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"'Gold and Silver save the world from a drunk Lugia and find love in the process...' Lyra, were you on crack when you wrote this story?"
Crime
Silver might be the son of a crime lord, but he is against crimes. Generally.
Even if he's commit one right now.
Morty is going to cry when he learns that the infinite eye technique he taught Silver is being used to watch Lyra undress.
Death
The news claimed that Giovanni is dead. His body was found under a waterfall. It was ruled as suicide.
Ethan's frantic apologies are not going to help.
Fantasy
Turns out it was a fake body. The real Giovanni is still alive, somewhere, perhaps trying to become strong.
Taking over the world was only an unrealistic fantasy, wasn't it?
First Time
With Entei in hand, Silver has his first true legendary pokemon.
Humour
"Silver, have you realised that you're the only rival who doesn't tell jokes?" Ethan says as he watches Green jokingly flirt with Red.
"Yeah, do you have a sense of humour?" Lyra chimes in.
Silver answers by throwing his baby totodile Toto (name courtesy of Lyra) onto Gold's head.
"Look, it's a head-crocodile."
Lyra laughs so much it hurts. No matter how bad a joke is, someone will laugh at it, right?
Lyra nearly dies when the totodile is removed to reveal that Ethan's hair has been combed into a chatot hairstyle by Toto's tongue.
Hurt/Comfort
At first, being Silver's pokemon was horrible. The boy was verbally abusive, telling his pokemon almost daily that they are weak, that once he gets stronger pokemon he's going to abandon them without regret.
Yet Silver never abandoned a single pokemon.
During the first year he gradually softened. Sometimes he zigzagged back to his abusive ways, but eventually he zigzagged pass them and became caring again.
He even let them out for walks at the end of that year.
Little by little, his gentle side won the fight.
Today, he's easily one of the most caring trainer in Johto, if not the whole world.
On Sundays, he can be found volunteering at Ethan's daycare centre, making baby pokemons evolve out of love and joy.
Poetry
Lyra, despite having a more or less poetic name, is not a poet. Every time she writes a story or poem the boys would either laugh, vomit or both at once. She'd cry and punch them in the stomach and let Ho-Oh heal them if they look too much in pain, but deep inside she's ok with all that, the quality of her writing or the boys' reactions.
Her life is a poem already.
Smut
"Ah... no... Silver... please, not there..."
"Come on... don't be shy, Ethan..."
"Ah! Please! St..stop!"
Lyra is a closet fujoshi. She learned to use Protect just to make sure that Silver won't be able to read her mind at the wrong time with his Alakazam or Gengar.
Her face betrays her smutty thoughts at times though. She gets pissed off when Silver's Gengar dream eats the fantasy... and ends up apologizing when the ghost pokemon is sick on the floor.
Spiritual
Silver is soul. Lyra is heart. Ethan is the echo between heart and soul. Kind of spiritual, isn't it?
Suspense
"And the voice counted: one gastly, two gastlies, three gastlies... where is the fourth gastly?
"The boy thought it was strange. It was always three knocks at the window, so wasn't it always three gastly?
"The voice counted again: one gastly is here by the cypress tree, two gastly is here at the dried-up well, three gastly is by the window-side, fourth gastly...
"THERE YOU ARE!"
The boys have to admit that although Lyra is horrible at writing poetic stories, her telling of ghost stories are amazing.
Time Travel
"Please, let's not get close to the shrine again, we are not ready for another time travel."
Western
Sometimes, Ethan and Silver do pokemon battles the Western way: get a pokemon with an offensive move ready in a pokeball, keep the ball on the belt and the first one to pull out the pokeball and release the pokemon presumably wins.
Presumably, because someone tend to tell his pokemon to ready sucker punch.
UST (Unsolved Sexual Tension)
The boys might not be aware, but whenever they are together alone, tension that's more than bromantic rivalry build up. They usually resolve it by doing pokemon battles or skip the medium and punch each other directly, but the tension is never completely solved.
PWP (Plot? What Plot?)
Finally, Ethan snaps and frankly asks Silver if he's plotting something.
"Plot? What plot? What could I be plotting?"
"The fact that you're living with me right now looks more than an accident and definitely not a coincidence."
"My base being burned down and buried was an accident. Or at least I hope it was."
"But you did choose to live with me. Rather than with Lance or Lyra or just get a new base."
"Your house is the only one that's free."
"That's only because you're already volunteering at my daycare!"
"I like the daycare."
"Doesn't explain why you're sleeping in my bed with me in it!"
"Lyra's ghost stories?"
"You have a gengar for Arceus's sake!"
"..."
"..."
"... ..."
"So you're really not after something that I have? Or a service I can provide? You should just ask if that's the case. "
Silver ponders for a while.
"Your first kiss, have you had it already?"
"Wha-"
Ethan is stopped short by a pair of lips closing on his own. Then it evolves into more than just a kiss. For the first time he understands what the tension between them was about, and enjoys the release.
Lyra smirks outside the house, equipped with high-end binoculars that allow her to see every visual detail. Two years of subtle hypnosis was worth it.
