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Edge of Illusion

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"Shut up Gold, and quit following me!"

A rather flustered, and not to mention angry red head screeched, receiving stares from the various on-lookers of Azalea Town. His unsympathetic and infamous silver irises shimmered with the intent of hurting the other teenage boy, if he did not heed his warning, and quickly.

The other member of the party just beamed a ridiculous grin, flashing dazzling white teeth, as a hyperactive Aipom, continued to tug at a pair of large goggles that remained nestled in a mass of raven hair.

"Now Silv, I wouldn't call this a mere 'coincidence'. If anyone is the stalker here it is so you~" The dark haired boy provoked, and surveyed as Silver's face became flushed from mortification and imminent resentment, that desired to be unleashed.

"I am NOT a stalker!" He cried. Ouch, defensive much? Gold snickered, as he reached one of his hands up to scratch behind his Aipom's ears, hearing him croon in delight at the much-needed attention.

"Denial is the first stage. Don't worry, I'll help you come to terms with your stalker-ish behaviour, sweetheart~"

The red head's gloved hand's clenched into fists at his side, before he self-consciously told himself that he would not stoop down to the annoying brat's level. He was better than this. With a turn of his head the older teen made his way towards the exit of town, on towards Ilex Forest, completely ignoring Gold's existence, if just for a few minutes.

That idea was going swimmingly, until a certain some-one had started throwing pebbles to grab his attention, and with every one that connected with the material of his black jacket, the more infuriated he become. His whole body tensed, the wrath forever fuelling his heart.

Ever since he had bumped into Gold when he stole Totodile from Professor Elm's laboratory, his life dramatically spiralled downhill. I mean, having a father who was the head of a criminal empire, and dealing with the tragic death of his mother made life just that little more unbearable than for other kids his age. He grew up feeling remorseful, and irate at the cruel unforgiving world that contained him.

If Arceus did exist, then why did he doom his very existence from the moment he was conceived? Why did he tear apart their lives by taking his mother away, and leaving him to the hands of his father; who had no idea how to bring up a son, and run a criminal empire.

He was, to say it- disregarded, and not because his father didn't love him. Giovanni adored his only child, who bore a striking resemblance to the beautiful woman that had stolen his heart all those years ago, it was just he had no idea how to be a father.

He was there for Silver if he ever needed anything; clothes, money, and gadgets so he could fit in with the popular kids and not get bullied, but he lacked emotion and empathy. All the red head desired growing up through life was a cuddle and some reassurance from his father, to tell him that everything would be okay. That never happened.

Instead his mind festered with a warped reality; a place that was so much better to live in, and forget that the real world existed beyond that utopia. However, as the years passed, and his father suffered a terrible loss with Team Rocket, and went into hiding for a few years, that was the final straw that broke the Stantler's back. Giovanni hadn't even left a goodbye note, or any piece of information for the red head to follow; it was as if his father didn't want to be found, and just sought to be forgotten.

That was when the path of thievery approached. Silver was very aware that if he was to grab his father's attention, wherever he might be then the only possible solution was to turn to a life of crime, a life that his father had invested so much time and effort for him to avoid.

That was the sole purpose for stealing Totodile. He didn't care much for the Pokemon itself, just the publicity he would get, and the acknowledgement from his father. He received something much different than he ever expected.

Ever since that day when the annoying raven haired boy, with that stupid geeky smile, and ridiculous oversized goggles had appeared on the scene, and took a gander at his trainer card, his life had changed, dramatically. Silver never expected to bump into him again after their Pokemon match in Cherrygrove City, but yet time and time again, they continued to bump into each other- and this was one of those times. Sadly it seemed the fiery red head was tired of the little game of Meowth and Rattata.

"Gold, I swear to Arceus if you don't shut up-"

"Oh Silv. Don't talk so dirty to me in public, there are people watching~" He teased, waving his hand effeminately in front of him, and earning gasps and displeased stares from the onlookers. Then again, Gold had no shame whatsoever. The black-clad teen chewed the inside of his mouth in annoyance, trying his utmost not to flip out and create a scene for the papers to scream about.

