A/N: A small story that came to mind while working on my other fic. I honestly don't expect anything from this (little disorganized and a bit OOC). It originally came to mind as a small insignificant one-shot, but it doesn't cover everything I had thought of for it. I may or may not add to it later on (as in a day or two), but for now it'll remain a one-shot like this until then.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.

A Trapped Pokemon

She looked utterly broken standing in the throne room that had become the battlefield. Her final Pokemon falling against the cold stone with a terrible thud that shook her to the very core. The Reshiram that had wanted to become her ally was covered with burnt and ruined feathers. Blood seeped through its fangs and decended past its curled lips, staining its once beautiful white body. Flight was impossible now, there was no escape from the man and his ideals. All her Pokemon were terribly hurt that there was no way she could ask anymore of them. She herself, was covered with bruises and scratches that burned red and hot from stray stones smoldering from the amount of heat radiating from the battle. A fairly sized gash was scraped above her right eye from the beginning collision of the two legendary beings, the blood having already dried up and caked over her eye.

The vast white dragon gave a weak cry as it cracked a single eye open to gaze at her with such sorrow; she could feel tears begin to prick at her painfully. Her mouth opened to congratulate it for the first and last time for its efforts, but her throat became tight and constricted her voice. With shaky legs she instead went over to the creature and caressed its head softly, smiling gently as she brought it closer in a small embrace. Her voice sounded terrible as she struggled to keep her composure.

"Thank y-you... Reshiram..." There was no helping the tears that fell one by one. She knew what was to come next as the black dragon took a threatening step forward followed by a long hiss. A low contented and almost happy growl rumbled through Reshiram, bringing back her attention. It licked at her cheek as if to console her, but it only seemed to make a sob come out. Her grip tightened around its head as a softer step was heard much closer than the other.

N had expected his victory to be a grand one and indeed it was. Both dragons fought with so much vigor for the both of them and everyone, including him, had endured their own injuries from blasts of fire and streaks of lightning. Yet, the sight of the girl crying softly to Reshiram forced a bitter feeling to overflow that of prideful satisfaction. His eyes soon became soft as he stared at the being growling softly at her. He silently wondered if he should say something.

"He says..." he paused, feeling slightly hesitant. "He says that he liked battling by your side..." His words didn't seem to reach the girl as she continued to cry soundlessly against her friend. Another low growl was heard and the blaze of red that burned brightly on its tail began to dim like a flickering flame about to go out. A smile reached the Pokemon's jaws as it nuzzled closer to her, still giving out low growls that spoke of words she couldn't understand. Grey-blue eyes blinked at the creature in mild surprise. He looked at the two with newfound curiosity only to be replaced by one of disappointment the next moment.

A pure and undisturbed light engulfed the massive dragon, healing away the pains of battle and startling the trainer that had managed to reach what no one else ever would. Bright blue eyes gazed at her, soft and gentle as it whispered its last words. The man knew he probably didn't need to translate for the girl's own eyes began to flow new tears.

I hope to meet with you again, my lady... Farewell...

And then the light intensified, curling the beast back into its slumber confined in the form of a white orb. The true facts of the world having been snuffed out by the darkness of ideals. Touko sniffed softly as the orb hovered above her hands and then allowed them to close over it, bringing it close to her chest. Despite the lack of a call, three bright lights burst from her belt and out came her precious friends; Victini, Serperior and Zorua. All still completely battered and weakened to the point of exhaustion. The little black fox growled angrily at Zekrom who stood proudly behind the King of Team Plasma, N.

"Touko... Can you stand?" he asked softly with a hand reaching out. Instead of answering him she nodded her head and stood bringing Zorua with her to face him. Her knees and legs were bruised and rather shaky from both the fight and the loss. He could see her eyes were swollen and red from her tears, yet she refused to let go of her obvious anger. The black mane on her Zorua bristled as it growled loud and unrestrained at the man approaching behind N.

"The winner is N after all..." A hiss of a large black and blue dragon accompanied the man in agreement. "Just as I thought it would be."

