A/N: Yayy! I finally get some time to write again! Anyways, I've decided to take the 100 Themes challenge! I hope to actually complete this series. :D And yes, it is SoulSilverShipping. Enjoy!~

This disclaimer goes to every single chapter of this fic: I don't own Pokémon. It belongs to Satoshi Tajiri.

Edit: I'm casually removing the 'x' things and revising. No need to worry. This fic is still on. :3

1. Birth

Silver watched in anger as his Totodile fell to the ground, defeated. The opponent, a Cyndaquil, danced in happiness in its victory. Silver glared at it, fists clenching. Had he picked the wrong Pokémon?

"Yayy! You did it, Cynders! Awesome job!" Lyra chirped, clapping her hands in joy. She then scooped up the fire mouse Pokémon and hugged it tightly, praising it for its success.

"Stupid, weak, pathetic Pokémon..." Silver mumbled, recalling his fainted Totodile. He glanced at Lyra, who was still hugging her Pokémon. The sight disgusted him, all the 'love' and 'affection' and whatnot. Love was for the weak, for blind fools, as he would recall it. All one needed was power.

He walked over to the brunette and glared at her. "Don't get so cocky, you only had beginner's luck," he spat bitterly.

Lyra halted her cheering and looked at Silver. "I'm not being cocky, I'm only praising my Pokémon, is all." She smiled brightly at him. "Your Pokémon did great out there! Why aren't you praising it?" She gave him a curious stare.

"Pokémon don't need praising. They are only tools." he replied sourly.

Lyra frowned and shook her head. "No they aren't. Pokémon are not tools, they are living beings, like you and me," she retorted, the bright smile gracing her lips again.

Silver sighed, wondering what in the hell was the matter with this girl. She was obviously one of those idiots who thinks that the world is a happy place filled with rainbows and sunshine, when in reality, it's filled with hatred and danger. "Well, whatever, I'm leaving. So move." He shoved past her, hands in his pockets.

"Owww... Meanie..." she muttered, rubbing her hand where Silver had shoved her. Her Cyndaquil suddenly tapped one of her legs, waving a small little rectangle in his paws. Lyra noticed what it was.

It was a trainer card.

"Hmm?" she mumbled, taking the card into her hands. She studied it, then grinned.

It belonged to the passerboy she just battled.

She caught up with Silver, who wasn't that far away, wanting to return his trainer card. "Wait! Silver!" she exclaimed, waving his card in her hand.

Silver's head snapped up at the sound of his name. 'What the hell?' He checked his pockets, only to realize that his trainer card was missing.

Lyra waved the card in his face. "So, your name is Silver?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

He snatched it rudely from her hand. "Why do you care?" he hissed in annoyance.

Lyra, however, wasn't affected by his rudeness. "Silver... That's a cute name, for a cute boy like you." She giggled, one hand covering her mouth.

"W-Whaa?" he stuttered like an idiot, a faint blush covering his cheeks.

She grinned at him, failing to notice his blush. "Well I'm Lyra! Nice to meet ya," she cheered, the smile never leaving her face.

"W-Whatever!" he exclaimed, running past her into Cherrygrove City.

Lyra kept giggling. "He's cute. Too bad he's a jerk... C'mon Cynders, let's go back to New Bark." Cynders nodded, following his trainer.

Little did they know, this was the birth of something new.