N was like any other kid. Well, other than the fact that he had been locked up in his own room for over half his life, he was pretty dang normal. As normal as any kid who also happens to be a king. But that's beside the point.
Today was the day he had been looking forward to for the majority of his life. His one chance of freedom; the one day he could finally escape. The circus was in town. Nimbasa City, if we're being specific about which town.
But the boy could never know what adventures awaited him. Sure, he would meet the girl of his dreams, but that's irrelevant right now. Well, now as in right now; it'll be relevant in about three minutes. But besides the girl, he would have to win the hearts of millions of people and their pokemon and lay his claim on the title of "Hero" before any other king decided to get wise and claim the title for himself.
Anyway, let's get on with the story.
It was nearing midday now, and the sun shone brightly against the blue skies. Light streamed in through the windows of the castle, cloaking the inside with a warm glow. N nervously stood in front of two large, wooden doors. He knocked twice, waited, and when he received no answer, pushed the doors open and entered the room anyway.
His father, Ghetsis, rested in a large chair tilted slightly toward a flickering fireplace. The flames danced about, creating oddly shaped figures on the surrounding walls. Save for the fire, the room was dark, with long purple and gold curtains smothering any light that dared to enter through the windows.
Ghetsis paid no mind to his son and continued glaring down at the floor. That was the last time he would ever try to drink fruit punch in the dark. The stain would never come out, but if he kept the room as dark as it was now, none would be the wiser.
N coughed slightly before speaking. "Father, I have something I must ask."
"No, you cannot go to the circus. You must only leave this castle when you are needed for, uh, King reasons. Yeah let's go with that." Ghetsis continued glaring at the stain, refusing to make eye contact with the boy.
"W-what? How did you - but daaaaaadd! I'm a big boy now! Can't I leave this castle?" His voice cracked about midway through his whining, making him seem sound even more so like the little child he was.
At last, his father slowly lifted his head and turned toward him. He narrowed his eyes and snarled. "No son. You're too beautiful for this world."
"B-but, father! The world needs more beauty! It is already filled with so much...ugly."
Ghetsis shook his head slowly and rose from his seat. He made his way over to the window to the right of the fireplace and lifted the curtain slightly as to see the world outside of the castle. Even though the castle is currently underground beneath the Elite Four at this point in the story, he somehow still managed to see the world around him. He was that powerful.
"Watch your tongue son! Did you forget about the pokemon of this world? Did you forget about the weedles? They are in no way ugly." Ghetsis clicked his tongue before turning to look at his son. "They are in no way a part of the ugly."
At those words, those precise words (those words about weedles), images began flickering in N's mind. Memories flooded his thoughts. Memories of that girl and her weedle. That Hilda girl and her most definitely not ugly weedle. He suddenly felt light-headed and woozy, feeling the need now more than ever to get out of this dang castle and see that circus (and also Hilda and her weedle). He grabbed the brim of his hat, pulling it down further and covering his eyes.
He first took a step toward his father and then in a burst of speed, turned the other way and fled.
"W-weedle! WEEDLE!" He cried out as he burst through the door and through the long, winding corridors of the castle. Ghetsis only stood in front of the window, slightly shocked but not really over his son's actions. He thought about saying something, but by the time he thought of something to say, he was about three minutes too late.
"I didn't got to tell him how I feel," he whispered, sobs breaking his normally calm demeanor. "I never got to tell him how I feel about the weedles."