| The Truth of an Ideal |

To become a champion - it was his ideal. An ideal that he made his dream. A dream that he made come true. But the cost had always been high for him. And when he earned the crown, was it then he realized, that he never wanted it.

Hilbert was a normal kid. He dreamt a normal dream. He admired the champion and made it his dream to become a champion one day. But the fate had stored something else for him. The course of the journey was filled with surprises, but N surpassed them all. From a random green haired boy along the way to a fierce rival - but Hilbert's feelings turned upside down when he learned that N was the rightful king of Team Plasma. But even though Hilbert deemed N an enemy, he couldn't bring himself to hate him. The more they fought - the more he understood. And before he knew, he became someone who understood N the most. But the final battle that waged between them - had already changed everything.

Two trainers. Two dreams. One truth. One ideal.

What would happen when truth and ideal clash together?

Dreams would shatter and sacrifices would be made. And the result would be more disastrous than Hilbert could ever contemplate.

Author: StreetRacer-Sam

Genre: Friendship. Hurt/comfort.

A Pokemon Short-Story.


"Hilbert… I want to talk to you about something."

When the words echoed behind him – momentarily – Hilbert shivered. N's voice had never wavered like this before, and Hilbert found an apprehensive feeling dwelling inside of him. Still somehow shocked, Hilbert turned around. N was standing right behind him, his long green hair swaying and rim of his cap covering his eyes.

N turned around, his feet leading him away. The way he walked – Hilbert could not help but wonder if he was trying to tell something. Nonetheless, he followed right behind him.

"It's… It's about the time I first met you in Accumula Town," N said. "When I heard what your Pokémon was saying… I was shocked…"

Hilbert slightly winced at his voice, but his body tensed at that memory.

It had been just a few days since he received his very first Pokemon from Professor Juniper. He had just left for his journey with Bianca and Cheren. The three started together but ended splitting up. It was competition, a race – who would catch the most Pokemon before they meet again?

He never succeeded. He was a novice. Immature. Impatient. But he tried. He put all of his faith in the young Oshawott and worked together with him. He did it – he managed to catch that Lillipup!

In the end, nothing else mattered. He wasn't bothered that he did not win. But he was glad that he caught a new Pokemon. And he cherished the thought that he made a new friend in another young life.

Maybe there was something about that moment, that memory, which started something between him and Oshawott. Perhaps N noticed it, too. He remembered exactly what N had said when they met in Accumula Town, and how much it mattered to him.

Because what it said was…

"…I was shocked because that Pokemon said it liked you…"

Hilbert, too, was shocked. He even considered N crazy for a moment. But those words stirred inside him. He felt – surprisingly – appreciated. Because he remembered, when he looked down in his arms, Oshawott looked up at him and smiled widely, waving his arms happily. He could not help but realize – N wasn't messing with him.

"…it said it wanted to be with you…"

As friends.

What he said that day was true.

N stopped amidst the track. By the time Hilbert noticed it, he realized, he had stopped, too. His eyes moved away from N. He looked around. The entire hall was destroyed, berated. The pillars were down. Walls were broken. He could still see debris falling from the roof. But more importantly, he could still see the two mightiest dragons lying unconscious on the floor. They looked lifeless. But there were slight movements. They were breathing – even if unconscious.

"I couldn't understand…" Hilbert breathed inwardly and looked back at N who was now looking back at him. After the long silence that he had spoken, Hilbert – indeed – was startled. "I couldn't believe there were Pokemon who liked humans… Because up until now, I had never met a Pokemon like that…"

Hilbert grasped the strap of his bag. Something stirred inside him. He felt – for some reasons – apprehensive. He saw as N began to walk again, his voice once again killing the silence.

"The longer my journey continued, the more unsure I became. All I kept meeting were Pokemon and human, who cared about each other. They wanted to be with each other…" he breathed and stopped again, shaking his head left and right – a habit of N that Hilbert had grown accustomed to. "That's why… That's why I needed to confirm my belief, to confirm that the doubt wasn't just a whim, but a truth. I wanted to battle you… I wanted to confront you, a hero, as a hero… And that… I needed that more than anything."