"Just fuck off Gold, and get a damn life!"

With those cursed words out in the open, the angered red head stomped off towards Ilex Forest, praying to Arceus that the raven haired goggle head chose not to follow him this time. The worst time that he could recollect was the time when he had gone into Sprout Tower, in Violet City, determined to steal the HM Flash from the Elder, only his plan hadn't gone as well as he would have liked.

His Totodile had swiftly managed to take out his Pokemon without much of a sweat, but he then received a severe tongue lashing about how he was treating his Pokemon, and that if he wanted to get anywhere in the world he needed to show kindness, and compassion.

This amused the hot-headed teen, who completely dismissed the Elder's ramblings, was only too willing to snatch the HM and make haste. Unfortunately, life had a fabulous way of kicking him repeatedly in the head when he was down.

"Wow, I never expected to see you here" The goggle head beamed, smiling brightly. Silver irises lost focus for a matter of seconds, before re-adjusting, and hardening under his gaze. That brat was back, and not to mention standing right before him once again.

"You again?"

"Yes, it is I. Missed me~?" Gold teased, which caused the black clad teen to supress a heavy sigh, and the intention of raking his gloved fingers precariously down his face.

"Don't you ever shut up!" The red head cried, before hearing the Elder cough abruptly just behind him. With his eyes flaring in anger, he turned to face the robed man, poison lacing his tongue.

"What's your problem, Old Man?!" The Elder's face softened intensely, before he shook his head; pain flashing across his features.

"Who are you talking to?" He asked quietly, his eyes moving from the red headed teen, to the goggle head, who merely smiled with recognition.

"Ah, at least SOMEONE notices me~" Grunting in response, Silver pushed past the other boy, shoving hard against his shoulder, and not caring if he caused pain in the process. Why was Gold 'following' him? All he wanted was to be left alone, he didn't need a friendly stalker to add to his worries, so with that thought in mind he exited the tower, making haste to get as far away from the annoying brat as possible.

XXX

Silver always travelled light, just ensuring he had enough provisions for the day, and then making the agonising journey to the Pokemon Mart the following morning to stock up again. It made bunking down at the Pokemon Centre that much easier.

It was late evening when the red head found his way to Goldenrod City, and the lactic acid in his legs from where he had been walking for hours on end was starting to take its toll. He could rest up here for the night, and continue his search for his father in the morning.

He didn't particularly enjoy staying the night at the Pokemon Centre. Charity and good will was never his forte, so why should others decide to shower him in the gifts he willing chose to keep for himself? Still, sleeping in a warm bed was more desirable than sleeping in a tent out in the forest, so the complaints and reservations could remain unsaid for now.

As he paid for his statutory room, with the basic functions; the tired and lethargic red head made his way wearily up the stairs to his room. With little patience, he shoved the key into the lock, and turned, pushing the door wide open. With a heavy sigh, he threw his small backpack on the bed, relieved to finally be able to rest for the night, and to keep away from goggle brain.

Allowing the weariness to sink into his bones, the black clad boy flopped down on the single bed, sighing, as the confines were comfortable, and slowing ebbing away at the strenuous aches and pains that ravaged his muscles. As he allowed his eyes to flutter shut, he was instantly jolted abruptly into animation when a voice teased his ears;

"Wow, nice room."

Instinctively Silver shot up, eyes flaring at the intruding voice, and his anger forever raged on when he witnessed the annoying form of goggle head, standing at the foot of his bed, smiling brightly. The red head struggled into a sitting position, cringing at the muscle pain that shot down his back like surges of electricity.

"How the hell did you get in here?!" He cried, albeit it a little tiredly. This day had been too long for him.

"Urgh, I walked in? The door was open."

"I did NOT invite you in here!" Amber eyes flickered disinterestedly to the wall, and more importantly to a painting. He shrugged his shoulders, not paying the angry red head any attention right now.

"Silver, why do you want to push me away? I'm the only friend you have~"

Mercury irises blinked in shock, attempting to fathom what the raven-haired boy just said. Friend? They were not friends, not even acquaintances. He was just someone who refused to leave him alone. His own personal stalker.

