Title: A World Without Truth or Ideals
Chapter: 1/?
Words: 2,142
Rating: T for now (I may smut it up later)
Fandom: Pokemon
Ships: Monochromeshipping, Isshushipping, Ferriswheelshipping, Chessshipping—basically just a lot with Touko, Touya (Blair), and N.
Warnings: None for now but later I will probably do the sex like I usually do with these things.
Summary: In an AU where N succeeded in separating people and Pokemon, our protagonists live their lives as normal high school students with no memories of their Pokemon companions or their former lives as trainers. When N reenters the picture in this new world, what could his intentions be?
A/N: I wrote this off the top of my head at like 6 in the morning on no sleep, so please forgive any errors? I also really love these three, if you couldn't tell and they're based off the Touko, Blair, and N of the super quality Rocket HQ community~
Also! Feel free to follow me on Tumblr, guillotineghosties ~ I always post my fanfiction updates there first.
- x
"What I desire is a world for Pokémon, and Pokémon alone. I will separate Pokémon from people, so Pokémon can regain their original power."
"Why did the dragon choose you? I trained even harder than you did; I had to work for my power, and it still wasn't enough…you're always one step ahead of me."
The mighty white Pokemon stood before Touko, white feathers gliding through the air as it let out a mighty roar, its wings cutting through the air. Suddenly, everything was colliding together, all of the events that had led up to this moment—this final battle between her and N, with her as the Hero of Truth and N as the Hero of Ideals.
"Wow! Pokémon are amaaaaazing! So little, but so strong! I'm so glad that I get to have a Pokémon! ...Oh. Um, sorry about your room, Touko."
"Thank you! I saw what was missing in me."
She couldn't think clearly, not with Blair's words echoing through her head. N had fuller control of Zekrom than she did of Reshiram, and she could already feel that it was going to be detrimental to her odds of victory. Her commands were shaky and her knees weak as she tried to guide her dragon to victory, both of the majestic creatures hurling blasts of energy from their mouths and clawing at one another.
"Why did the dragon choose you? I trained even harder than you did; I had to work for my power, and it still wasn't enough…you're always one step ahead of me."
The spite, the malice in his voice—they'd always been friendly rivals, and he was just being a sore loser, right? Why did they have to argue before she entered Dragonspiral Tower?! Of all times!
"It looks as if ideals will be the victor, Touko! No matter how much you love your Pokemon, you are enslaving them. Just like every other trainer!" N gloated from Zekrom's shoulder.
Pokemon! That's right, Pokemon. Her Pokemon, her beloved partners, were her reason for fighting N! She had to make sure that they wouldn't be separated. Not only was this battle for her own teammates, but for the Pokemon and trainers throughout the world. She felt her breath hitch at realizing the severity of this pressure. "No, we can do this…" She told herself under her breath, giving Reshiram a pat on the head. "We can do this."
The two dragons continued their battle viciously, with both trainers following their instincts with an equal amount of sincerity in their hearts for what they truly believed was right. For moment, it felt as if Reshiram had gained the upper hand, until a final Fushion Bolt sent Touko hurling off of the mighty beast and plummeting towards the Earth.
She'd half expected the dragon to pick itself back up as it was already falling, to suddenly swoop over and take her on its back to pick up the battle. Because it wasn't over yet. But it was.
Everything was over now. She had failed. N was going to separate the Pokemon and humanity forever. She'd never see her friends again, and it was her fault. Because she'd allowed herself to win over Blair so many times, because she felt as if she had something to prove to the world. No, the dragon shouldn't have chosen her.
"Prince…Renny…I'm so sorry…" She left tears in the air above her as she continued to fall, waiting to hit the ground.
-x
It had been a tough night for Bianca, considering that her dad had once again come home reeking of alcohol and the cheap perfume of hookers.
Touko had allowed her friend to spend the remainder of the night at her house, despite the fact that her bed really wasn't big enough for two people. But this was Bianca, so she had no qualms about how uncomfortable she'd slept. She had the feeling that she'd had a bad dream again, though the cruel screeching of her alarm clock had jolted the memories of it right out of her.
"We should skip school today," she proposed, nodding to herself as Bianca hadn't stirred, and instead remained with her arms wrapped around a pillow, a thin line of drool wetting it.
Touko made a mental note to just flip that pillow over if she wanted to use it later.
Just as she'd laid back down to get a few more hours of rest, there came a banging at the front door. "What?" She mumbled, looking rather irate as she emerged from her room to see who dare disturb her slumber.
It was none other than Blair, who stood grinning from ear to ear, already dressed and ready for the day. "Morning, Touko!"
If it was Blair who was interrupted her sleep, that was fine, too, because her dear childhood friends meant more to her than anyone else. She couldn't be angry at him for anything. He was the most kind hearted individual she'd ever known, after all, and seeing him made her day a little brighter. It was so easy for the day to day life of a high school student to grow dull quickly.
"Morning, Blair." She yawned, then attempted to pat down her mess of brown of curls.
"You aren't ready yet?" He tilted his head. "I'd think you'd more excited! Today's the big day!"
"Big—oh, yeah!" The girl instantly lit up, motioning for Blair to come inside, and she began packing her bag with some flyers that she'd printed out the night before. Today was the first day of the Theater Club, which had been Touko's grand idea of the academic year. Although it had been her idea, no way would today have been possible without Blair. He'd designed the flyers, gotten permission to use the auditorium, and even had his sweet mother bake some cookies for the first meeting.
It wasn't as if he had any interest in other clubs, anyway. The small Nuvema High didn't have much to offer as it was.
