Clumsy footfalls echoed through the labyrinth of caverns as Lyra hurried through
the Victory Road caves. Her best friend was about to battle the elite four and then the champion and there was NO way she was going to miss it. The blue mouse in her arms chirped. "Ril!"
"What is it Mary?" She questioned taking a glance around, and her eyes fell on a conspicuous red hair sticking out from behind a stalagmite.
She cocked her head to the side curiously and wandered closer quietly.
She peeked around the rock formation and found the backside of a young man, about Ethan’s age with longer red hair, and a familiar cowlick that belonged to the pokemon thief she had tried to stop almost two months ago. The same boy who Ethan now claimed was his friend. He was peering around the stone, most likely looking to find the source of the noise she had been making. The teenaged girl took the moment to look the boy over as she struggled to recall his name. He was average height at most, but still considerably taller than her own 5’2’’ and not at all unattractive. Dark and handsome, he was everything most teenage girls fantasized about, other than the fact he was a criminal and such. “Silver?”
The red head whirled around and whipped out a pokeball then paused when he recognized her. “Oh, it’s you.” He grumbled and returned the pokeball to his pocket, obviously not seeing her as a threat.
“I never properly introduced myself.” She held out her hand with a smile. “My name is –“
Silver ignored her hand. “Lyra. I know.”
“How did you-“
Silver cut her off again, making no effort to hide his desire to end the conversation. “Ethan told me about you.” He moved to brush her rather roughly aside, but she caught hold of his sleeve.
“Do you need to push me everytime we meet?” She pouted. “You’re Ethan’s friend now, so that makes us friends too, and that’s not friends treat each other.”
The boy attempted to yank his arm out of her grasp, but only successed in causing her to stumble into him and drop her Marrill. “Get off me.”
“No.” she stuck her tongue out childishly and he scoffed. She ignored his blatant disdain as she noticed he was moving away from the League. “Where are you going?”
He yanked his arm again, but she still held tight and stumbled, tripping over her Marill and falling into his arms. “To train.” He pushed her off, but she still kept an iron grip on his sleeve.
“But Ethan’s about to battle the Elite Four!” She gasped. “You should be there.”
He rolled his eyes, but seemed to give up on dislodging her. “I’m not Ethan’s friend, I’m his rival. So I should be training to beat him, not supporting him like some pathetic schoolgirl like you.”
She set her jaw. “You’re coming.”
Silver’s brow furrowed, unable to decide wither she was serious or if he should be angry at her audacity. “What?”
She looked him straight in the eye. “You. Are. Coming.” And then yanked, completely ineffectively, on his wrist. Marrill scampered behind him and pushed at his heels, but still neither could move him.
A small smile tugged on the corner of his mouth in spite of himself. It was rather amusing watching the petite girl and her tiny pokemon struggle to move him. Not to mention a nice ego boost after his defeat at the hands of Ethan.
After watching her struggle for a while he easily pulled the lightweight girl back towards him with the very wrist she had been tugging futilely on. Her chocolate brown eyes widened in surprise as she suddenly found herself looking up at the redhead. She stared up at him like a sunflower gazing at the sun for the first time and he tilted his own face down so they nearly met nose to nose. "No. I'm not." He smirked at the shocked look on her childish face. She still stood stunned and Silver took the moment to notice the brightness of her eyes. They, like everything else about her, were filled with a sense innocence and wonder at the world around her, and at the moment all of this was focused on him.
These childlike lips suddenly spouted, "You're really attractive."
Silver jumped away from her as his face flooded red. "What?"
"You're really attractive." She repeated the statement frankly and with the same innocent smile as though she was oblivious to the way her words were making him flush. "You're tallish, and strong, and confident. And you have really nice hair and a cute nose." She walked right up to him and took the stunned boy by the hand. "You just need to be a little nicer!" She continued as she led him merrily through the caves with the Marrill at his heels. His mind swam in confusion as she complimented him in this and that and asked him about his ambitions. He mostly nodded dumbly and responded in simple sentences for he was busy trying to evaluate the girl before him. She was petite, although Ethan had told he she was their age she looked much younger. As she navigated them through the rocks and across tiny stray streams of water, without relinquishing his hand for a moment, he supposed she reminded him of the pixies from the fairytales Ariana used to read to him.
Small, sweet, childish, but with hint of impishness that was sure to lead her into trouble.
They soon reached the caves exit, the sight of Silvers last ignominy at Ethan's hands, and he suddenly realized what she was doing.
He forceful ripped his hand away from her and nearly tripped over the Marill as he backed away. "YOU WERE TRYING TO DISTRACT ME SO YOU COULD MAKE ME COME BACK AND WATCH ETHAN!"
She shrugged her shoulders with an impish smile on her face. "It almost worked."
The boy gawked at her.
She was right. It almost had. Despite her naive appearance, this girl was pretty shrewd. May it would be nice to stick around a bit.
With a grudging seed of respect he looked the fairy like girl over again. "Maybe I'll watch a little, I'd like to see Lance taken down a few pegs."
Her face lit up. "Really!"
He shrugged with a mock display of cavalier disinterest. "I can spare a few hours of training. Ethan just got lucky last time."
Lyra grabbed his hand with a giggle. "What ever you say." And she pulled out onto the plateau with Marill at their heels.