Title: Restless
Rating: G
Pairing: Iris x Silver (RestlessShipping)
Summary: Iris becomes curious about Silver a year after his is accused of murdering Kris. Her curiosity leads them both discovering that they have been chosen to be partners in the upcoming Heart Bond Tournament. The story is also available on Fanfiction.net and SPPF.
The man looks lonely. No one dared to approached him. I wonder why nobody will come forward and offer him something? The whispers float around him as if he had composed a massacre. I don't understand what the fuss was all about: he looks like just a cute guy to me. Adorable, but moody. I'm sure he has a wonderful smile. I asked my friends and all they said was to be wary of the man. They would not tell me what he has done, which has made me even more curious about the man. I have an urge to know more.
They called him Silver. I heard he was a son of the Team Rocket boss. It seems as if they have judged him based on his family. This is so unfair, I thought. I like some good gossip now and again, but I think this is cruel. How would they feel if they were in Silver's shoes? Always being compared to your father and always assumed you are a criminal at birth. My heart goes out to him. All these people quit to talk about him, without even knowing him properly are beginning to make me bite my tongue. What I think makes it even more sad is that Silver seems to be used to the vicious tongues. He must get that all the time. But what on earth is he doing sitting on that rock in the pouring rain? His red hair was beginning to frizzle up and strands were starting. Everyone began to mind their own business again as the rain forced it's way on the ground.
The winter wind splattered frosty raindrops and the voice of the sea sung a storm. The thunder strikes reminded me of when Olivine City had a lot of media coverage this time last year. A murder took place in the lighthouse and the victim's body was dumped in the ocean. The prime suspect was someone who looked very similar to Silver. It might have actually have been Silver, but if he was cleared, then surely they would have moved on by now.
The victim was a young woman named Kris. She had the same colour hair as me, but had a much brighter shade. I don't know that much about the case myself but I have a feeling that Silver is innocent. I don't even know him, but it's that strong instinct thumping inside of me. I stared at the door for just a few moments. Then scurried outside. I smiled as I opened the door. I didn't wish to appear weird to Silver. He didn't seem to notice me as he gazed at the waters.
I crept behind. He was yet to turn around. I knew what the people would say if they saw me. They would label me as a silly girl. I may not have the best behaviour in the world, but I consider myself to be cheerful. I felt the words I wanted to speak, but my lips were sealed.
"Aren't you cold?" Silver asked. His soft spoken words startled me. Now he had my attention, I feel compelled to prove his innocence. Still his back faced me as he gazed into the sea. Perhaps he was paying attention after all.
"I was just about to ask you the same question," I replied. "Why don't you come in?" I held onto his arm and managed to capture his eye-contact.
"I am fine," Silver replied. "Thank you for your concern."
"No problem."
"You seem scared."
"I'm not..."
"It's understandable," Silver interrupted. "I've seen greater wimps in my time."
"What's that suppose to mean?" I asked as I raised an eyebrow. If he was referring to the gossiping crowds in the restaurant then I must say he has a point.
"Nevermind," Silver responded. His face staring straight out to sea.
"You must really like the sea," I said, "me too." I had a feeling that I was beginning to annoy him, but I didn't want to leave him alone. The cold wind dances around us, making the rain feel like ice.
"It's all right, I guess." He got an umbrella from out of his pocket and passed it to me. "Perhaps you should go back inside," he suggested. "If you wish to stay, you may use my umbrella."
I accepted it, smiled and said, "Thanks a lot."
"No problem."
Our first meeting seemed to be going fine, but I know it could be better. I dislike these awkward moments of silence. I wondered if last year's murder and the suspect were related to him, but I felt that it was too soon to bring it up. I had to make sure this is not the last time we meet. I had become interested in him. I'm not sure how or why, but I had to follow my instinct.
"I shall leave for now," Silver said. "I may see you later, I may not. Farewell..."
"Iris," I said. "My name is Iris."
"Farewell for now Iris," Silver said as he marched to the beach. "My name is Silver. Yes I was arrested for a murder that happened last year in case you were wondering." This is the type of guy that I should avoid, but I think I like him. I pout as I watch him walk away. The danger was attractive but the risk was worth taking. The short conversation was intense with comfortable tension. The more I think about it, the more complicated it seems. I can't say it's romantic: it's far too soon.
Or is it?
