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A Very Indigo Christmas	By : lyarrah Category: Pokemon > General Views: 2066 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Green
- 2-Dawn and Blake
- 3-Brendan
- 4-Cheren
- 5-Lyra
- 6-Wally
- 7-Yellow
- 8-Silver
- 9-Ethan
- 10-Barry
- 7
- 8
- 9
SILVER – Ice, Fire, and Sneasel

Mehicus

Silver had always liked winter. He
couldn't say that it was his overall favorite time of year but it did
have its perks. Chief among them being the sheer quiet. The decent
layer of snow that covered everything worked as a welcomed sound
proofing. He could think out here. Unlike from where he had just come
from, there were no drunken idiots yelling at him or trying to talk
his ear off. He didn't even know why he showed up in the first place.
Silver detested parties. Also not to mention he wasn't exactly a fan
of christmas either. Putting the two together was just a recipe for a
headache. He rubbed his temples. It seemed even thinking about it was
enough to give him a headache. He shook his head, choosing to focus
on the path in front of him instead of the headache behind him.

It
was dark now, much more so than it had been when he walked over
earlier. The streetlights were now on, illuminating the somewhat
familiar road. It was his first time being in this part of the
Plateau. Lance lived in an area that just screamed wealth. The whole
street was flanked by the massive houses of the rich and famous.
People who had staggering levels of unwarranted self importance and
more money then they knew what to do with, people just like Lance. If
it wasn't for the directions that Green had given him, Silver
probably would have gotten lost in the maze of streets that made up
the neighborhood. He let out a short annoyed grunt.

This was
all Green's fault. Somehow he had gotten ahold of Silver's house key
and threatened to lock him out of the house if he didn't show up to
the party. Apparently Green was doing it for his own good. Silver
wasn't sure how forcing him to chose between being stuck in a room
with people he hated or being left to freeze outside was for his own
good, but those were his options. Reluctantly Silver chose the lesser
of two unpleasantries and attended the party, much to Green's
satisfaction. The smirk that the elder boy gave him when he saw him
walk through the front door was one that Silver wished he could smack
right off the smug bastards face. He was sitting at the bar, drink in
hand, and obviously a few already downed, just grinning at him.
Silver walked up to him to inquire about getting his key back, he had
after all showed up. Green informed him that he had to spend at least
two hours at the party before he would release his key.

Silver
was pretty angry by that point, but not wanting to make a scene he
agreed. How hard could it be? He had thought. There was food, the
music was decent and there were pokemon for Sneasel to play with. He
could find a way to kill two hours. Thirty minutes later Silver
decided that freezing outside was the better option. He grabbed
Sneasel and left the same way he came in. And now here he was,
wandering the back streets of the Plateau. Sneasel was walking a
little in front of him, occasionally kicking at the snow on the
ground. Silver shivered a little. Thanks to Green he hadn't been able
to get into the house to pick up a heavier jacket before heading over
to Lance's and the temperature was starting to drop rapidly. He
folded his arms together, bringing them fairly tight against his
chest.

He was grateful there was no wind tonight. He didn't
think he could tolerate a wind chill on top of the already below
freezing temperature. Sneasel didn't seem to mind however, being an
ice type itself. Silver was almost envious of his pokemon's think
skin. Turning a corner the pair came across a park. Silver remembered
having seen it on his way over. Upon sight of the park Sneasel
sprinted away from him and towards a small playground. Silver was
about to call Sneasel back to him but stopped himself before he did.
He still had about an hour to kill, might as well let Sneasel have
some fun while he waited.

Finding a bench one the side of the
playground he sat down and proceeded to watch Sneasel jump from play
structure to play structure. The metal bench was cold on his
backside, biting into him. It was uncomfortable but Silver knew that
he would just go numb eventually and the cold bench would cease to be
an issue. It had started to snow gently. The little flakes glittered
occasionally as they fell past one of the parks lamps. He was still
angry at Green. Where did that self-righteous ass get off telling him
that he had to spend two hours at that damn party?