Despite his words, there was a cold emotion throbbing at N's chest. He expected something more positive to resonate deep in him, but there was only a dull and lonely throb. "If you will, Touko, please release the Pokemon you have with you and the ones in your PC." he instructed dutifully. Ah yes, his sole purpose for winning was not for himself. It was for Pokemon that were limited to human desires and forced to do as they command. It was all for their sake, so it didn't matter what he felt of the situation between him and the girl. A long moment passed where nothing but the howling wind sounded throughout the entire room.

"These are the only Pokemon I had with me." she murmured with her head low and a hand stroking the top of Zorua's head lovingly. A small and mournful cry left Victini's small mouth as it hugged at her ankle sadly. The red eyes of her Serperior were lowered in pained sorrow as they watched her reach for their Poke balls fastened to her belt. Numb with shock and disbelief, she brought them out, save for Reshiram's who no longer stayed awake, and dropped them to the floor where they broke with a small cackle of electricity. The physical bond now broken between her and the Pokemon she's cared for.

It was time to say goodbye.

Unfortunately, she couldn't let go of them much to Ghetsis' annoyance. Her lower lip trembled as a wave of new sadness hit her without care. She tried to place her Zorua on the ground, but her arms and hands wouldn't listen even though N had won fair and square.

"Touko!" Cheren called as he came with Alder to try and help with their Emboar and Bouffalant at their side. Sadly, their attempts were ceased by a single blast of Dragon Pulse and Dragon Breath from both Zekrom and Hydreigon. "Touko, wait!", but there was nothing that could be done. N was the strongest trainer in Unova now. Their chances were slim with the Dragon of Ideals standing beside him and the Dragon of Truth back in its dormant state in Touko's hands.

"Your Pokemon too, must be released as per orders of the King." a Plasma member said as they all began to surround them. He held a Poke ball at them; a clear sign that a battle would break out if they did otherwise.

The blood loss from her head must have finally got to her, the images transmitted to her brain were getting blurry and gravity suddenly became light. Her hands slowly unwound from Zorua's body and she knew she had fallen, but she couldn't feel anything. Distortion of voices called to her, but she simply couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. Sounds of battle and various shouts could be heard as she struggled to stay conscience. She could hear Cheren and Alder, Ghetsis and maybe even N, but soon they all blended together into nothing. All she really knew was that the orb previously held in her hand was gone, rolling to rest right beside her.

She had lost all comprehension of those around her, yet her mind was still running.

Was this how Reshiram felt...? she wondered as someone shook at her shoulder violently. This sense of emptiness? My body feels cold... and I want to cry... But I shouldn't, my friends will worry. M-my Pokemon ... I have to help them. My head hurts... Everything just hurts so bad. I just want to... sleep...

It only felt like she had closed her eyes for a mere moment, but when she opened them, she found herself lying on a bed pushed up against the wall in a well lit room. Painted clouds covering blue walls and surrounding a bright sun at the center of the ceiling greeted her sights and for a moment she had no idea where she was. Her body robotically sat up slowly so she could get a better look. Her head whirled a little from the movement, but once it calmed down she finally realized where she was. She was still in the Castle.

Her bag was leaning against the basketball hoop a few feet away from her and her shoes were sitting neatly by the door. There was a soft and soothing melody playing from a music box at the end of the bed and she couldn't help but pick it up. Large and small plush toys of Pokemon decorated the room along with various types of toys. There was one of a Volcarona lying against the wall with small Larvesta lying against it like a happy, undisturbed family in the wild where none would get to them. She moved her legs away from under the covers to get up only to feel sharp stabs of pain nag at her insistantly. The door painted along with its surroundings was just at the right of her, in front of her bed.

It wasn't until she got up to reach for the doorknob did she notice the bandages on her arms, legs, chest and head. Her clothes had also been changed, yet she only paid them all little to no attention. She tugged at the knob slightly first, them hard until a soft knock was heard from beyond it.