"I am NOT your friend!" He cried, defensively.

"Oh really?" He watched as Gold sat his figure down on the edge of the bed, amber eyes now turning to focus on his companion. Silver would be lying if right now he denied being completely freaked out by Gold's sudden change in demeanour. He seemed so serious right now, completely contrasted to his usual outrageous behaviour. "So why do you always summon me here?"

"I-I…I do not! I don't even have your fucking number!" A small smile etched onto the raven-haired boy's face, and he tried his utmost to supress a laugh that threatened to erupt from his throat.

"You could always ask~"

"Hell no! Just, go away!" With that said the black clad boy turned away, focusing his attention on a particular dirt mark on the whitewashed wallpaper, staring at it until somewhere in his own mind he made it disappear with some unachievable psychic power.

"I can't do that, and you know it." Gold answered, unusually stoic than normal, and this caused the red head to tense up. His head was staring to hurt, pulsating angrily with pain, and an unrelated confusion that just refused to go away.

"Why not?!" Then, within a matter of seconds Gold's face drew closer to the other teen, their eyes blazing intensely into the other, attempting to decipher any meaning behind the words that stung their tongues.

"…because without me, you are nothing~"

XXX

For once, good news was on the horizon for Silver, as the regeneration of Team Rocket bought about an apparent change in his once depressed demeanour. Perhaps this signalled the start of his father's uprising, and soon enough they could be reunited once again.

He had spent two agonising years searching, fruitlessly for a man who just seemed to have disappeared off the face of Johto, and Kanto combined, but now this news made its way to his ears, things could only improve.

The only downside to this discovery was that goggle brain continued to haunt his journey, and now it was starting to become something of a habit. No matter where he went, Gold was always there, and he had no idea how the teen was doing it. Was it black magic, or some kind of voodoo? Had he cursed the red head to forever be to the mercy of terrible flirting, and bad jokes?

He had ventured to Ecruteak City, and investigated the legend of the Burned Tower, and as expected; Gold was there once again. It was unsettling how the goggle head remained one-step ahead of him at all times, even when Silver was sure he left him behind and got an ample head start.

They met once again when he arrived in Olivine City, annoyed that the Gym Leader had abandoned the Gym to take care of the sick Ampharos that inhabited the lighthouse. It was something that the red head could not comprehend, and adding Gold to the mix just exploded irrationally in his face, and that was the first time he actually full on punched the raven-haired boy, praying that now he had received the message loud and clear. That was not to case.

A trip to Mahogany Town about the rumours of a Red Gyarados, aided Silver in obtaining another Pokemon, and this time it was a shiny one at that. His father would be so proud of him. He couldn't wait to show it off to him. Little did the red head know that Team Rocket were operating a secret base in the centre of the town, where they were planning to evolve all the Magikarp of the lake using a radio signal.

This could only mean that finding his father was a step closer than he ever envisioned, and the thought was actually quite exciting to the teen. Yes, he hated and loathed Team Rocket; but if their infamous deeds helped flush his father out of hiding, then he could deal with it for now at least.

"Wow, you caught that Gyarados! Good job!" Goggle head praised, earning a disgruntled sigh from the black clad, becoming ever tired of his constant stalking. Why couldn't Gold just go away?

"Do you have no life? Is that why you follow me constantly like a stupid lost Growlithe?" Silver spat coldly, watching as amber eyes contorted to a look of sadness for a few moments.

"Silver, I'm not following you."

"Oh yeah, so what is it then? Coincidence?!" His temper flared once more, and he had to inhale deeply to try to diffuse the situation before anything got out of hand.

"I want to help you find your Dad…" With those words into the open, the red head froze, paralysed completely. How did Gold know about his father? He had never openly discussed it with anyone, then again; it wasn't as if he had friend's to talk to about the pressing issue either. Clenching his gloved hands into fists, he gritted his teeth.

"How the hell do you know about my father?!"

"Does it matter? Anyway, two heads are better than one, right?" As much as it pained Silver to ever ask for assistance from anyone, he knew that the goggle head might actually come in handy in his search. Yes, he had to mentally prepare himself for days of endless torment and grief, but if that meant finding his father at the end of it, he could deal with it for now.

