White stared out the window, hugging her knees close to her chest as the TV droned out on a commercial for the Nimbasa city attractions. Soft fragments of wheat drifted through the air like the feathers of a bird, and the sun shone down the sea behind the trees. Her chest felt heavy with so many emotions as she reflected on her journey, from beginning to end.

She sighed and yawned. Her mother had begged her to come spend the day with her yesterday because she hadn't seen her in about a month. After falling asleep on the couch, she woke up the next morning in her own bed, assuming her mother had carried her there.

"Whiiiite!", her mother called from down stairs, dragging out the 'I' in her name to catch her attention. "Breakfast is ready!"

White had already dressed herself, but saved fixing her hair for until she left. Descending the stairs, she saw her mother, dressing in a morning robe with wet hair, indicating she must've taken a shower not long ago. "Good morning, White, dear. I made waffles!", her mother said sweetly, gesturing to the table.

"Thanks Mo-", A large plate of waffles sat there, accompanied by a stick of butter and a bottle of syrup. But that really wasn't the surprising thing. Her Aggron was standing near the table, appearing to be chewing on a mouthful of the fluffy breakfast food.

"Ugh, Aggron! You got out of your Pokeball again, didn't you?", White groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation.

White's mother smiled. "Oh, it's alright. He's not doing any harm", she said, leisurely sipping her coffee.

'Yeah, because when my 700 pound Pokemon stands on the floorboards, that definitely won't break them', White thought, a smirk growing on her face as she returned her disobedient Pokemon to it's pokeball and proceeded to eat breakfast.

…...

After a lengthy good-bye from her mother, White put up her hair, placed her hat upon her air and smiled outwardly. "Alright, time for more adventures!", she said, beginning to bike down route one.

The feathery strands of wheat that flew thought he air brushed against her pale skin. A few Purrloin darted away at the sight of her, and a Lillipup stared curiously at her as she flew by.

White hadn't been on this route for a while. Glancing to her left, she saw the beach that could eventually lead her to route Seventeen, but she wasn't headed there in a hurry. She was still a bit upset after missing a change to catch an elusive Milotic from that sea water.

Unfortunately, White kept her eyes off the road for two long. When she looked back at her path, a Patrat had wandered out right in front of her. The brunette screamed and swerved, causing her to crash and skid over the ground into the crash.

When White had just realized what had happened, she clutched her left and stood up, limping over to her bike. Thankfully, the Patrat was okay, but it scurried off into the brush shortly after giving the trainer a chatter of what seemed like insults.

Her bike wasn't damaged, thank god, but now had a nasty scuff on it's side. White grunted and stood the bike up with it's stand before checking her own injuries. Her arm was pretty cut up, and her leg felt badly bruised.

"I'll clean myself up in the next town, I don't want to go back and embarrass myself", White sighed, mounting her bike once again, and slowly peddling along, favoring her bruised leg. She kept her eyes focused on the road this time, making sure to avoid all holes, rocks, and especially Pokemon in her path.

The next Pokemon the darted in front of her made her stop. It wasn't a Patrat or Lillipup or some other Pokemon she normally find in this area. It was a Zoroark.

The black and red Pokemon stopped a meter or two away from her, taunting her with a smart grin. Then, with a whisk of it's long, mane-like ponytail, it darted off into the trees.

White felt a challenge burn in her chest. Completely forgetting about it, she jumped off her bike and pulled out a pokeball. "Mienshao! Chase that Zoroark and then use Focus Blast!", she shouted, releasing her purple mink-like Pokemon.

Mienshao cried out and gave chase. With her incredible speed and strength, she'd catch that Zoroark quick as a flash. Her shape became bullet-like as she trailed the dark pokemon into the trees.

Shortly after sending out Mienshao, White hobbled after them, determination in her eyes After loosing a beautiful Milotic on this same route, she wouldn't let a Pokemon rare as this just slip through her fingers.

However, it was a chore to chase her Pokemon with her injuries burdening her. She had to follow the noises Mienshao was making to know where to go. When those noises got closer, she had assumed that the two pokemon were battling it out somewhere.

But when the noises of battle suddenly cut off, White felt her heart skip a beat. She couldn't hear Mienshao or Zoroark. Had they both battled each other out in a draw? Had they gotten hurt badly? Stopping her holding her hands over her chest, she held her breath to hear for any noise.

Nothing.

"Mienshao!", White called out for her precious friend. "Where are you?" Her legs began trembling in fear losing her friend.

She was about to call out again, but a hand suddenly clamped over her mouth, followed by a quiet 'Shh' by a soothing voice. Her heart pounded in her chest like a trapped Pidove.

However, White wasn't about to 'Shh' very easily. She kicked around flailed as her attacker wrapped his other arm around her chest, pulling her into the bushed and forcing her to sit against him. He continued to shush her as he pulled her close, appearing to try and smother out the racket she was trying to make.

A glance of long tea-green hair made White do exactly what her captor apparently wanted her to do. She was still and silent with shock and confusion.

'I know this hair. I know who it belongs to...', White's mind screamed, her heart continuing to pound. 'But what's he doing?'

White's mind began to fill with all kinds of horrible thoughts, but she suddenly began to hear yelling from far off. Like people searching for something. Or someone. Might it be authorities? Was her captor in trouble?

All of her thoughts just pooled in her head and then suddenly flowed out as she saw a familiar flash of color run by. It was a uniform of a Team Plasma grunt! Good lord, what did they want? Hadn't they all disbanded?

Her captor held her close to him for what seemed like hours, until the sounds of yelling faded and the Plasma grunts were gone.

White struggled around wildly when it seemed they were gone, but her captor kept holding her.

"Let me go, you crazy shit!", she screamed around his hand, which had slightly loosened. "You're suffocating me!"

The one who held her loosened his grip on her, but only enough for him to turn her around and face him.

A pair of gentle eyes, ones that held so many nostalgic memories in that oceanic stare, greeted hers. His mouth was curved in a gentle smile that met her with warmth.

"Well, White. I'm glad you decided not to panic and beat me senseless", he whispered, touching her hair delicately.

"N Harmonia", White murmured, the name making her shiver with remembrance. "We meet again..."

.~.~.~.

LAAAAAAA. Yes, I knew that was expected. But, then again, everything is nowadays! Alright, so it appears members of Team Plasma are searching for N! D:

All will be revealed in the next chapter! Please R&R and stay tuned!