[Pokemon] Everywhere But Here (1/1) for ibuberu
Title: Everywhere But Here
Fandom: Pokemon
Author: blahchiharu
Characters/pairing: Gold/Kotone/Silver
Rating: G
wordcount: ~2000
Summary: Sometimes Silver doesn’t know which one he fell harder for. pokegamefic's summer exchange fic, for ibuberu
This is the fic I wrote for pokegamefic's summer exchange! My recipient was ibuberu and she wanted gold/kotone/silver with the prompt "Can't I even Dream?" I tried to make it as un-angsty as possible, so I hope you like it! thank you mousapelli for beta-ing and chrysa for helping me catch some last-minute typos :)
Silver thinks, even after all these years, they are still boys, and boys will undoubtedly fall for dark auburn hair and sweet smiles. Even now, Silver’s world still revolves around a little girl with pigtails and an unexplainable fascination for over-sized clothing. The changing seasons of his adolescence were spent traveling, gazing at the peaks of the Indigo Plateau from afar, and searching for the same girl in his dreams.
Silver knows he is not alone. After years of carefully constructed bump-ins and encounters with Gold, Silver would like to think that they’ve bonded over their unnecessary need for chivalry towards Kotone. But while they are here and everywhere, Kotone is up there, and the walls of the Indigo Plateau are still as daunting as the first time they stepped through it.
“She wrote me while I was visiting Hoenn,” Gold says over the campfire one night, after having caught sight of Silver in Illex Forest, six months since the last time they’ve bumped shoulders. “She says she misses us and wants us to visit. Aren’t you supposed to be in Sinnoh? Does she know that you’re back in Johto?”
“Does she know that you’re back?” Silver asks instead, watching as the flames flicker in the cool August night. It is summer, the season for swarming surskits. Silver had spent the last two months on the shore of Lake Verity, watching as the days blended into nights, waiting for the familiar tug of his super rod while staring at unknown reflections in the water. Fishing is time consuming but oddly therapeutical, and after spending the coldest winter season of his life in Snowpoint City, Silver is almost relieved at his newly found, albeit tame, hobby.
“No.” Gold smiles sheepishly, and Silver is reminded of their childhood scrimmages, after which Gold would always extend his hand out and wait for the same, consolatory shake as Kotone watched patiently in the back. Silver always thought that Gold would end up with her, but after the initial year, Kotone had separated from Gold as well, unexpectedly showing up and surprising Silver at odd places with the same familiar smile and her loyal Chikorita.
Gold is no better, with his bright grin and endless curiosity. He doesn’t back down, doesn’t know the meaning of backing down. Gold is the last to fight and the first to apologize, always willing to train more, learn more, do more. He smiles and battles everyone with the same enthusiasm as if he were battling the champion, despite knowing that the real one is sitting in her throne, up in the mountains, miles and regions away from his dreams.
Sometimes Silver doesn’t know which one he fell harder for.
“We should visit together, you know,” Gold suggests. He doesn’t mention the word “battle” because they both know that even after years of training and traveling, neither of them can see through Kotone’s deceptive smile and calculating calmness in battle. “I think she’d like that.”
Silver wants to say no, he’s too busy, but Gold’s smile radiates more warmth than the sun that Silver had desperately missed during his stay in Sinnoh, so he agrees, if not only for the company.
They head there by way of Victory Road, reliving all those childhood days spent exploring the crevices of the cave, awing at the new structural support and the swarm of rookie trainers who foolishly challenge them to team battles. Wild pokemon stay away after catching sight of Silver’s Crobat, and they make it out in record time, the darkness of the tunnels no longer as intimidating.
“To battle the champion, you’ll have to defeat the elite four,” Gold reads off the plaque outside of the building, turning to grin at Silver. “What do you say to that?”
“How’s your Typhlosion?” Silver asks.
“How’s your Feraligatr?” Gold laughs in return as they walk up to the familiar pokemon center, Gold’s pokeballs already in hand.
“Really,” Kotone says when she calls her gyarados back into its pokeball. “You couldn’t have just telephoned me on your pokegear to tell me you were coming? Did the two of you have to come challenge me in a roll?” Regardless, her happiness is evident as she pulls them into a group hug, Silver letting out the breath that he’s been holding while Gold complains about how Kotone manages to do the impossible.
