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[Sequel to Irritation] Here we go again. You would think that fate was done messing with me at this point. However, it seems that it just LOVES throwing me and my redheaded rival together for some odd reason. (Stubborn/Tsundere!Lyra) Rated: T Gerne: Romance/Humor (SoulSilver)

The bitter mountain winds took a bite of exposed skin as a lonesome figure walked the harsh crag road. They had spent a long day training, and even started training in the dead of night. Doing such things were never such a great idea, but they felt as if they had no choice. They couldn't catch a wink of sleep that night.

Not after that terrible nightmare.

The figure looked up at the cloud-shrouded moon and let out a sigh. Nocturnal training was helpful to their battling, but not much else. They had done this so many times before, but things never seemed to end. The fact was, they were growing so tired of being part of some grand destiny. They wished that they could just stop everything and be normal for even a fraction of a day.

But life doesn't work like that.

Suddenly, the clouds above lifted the veil for a single heartbeat. Milky white ribbons raced for the earth and struck the lone figure with their light. White light aimed a spotlight down on such a mysterious figure, exposing them for who they truly were.

Brunette hair shimmered under the beams of moonlight as the girl looked up at the skies. Her hazel eyes narrowed in rejection before closing entirely. She had no desire to remain out here at such a late hour. She decided right there and then that she would suck it up and head for the Pokémon Center across the mountain. She grabbed a Pokéball from her waist and hurled it high.

A large blue creature with black legs and arms appeared beside her, looking at her with curiosity shining in his blue eyes. A blue ear twitched as his partner motioned to the winding road ahead.

"Change of plans, Lu. We're heading to the Pokémon Center." The Pokémon nodded and took a step closer to the tall brunette. With a unified nod, the duo raced off towards the thin line of trees.

Any bystanders would have been awed as the duo took a strong leap and landed in the branches of these mountain pines. They didn't stop there, though. They then raced along this verdant highway with nimble feet and focused eyes. Before long, the clouds overhead shielded the moon once again, obscuring the duo until only black forms raced through the darkness.

No one could have known that they were here.

Silver's Viewpoint

The grass below my feet was stained with white as the deadly chill of night set in. The winds howled around me, yelling at me with a unified chorus of hate. The bleak night was suffocating me as I walked along this worn-out path within the mountain. Training had been cut short by the icy rains of the afternoon, making me rush for cover in the mountain. Luckily, the storm had lifted during the evening. However, the ice left behind left the proof of the harsh winter rains that had assaulted this quiet local.

"C-Crap," I muttered out a complaint as I pulled my jacket closer to my shivering body. It was times like this that I longed for a winter coat. However, shopping was a dreaded thing and I wouldn't dare set foot in any store around here. The chance of recognition was far too great to risk it. "This wind will be the death of me."

"Oh, you've handled worse, Silvy." A soft muzzle rubbed against my chilled cheek, bringing a bit of warmth to my systems. "You used to frolic out there in three feet deep snowdrifts and make little snow angels in that white powder." The memory flashed in my mind for a fraction of a second before being absorbed into obscurity.

"Yeah, but that was when I was five, Sneasel." The Sharp Claw Pokémon on my back simply flashed me a grin as I continued to walk on. "I'm far too old for such things, and I had an actual coat back then, smart-alack." The black Pokémon simply let out a chuckle as I squinted through the bitter winds and darkness.

"Actually, you were only three years old." I shot him a glare as he simply smiled at me. "You were such a cute little thing back then. You always had a smile on your face and a song on your mind," The bitter memories resurfaced as I fought to keep them down. I didn't need to see such sour things anymore. "Things were always so simple."

"Those times are gone and you know it." I turned away from the rambler and focused on the path ahead. "Right now, I'm going to go back to that Pokémon Center and—"

A sudden snap of tree branches snapped us away from our conversation and straight to the dense line of trees next to the road. Sneasel let out a protective hiss and leaped in front of me, ready to battle an intruder if necessary. I readied myself for battle, one hand on my belt and the other tightened into a fist. A sudden surge of adrenaline sent my mind swimming.

"Show yourself!" My words echoed through the black veil as Sneasel simply growled and barked out a challenge. For a single second, I thought that I had imagined the sound. But suddenly, two black forms jumped out of the pines and launched themselves at us. I dug my feet into the dirt with grimace as the slightly shorter and thicker figure brought its hands to its side. A sudden blast of blue energy grew in its palms before it spun around and flung it at Sneasel. Before I could shout out a warning, my trusted Pokémon leaped away and dodged with ease.