"The King has instructed for you to stay in that room so that your wounds may be healed." was the only thing said to her.

"Wait, please! I just want to go home!" she called, but there was no other reply. Her fists banged against the wooden door painfully as she continued to cry out to them. She cried for her friends, her mother and her Pokemon; all of whom were not there. She pleaded and shouted until her throat burned with such a rough, dry heat that she feared she had no voice in which to speak. Finally she gave up. "What is it that the King wants with me?" she sobbed lowly.

"Why am I the only one here?" The melody of the music box ended with a low and mourning note as if to answer her.

Touko soon went back to the bed after finding the light switch and turned it off. The sun had rotated for a moon to take its place in the ceiling, glowing softly for a while until it finally became encased in darkness. Her stomach growled for food, but she chose to ignore it, even if there was anything in her bag, she didn't feel like eating it. She didn't want anything.

"Zorua... Serperior... Victini..." she whispered with her head tucked in her arms. "Reshiram..." All she had now, were her lonely dreams to keep her happy, if just for a few small hours.

"How is she?" N asked a Grunt as he sat there on the newly built throne with the old crown placed neatly on his head. A month had gone by since N became the Champion over Unova and so far, things were still in chaos beyond the castle walls.

"Well sir, uh she's not eating very well and she won't talk to any of us. All she wants is to go home." the man's voice was rough as he sighed tiredly. The girl was causing absolute hell for the caretakers. He stiffened and quickly cleared his throat when N narrowed his eyes coldly at him.

"Have you tried everything?"

"Y-yes, we gave her everything we could think of that would make her happy, but..." He shifted uncomfortably in his place. "With the way Unova is now..." A heavy displeased sigh from N made the Grunt flinch upright.

"Fine, I will see to her personally. Ready a tray of food immediately. Something easy to digest." The dull colored cape fastened at his shoulders fluttered behind him quietly as the Plasma member breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Of course, sir."

Just as he had got by the dining hall, a maid had a hot bowl of soup ready and placed the tray onto his held out hand. N reached into his pockets to take out the white orb he had acquired from his ward ever since he had decided to keep her in his care. The object felt cold and lifeless in his hand as he stared at it until he finally arrived at the familiar door. A wave of pain and loneliness engulfed him at the sight of the door and he couldn't help but wish he had walked slowly on his way here. Then again, he supposed that it wouldn't have been a good idea since the food would've gotten cold.

There was no knock as he simply allowed himself in; it was, after all, his room. "Touko?" he called softly while scanning the room for her only to have his eyes land on another plate of cold, uneaten food left earlier in the day. He shook his head softly and looked to the left to see her hidden underneath the thick covers with the melody playing from the music box at her side. "Touko..." he called again as he closed the door softly. He touched her shoulder and instantly felt a tremble shiver through the cloth. "Touko, you must tell me what's wrong if I am to help you." he implored, setting the tray down so he could try and get her to open up.

His hand gently squeezed the shoulder beneath the covers and he frowned. Her shoulder felt too small. "Touko-"

"I'm fine!" she snapped angrily, shoving her arm from his hand. "I don't need help." The sound of her voice was enough to tell him she had been crying and fighting with one of the servants again. He didn't like that she had reacted so harshly to him, but it was nothing new. Larger Pokemon more angry than her had done worse.

Swiftly and carefully, he pulled the covers from her and could see that she had not changed her clothes or bathed in a while since she came. Angry blue eyes met his calm ones and without any warning at all, she swiped at his face much like a Purrloin from long ago. He expected a hot rage to engulf him from being touched in such a manner, but all that he felt was sorrow. A sorrow that matched how he felt towards the Pokemon that were brought to him. There were jagged red welts forming on his face rapidly, but he ignored the stinging pain. "Touko please..." he grabbed her wrist before she coud turn back on her side or do anymore damage. "You mustn't hurt yourself like this..."