"'Gold and Silver save the world from a drunk Lugia and find love in the process...' Lyra, were you on crack when you wrote this story?"
Crime
Silver might be the son of a crime lord, but he is against crimes. Generally.
Even if he's commit one right now.
Morty is going to cry when he learns that the infinite eye technique he taught Silver is being used to watch Lyra undress.
Death
The news claimed that Giovanni is dead. His body was found under a waterfall. It was ruled as suicide.
Ethan's frantic apologies are not going to help.
Fantasy
Turns out it was a fake body. The real Giovanni is still alive, somewhere, perhaps trying to become strong.
Taking over the world was only an unrealistic fantasy, wasn't it?
First Time
With Entei in hand, Silver has his first true legendary pokemon.
Humour
"Silver, have you realised that you're the only rival who doesn't tell jokes?" Ethan says as he watches Green jokingly flirt with Red.
"Yeah, do you have a sense of humour?" Lyra chimes in.
Silver answers by throwing his baby totodile Toto (name courtesy of Lyra) onto Gold's head.
"Look, it's a head-crocodile."
Lyra laughs so much it hurts. No matter how bad a joke is, someone will laugh at it, right?
Lyra nearly dies when the totodile is removed to reveal that Ethan's hair has been combed into a chatot hairstyle by Toto's tongue.
Hurt/Comfort
At first, being Silver's pokemon was horrible. The boy was verbally abusive, telling his pokemon almost daily that they are weak, that once he gets stronger pokemon he's going to abandon them without regret.
Yet Silver never abandoned a single pokemon.
During the first year he gradually softened. Sometimes he zigzagged back to his abusive ways, but eventually he zigzagged pass them and became caring again.
He even let them out for walks at the end of that year.
Little by little, his gentle side won the fight.
Today, he's easily one of the most caring trainer in Johto, if not the whole world.
On Sundays, he can be found volunteering at Ethan's daycare centre, making baby pokemons evolve out of love and joy.
Poetry
Lyra, despite having a more or less poetic name, is not a poet. Every time she writes a story or poem the boys would either laugh, vomit or both at once. She'd cry and punch them in the stomach and let Ho-Oh heal them if they look too much in pain, but deep inside she's ok with all that, the quality of her writing or the boys' reactions.
Her life is a poem already.
Smut
"Ah... no... Silver... please, not there..."
"Come on... don't be shy, Ethan..."
"Ah! Please! St..stop!"
Lyra is a closet fujoshi. She learned to use Protect just to make sure that Silver won't be able to read her mind at the wrong time with his Alakazam or Gengar.
Her face betrays her smutty thoughts at times though. She gets pissed off when Silver's Gengar dream eats the fantasy... and ends up apologizing when the ghost pokemon is sick on the floor.
Spiritual
Silver is soul. Lyra is heart. Ethan is the echo between heart and soul. Kind of spiritual, isn't it?
Suspense
"And the voice counted: one gastly, two gastlies, three gastlies... where is the fourth gastly?
"The boy thought it was strange. It was always three knocks at the window, so wasn't it always three gastly?
"The voice counted again: one gastly is here by the cypress tree, two gastly is here at the dried-up well, three gastly is by the window-side, fourth gastly...
"THERE YOU ARE!"
The boys have to admit that although Lyra is horrible at writing poetic stories, her telling of ghost stories are amazing.
Time Travel
"Please, let's not get close to the shrine again, we are not ready for another time travel."
Western
Sometimes, Ethan and Silver do pokemon battles the Western way: get a pokemon with an offensive move ready in a pokeball, keep the ball on the belt and the first one to pull out the pokeball and release the pokemon presumably wins.
Presumably, because someone tend to tell his pokemon to ready sucker punch.
UST (Unsolved Sexual Tension)
The boys might not be aware, but whenever they are together alone, tension that's more than bromantic rivalry build up. They usually resolve it by doing pokemon battles or skip the medium and punch each other directly, but the tension is never completely solved.
PWP (Plot? What Plot?)
Finally, Ethan snaps and frankly asks Silver if he's plotting something.
"Plot? What plot? What could I be plotting?"
"The fact that you're living with me right now looks more than an accident and definitely not a coincidence."
"My base being burned down and buried was an accident. Or at least I hope it was."
"But you did choose to live with me. Rather than with Lance or Lyra or just get a new base."
"Your house is the only one that's free."
"That's only because you're already volunteering at my daycare!"
"I like the daycare."
"Doesn't explain why you're sleeping in my bed with me in it!"
"Lyra's ghost stories?"
"You have a gengar for Arceus's sake!"
"..."
"..."
"... ..."
"So you're really not after something that I have? Or a service I can provide? You should just ask if that's the case. "
Silver ponders for a while.
"Your first kiss, have you had it already?"
"Wha-"
Ethan is stopped short by a pair of lips closing on his own. Then it evolves into more than just a kiss. For the first time he understands what the tension between them was about, and enjoys the release.
Lyra smirks outside the house, equipped with high-end binoculars that allow her to see every visual detail. Two years of subtle hypnosis was worth it.