Rating: G
Pairing: Iris x Silver (RestlessShipping)
Summary: Iris becomes curious about Silver a year after his is accused of murdering Kris. Her curiosity leads them both discovering that they have been chosen to be partners in the upcoming Heart Bond Tournament. The story is also available on Fanfiction.net and SPPF.
~R e s t l e s s~
C h a p t e r o n e
The man looks lonely. No one dared to approached him. I wonder why nobody will come forward and offer him something? The whispers float around him as if he had composed a massacre. I don't understand what the fuss was all about: he looks like just a cute guy to me. Adorable, but moody. I'm sure he has a wonderful smile. I asked my friends and all they said was to be wary of the man. They would not tell me what he has done, which has made me even more curious about the man. I have an urge to know more.
They called him Silver. I heard he was a son of the Team Rocket boss. It seems as if they have judged him based on his family. This is so unfair, I thought. I like some good gossip now and again, but I think this is cruel. How would they feel if they were in Silver's shoes? Always being compared to your father and always assumed you are a criminal at birth. My heart goes out to him. All these people quit to talk about him, without even knowing him properly are beginning to make me bite my tongue. What I think makes it even more sad is that Silver seems to be used to the vicious tongues. He must get that all the time. But what on earth is he doing sitting on that rock in the pouring rain? His red hair was beginning to frizzle up and strands were starting. Everyone began to mind their own business again as the rain forced it's way on the ground.
The winter wind splattered frosty raindrops and the voice of the sea sung a storm. The thunder strikes reminded me of when Olivine City had a lot of media coverage this time last year. A murder took place in the lighthouse and the victim's body was dumped in the ocean. The prime suspect was someone who looked very similar to Silver. It might have actually have been Silver, but if he was cleared, then surely they would have moved on by now.
The victim was a young woman named Kris. She had the same colour hair as me, but had a much brighter shade. I don't know that much about the case myself but I have a feeling that Silver is innocent. I don't even know him, but it's that strong instinct thumping inside of me. I stared at the door for just a few moments. Then scurried outside. I smiled as I opened the door. I didn't wish to appear weird to Silver. He didn't seem to notice me as he gazed at the waters.
I crept behind. He was yet to turn around. I knew what the people would say if they saw me. They would label me as a silly girl. I may not have the best behaviour in the world, but I consider myself to be cheerful. I felt the words I wanted to speak, but my lips were sealed.
"Aren't you cold?" Silver asked. His soft spoken words startled me. Now he had my attention, I feel compelled to prove his innocence. Still his back faced me as he gazed into the sea. Perhaps he was paying attention after all.
"I was just about to ask you the same question," I replied. "Why don't you come in?" I held onto his arm and managed to capture his eye-contact.
"I am fine," Silver replied. "Thank you for your concern."
"No problem."
"You seem scared."
"I'm not..."
"It's understandable," Silver interrupted. "I've seen greater wimps in my time."
"What's that suppose to mean?" I asked as I raised an eyebrow. If he was referring to the gossiping crowds in the restaurant then I must say he has a point.
"Nevermind," Silver responded. His face staring straight out to sea.
"You must really like the sea," I said, "me too." I had a feeling that I was beginning to annoy him, but I didn't want to leave him alone. The cold wind dances around us, making the rain feel like ice.
"It's all right, I guess." He got an umbrella from out of his pocket and passed it to me. "Perhaps you should go back inside," he suggested. "If you wish to stay, you may use my umbrella."
I accepted it, smiled and said, "Thanks a lot."
"No problem."
Our first meeting seemed to be going fine, but I know it could be better. I dislike these awkward moments of silence. I wondered if last year's murder and the suspect were related to him, but I felt that it was too soon to bring it up. I had to make sure this is not the last time we meet. I had become interested in him. I'm not sure how or why, but I had to follow my instinct.
"I shall leave for now," Silver said. "I may see you later, I may not. Farewell..."
"Iris," I said. "My name is Iris."
"Farewell for now Iris," Silver said as he marched to the beach. "My name is Silver. Yes I was arrested for a murder that happened last year in case you were wondering." This is the type of guy that I should avoid, but I think I like him. I pout as I watch him walk away. The danger was attractive but the risk was worth taking. The short conversation was intense with comfortable tension. The more I think about it, the more complicated it seems. I can't say it's romantic: it's far too soon.
Or is it?