"I reckon you forgot?" He prodded playfully, taking a seat on the arm of the living room loveseat.
"No, I just had some kind of weird dream that I can't remember, and Bianca had to come over again."
Blair's smile faltered. "Oh…"
"Yeah…but, it's cool, she's sleeping and it isn't like she's failing her classes or anything. I'm just going to let her rest. She's at home here and everything."
The entire school year had been so boring up until this point, but now was their chance to actually have some fun. Touko loved the stage—both the front of it and the back—and Blair simply enjoyed spending time with Touko. It was a win-win for the both of them, and this project had at least given them something to work on for the past month. To produce some kind of play, or to at least have the joy of recreating a classic such as Macbeth or Medea, would give them something more to look forward to.
"Y'know, Blair, I can feel it! Today's going to be great! Theater club is going to be a total success this time!"
-x
Their day continued as normal after Touko had actually gotten ready, sliding on her plaid uniform and tying her hair up into a ponytail. They met up with Cheren in the lunchroom prior to the first bell, who reluctantly provided yesterday's trigonometry answers.
"You need to learn how to actually do this."
That's what he always said.
"We do appreciate it," was Blair's usual response, and Touko emitted an aggravated noise as she scribbled down numbers and letters that she didn't even know the meaning of.
They'd manage to hang up more flyers in place of any that had been taken down last week, since today was the day. By lunch, Bianca had showed up (she didn't want to miss too much) and the four friends took their spot in the lunchroom.
It was the same as every day.
Blair had gotten a burger from the lunch bar, Bianca and Touko snacked around on chips and fries, and Cheren was eating a salad with Thousand Island dressing.
"If I weren't in Chess club, I'd join you."
"Yeah, same here, but the Environment Watchers need me."
Touko waved a dismissive hand in the air. "Nah, it's fine guys, I understand."
After lunch came the last two blocks of the day. Blair's science class had a guest today, a kind looking woman with medium length brown hair and glasses, who spoke of research that her and her husband had done in Kanto. Something about volcanos and highly top secret work being done there?
Blair found himself not paying too much attention and nearly dozing off. Waking up so early in anticipation to the fact that Touko would wake up late had taken its toll on him.
But then the woman mentioned that she'd brought a cake, and it would be rude to turn down a guest's food.
It was the best cake he'd ever had, aside from his own mother's baking.
Finally the last bell rang, resonating the sound of freedom throughout the bricked walls of the high school, and Touko darted to the auditorium in the center of the school.
She took her post sitting on the stage, excitedly swinging her feet as she waited for the members to begin showing up. Blair arrived shortly after and took his seat next to her with the tray of cookies, unwrapping the plastic wrap from them.
"So what play do you want to do first?" Touko said eagerly, taking a cookie for herself and chewing on it in thought.
"I hadn't put too much thought in it. I reckon whatever the members wanna do?"
"I was thinking, what if we made a musical version of a Greek masterpiece? Like Oedipus? Featuring the hit singles, 'I am a literal motherfucker' and, 'listen to blind people' or something. Make a comedy out of it!"
Blair shook his head and laughed. "That wouldn't ever go over with the school board, y'know."
"We could do it outside of the school."
"Well, it really isn't like we're going to be funded by the school or anything. We just meet here."
"Yeah, it isn't like we're a sports team and they actually care about us."
"Maybe we could do fundraisers?"
"You mean, like car washes?"
"Yeah!"
"Some perverted men out there would love to see young girls and boys in swimsuits, I'm sure."
The longer they discussed all of the possibilities of car washes, bake sales, and viral marketing, the less likely a reality this extravagant and well-populated drama club seemed to be. Two girls had wandered in, under the mistaken impression that the auditorium was to be used to hold a cheerleader meeting. Another boy had entered, taking a seat in the corner and stating that he always used the area to do homework in peace and quiet.
Touko sat with her arms around her knees now. "Someone'll show up."
Blair sighed, hands in his pockets, slightly shaking his head. "I don't think so, Touko. No one did last year, either. It's a shame."
"You did…"
"Well, yeah, 'cause I'm the vice president, remember?" He gave her a wholehearted smile. The students here in the little town of Nuvema just weren't ready for a theater club, as their attention lied elsewhere. "Cheer up, we still have all of these delicious cookies that my mom made! It'd be even more of a shame to let 'em go to waste!"
Touko couldn't help but smile back, because dammit, even in the worst of situations, Blair's smiling was contagious. "Yeah." She stood up, hopping off the stage. "The people in this school suck, anyway!"
With that, she put another baked treat in her mouth and took a confident bite. "Fuck 'em!"
She put both hands on her hips, finishing the last remnants of the pastry, but just as she'd reach for another one, the door creaked.
Both stopped in their tracks, eyes instantly glued to the entrance. A tall figure stepped through. "This is the theater room, correct?" A calm voice spoke, glancing around with curious green eyes.
"Y-Yeah!" Both Blair and Touko chimed in perfect unison.
The boy looked older than them by a few years—was he a senior?—and he had long green hair tied back. He also wore a black and white cap, which was against dress code but if this guy was in fact a senior, screw the rules, anyway. Perhaps the strangest feature of this individual was the fact that he wore something that resembled a rubix cube around his neck. He moved his hand to his green locks to flip them back. He wore the most personable smile of anyone in the school that they'd had the pleasure of encountering. Was he even from Nuvema?
The door completely shut behind him with a final, inaudible clicking of the lock.
"My name is N, and I've come to join your theater club."