“You’re going to treat us to dinner, right?” Gold asks when all three of them turn in their pokeballs in identical trays, waiting as the nurse flusters, hurriedly tending to their pokemon. “You know, you being Ms. Champion with her Champion salary and all.”
Kotone laughs, punching Gold lightly on the arm. “Didn’t your mother teach you to always pay for the lady?” They settle into a familiar warmness, Kotone’s eyes lighting up as she listens to Gold’s stories over dinner. Every now and then, she turns to Silver and expects him to chime in, to which he blinks until she giggles and grabs at Gold’s arm, saying something about how much they’ve changed.
Kotone takes them to her house in Viridian City, only a small commute away from the league. Kotone’s cabinets are filled with sweets and baked goods, the stack of letters and care packages from family, friends, and admirers decorating the kitchen counter as she scavenges for extra cups.
“Oh, won’t you stay here for a while?” She asks later that night, when Silver is done perusing Kotone’s collection of research journals and pokemon magazines, tucked away behind her large gym badge collection on display. “You can share the guest bed with Gold, unless you mind. Or, you can sleep in my bed and I’ll sleep on the cou-”
“The guest bed is fine!” Gold calls from the living room, answering for Silver.
That night, Silver finds himself tucked into the full size bed in Kotone’s guest room, her collection of pokemon plush toys lining the walls as Gold turns from his spot on the left side of the bed.
“Isn’t this fun?” Gold asks, his smile wide as he grabs Silver’s hand. “It’s like we’re camping together in the wild!”
“Except for the wilderness part,” Silver says. “And the camping.”
Gold looks at him for a moment and then bursts out laughing. When he finally settles down, Gold gives Silver’s hand a small squeeze and says, “Good night!”
“Good night,” Silver replies, but Gold’s eyes are already closed, and Silver is falling asleep as well.
In the morning, Kotone bounces into their room, stopping when she finds Silver already awake. She whispers for Silver to keep quiet and then spends a good ten minutes tickling Gold until he wakes up, falling off his side of the bed in the process. Kotone eats breakfast in her pajamas, chewing thoughtfully at her bread as she watches Gold unscrew a new jar of jam. “What do you want to do today?” She asks as Silver finishes his glass of milk.
“Don’t you have to work?” Gold says between mouthfuls of toast.
“I’m not that much of a workaholic, you know,” she laughs. “They’ll call me in if a new challenger arrives. We could explore the town if you want? Green isn't here, in case you were looking for a battle.”
“Is Green ever here?” Gold wants to know.
“He was in town three months ago,” Kotone says, counting the months with her fingers. “I ran into him at the pokemart, and then a trainer asked us both for a joint photo. I’m very famous around these parts, you know.”
“I believe you,” Silver says, and when Kotone beams at him in return, Silver can’t help but feel that he could get used to this.
It turns out that Kotone seldomly gets called into work. She takes them to odd little places during the day, places that Silver normally wouldn’t have given a second glance: the pond on route 22, the cute antique shop by Pewter city, and the weird exhibits rooms at the museum of science. At night, they watch television at Kotone’s house, Gold hogging the tatami mat as they watch weird programs at odd hours of the night. Gold is always the first to go to bed, the sugar rush from his dinner depleted after watching his favorite show on deep-sea pokemon. Kotone stays with Silver for a little bit longer, chatting about their day and plans for tomorrow before retiring to her room as well.
One day Silver uses the bathroom late at night, only to find Kotone sitting at the kitchen table in the darkness, the moon from the window as her only companion as she listens to the howling of hoothoots in the distance. “I couldn’t sleep,” she says when he joins her at the table, her pajamas wrinkling as she taps her feet on the hardwood floors. “It’s lonely living by myself.”
“You could visit your mother?” Silver suggests, watching as Kotone’s normally pony-tailed hair cascades past her shoulders.
The girl sighs. “She’ll just convince me to go back home, and I can’t do that. Not when I have a duty here.”
Silver is quiet for a moment. “You could always quit your job.”
“I can’t quit,” she says, eyes wide and watery under the moonlight. “I’m the champion.”
