A/N: I will update this whenever I'm bored, which is a lot. They might not always be interesting because of this, but I'll try. The idea came from Wishing-Fire's 100 Theme Challenge, but this is just a series of drabbles with whatever subject I feel like. I just started it because I wanted to write something short enough that I wouldn't get so lazy about updating.
Mother
N's mother kneeled in front of him, holding a strange cube with a hole through the center on every side.
"I want you to have this Pokémon. His name is Zora. Will you promise to keep him safe?"
Little N nodded. He would do anything his mother asked. Anything. He took the cube. Having seen his mother play with one before, he twisted a row of cubes that made up the larger cube, and a zorua appeared in a beam of light.
"Good," she smiled. "He will keep you safe, too. Don't ever forget- that's the way it is supposed to be. No matter what your father says."
N didn't quite understand what she meant, but he nodded anyway, hugging her knees.
"I have to leave now." Tears brimmed in N's mother's eyes and fell onto her silver gown.
"Why, momma?" He asked, suddenly afraid. He clung to her harder.
"You'll understand someday." She hugged N back and stood up. Her long gown flowed behind her like a wisp as she walked down the long hall and out the castle gates.
He still waited for that someday.
A/N: I still wonder who N's mother is and why he has that void cube, so here's a tiny bit of an explanation. N is about six in this. *hugs six-year-old N*