She couldn't believe what she'd just heard. Opening and closing her mouth several times, she failed to get a single word out.
If N had said that he was into musicals, White would have hugged him. If he'd magically fallen in love with Bianca, she may have tolerated it with some- okay, maybe a lot- of hurt in her heart. But this? How could anything have prepared her for this?
"White?" N asked uncertainly, snapping his fingers in front of his stunned friend's face. "Are you still alive?" Slowly, White's shock turned to something deeper. Not hatred, but not exactly far from it. Her blue eyes slowly closed and her breaths became shallow. Betrayal and hurt hit her heart, turning it numb with rage. "White, calm-"
"-don't touch me!" White shouted, throwing her hand across his face. She got him in the jaw, slamming him back into the back of the seat they were sitting on with an echoing slap. Jumping to her feet, she pointed a finger at N and began to rave. "I can't believe you! You pretended to be my friend for six months, gained my trust and then slammed me with this? We're meant to be friends, N!" N's eyes registered his shock at being slapped.
"You don't hit them, either!" he retorted, getting to his feet. "I thought you would have understood that-"
"-that you were the main man behind peoples' Pokémon being stolen? That you willingly let it happen? Do you know how hard Bianca cried when her Munna was stolen?" White continued to shout, eyes alight with fury. "I trusted you! I cared about you!"
"As I trusted you! How dare you put allegations like that on my team!" N shouted back, looming over White angrily. "You call yourself my friend? You attacked me! You insulted me and-"
"-I couldn't care less! I swore-"
"-STOP INTERRUPTING ME!" N snarled, baring his teeth at his former friend. "I AM TALKING!" he shoved White, causing her eyes to bug out of her head as she fell backwards. "I'm trying to do the world good and this is how you repay me?"
"Your 'ideals' are screwed up! How is stealing people's Pokémon going to accomplish anything?" demanded White, fighting back tears as she jumped to her feet and shoved him back. "How's breaking the hearts of millions going to fix the world?"
"Stop saying that! We aren't stealing anything! We're the good ones!" by now, both N and White were past rationality. White wanted to slap him silly and bawl her eyes out. N was just livid. White's anger was almost addictive in a very wrong way. "And I will awaken Zekrom. Together, we will make the silent screams of the enslaved heard!"
"Then I'll take you out," promised White with malice in her voice. "I'll destroy you and your team, N."
"Then I'll take you out. I'll destroy you and your team, N."
N's mind was in overdrive. His reasonable explanation to his good friend had suddenly turned sour. He wasn't used to these sensations or the look of hostility on White's face. He couldn't control himself. "As for your father -" –White's words were cut off with a bloodcurdling scream as she went flying through the glass with N. As the two fell, all anger was lost. White fumbled for her Pokéballs while N wildly laughed. This was more fun than building a train set. He was free falling. He was like a bird!
CRASH.
There was a sickening cracking sound as the duo hit the ground. Screams of terror echoed around them as N howled in pain. He'd landed on his knees and hands, both of which were lost in a torrent of pain.
"Mommy!" he dimly heard a child scream.
"Call an ambulance!" another voice cried.
"The girl... she's not conscious!" those words echoed in N's brain with awful clarity. Looking down at his friend while the world span, he could only see that her head was at an odd angle, as were her shoulders. A sick horror slammed into his stomach, nearly making him sick.
She's hurt. I hurt White.
"White..." he croaked, trying to touch his friend and crying out as another shot of pain lanced through his arm. "Answer me... please..."
"You're dead..." he barely heard White whisper back. "You... are... dead... to... me." Those words sent daggers through his heart.
"So be it, then," he mumbled, swaying.
"Lord N!" multiple voices screamed, pulling him away from White. "Lord N!"
"Ghetsis is going to kill us," moaned one grunt.
"And not with a shot of morphine, either! We're fucked!"
By the time the ambulance had come by, N was gone from the scene. He'd fainted on the grunts, eyes rolling into his head ominously. He'd be physically fine in the coming years, but he'd never be mentally fine for a very long time.
White would never be the same again.
Yes, I had to. Did this work?