“You could lose,” Silver replies at last.
“I can’t lose on purpose!” Kotone says quietly. “Being the champion is my dream, and I can’t just throw it all away because it doesn’t live up to my expectations.”
“I think your dream was to become a trainer, not the champion,” Silver replies slowly, watching the sloop of Kotone’s shoulders. “Kids dream about becoming trainers and traveling the world. Staying in one place and only being allowed to battle selected trainers is the exact opposite of that dream.”
Kotone looks at him, and Silver supposes that she must have found some sort of comfort in his eyes, because she smiles at him after that. “What did you dream about when you were a kid?”
“I dreamed,” Silver begins to say, looking out at the moon and the Clefairy shaped craters in the distance. “I dreamed that people would stop leaving me.”
“Oh,” Kotone says in a small voice, as if lost for words. Silver thinks that’s okay, because her hand on his arm makes it a lot easier.
A few days later, they’re at the shop in Mahogany Town, Silver going through the shop’s collection of potions while Gold and Kotone whisper in hushed voices by the magazine stand. Silver thinks they’re probably arguing about whether the skitty they saw on the way to town was a boy or girl, but when Silver walks back to the counter, he catches the tail end of the conversation.
“Fine, okay,” Gold is saying. “I know how to settle this. I challenge you to a pokemon battle!”
“You can’t battle me for this!” Kotone says, exasperated.
“Battling for what?” Silver asks, and when they turn to look at him, identical sparks light up their eyes. Suddenly both Kotone and Gold are walking towards him, each one grabbing him by one arm and kissing him on separate cheeks.
“I was first!” Gold says seriously when Kotone shakes her head. “I was! I totally was!”
“You weren’t!” Kotone answers, but looks at Silver anyways. “We’ve decided to go on an adventure, the three of us.”
“We’ll be the most famous triad to walk the land,” Gold insists, all smiles. “We’ll collect badges and camp in the wilderness and explore unmapped terrain! Make names for ourselves!”
“But we’ve already done that before,” Silver says at last.
Kotone laughs, taking a hold of Silver’s right hand while Gold grabs his left. “This time we can do it together.”
fin
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Fandom: Pokemon
Author: blahchiharu
Characters/pairing: Gold/Kotone/Silver
Rating: G
wordcount: ~2000
Summary: Sometimes Silver doesn’t know which one he fell harder for. pokegamefic's summer exchange fic, for ibuberu
This is the fic I wrote for pokegamefic's summer exchange! My recipient was ibuberu and she wanted gold/kotone/silver with the prompt "Can't I even Dream?" I tried to make it as un-angsty as possible, so I hope you like it! thank you mousapelli for beta-ing and chrysa for helping me catch some last-minute typos :)
Silver thinks, even after all these years, they are still boys, and boys will undoubtedly fall for dark auburn hair and sweet smiles. Even now, Silver’s world still revolves around a little girl with pigtails and an unexplainable fascination for over-sized clothing. The changing seasons of his adolescence were spent traveling, gazing at the peaks of the Indigo Plateau from afar, and searching for the same girl in his dreams.
Silver knows he is not alone. After years of carefully constructed bump-ins and encounters with Gold, Silver would like to think that they’ve bonded over their unnecessary need for chivalry towards Kotone. But while they are here and everywhere, Kotone is up there, and the walls of the Indigo Plateau are still as daunting as the first time they stepped through it.
“She wrote me while I was visiting Hoenn,” Gold says over the campfire one night, after having caught sight of Silver in Illex Forest, six months since the last time they’ve bumped shoulders. “She says she misses us and wants us to visit. Aren’t you supposed to be in Sinnoh? Does she know that you’re back in Johto?”
“Does she know that you’re back?” Silver asks instead, watching as the flames flicker in the cool August night. It is summer, the season for swarming surskits. Silver had spent the last two months on the shore of Lake Verity, watching as the days blended into nights, waiting for the familiar tug of his super rod while staring at unknown reflections in the water. Fishing is time consuming but oddly therapeutical, and after spending the coldest winter season of his life in Snowpoint City, Silver is almost relieved at his newly found, albeit tame, hobby.