"If it will shut you up, then fine!" At that moment in time, he had never seen the amber eyed so overjoyed, and he was frightened that for a moment Gold was preparing to lunge at him, or something, but was forever grateful when that embarrassing moment didn't come to pass.

"What are we waiting for then! Let's go!"

XXX

The search remained fruitless, which only angered the redhead, and caused an intense argument to erupt between the two teens, resulting in Silver storming off, never to speak to that annoyance again. Why did he foolishly believe that Gold could actually help his search? What part of his brain tricked him into believing such nonsense?

As he made his way back towards Goldenrod City to recollect his thoughts and decide on another approach, he overheard a distant conversation about Team Rocket taking over the radio tower, preparing a vital broadcast to summon their leader. Mercury eyes brightened almost instantly. This was it! They would finally find his father! With renewed vigour, Silver decided his first stop would be the radio tower, and contemplate a way of getting inside without getting caught.

Amazingly, with little difficulty he had managed to infiltrate the building without being detected, which was a bonus. Being seen by the lowly Grunt's would be a complication that he could do without. So, Silver remained behind the scenes at all times, watching from a safe distance at how those stupid, brainless drones just stood around, contemplating their next move. How pathetic.

Then, the red head's attention diverted to that of yet another Grunt, who appeared shorter than the others, and considerably younger. He had to be a teenager at best, if not younger. The sight of this strange addition made Silver evermore curious, so he decided to follow this Grunt around the tower, determined to figure out what his purpose was.

Mercury eyes bore holes into the slim figure of the teenage Grunt, and they widened almost instantly when they were greeted by two sparkling amber irises, he swore he had seen someplace before. Either way, the black clad boy followed a safe distance behind, daring subconsciously for the other teen to speak so he could attempt to recognise the voice. And speak, he did.

"Man…this place is huge…" That was it. Silver had all the confirmation that he required, and without giving himself a chance to think about the possible consequences to his reckless actions, lunged at the teen, knocking him forcefully to the ground.

"Hey, what gives!" He cried, flailing restlessly, as Silver's gloved fingers tugged at the Rocket uniform, watching as the other boy whimpered on the ground.

"Did you really think you weren't recognisable Gold?!" The red head screeched with anger, tearing a hole in Gold's t-shirt, and causing the teen to cry out in both shock, and slight arousal at the scenario.

"Silver, cut it out, will ya?! I don't need you stripping me in public!"

"Then get this ghastly uniform off, at once!" The amber-eyed boy panted desperately, as Silver moved off of him, allowing him to readjust his now torn Rocket t-shirt, and attempt to figure out what possessed the hot-headed red head. Mercury eyes glanced away in embarrassment for a moment, before they reconnected with Gold's and hardened almost instantly.

"Sheesh, do you wanna see my naked THAT badly~?" He teased, moving his goggles with his fingers, putting them back into the position they were in until he was mauled by the usually cold and indifferent teen.

"You look ridiculous in that uniform," He stated formally, folding his arms. "I mean, what idiot thinks that by using such a shoddy disguise would actually work?"

"Well, I got this far, didn't I?" The apparent commotion caused by the onslaught had attracted the attention of two unsuspecting Grunts, who merely gazed at the scene. Silver met their stare, hoping that the ominous undertone behind his eyes would have the effect he required.

"Uh…are you okay?" One of them asked, albeit nervously.

"Yes, I am fine."

"Um…who are you talking to?" The other piped up, his eyes expressing severe concern over the upcoming situation. Silence fell over the crowd, as Silver's eyes reconnected with Gold's briefly. He smiled cheekily.

"Lie to them~"

"What?" The red head had no idea what was going on right now. Did the Grunts believe that Gold was one of their own, and that it was merely a battle between the ranks?

"Don't reveal my true identity; I don't think I could deal with that." A wave of confusion washed over Silver, and weakly he rose to his feet, trying to ignore the overwhelming pounding in his brain. Something was wrong, and yet he could not pinpoint what it was. Gritting his teeth, the black clad male turned away from the sprawled out goggle head, and made his way out of the Radio Tower. This was too much, and right now, he needed to try to understand why certain things were having this adverse effect on his psyche.

