
First: Chapter One: Return
Prev: Chapter Twenty-One: Unburden
Next: Chapter Twenty-Three: Uproar
So, picking up from where we were last time:
Soul's confession was always going to be "on accident." I knew that much from the beginning. The typical, shojo-esque confession that I parodied in Chapter Five just didn't feel like a proper way to do it, so an accidental confession seemed like the best way to go. And I'm honestly happy with it. Soul doesn't seem like it's what she wanted though, eh?
Now that's Silver's figured out how Soul feels, what's going to happen? How will he react?
This chapter is so short, and I apologize. Next time will be a longer chapter, and it won't be as long a wait (may even make it a Christmas present to my readers, who knows?
), I promise.Yays, another cameo shows up! Take your guesses at who it is, eh?
First: Chapter One: Return
Prev: Chapter Twenty-One: Unburden
Next: Chapter Twenty-Three: Uproar
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WAIT WAIT WAIT. Isn't Crystal (Because I'm nearly positive that it is her.) also technically Lyra? Because I could have sworn they were the same person only altered design. SO NOW ThEY MEET AND- //Mind explodes. 