Silver just
wanted his key back so he could go home, grab a hot meal and a
shower, go to sleep and get this day over with. Green probably didn't
even know he had left. He was probably still sitting at that damn
bar, pouring more drinks down his hole, either that or face first in
that tramp May. May, what a whiny bitch she was. Silver didn't know
how that Brendan kid could put up with her on a daily basis. He only
ever saw her very occasionally and that was almost too much for him.
Silver let out a disgusted sigh.

"Beautiful night isn't
it?"

Silver jumped slightly. He had thought he heard
footsteps behind him but decided to ignore them in favour of whoever
it was leaving him alone. That didn't happen to be the case however.
Turning to look at the voice he was greeted by a tall-ish man in a
white coat and hat standing just off to the side of him. There was
something about this man. Something that didn't sit quite right with
him. It wasn't until Sneasel started to growl at him that he noticed
the small red 'R' on the upper left of the mans coat.

"What
the hell do you want, Rocket?" Silver almost snarled, quickly
sitting up into a more defensive position. "Don't you have candy
to steal from children or something?"

"Very funny
kid." The man replied, stepping slightly closer to Silver.

Still growling Sneasel jumped in front of the Rocket, claws
exposed, cutting off the mans path to his master. Silver was now
standing, ready to fight. He instinctively reached for his belt,
grabbing for Feraligatr's pokeball. Only when he came up empty handed
he remembered that he had left them at the house. The house which he
currently did not have a key for. Silver was furious now. He promised
himself that when this was all over, his fist was going to have a
serious discussion with Green's face.

"I'm not here to
fight you." The Rocket said, backing away from Silver's Sneasel.
"I'm just here to deliver a letter."

"Sure you
are, and I'm the Indigo Champion." Silver hissed sarcastically.

"You don't want to believe me? That's fine." The
Rocket continued, now raising his hands in a sign of submission. "If
you won't believe me, believe this."

Lowering one of his
hands, he began to fish around in his coat. Silver tensed up as the
Rocket slowly started to withdraw his hand, expecting the worst.
Moments later the Rocket was holding a crisp white envelope.

"Who's it from?" Silver
demanded despite already knowing the answer.

"Who do you
think?" the Rocket chuckled back.

Silver clenched his
fist. This day was not turning out how he had planned.

"Why
wouldn't he just send it through the mail?" Silver's voice
faltered slightly, this arrogant Rocket was really starting to get to
him.

The man laughed again.

"Do you really think
Giovanni would risk sending something like this through the mail?
Come on, use your head!" the Rocket said in a condescendingly
mocking tone. "This way he knows you received it with zero
interference. Now, are you going to take it or not? I'm just the
messenger, I get paid regardless."

Silver had seriously
had enough of this guy.

"Fine." He finally said.
"Put it on the ground, then turn around and leave or I'll have
Sneasel make you leave."

The man just smiled. Slowly he
lowered the envelope onto the snow covered ground before standing up
and cracking one last smug grin at Silver. Turning around he began to
walk away. He walked about ten steps before stopping.

"Merry
Christmas kid." The Rocket said without turning around. "Your
father says 'Hi'"

And with that the man walked off.
Raising one hand to give Silver a quick parting wave over his
shoulder. Once he was sure the Rocket was gone, Silver allowed
himself to relax. He hadn't realized how hard he had been clenching
his fist, his hand stung from where his nails had pressed into his
palm. Ignoring it he switched his attention to the envelope on the
ground, something Sneasel already seemed to be doing. The whole thing
was white save for a big red 'R' on the front. Cautiously he walked
over and picked it up. Several different thoughts raced through his
head. The most prominent of them being a simple question. Why. Why
here? Why now? What could Giovanni possibly want?

A tidal wave
of emotion flooded through him. He supposed the easiest way to find
out would be to open it. But the real question was, did he want to?
Giovanni might be his biological father, but to Silver, that was it.
He could only feel contempt for the man. He was certainly no father
of his. Silver fished around in his coat pockets, feeling a slight
tinge of relief when he found something he was looking for that
hadn't been forgotten at home. Withdrawing the beaten and worn old
lighter that he had used in his trek around Johto, he held the
envelope to it and sparked the flame. Sneasel watched quizzically as
Silver moved the lighter back and forth under the envelope.

After
some prompting the paper finally ignited, giving birth to a small
flickering flame. He set the burning envelope down on the bench. The
heat from the small fire was almost enough to warm his hands. At
least his father had been finally good for something. In a stark
contrast to everything that had happened to Silver tonight, the fire
burned hot and fast before finally dying out.

