A/N- I'm seriously stuck on Metamorphosis. Seriously. I'm writing this to loosen up my mind a little bit. I'm trying to write this in a different style, loose and a bit fragmented and whimsical. Just putting words on paper, or computer, without seriously thinking too hard. Just jotting down phrases that comes to mind...

This is a mystery. It's probably going to be long. It's more on the mature side with darker themes and an intricately twisted plot, but I can't go against my my fangirl longings for cutesy romances, so yea, there is ChessShipping. Lots.

One more story for ChessShippers out there. There is just not enough ChessShipping...

(Brief apology inserted here for bad grammar.)

"Breaking report just came in that a giant castle has mysteriously appeared at the Pokemon League. We have reasons to believe Team Plasma is behind this but we have not received any official word from the League as of— Holy Foongus! Is that Reshiram and Zekrom? It appears they are fiercely dueling above the cas—"

-Unova News Station- June 1, 2XXX 11:45 a.m.

"We apologize for the break in transmission. There was a large explosion on top of the castle and the legendaries are nowhere to be seen. We are uncertain of what had happened but it was most likely just the beginning. Er…what? It's over? Oh… Well, our reporter at the scene just sent in news that a young trainer has ceased the fighting between Reshiram and Zekrom and thwarted Team Plasma's plan. This young trainer's name is Whitlea White….."

-Unova News Station-June 1, 2XXX 11:59 a.m.

Ch. 1- There are things in this world that is a mystery to all who are living.

He recognized her right away.

The trees outside her window blurred as the train picked up speed. The iron Seviper glided smoothly across the stretch of land between Nimbasa and Anville. Soon, it broke through the forest and continued to slither across a sky-blue lake where the sky and water blended seamlessly in color at the horizon.

He thought her eyes were especially pretty, catching and reflecting the light bouncing lightly off the water surface. They were all the same shade: the sky, the lake, and her eyes.

He caught himself right there. It was very unlike him to let his thoughts run rampart like this and he did not like it. Readjusting his bag to his left shoulder while rummaging through his pocket with his right hand, he dug out his ticket. His assigned seat was a couple of rows behind her, but the seat next to her was free and his curiosity was killing him…

"Um…so how badly did you lose to Alder?"

She looked up in surprise at the strange boy leaning awkwardly over the seat next to hers, not sure whether to sit or stand. Tuffs of brown hair peaked out from beneath his cap which he reached up to fiddle with.

"Excuse me?"

"How badly did you lose to Alder, you know, the champion?"

"I heard you the first time, thank you. Though that doesn't explain at all why you're asking in the first place."

Her icy tone made him realize he forgot the 'Hi! My name is… And your name?' formality fluff that usually goes in the beginning of a conversation with strangers. He always forgets; very curious since you can't find another person with better memory than him in all of Unova.

"You're Whitlea White." The strange boy stated matter-in-factly. "I saw you on a special broadcast when you defeated the Elite Four. Since I haven't heard about a new champion, I assume you lost to Alder."

He was still awkwardly half-standing-half-sitting hovering above the empty seat next to her. She moved over a bit though there was plenty of space. It successfully signaled to him it was okay to completely plant his butt down on the cushion.

"…I…didn't get to challenge him."

"Huh. I thought they would reschedule your match VIP style. Since you saved Unova and all."

Her blue eyes widened. Just then, the train entered another thick forest. He thought her eyes stood out particularly well against the dark foliage.

"I thought everyone has already forgotten about that."

"I don't forget."

She didn't say anything after that. After watching the trees pass by for a couple of minutes, he came up with another topic to talk about. Though, she beat him to the punch.

"You know what? Saving the world sucked."

"Tell me about it."

He meant it to be a question, but her comment was out of the blue and his intonation didn't come out right. Her shoulders quivered. Then, unable to contain herself, she threw her head back against the headrest and laughed till everyone in the train car stared.

"Oh yeah? Please do share with me your world-saving experience. Maybe we can exchange tips and split the fee to hire a post-traumatic stress therapist."

"Hey, was it that bad? I thought it would be kind of… glorifying. Bet you can't top that in any other résumés."

The train bounded across another stretch of water. Her eyes became lost in the watery blue, aimlessly scanning the surface of the water where a flock of Swanna took flight.

"It changes your world…At least, it changed mine."

"Huh."

He quietly uttered the most intelligent answer he could come up with. He sensed she didn't want to say anymore on that. So, he let the silence hang; she surprised him by breaking it.

