ONE_BLACK
Hilbert Black wasn't ready to face the Hero of Truth.
Hell, he wasn't even ready to take the first step onto that bridge.
But then again, it wasn't as though he truly had a choice in how he spent what might have been the last hours of his life.
So he took the step, slowly ascending to the top, to the castle that housed his opponent.
And he entered it.
"Brother!"
There were six trying to delay him. Eight countered them. Black went on. Up the stairs to the next floor.
"Stop!"
No trouble. Only footsteps echoing down the hall, paving the path he took to the king of Team Plasma.
"We can still rule together, correct?"
He found the large ornate door. Ghetsis. He treaded into the throne room.
There he was.. The Hero of Truth. N. Black steeled his face. The green haired man cracked a smile, tired yet ecstatic. "You came."
"No! I'm tired of your world. Your perfect, little world. Your ideals are not true!"
Black returned the grin. "I did."
"Unova needs to change. People can't keep enslaving Pokémon. But you don't see that. I can tell."
"But, Brother, it can still—"
Black shook his head, taking a step forward. N whistled, and loud roar sounded out. Suddenly, a hole was blasted into the throne room. The white dragon Reshiram landed in, standing calmly in the center of the room. Then it let out an ear-piercing scream, emitting its shear energy and evaporated the water.
"Shut up! I renounce you as my twin!"
Black's bag stared to vibrate. The Dark Stone floated out, and started to spin around. Wind arose in the room. He felt pressure start in the back of his head. It was Zekrom, the black dragon.
"So be it..."
N, if he was, hid his surprise completely. "Zekrom has chosen you as its hero. Show it then, your ideals."
"We now oppose each other."
Black sent out his first Pokémon.