"I had a
feeling you might do something like that."

For the second
time that night Silver jumped when he heard a voice behind him.
Something was different this time however. This voice was familiar,
it wasn't the Rocket from before. A chill ran down Silver's spine. He
knew exactly who it belonged to. 'This is not my best day ever' was
the only thing that Silver could think of before turning around to be
face to face with the leader of Team Rocket, his father. Silver
faltered for a moment, he could feel the rage starting to build
inside of him.

"Are you going to say something or are you
just going to stand there?" His father asked

"What
the hell are YOU doing here!?" Silver shouted at him, his words
seething with anger.

"Hello to you too." Giovanni
replied calmly, obviously unfazed by his sons outburst.

Silver
felt like he was going to explode from rage. Both his hands were
clenched into fists, ready to strike. Sneasel had caught on and was
following suit, readying itself to pounce at its trainers command.
Giovanni simply grinned.

"Can't a father visit his only
son to spend some time with him on his birthday?" Giovanni asked
with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"You're not
my father." Silver hissed back.

"Oh?" His
father said quizzically. "Then what were all those years I cared
for you as a child?

"Getting your lackeys to look after
me does not count as fathering." Silvers words were becoming
increasingly angry.

"I provided for you, I gave you
everything you needed." Giovanni shot back.

"YOU
ABANDONED ME!"

The words exploded from Silvers mouth,
causing his father to take a small step back. A slight echo of his
outburst could be heard bouncing off the numerous houses that
bordered the park. Silver was breathing heavily now. Adrenaline plus
anger was coursing through his body, causing him to almost literally
see red. He hated his father, hated Giovanni. He had been only nine
years old when his father had just up and left. Far to young to be
alone. Silver had never truly gotten over that sense of abandonment,
of sheer loneliness.

A part of him had died that day. He
swore to himself if he ever saw his father again, he would kill him,
just as he had killed the young boy that he used to be all those
years ago. And now here he was, standing no more than two arms
lengths in front of him. And he wanted to, he wanted to so bad. But
something was stopping him. Maybe it was the fact that he obviously
wasn't here alone and anything that Silver might try would just end
up ending in only more pain for himself. Or perhaps it was that even
though he hated the man standing in front of him with every fiber of
his being, he was still his father, whether he chose to accept it or
not.

"Do you seriously think that you can just waltz on
back into my life after ignoring me for over six years?" Silver
said, much more calmly this time. "You abandoned me and I will
NEVER forgive you for it. So go, run back to your pathetic little
crime ring and don't bother ever showing your face around here again.
Because if you do, I will destroy you, piece by insignificant piece.
I may be your son, but you will never be my father."

With
that Silver promptly turned around and began to walk towards the
street exit to the park. Sneasel wasn't sure what to do at first, his
claws were still drawn and ready to fight. Silver turned to his
Sneasel and gave a head jerking motion, giving the pokemon a silent
order to follow him. Sneasel acknowledged the order and proceeded to
walk behind his master, although cautiously, turning every so often
to make sure that the man his master had been previously shouting at
did not pursue. Silver and Sneasel had gotten about half way to the
exit before they heard Giovanni pipe up again.

"Alright
Silver, if that's what you want." The man finally said, shouting
somewhat so that he was sure Silver could hear him. "Just know
that I will be here when you decide to come back. I have all the time
in the world."

"Then you'll be waiting a long
fucking time!" Silver shouted back without stopping or
turning.

The two exited onto the street. Silver finally let
himself relax and sneak a peak back at the park. His father was
nowhere to be seen. 'Just like old times' He thought to himself
letting out a long sigh. Silver was just about ready to end this day.
He'd had enough cold, snow and talks with his father to last him well
into the next year. Getting his bearing he started to walk back to
Lance's mansion. The plan from now on was simple. All he had to do
was walk back to the party, find Green, punch his undoubtedly drunk
ass in the face, take his key back and then go home. The simplicity
of it was almost enough to make Silver smile. He let out another
sigh.

"Worst birthday ever, Sneasel." He muttered to
him companion.

Sneasel couldn't agree more.
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