Poison in the Storm
N watched the branches sway with the wind above his head. Removing the hat from his head, he closed his eyes and tilted his head up toward the sky. A gentle smile graced his face as a light breeze past. 'It's so peaceful here…' He thought.
Opening his eyes once again, he leaned against the trunk of a tall tree. As he slid down the trunk into a sitting position, he hit his head against the trunk with a sigh and a question in mind. 'Why can't I just stay here?' N looked up toward his Reshiram, and he spook his question aloud. "Reshiram, you wouldn't mind if we just stayed here... right?" This was more a rhetorical question than anything else, although N's voice told otherwise. Hidden beneath the almost joking tone in his voice was the slightest bit of sincerity.
The out of the blue question caught Reshiram of guard. The look displayed on Reshiram's face was a mix between confusion and… fear? No. It was not'fear'. But N couldn't place it.
In the spectrum of expressions and feelings N had learned to recognize, Reshiram's expression didn't come close to resembling any of them.
N cocked his head to the side and waited for a response while he pondered. After a while, N gave in, and decided to ask. "Reshiram, is something wrong?"
Reshiram, closed his eyes and shook his head slowly.
"Oh… I was just wondering…" N's voice started fading into a mumble as he cast his head toward the grass ahead. "If you…" His eyes widened as he looked at what Reshiram had just finished writing in the dirt in front of him.
'Past' N thought it was a strange time to be writing in the dirt to communicate. He looked up at Reshiram, once again. The Pokemon pointed toward the ground where he had previously written 'Past'. Now, the simple four letter word was accompanied by an entire sentence.
"'Think about the Past N'... What are you saying, Reshiram?" He turned his head back up toward the pure white creature with a look of confusion mixed with some sadness. He sighed, bringing out Reshiram's Pokeball. "Reshiram, return."
With another sigh, N pulled his knees up to his chest, and rested his head on the his knees, letting his green hair cover his eyes and most of his face.
Reshiram knew the past was a touchy subject with N. Regardless, it was something that needed to be dealt with. He silently wondered inside his Pokeball, if his trainer was doing okay.
'Why does he always have to bring that up?' N was hopelessly lost in thoughts and painful memories.
All N wanted, was to leave his past behind and start over. All Reshiram wanted, was for N to understand one thing: he can never 'leave his past behind'.
A storm was quickly approaching and N, being unaware of this, remained leaning against the tree in the middle of Pinwheel forest.
Before long, the echoing noises of thunder snapped N from his thoughts. His head shot up and he stood to start running.
N shuddered at the pelting rain as he ran with a hand on his belt holding down his Pokeballs, making sure they didn't fall.
Luckily the Pokemon in the forest were in the trees or underground because of the storm... Most of the Pokemon, that is. N was blindly running forward until he ran into something... A Whirlipede.
Unfortunately, this Whirlipede held a poison barb, immediately poisoning him. Startled by N's sudden appearance, the Whirlipede ran into the bushes.
N fell backward to the ground and grasped his chest where he had been stung. He still had his left hand over his Pokeballs, making it impossible for Reshiram or any of his other Pokemon to come out. 'I could get Reshiram to fly me to the Pokecenter... No. It would be selfish of me to make Reshiram fly in this storm... So if that's the case, am I done for? Is this it for me?'
"No. N-Not, now. I'm not going down that easily. There's still so much left to experience and learn. So much to do, and countless Pokemon to discover. I am not done yet." He protested as he staggered to his feet, and started running despite his ailment.
Running at an unsteady pace, N eventually took refuge under a tree to catch his breath. The poison was spreading through out his veins and made standing hard. Eventually even breathing became quite a task to him.
N's left hand dropped by his side, and his right hand unclasped as he fell to the ground as his eyesight faded.