XXX

Back at Goldenrod Pokemon Centre, Silver decided that perhaps he was sleep deprived, and that was the main culprit of the headaches. So, he checked into another room, just as basic as the one he rented some time ago, and wearily trudged up the stairs. Only, he wasn't alone once more.

"Are you mad at me?" It was Gold, and he was following the red head's decent up the stairs, and Silver was too tired to question how the hell he had managed to locate him yet again. Perhaps he was related to a hidden ninja clan, or something illogical like that. Whatever it was, he was far too exhausted to argue.

"No, I'm tired." He groaned, as he shoved the key into the lock and pushed the door open. Gold frowned in sadness, the first sign of genuine hurt to flash upon his usually goofy features.

"Silver, I'm just trying to be there for you, you know? Until you find your Dad that is." His whole body tensed at the mention of his father once more, sending a horrible, gut wrenching chill dancing down his spine. He still needed to find his father, no matter what.

"So…you'll leave once I find my Dad?" He asked, tiredly plopping his figure down on the bed. The other teen wandered over and sat beside him lightly, so light that he hardly made an impression on the beautiful white bed sheets.

"Well yeah. You won't need me anymore."

"I have NEVER needed you, Gold" He spat, turning so his red hair cascaded down the one side of his face, that persistent headache continuing to ravage every single brain cell, until keeping his eyes open became a gruelling task in itself.

"Silver, I'm your friend. The ONLY friend you have." Those words cut deep into the red head's cold heart, causing his eyes to close.

"I don't need you." Gold shook his head, and placed his hand gently on Silver's shoulder, who tensed at the contact.

"So, why do I keep turning up at your every beckon call? Hmmm~?" Gold's words continued to punish the red head, who became more and more confused with what he was trying to say. Silver had never asked for Gold to follow him around, it just happened, and for some reason he was literally everywhere he went, with no explanation of how.

"I don't ask for you to follow me!" He cried in sadness, allowing the anger and the sorrow to finally consume him, not caring about being weak at this precise moment in time.

"Silly Silver, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here." The amber-eyed boy answered softly, rubbing the red heads shoulder affectionately. "So…until you're happy again, I'm sticking around!" And for once, Silver didn't have the energy to bite back with some witty remark. He just sighed, allowing his mind to decompose with every passing second, succumbing to the beautiful utopia.

XXX

Three agonising months had passed, and still Silver had no luck in locating his elusive father. Perhaps he was dead, or had left the region entirely, and that was the reasons to why he could not be found? Whatever the reason was, it did little to offer comfort to the hurting red head, who suffered more with every day that passed.

Gold was now following him around constantly, not just merely bumping into him 'coincidentally', and during those months he had actually grown tolerant to the goggle head's weird behaviour. It was amazing, he never once believed that he would actually be able to stand Gold's incessant childish banter, and terrible jokes, yet now it was just normality for him.

Their journey had once again ventured to Mahogany Town, where the red head had managed to capture a Sneasel in the Ice Path, much to Gold's approval. He cheered and complimented Silver on his catching skills, and how well he was dealing with his Pokemon. Not that the red head minded. Secretly he enjoyed being praised; at least he knew he wasn't a complete failure.

"Well done Silv!" Gold cried, bumping his fist against his shoulder, smiling brightly. As the red head attached the new addition to his belt, and prepared himself to walk further into the Ice Path, he heard a shuffling sound; a Pokemon perhaps. Both boys remained on guard, moving in stealth mode around the rocks, and the stalagmites, careful not to make too much noise.

Once they both rounded the corner, Silver narrowed his eyes at the shadowy crouching figure, which he couldn't make out because of the poor lighting conditions. Whatever it was wasn't a Pokemon at least, and was definitely a human. With that thought in mind the red head decided to be brave, and find out just who the intruder was.

"Show yourself!" He demanded, stepping further out so he could attempt to see the figure clearer. The silhouette moved cautiously into a standing position and did not move an inch, which only made the red head more apprehensive.