“No.” Gold smiles sheepishly, and Silver is reminded of their childhood scrimmages, after which Gold would always extend his hand out and wait for the same, consolatory shake as Kotone watched patiently in the back. Silver always thought that Gold would end up with her, but after the initial year, Kotone had separated from Gold as well, unexpectedly showing up and surprising Silver at odd places with the same familiar smile and her loyal Chikorita.
Gold is no better, with his bright grin and endless curiosity. He doesn’t back down, doesn’t know the meaning of backing down. Gold is the last to fight and the first to apologize, always willing to train more, learn more, do more. He smiles and battles everyone with the same enthusiasm as if he were battling the champion, despite knowing that the real one is sitting in her throne, up in the mountains, miles and regions away from his dreams.
Sometimes Silver doesn’t know which one he fell harder for.
“We should visit together, you know,” Gold suggests. He doesn’t mention the word “battle” because they both know that even after years of training and traveling, neither of them can see through Kotone’s deceptive smile and calculating calmness in battle. “I think she’d like that.”
Silver wants to say no, he’s too busy, but Gold’s smile radiates more warmth than the sun that Silver had desperately missed during his stay in Sinnoh, so he agrees, if not only for the company.
They head there by way of Victory Road, reliving all those childhood days spent exploring the crevices of the cave, awing at the new structural support and the swarm of rookie trainers who foolishly challenge them to team battles. Wild pokemon stay away after catching sight of Silver’s Crobat, and they make it out in record time, the darkness of the tunnels no longer as intimidating.
“To battle the champion, you’ll have to defeat the elite four,” Gold reads off the plaque outside of the building, turning to grin at Silver. “What do you say to that?”
“How’s your Typhlosion?” Silver asks.
“How’s your Feraligatr?” Gold laughs in return as they walk up to the familiar pokemon center, Gold’s pokeballs already in hand.
“Really,” Kotone says when she calls her gyarados back into its pokeball. “You couldn’t have just telephoned me on your pokegear to tell me you were coming? Did the two of you have to come challenge me in a roll?” Regardless, her happiness is evident as she pulls them into a group hug, Silver letting out the breath that he’s been holding while Gold complains about how Kotone manages to do the impossible.
“You’re going to treat us to dinner, right?” Gold asks when all three of them turn in their pokeballs in identical trays, waiting as the nurse flusters, hurriedly tending to their pokemon. “You know, you being Ms. Champion with her Champion salary and all.”
Kotone laughs, punching Gold lightly on the arm. “Didn’t your mother teach you to always pay for the lady?” They settle into a familiar warmness, Kotone’s eyes lighting up as she listens to Gold’s stories over dinner. Every now and then, she turns to Silver and expects him to chime in, to which he blinks until she giggles and grabs at Gold’s arm, saying something about how much they’ve changed.
Kotone takes them to her house in Viridian City, only a small commute away from the league. Kotone’s cabinets are filled with sweets and baked goods, the stack of letters and care packages from family, friends, and admirers decorating the kitchen counter as she scavenges for extra cups.
“Oh, won’t you stay here for a while?” She asks later that night, when Silver is done perusing Kotone’s collection of research journals and pokemon magazines, tucked away behind her large gym badge collection on display. “You can share the guest bed with Gold, unless you mind. Or, you can sleep in my bed and I’ll sleep on the cou-”
“The guest bed is fine!” Gold calls from the living room, answering for Silver.
That night, Silver finds himself tucked into the full size bed in Kotone’s guest room, her collection of pokemon plush toys lining the walls as Gold turns from his spot on the left side of the bed.
“Isn’t this fun?” Gold asks, his smile wide as he grabs Silver’s hand. “It’s like we’re camping together in the wild!”
“Except for the wilderness part,” Silver says. “And the camping.”
Gold looks at him for a moment and then bursts out laughing. When he finally settles down, Gold gives Silver’s hand a small squeeze and says, “Good night!”
“Good night,” Silver replies, but Gold’s eyes are already closed, and Silver is falling asleep as well.
In the morning, Kotone bounces into their room, stopping when she finds Silver already awake. She whispers for Silver to keep quiet and then spends a good ten minutes tickling Gold until he wakes up, falling off his side of the bed in the process. Kotone eats breakfast in her pajamas, chewing thoughtfully at her bread as she watches Gold unscrew a new jar of jam. “What do you want to do today?” She asks as Silver finishes his glass of milk.
