crocodile tears [gold]

[♫~Leap~♫]

"This is stupid. I don't even know why I'm here."

Clouds. Storm clouds, to be precise. They hoved above the planet in a gloomy fashion, preventing sunlight from reaching down to the surface of the planet and promising much rain in the near future. They'd been there for days, rain showers - nothing more than worthless sprinkles, to be entirely honest - coming n and off periodically for the last week. Would this be the day when it finally rained? When true droplets, not just tiny, barely noticable ones, feel from the heavens above, drenching the people below? This caused a mixed reaction in the people below those very clouds that promised... but could always go back on that promise. Did they want rain? Or didn't they? It all depended on the person. Of course, the opinions of measly humans did nothing to actually effect the weather; mother nature had her own, sick way of tormenting her people by giving them something when they didn't want it, and keeping it from them when they did.

A single figure treked down the streets of the crowded Ishya City, tri-colored boots pounding against concrete as he made his way through the crowd. It was late in the afternoon, which meant that there weren't as many people roaming about, but that didn't make it any less difficult to manuever through the people. Almost every step along the way, the male tripped and fell flat on his face or bumped into a not so forgiving pedestrian. It was a side sight indeed. There was something off about this particular person, though, as not his strange appearance; how he walked around. It was almost as though he were a lost puppy, a wounded zebra, a child who'd lost its mother but wasn't sure if they wanted to return to their missing parent or not. Was he lost? Unfamiliar with the place? Or just unsure of where he belonged?

A little bit of all three was the answer. As much as he hated to admit it... Silver had no idea where he was going. The red-head had loomed around town all day, wondering what exactly he was doing there and where exactly he was headed. Crowds were not his thing, and being caught in yet another rowdy group every five minutes made an antisocial teen like himself want to vomit. Oh. Wait. He wasn't a teen anymore. He was nearing his twenties - he was a man. ... A man who was lost. Where was he? His map had blown away in the wind when some idiot bumped into him, successfuly sending it airborn and out of his grasp. If he's stayed in place like any smart person would do, he would have had at least an inkling of where he was and where he'd have to go in order to get back on track. Of course, the stupidity of the outside world was beginning to rub off on him day after day and, enraged, he ran after that sheet of paper until he was at the city limits. Not like that was to far from where he was, anyway, but he was left utterly and completely lost. Just another thing to add to the growing list of things he hated about this place. The last statement, however, was a little hard to answer.

Where did he fit in?

In Kanto, he had shoes to fill. He had to become the heir to the organization, the ruler to be, the "prince of darknesS" someone had once put it. Every day of his life had been dedicated to learning how to become a sucessful gang lord like his father before him and how to become the equivilant of a heartless murderer. Later, he had a goal. To clean his own slate and become known not for Giovanni's accomplishments, but his own. In Johto, he had a purpose. He had to save the region from Team Rocket along with two other trainers who obviously had feelings for one another - not that he'd ever admit to being the third wheel or even slightly jealous of the affection they shared. But... what then? He'd run away, cleared his name, beat the bad guys... and, at the end of the day, what else was there to do? Train? Bah, he already had strong Pokemon. Most of the trainers were young and new when it came to Pokemon. The same amount of children starting their journies ended theirs and the high leveled trainers settled down for the peaceful life. Was that it? Would he follow suit, settle down, and possibly find some place to live in this new region?

No, that wasn't why he came here, even though he was seriously starting to question his reasoning for coming there in the first place. Not like he had anyone to settle down with, anyway. What would he do on all those lazy days? Eat, watch television, and get fat? Seemed to be what everyone else was doing now adays. Of course, he was never one to go with the crowd. This brought up another question in his mind, though. Had he... really cleared his slate? Sure, when people say him, they didn't immediately think of him being the son of a gang lord; well, perhaps the former members of a shattered organization he used to belong to, but those were hard to come by. So... yes, in a sense. People really only remembered him for his accomplishments in Johto - even if most of the fame had gone to Gold and Crystal - or his hair, those days, so what was there to worry about?