The energy slammed into the ground and exploded into a harsh cloud of dirt and broken grass that swallowed me whole. Before I could get out, the second figure leaped inside the cloud and started to hurl punch after punch my way. I ended up blocking the attacks with my arms and cringing as the figure continued to try to assault me. With a few quick moments of footwork and quick blocks, I managed to dodge their attacks.

"Silver!" Sneasel's yell rang in my ears as I held off my own attacker. With this sudden attack, the possibilities of a Rocket attack swarmed my thoughts. "Silver, it's—" His warning was cut off by another blast, leaving me alone with my own opponent.

"Well then, Rocket," The words spat out with a harsh hatred I hadn't felt in a long time. "I think it's time to end this little dance of ours." I felt a smirk on my face as I launched a punch of my own. That satisfaction died quickly as they ducked out of the way and landed a heck of a punch in my jaw. I found myself falling backwards with a bolt of pain racing through my face and meeting the ground with a ringing of my ears.

The attacker wasted no time leaping on me and holding me down. I let out a moan of pain as the black figure swam in the brown cloud of dirt. A sharp pressure held me down as they grabbed my arms. I mentally struggled to regain the control of my body as they slammed my wrists above my head and held me hostage. The sound of a battle still reached my ears as I fought to get a solid look at this assailant.

The cloud of dirt settled around us and left only a backdrop of tar around us. I grimace with the pain and inner rage as they just sat there, lifting their head high. The clouds overhead momentarily broke and the moonlight rained down on the mountain path. The figure holding me down proved to be a figure covered with a midnight blue pea coat with a pair of worn jeans. Dark black boots adorned their legs from the knees down and dug into my shins as I struggled to breathe.

The figure shook their head and brunette locks danced with the sudden gust of wind. My heart raced as another gasp for air proved fruitless. That face before me was so familiar, I felt like I might choke. The girl holding me down simply narrowed her powerful hazels at my face before letting them widen in shock.

"Silver?!" The voice that left her lips only sealed the facts in the envelope. My heart started to slam against my ribcage as my head swam once again. Only, I knew that this time it wasn't caused by an impact. This time, it was caused by simply seeing her face again.

"L-Lyra Soul!" I struggled under her as I finally found my voice again. I slammed my eyes shut to shield them from such a sight and instead focused on escaping her grasp. "What are you doing?!"

"Well," The grip on my wrists relaxed ever so slightly before she gave them a quick squeeze. "I was trying to defend myself from a strange figure on the road, but apparently, it was only you." I let out a growl as she shifted above me.

"You attacked me first! How is that self-defense?!" My voice squealed with both embarrassment and frustration as my escape attempts ended in vain. "You're stinkin' doing that...that thing you do again!" The weight lifted slightly as she seemed to think about this. I took advantage of this small opening and shoved her off of me.

Lyra Soul's rear kissed the hard dirt below as her eyes widened in shock. I simply sat up and brushed myself off with angry puffs of smoke that rose above my head. The brunette across from me simply blinked with confusion before shaking it off.

"Sorry!" A good-natured apology made me think she was a bit more amused about the situation than I was. "Better safe than sorry, remember?" I shot her a glare at her often-repeated excuse. She simply laughed at my face and rose to her feet. My eyes locked on to the shimmering boots on her thin legs before rising up to her face. A pale hand stretched out towards me, offering aid in returning to my full height.

I gave the exposed skin a hard glare before roughly grabbing it with my own black gloves. My rival grinned as she pulled me up to my feet and inadvertently pull me straight into her. My heart slammed into my chest yet again as she simply stared at me with wide eyes. The sound of my heartbeat flooded my ears and my face began to burn as she simply started to smile at me.

"Well, looks like someone lost weight again, Silvy." Did I say she was smiling? Yeah, that was obviously a smirk now. I let out a hot huff of anger as I pushed away. She simply laughed as we staggered backwards. The sound of footsteps against frosted grass made me look over my shoulder. I soon found Sneasel and a strange blue Pokémon walking towards us with knowing smiles. I just folded my arms and turned away.

"Oh!" The blue Pokémon walked over to Lyra with a determined face as she rested a hand on his shoulder. "Silver! This is Rilu!" I turned back to the blue Pokémon and suddenly found the short Pokémon in every place I looked, projected above this strange body. "He evolved into a Lucario!" She looked down to her Pokémon and smiled. "Isn't that right, Lu?"

The 'Lucario' let out a cheerful bark at her voice. Sneasel rushed back up to his perch and peeked over my shoulder once again. I just found myself staring at my rival with curious eyes. Of all the places to meet my rival... A small smile found a place on my face as I watched her pet her partner and give it a few coos. I didn't expect to see her at this mountain again.

