Hey guys, if you ever feel like you shouldn't request because you like a less popular ship, that's not true. I don't mind writing most ships as long as they're from the manga or games, cause I haven't watched the anime.

Warning: this chapter does include angst

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Gold choked on a stem as flowers poured from his mouth. Roses. The purest of crimsons.

Tears streamed from his eyes because of the strain, his throat was scratched and bleeding from the thorns. Petals scattered all over his livingroom floor.

Blood soaked the petals and Gold wheezed for relief. The petals finally coming to a halt. He gasped for breath, holding his neck. He backed against the couch, heaving breaths.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to revel in the peace that had washed over him for the moment, but when he closed his eyes a blinding smile made its it's way into his vision.

"Red..." his voice called hoarsely, into an empty home. Gold always cheered up when he saw the boy's smile. His aching heart now overpowered the ache in his throat.

"Dude you cant keep living like this," Gold's friend, Silver walked into the room, grabbing a broom and sweeping up the roses, "you're going to die."

Silver's grave tone made Gold feel a little guilty, he knew he was dying, and he knew it was only a matter of time, but he wanted this love, he wanted to believe that one day it would be returned.

"You wont even tell me who it is, how am I supposed to help," Silver sat next to him.

"I'm fine," he coughed, smiling a little, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Nothing can keep me down."

Silver sighed, "Sign up for the surgery, I'm begging you," he pleaded, hating to see his friend in such a state. Gold just looked away with a scowl.

"They wouldn't want you to die either," Silver finished, standing up and leaving the house. Gold sat there, staring blankly, thinking about Silver's statement. He was right, Gold knew.

But he couldn't imagine not having a deep seated admiration for Red. His bright eyes, his gorgeous face, his kind heart, he didn't want that to go away.

Pain coursed through him once again, and he sat there, still as petals drifted and fell from his lips, he spit, rose petals scattering.

His Pokegear chimed next to him and he coughed, rubbing his neck. He picked up the Pokegear, "Hello?" He tried to ask in his normally cheerful tone.

"Dude, you up for a Pokemon battle later?" His heart leapt at the voice from the other side, "Saur is raring to go!"

For a moment he felt the sickness well up again, but he pushed it down, "Of course man, but maybe not right now, hows Saturday?" He asked, holding back tears.

"Saturday should be cool, see ya then!" Red replied, the other line going blank, he sat there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, before dialing up Silver.

"Please take me to the hospital."

The white of the ceiling was nothing compared to the pale skin of the boy in the bed. Blood dripped from his mouth as he laid there, Nurse Joy was at his side, preparing for the surgery.

Silver waited outside the room, worried about his friend. He hadn't wanted it to come to this, but it was for the best. He called the other dexholders, explaining that Gold was getting surgery, but he withheld what he was getting surgery for from them.

They showed up, Gold could hear muffled voices beyond the door, and then Nurse Joy asked him for final confirmation before putting him under for the process.

When he woke up, he felt lighter, his chest was clear and the pain was gone, his throat still felt a little sore. He felt relieved, but it also felt like something was missing.

He looked up to his friends, smiling at them, "I'm fine guys," he beamed, "what were you all worried about me?" He asked with a smirk.

He saw another person walk in, they had spiked black hair, red eyes, and a bright smile as they looked at him.

"Nice to that you're okay," they said in a relieved tone. Almost as if they knew him.

"Who are you?"

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