But... did he remember himself as one of the heroes of Johto? Or something else? All his life, that was his reason, his drive. If he didn't have his drive, than where was he going? Even if all of the world forgot, the memories would live on in his head. And that, though he hated to admit it, was his reason for moving to the region of Lyeant. He could tell himself that it was because he wanted to get stronger, but how much stronger could one get before they hit a brick wall? There was a limit on how high a Pokemon could grow in levels, after all. No, it was his own form of escape. A failed attempt to get away from the thing attached to his bag, dragging him down and keeping him as dark and pessimistic as ever. How much longer would he run until he finally found it pointless?

Rain.

The promise had been fufilled and, with it, droplets of liquids began to drop from the sky. First, a few at a time. One landing on his head, and the other on his sleeve. However, like many rain showers of it's kind, the span of time between drops of rain decreased while more fell down upon him. Rain didn't usually bother him. Unlike some people, Silver could stand to get a little wet. Not like he'd care if anyone made fun of him for being soaked or that anyone actally poked fun at others when they were caught in the rain. However, his irritated at the not dissappearing crowd and the fact that he had absolutely nothing to do with his life at the moment caused him to swear and look for the nearest shelter possible. Going indoors? Not an option. He was already slightly claustraphobic. He didn't need to be surrounded by even more strangers than he was already. Silver eyes landed on a large tree just across the street and, praying he didn't get run over the prossess, the male tore through the crowd and across the road. He made it across unscathed. Letting out a sigh of utter and complete relief, he made a bee-line towards the giant plant and settled himself beneath it's protection.

Or, at least, it was supposed to protect him from the weather. It was failing miserably. Wet drops that feel between the leaves of fell from the tree itself landing on Silver despite his efforts. He'd be more protected if he ran around carrying his Weaville about his head, but that would cause a scene. "Of course I'd leave Feraligatr in Johto," he hissed beneath his breath, breathing warm air on his already cold hands. "It wouldn't mind getting a little rain on it if I wanted it to sheild me or something." It was true. The water-type Pokemon obeyed almost every command he called. In addition, a Pokemon who shot water from it's mouth was bound to enjoy basking in the same liquid, even if only in the slightest. It would have been a win, win situation... if only he'd brought his partner.

"I guess luck's just never on my side, huh?"

WORDS;; 1524 words.
NOTES;; LET THE FANGIRLING COMMENCE. name inspired by this fanfic right here. :3
TAGGED;; night as gold~!
MUSE;; i wrote this over the span of three days. BI

[Night]

Today wasn't really going like he had planned. He had hoped to go the beach with Aitaro and eat ice cream, but he had (stupidly) forgotten to check the weather. He had stepped outside to bask in the warm summer air in his bathing suit, but all that he got was a cold slap to the face by the unwelcoming storm clouds and wind, bringing along with it the ice-cold rain. Gold carried in his left hand an umbrella that he had bought for cheap at one of the stores, and in his right was a coffee. Truth be told, the rain had recently been making him sleepy. The more energy the better, right? His monkey Pokemon was securely inside his Pokeball in Gold's pocket, safe from the rain and sleeping peacefully. The raven-haired boy sighed as others scrambled into the nearest houses as another wave of strong rain swept across the street. Thunder echoed in the distance as the boy pulled his umbrella closer to him, blocking most of the cruelly cold water droplets that splashed against the city pavement. Narrowing his eyes against the rain, Gold made out the form of someone else about 10 feet in front of him, which was odd -- everyone else had made it into the safety of some building. In fact, him and this other person were the only people he could see. Raising one eyebrow in curiosity, Gold casually walked towards the other person, and upon closer inspection he began to recognize these somehow-familiar clothes, and that familiar red hair. Gold-colored eyes went wide in shock, and the black-haired teen took off towards the familiar person, once again, without thinking. Could it really be him? He hadn't seen him since his days is Johto. Gold, finally catching up to the red-haired person, but one firm hand on the figure's shoulder. "Hey, buddy! Is it really you, Silver??" He cheered, a goofy smirk on his face, hoping that it really was his red-haired friend and not someone else. Boy, would that be embarrassing. Not that the legendary Gold would ever be embarrassed about something, he told himself with a snort.

Words; 361. Not my best work. >_>;
Notes; Let's (finally) get this rolling!
Tagged; Silver~ (Leap)
Muse; Okay I guess.