"So," The sound of my rival's voice pulled me out of my thoughts once again. I found my face burning out of embarrassment as she flashed me a grin. "Where are you headed to so late at night?"

I swallowed down the swirl in my gut and focused on my brunette rival before me. "Where do you think, genius? I'm heading to the Pokémon Center for the night." I gave my jacket a final brush as Sneasel watched on. "You just had to jump me and punch me, didn't you?" I narrowed my eyes as she gave me a look of sharp pain. "You always seem to land a hit on me when we meet."

"I'm sorry!" She took a step forward as she looked at my chin. "Does it hurt? I'm so sorry! I really thought that you were—" She broke off abruptly before shaking her head and giving me a forced smile. "I know! I'll make it up to you."

A skeptical raise of my eyebrows followed suit. "How do you expect to do that?" My rival shifted in her place before taking her yellow bag—which I did not see when she was pounding me—off of her shoulder and then digging through the main pocket. I watched for a while until she pulled out a full-sized bike. My jaw promptly dropped open at this strange sight.

"We can ride my bike to the Center!" She smiled a genuine smile as she mounted her vibrant red bike. "It's one of the fastest models available, and I'm certain that you wouldn't want to walk to the Pokémon Center." I gave her a hard glare as our Pokémon simply waited for a decision.

"You expect me to ride on that, a bike with only one seat." She simply nodded and waited on the black seat with narrowed eyes. On one hand, it's a free ride to the Center. On the other hand... I shuddered as I realized the dreaded complications of having only one seat on a bike. "You can't be serious."

She just shrugged and flashed me a knowing grin. "You can walk in the cold out here, without a coat...or you can ride with me and get there within minutes." I narrowed my eyes as she narrowed her own, issuing a silent challenge. "Your choice."

"Take the deal, Silver!" The Sneasel on my shoulder was not being helpful right now. "I'm tired and cold and really hungry and please take her up on her offer! Just ignore your little rivalry for once and ride the stinkin' bike!" I let out a long sigh before taking a step forward.

"Fine, I'll ride." Lyra's face lit up before she returned her Lucario to his Pokéball. "But just this once." I shot her a glare as she simply waited on her bike. "And you had better keep quiet about this whole thing, got it?"

She simply laughed as I tried to manuever myself behind her on the small—far too small—seat. "Let me guess, this is just for tonight? Yeah, I'm pretty familiar with that." I ended nearly falling off as she put her hands on the handlebars. "Oh, and you're going to want to hold on."

"I am not holding you." The words came out a bit harsher than I expected as my cheeks warmed up. "That is where I draw the line, Lyra." Sneasel seemed to let out a small sound of disapproval as my rival laughed it off.

"Suit yourself, but you'll change your mind when we get going." Before I could question what she meant by that, she dropped the only support and pedaled away. I found a yell escaping my mouth as the world around me became a drab, blue blur. Sneasel let out a cheer on my shoulder as Lyra Soul laughed like a madwoman.

I'm going to fall off. I am going to fall off! Oh Lugia, why is this thing so fast?! I found myself grabbing my rival with a hiss of frustration as we seemed to speed through the mountain. My heart throbbed in my chest to the point that I feared she could feel it through her back. Despite the fact that my ego was sustaining a serious blow, I was surviving this speeding deathtrap.

A sharp laugh escaped the wind as my rival leaned backwards. "Told you!" I just spat out some sort of insult that was stolen by the gushing gale. My rival's back was pressing against my chest and causing a massive discomfort inside of me by this strange change of events.

I have never been more sure that she was going to be the death of me.

Author's Note: Hello there and welcome to "Frustration", the sequel to my series "Irritation"! I'm so excited to get started on the second half to the story of Lyra and Silver. If you're looking for some SoulSilver fluff with humor, mishaps and messed-up cliches, you're in the right place! I hope that you'll enjoy this series just as much—if not a bit more—than "Irritation".

This time, we start with Silver's viewpoint! It seems that all is not well on Mt. Moon this winter evening. Why's that, you ask? Well, Lyra Soul is around, that's why! Whenever our little brunette is around, trouble and excitement seems only a blink away. Things are guaranteed to be quite the interesting adventure. Just so you know, this story takes place around a year or so after "Irritation", during a break between Lyra's completion of the Gyms and her training. Silver, as we saw in the very end of "Irritation"—and Pokémon HeartGold and SoulSilver—followed his rival to the region of Kanto.

How will things turn out this time around? Well, stay tuned, dear readers and you will soon find out!