"Why do you care?" she spat angrily. "I don't care what happens to me at all! With the way everything is, I have no doubt my family and friends have already left this region!" she shouted angrily. Silence took over even the music box after her outburst. Her shoulders trembled and her head was hung low as she tried to gather enough breath. Her voice quivered slightly as she spoke once more. "I-I want my Pokemon..." was all she could muster, obliterating the thoughts she had tried to say out loud.

He understood though. He understood that she was lonely and scared here in the Castle. From the travels across the region she only had her Pokemon with her. There was only that one time in Chargestone Cave that he saw her with the Professor and her friend and that was it. Her Pokemon on the other hand, were always with her, inseparable and seemingly happy. They knew all sides of her perfectly; what made her unhappy and what did and she in turn understood them despite the fact she couldn't understand them as clearly as he could. Right now, however, she had no one. No Pokemon, no friends, and no family to offer her any kind of solace. No one but him; the King of Team Plasma.

That's all he ever was. A simple naive King.

He touched the side her face and lightly stroked her cheek. Even as she glared at him under her messy hair, he couldn't help, but see her as a trapped and closed off Pokemon. She was hurt and she was alone with no one, but a spoiled brat sitting in front of her. "I'm... sorry..." he whispered and it only made the tears dripping from her eyes fall all the more easily. He couldn't stop the pain constricting at his heart and he couldn't stop the tears from falling.

He felt like a child with another hurt and scared Pokemon. Back then there was one traumitized into loneliness and failed to respond kindly to him. It wouldn't eat and it couldn't sleep. It growled and cried and fought with the others in its rage. It became dangerous and clawed at him relentlessly; this sad and lonely Pokemon from the past.

Soon, Ghetsis took it away saying, "Pokemon like this can't recover. They have been damaged too much to fix." and all he could do was think of what happened to that Pokemon that couldn't be healed.

He had scars of that Pokemon etched deep in his heart and body. "Touko... Are you hurt?" he asked with a perfectly composed voice. All he heard was soft crying and sniffles coming from her as she tried to wipe away the tiresome tears. "Does it hurt here?" he touched above her chest directly on her beating heart. Though he gave off a cool and calm front, he was hurting all over again and he was helpless to stop it.

"P-please... N..." she couldn't finish, her sobs were too hard and uncontrollable to maintain a sentence. This wasn't supposed to happen, he should have listened to his father and release her. She wouldn't have been able to do anything to him anyway, but he kept her here in this room. She had maids to care for her, but they couldn't do a thing, he was sure there was force taking place here as well or else she'd be dead from starvation. All of Unova was turning into a land of forests and wilderness, knocking civilization out to the other regions and the people with it. If he let her go now, there would be no one to help her and there were plenty of dangers out there. Pokemon and people were already strangers.

N sat beside her and pulled her close into an embrace. She cried for a full hour until a pounding headache rammed into her and she slowly stopped. Her face was stuck to his shoulder and no matter how he tried to move her, she refused to move away. "Please eat." he asked softly, but there would be no movement from her and it was likely the food had gone cold. She shook her head against him and he sighed. At this rate she would end up dead. "Come now." he had to push her arms away in order to get her to face him and it made him feel bad when she whimpered. "Here."

A spoon touched at her chapped lips and she flinched at the semi-warm liquid seeping past them and into her mouth. Out of caution, she peeked up at him. He wasn't wearing his usual clothes; his black and white hat was replaced with a crown. Though his smile was kind, that crown made him look menacing; it disturbed her. Unable to stand the sight of it she focused back on the spoon. None said a word as he fed her the soup, but the dead weight of the orb in his pocket felt as if it had lightened up a little.

Touko didn't think she was all that hungry until she noticed that no more food came her way and instead of looking at N, she looked at the empty bowl in his hands, disappointment right on her face. He chuckled lightly and wiped at her mouth with his thumb. "I'll call for more food if you wish." It always started out small in the beginning. Sometimes very small and sometimes there was nothing, but a spare glance. She nodded once, but it was far too soon for her to smile. At the most, there was only a small insignificant flash of hope.