[♫~Leap~♫]

Deja vu was an old phrase that never really held much meaning to him. The prospect of seeing something that was so heart wretchingly familiar, yet you couldn't place your tongue on it or something that seemed like a complete and utter recreation of something that'd previously happened didn't really make much since to such a person as himself. Sure, he saw some things that looked a little similar to something he'd seen a few days ago, but he mostly blamed that on uncreative society and the fact people could rip something off, change it a bit, and call it their own. Or, at least, that's how things used to be. Lately, it seemed like everything was a twisted mirror image of his life in the region of Johto and those words he had usually tossed into the back of his mind as just another stupid clique of the world came tumbling back to him.

Oh, gosh, how Lyeant was such a bucket full of deja vu, as much as it sickened Silver to say such a thing. For the distant region, supposedly filled with mystery and wonder, nothing about the place seemed any different from post regions. Each had their own personal flare, but the concepts of routes, Pokemon training and battling, and the league itself was the same no matter where you went. Well, exculding those special regions where rangers lurked or even the fabled land far away where all trainers were trapped in an era long before their time. Lyeant was no different from Kanto, Johto, or any other of the main regions of the world, despite it's ridiculously far off location and unique landscape. Even then, looking at the map, he couldn't help but see Johto, even if the routes and landscape were completely different between the two places.

It was like history was trying to catch up with him.

There'd been rumors of a group stealing possessions and Pokemon, taking seige of buildings across the region, and killing anyone they came in contact with. Team Rocket, anyone? Excluding the mass murders, of course - Team Rocket would be far to cowardly for genocide, anyway, if he remembered them right. The mountains reminded him of his days back in that region who's name started with a "j", as well, trekking through them like he had when he conquered the feat of traveling to the near top of Mount Silver. And then there were the people he'd met. The gym leaders here - though he hadn't met any - probably weren't all that different from the ones he'd fought or encountered in his past. Hadn't he seen a girl with teal-colored hair and pig-tails? Well, it wasn't Crys, unless she suddenly became a whole lot more like him and grew her hair long enough to drag on the ground. And then, there was that person, far enough away that he couldn't see their face exactly who looked eerily like... Like...

"Oh, gosh, my history really is trying to catch up with me, isn't it?" he wailed with a distraught look on his face. Oh, gosh. Oh, gosh, no. Not him. Not him, with his baggy jacket and bright shorts. Not him with his happy-go-lucky and all to annoying personality. Not him with his spikey hair and - dare he say it? - alluring eyes. That wasn't him. It couldn't be him. The red-haired male had taken that boat to this place earlier that year to get away from his past, not have it come back and slap him in the face when he least expected it. So this wasn't him he was looking at at that moment. It just wasn't. Couldn't be. Nu-huh. No way.

But it was.

In a span of time that seemed to last a millenium - but probably lasted a little under a minute or so - the person he'd been watching shortened the distance between them. Oh, goodness, he couldn't breath. Was this a wraith in place of his former rival, sucking out his soul oh so silently and with complete and utter ease? It certainly felt like it. Of course, when a hand - firm, he noted with a pang - landed on his shoulder, it was confirmed that this was not some ghastly creature, but really, truly, the person he was praying it wasn't. Gold. If it'd been anyone else back from his days of defeating evil and the like, he probably wouldn't have been reacting the same way; Crystal would be a pleasent surprise, since he never really minded her presence in their little rag-tag group, or even one of the people he hadn't really gotten the time to know, but could match a name with their face. But, no, they had to toss this guy at him.

"Hey, buddy! Is it really you, Silver?" Oh, that voice. That voice. Could he tell how still the trainer had become under his touch? It was like he was set ablaze, but frozen in a block of ice, all at once. It was that uncomfortable mix of hot and cold that was just plain uncomfortable. Not that the nerdy smirk planted on the shorter of the two's faces was really helping his situation much. Did he want to smack that grin off of his face? Or did he want to stare at it for hours on end? Gosh, he just didn't know. Hoping to natrualize the awkward situation he'd put himself into, Silver hissed back, "No, I'm just some stalker who snuck in his house to steal all his clothes, styled my hair exactly like his, and copied his voice perfectly." Every word dripped with cruel sarcasm and he - oh so shakily, praying that the other couldn't feel how much he was trembling - gently shook the hand off of him. "Of course it's me, you idiot. Who else would it be?"

WORDS;; 1035 words.
NOTES;; i was gonna write more, but decided against it. >3>;
TAGGED;; night as gold~!
MUSE;; forced. very forced.