"You know, I'm really happy…that you remembered me, remembered what I did. It's been four years since then and it happened so quickly that many people didn't even know about it. So…thanks."

He shrugged, "I told you, I don't forget. You even look exactly the same as you did four years ago. You sound exactly the same too when you laughed just now. You have an odd little trill at the end of your laugh that makes it hard to forget."

She didn't reply again. He thought she looked kind of stiff hunched over and wondered if he offended her. Her shoulders quivered and he thought she would laugh again. He waited, but nothing came out but a soft whimper. Something big and wet splashed on her creamy thighs, again and again. He followed the waterworks up to find her eyes welled up with fat tears.

"Wa-wait what huh wait!"

But she didn't wait, letting violent sobs escape her quivering lips. Her sobs garnered the attention of all the passengers again, this time they whispered and accusatorily pointed fingers at him. Maybe a bad break up? He does look kind of cold-blooded…

He didn't catch any of the dirty looks. He was busy trying to calm the poor girl down, albeit to no avail. For her sobs were almost heart-breaking, the kind that came from so deep within where only the darkest memories lied. The kind of darkness that seeps out at night when consciousness's guard is down, mutating dreams into nightmares that ransacks the mind's order. The worse kind is when it traps the mind groping for an exit, finding none and spiraling down into the all consuming darkness…

He wasn't sure why these thoughts came to him. Perhaps he feels a sort of solidarity? A connection that bridges a piece of his burdened heart with a piece of hers? Though he shouldn't assume such things when she was almost a perfect stranger, but his intuitions were almost always correct. His intuitions, though, were not at all helpful in drying the tears of the figure in front of him.

"L-look. I'm sorry about whatever I said…everything I said! I shouldn't have said you looked the same as you did four years ago…I thought girls like it when they are told they look young. Oh, maybe they don't like to be told they look too young. Sorry I said your laugh is odd, I didn't know you are sensitive about that…or maybe you are… Gah, I'm sorry okay?"

It didn't help.

"H-hey please stop crying? If you stop crying, I'll buy you ice cream when we get to Anville. Two scoops."

She trembled again. Her sobs became muddled with another strange noise. Soon the other noise took over completely and she was laughing! Laughing and laughing while tears still streamed down her cheek and while trying not to choke on her own snot. Slightly annoyed stares from the other passengers fell on the two teens again, this time they began to question the mental stability of that brown-headed girl. Maybe she escaped from an insane asylum…or forgot to take meds to mitigate PMS.

"What am I, five? Do I look that young that you feel the need to bribe me with ice cream? Don't guys usually say something manly and sexy in situations like this, like 'Hey baby, come cry on my chest. My broad broad shoulders can bear any burden of your heart.'"

"Good Arceus. Where the Ho-oh did you get an awful line like that?"

"Some seriously ancient movie on late-night TV. It was even in black and white."

"Those still exist?"

"Ugh, tell me about it."

They paused. She snickered and he couldn't help but to follow. Then they both roared with laughter until their bellies complained. Two passengers fished out ear buds from their bags while murmuring under their breaths. Those crazy teenagers…

Her eyes were still puffy and red, but he could tell her smile was genuine. Outside, Anville Town materialized out of the thick foliage. The train slowed as it rolled into station.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" She asked.

"Huh? I don't forget."

"Your name? You know, the thing you usually give first to people you just met? Common sense?"

"Oh…" His cheeks flushed slightly, "Hilbert, just Hilbert."

She reached out a hand for him to shake. "Nice to meet you, Just Hilbert. I'm Whitlea White. I believe someone owes me ice cream?"

"Two scoops coming right up." He took her hand, her skin felt like his childhood friend Bianca's. "Just like I promised."

A/N-You know what? "Holy Foongus" is my new favorite swear. Previously it was "What the Muk?" (I love coming up with Pokemon swears. If you've read my other Pokemon story, you would find my creations sprinkled throughout.)

This is a mystery. So you lovely reviewer can send in your theories to me in your reviews and I can reply via PM how close you are, but I won't tell you which part is correct and which part is wrong. This said, if you just send in one or two statements hoping to hit the mark I might not tell you how close you are because it's too easy to do process of elimination on which is the right statement.

Like the title of this story, the biggest mystery would be Whitlea White herself (though it may also be the easiest...). But that's not the only mystery, there are actualy a lot of other things to guess on, like Hilbert, what happened in N's castle. As the story continues, more mysteries are going to be revealed. You can send in new guesses and theories every chapter or revise your old ones.

Even if you don't feel like guessing and just want to watch the story unfold, please please still feed me with reviews?