Nervously, he walked further out, getting closer to the figure. His heart was beating ever faster in his chest, almost congealing in his throat, making it excruciating to breathe. Whoever it was, was very tall, and could easily take him out if he needed to.

"Who are you?!" Silver cried once again, hearing his voice echo in the emptiness around them. His eyes focused intently on the figure, before it moved into a small patch of light, allowing the red head to see clearly, who it was who stood before him. His stomach lurched heavily, and his eyes sparkled with tears as he beheld the image of the one person he had been searching for, all this time.

"D-Dad…?" He stuttered, feeling his legs tremble in both shock, and relief. Seeing the face of his father once again was something that he never thought would be a possibility, and now he was standing right in front of him, all those questions he longed to say just dissipated.

"Silver…" Giovanni mused quietly, stepping closer to the boy, a kind smile etched onto his countenance. "It's been too long…" Just like that, the red head lunged at his father, wrapping his arms tightly, refusing to let go.

"Where have you been?!" He cried painfully, clutching at his father's jacket desperately. "I've been searching for you, for two years!"

"I'm so sorry Silver, I never meant to hurt you…" Excruciating sobs burst from the red head's throat, as he remained locked with his father, subconsciously refusing to let him disappear ever again.

"Well, this is a lovely scene~" Gold mused, smiling. The sudden appearance of his friend's voice, made Silver move away from the embrace to wipe his face. He needed to introduce Gold to his Dad, after all; he was his friend.

"Dad…" Silver started, glancing at Gold, who continued to just smile amicably. "This is Gold…and he's my friend." Giovanni's face altered from relief, to that of confusion, as he stared at the space that Silver referred to.

"Silver…"

"I know, I know…but he's okay once you get to know him, honest!" The red head's brightness, and animation caused the ex Team Rocket head honcho to frown in sadness. This wasn't something he would ever be prepared for, and he did not have the right words, but he needed to tell Silver.

"Silver…there's no-one there." Mercury eyes widened in shock, before he shook his head, and laughed nervously.

"Dad, are you blind? He's standing right here!" He indicated with a gloved hand to Gold's figure, who just stood there, his eyes downcast to the ground. As he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, he murmured;

"I told you…."

"Told me what?" Silver asked, as his father just watched in complete shock, and horror at the scene. As those amber eyes raised to meet beautiful pools of mercury, he just smiled painfully.

"…you made me."

"Silver, stop talking to yourself!" His father commanded, which only upset the red head even more. None of this made sense! Gold was there, right in front of him! He could see him, hear him, and even smell him…so why did his own father not see that?

"B-but…he's right here…!"

"Silver…." Gold murmured sadly, gently taking hold of Silver's hand, trying to fight off the tears. "I am….just a fabrication."

"A-a…wh-what?!" The red head cried weakly, his heart pulsating with pain angrily, confusion-running riot in his mind, warping reality with fantasy.

"I'm not real, Silver. I've never been real. You created me."

"N-no…no…you're lying…! Stop LYING TO ME!" He screamed, which caused his father to wrap his arms tightly around the figure of his son, trying to calm him down.

"Silver, enough."

"N-no…! No…he…he's here…! He…he can't be…" Mercury eye's flooded with tears, as Gold slowly released his hand. He maintained that smile, even though right now Silver was breaking inside, unable to piece together what was happening.

"My job is done now. You are reunited with your Dad, and now…I have to go."

"Y-you can't leave me…please…d-don't go…" He whimpered weakly, his whole body trembling, as slowly, but surely Gold's figure was starting to disappear from sight; his body glowing in a faint white light.

"Remember that no matter what, I'll always be there for you. I am forever your friend." Those words were the last words that Silver heard from Gold, and within a matter of seconds, the image that had been created from his mind was now gone, and a bunch of rocks and stalagmite stood in his place.

And, Silver was almost positive that something inside of him had died along with his fabricated friend; something that no amount of time could ever heal.
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DaBusDriver09's avatar
I just read the first line and I was all like, "Its good to be back to this pairing."