“Don’t you have to work?” Gold says between mouthfuls of toast.
“I’m not that much of a workaholic, you know,” she laughs. “They’ll call me in if a new challenger arrives. We could explore the town if you want? Green isn't here, in case you were looking for a battle.”
“Is Green ever here?” Gold wants to know.
“He was in town three months ago,” Kotone says, counting the months with her fingers. “I ran into him at the pokemart, and then a trainer asked us both for a joint photo. I’m very famous around these parts, you know.”
“I believe you,” Silver says, and when Kotone beams at him in return, Silver can’t help but feel that he could get used to this.
It turns out that Kotone seldomly gets called into work. She takes them to odd little places during the day, places that Silver normally wouldn’t have given a second glance: the pond on route 22, the cute antique shop by Pewter city, and the weird exhibits rooms at the museum of science. At night, they watch television at Kotone’s house, Gold hogging the tatami mat as they watch weird programs at odd hours of the night. Gold is always the first to go to bed, the sugar rush from his dinner depleted after watching his favorite show on deep-sea pokemon. Kotone stays with Silver for a little bit longer, chatting about their day and plans for tomorrow before retiring to her room as well.
One day Silver uses the bathroom late at night, only to find Kotone sitting at the kitchen table in the darkness, the moon from the window as her only companion as she listens to the howling of hoothoots in the distance. “I couldn’t sleep,” she says when he joins her at the table, her pajamas wrinkling as she taps her feet on the hardwood floors. “It’s lonely living by myself.”
“You could visit your mother?” Silver suggests, watching as Kotone’s normally pony-tailed hair cascades past her shoulders.
The girl sighs. “She’ll just convince me to go back home, and I can’t do that. Not when I have a duty here.”
Silver is quiet for a moment. “You could always quit your job.”
“I can’t quit,” she says, eyes wide and watery under the moonlight. “I’m the champion.”
“You could lose,” Silver replies at last.
“I can’t lose on purpose!” Kotone says quietly. “Being the champion is my dream, and I can’t just throw it all away because it doesn’t live up to my expectations.”
“I think your dream was to become a trainer, not the champion,” Silver replies slowly, watching the sloop of Kotone’s shoulders. “Kids dream about becoming trainers and traveling the world. Staying in one place and only being allowed to battle selected trainers is the exact opposite of that dream.”
Kotone looks at him, and Silver supposes that she must have found some sort of comfort in his eyes, because she smiles at him after that. “What did you dream about when you were a kid?”
“I dreamed,” Silver begins to say, looking out at the moon and the Clefairy shaped craters in the distance. “I dreamed that people would stop leaving me.”
“Oh,” Kotone says in a small voice, as if lost for words. Silver thinks that’s okay, because her hand on his arm makes it a lot easier.
A few days later, they’re at the shop in Mahogany Town, Silver going through the shop’s collection of potions while Gold and Kotone whisper in hushed voices by the magazine stand. Silver thinks they’re probably arguing about whether the skitty they saw on the way to town was a boy or girl, but when Silver walks back to the counter, he catches the tail end of the conversation.
“Fine, okay,” Gold is saying. “I know how to settle this. I challenge you to a pokemon battle!”
“You can’t battle me for this!” Kotone says, exasperated.
“Battling for what?” Silver asks, and when they turn to look at him, identical sparks light up their eyes. Suddenly both Kotone and Gold are walking towards him, each one grabbing him by one arm and kissing him on separate cheeks.
“I was first!” Gold says seriously when Kotone shakes her head. “I was! I totally was!”
“You weren’t!” Kotone answers, but looks at Silver anyways. “We’ve decided to go on an adventure, the three of us.”
“We’ll be the most famous triad to walk the land,” Gold insists, all smiles. “We’ll collect badges and camp in the wilderness and explore unmapped terrain! Make names for ourselves!”
“But we’ve already done that before,” Silver says at last.
Kotone laughs, taking a hold of Silver’s right hand while Gold grabs his left. “This time we can do it together.”
fin
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