Hilbert's grip tightened around the strap of his bag, almost clutching it as if he was about to break it. His hand started wavering. His mouth opened agape and he breathed in. And as soon as N started walking, he followed, and never did he realize how wobbly his legs were at that moment.

N walked past – what was once a mighty throne for the mighty king of Team Plasma. The throne was no more, but the shattered pieces of it along the way.

The once mighty castle was now a complete ruin. The wall behind the throne was completely gone, and the clouds could be seen in the distance. Cool and moist wind sprinkled against their faces as they walked.

But N stopped. And so did Hilbert. N turned around and – standing on a boulder – looked at the younger boy.

"There is no way a person like me, who understands Pokemon only – No…No…" N shook his head again, smiling downwards at his own words. "…I actually didn't understand them either. Meeting so many people, surrounded by so many friends… No way I can measure up to you when all I did was follow my own truth."

Hilbert swallowed hard, but his throat remained dry. N-No… The voice wavered in his head. No. He tried. No…No…No… He tried again, and again, and again. No! NO! He even screamed. But words never came out of his throat, but bounced in his head, hammering over and over again. Every attempt felt like it was taking a part of him away. Even his heart felt heavy as if it was about to give up as well.

"The champion has forgiven me…" N said and turned around. With his back facing Hilbert, he raised his hand up and reached out for the sun. His hand grasped on it and for a moment – a feeling of satisfaction washed over him. "What I should do now… is something I have to decide myself."

The evident pain finally took over Hilbert when N looked back at him. When N noticed Hilbert's expression – he frowned slightly, but then closed his eyes and looked down.

N-No… Words wavered in his mind again. Completely lost in the echo of his own words, Hilbert tried to move, but failed. His ears, however, did pick up on the noise of debris and rocks moving behind him. He did not even have to look behind to see what it was. Reshiram flew over his head and out of the broken wall. Confused, he looked back and saw Zekrom standing behind him at some distance. A slight roar was all he heard from the dragon of ideal.

"Hilbert!" N called, and Hilbert looked back at him. "You said you have a dream… That dream… Make it come true." His grip finally loosed around the strap of his bag - and Hilbert found himself staring blankly at the green haired boy. The words had a deeper meaning than what it said, and he did not like it one bit. "Wonderful dreams and ideals give you the power to change the world! If anyone can, it's you… Hilbert."

Reshiram descended down from the sky that moment, and hovered behind N. The dragon of the truth stared at Hilbert; his blue eyes glanced deep within his heart. He could not help but feel as if the white dragon was talking to him, and as he roared, Hilbert realized that indeed he was.

"Well then…" A quiet voice brought Hilbert out of his trance. N's eyes moved from his feet to Hilbert's eyes. When the words faded in the thin air, N tilted his sidewise and gave the most radiant and beautiful smile he ever could. "…farewell… my friend."

Everything threw him over the edge at that moment. His emotions, dreams, ideal – nothing mattered at that moment. But as Hilbert rushed forward, his feet bumping against the boulders, and barely saving himself from falling down – he realized he was too late. All he could grasp was thin air, and all he could see was that smiling face through his hazy eyes, fading into the distance.

Breathing in, Hilbert fell on his knees.

"Don't leave…."

At that moment he realized, to become something great – the champion of the region – he had just lost something more important.

And forever.


Hey, people. You guys might know me from my drama/romance and mystery/tragedy Pokemon stories. If you don't, I still welcome you here. So as you can see, this story is my first ever attempt to write down the characters other than anime exclusive - or in other words, games exclusive.

The idea had been in my mind for a long time now, and honestly speaking, this is one the best I have in the store for you. You would definitely find N and Hilda fics out there, most of which are all about romance - but rarely the Hilbert and N fics. With this story, I intend to change that. My approach with this is giving the insight of Hilbert's mind as a living character rather than a playable unalive character.

This story also covers up the events of the two years that have been skipped between Pokemon B&W and Pokemon B2&W2 games - basically, that gives you the idea of the plot. As for how exactly I will be using it here, just wait and see yourself!

By the way, this is a short story which goes around for accurately 6 chapters, and something I don't usually do. So I would appreciate any support you'd give me, whether it be adding it to the favorite list or follow list,or reviewing it. I accept criticism, so please feel free to review. I definitely would love to improve this story in any way possible.

I will see you next time!

-Sam.