Hi there. Alright, so this is my first Pokemon story. On this website, at least. Anyways! I love N and Silver, and since I'm in the progress of writing a Silver-centric story I decided, heck, I'll write one for N as well.

Disclaimer: If I owned Pokemon...Most of the shit that happened would be nosebleed worthy.

WARNING! THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN RAPE (Ghetsis is in it) AND A BUNCH OF OTHER MESSED UP SHIT, SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF HERE NOW.

Wow, you're still here. Thank you. Oh! And Harmoniashipping is typically non-con because, well, it's not like the Harmonia family is Family Circus or anything.

Enjoy~

All my life, I've been scorned and pushed away, just because of my father. I'm nothing like him; goodness knows how many times I've said that before. I deny these accusations over and over again, begging people to love me; to accept me.

But no one has.

My father claims he does, but then he just follows up with his kind words by calling me a whore or a bitch. He beats me, even if I've done nothing wrong. He says I'm a constant failure.

Thankfully, he has never touched me beyond beating my physical body. But I'm afraid to think of how terrifying the situation would be if he took it a step further.

Another thing he hates about me is my name. N isn't my real name; Natural is. And when my father gets extremely angry, he uses it, but says it just as sweetly as my mother might've.

My mother.

I feel sobs wrack my body as I remember how beautiful she was. I never saw her in the flesh, but in my dreams -or are they nightmares? - I see her beautiful face and soft smile.

She is smiling sweetly at me, telling me how wonderful I am, and how proud she is too have me as a son. You'd think after all of this, I'd be fine; I'd be okay. But my father or one of his grunts awakens me after each dream I have of her.

Usually it's my father, because I know he doesn't want me to see her.

In my dreams, my mother often tells me to keep going, and not give in. I try to remember her consoling words every time Ghetsis beats me, but I find it difficult, nearly impossible.

I don't know what to do with my life anymore. I've been told I'm not worthless, but I've been told I'm worthless even more. Should I give up? Should I beg him to end it all?

Perhaps I should.

No one would miss me.

Signed, N.

N sighed as he closed his journal and clasped the golden lock shut. It had been his mothers, but he'd discovered it and a note slipped inside said 'I want our son to use this for his heartfelt wishes'.

Though N couldn't say his wishes were 'heartfelt', he deeply wanted them.

He hoped his dreadful father wouldn't discover the diary, because if he did, N would be in for hours and hours of beating. He'd be sobbing the moment his father left, cowering in the corner.

Luckily, his father wasn't within the premises that day. Where he had gone, N didn't know, nor did he care. But he felt free; like he could do whatever he wanted.

No chains were holding him back, and he wasn't bruised, beaten, or bloody.

"Good morning sir." Olivia, one of the many maids, greeted him nervously.

Most of the household servants acted the same way. They were scared to see what Ghetsis had done to his only child.

"Good morning, Olivia." N returned, his voice almost toneless, though he wore a smile on his face.

The woman gulped, "There's breakfast waiting for you."

N nodded and thanked her, much to the girl's pleasure. Though N wasn't the most cheerful and open boy his age, he happened to be quite good looking. He had soft, feminine features, and his long green hair only added to his beauty.

But every servant knew he was off limits. Anyone who touched him would face certain punishment, which almost always meant death in Ghetsis's case.

Sighing as he passed by his father's room, N couldn't help but slightly glare at the large doors. His father was such a cold, heartless man. At first, N had thought himself to be the same.

But he didn't care if that's what Ghetsis wanted him to be; he didn't want to be it.

Ghetsis had convinced him that Pokemon were constantly being abused by people, which led N to hate them. But, after he met Touya (also known as Black) and the others, N learned this was not true.

When N arrived in the dining room, much to his surprise, there was a large breakfast waiting for him, which was quite unusual. Ghetsis usually commanded the servants to give him almost nothing, yet here was a huge pile of delicious hot food.

Sitting down with a large smile on his face, N picked up a fork and poked at a waffle before popping a small piece of it into his mouth. As he chewed, his mind wandered over the past few days.

Ghetsis seemed preoccupied, almost like he was getting ready for something. What, N had no desire of knowing. But his father was such a cruel man, it was probably something horrid or disgusting.

N was thankful no one could read his mind, because if they could, he'd be in trouble with his father constantly for the many distasteful thoughts of the past and present involving his father.

Finally, he was finished eating, and stood up from his table. What worried him was his father finding out he'd eaten the normal amount most youths his age ate, though his father said he should barely eat anything and remain skin and bones.

N remembered when he'd been tied up at the bottom of that stone staircase, and his father had been looking down on him from the top, smiling and laughing in sadistic glee.

A little after that moment, Ghetsis had announced that if N ate more than he was supposed to - which was barely any at all -, then he would get higher punishment than usual.

Frightened, N would rapidly nod his head and promise he'd eat only a piece of fruit for each meal of the day.

It was very little, and the servants couldn't help but wonder how N was still healthy. Inwardly, of course. The outside of N looked as horrid as a sickly person on their death bed.

His cheeks barely held any color in them, and he looked constantly sick. It was a very disagreeable look for one so young, the servants had said many times, though never around their master.

As N grasped the door handle to the gardens, a feeling of warmth rushed through him. Warm, sweet spring air filled his nostrils. It was a gorgeous day. A pity, N thought, he rarely got to enjoy days like this.

Walking over to a bush which bore berries, N leaned closer and smelled them. They were fruity and plump, and smelled wild and sweet. N longed to eat one of them, but restrained himself due to his father's foreboding voice ringing in his ears.

His shoes clacked against the stone, and he couldn't help but smile as two little birds landed on top of his head, nestling themselves in the soft green hair. Grinning for the first time in many months, N looked upwards to see the birds chirping at each other cheerily.

For some reason, it reminded him of another one of his dreams he'd had of his mother. She'd been singing a song, a beautiful song, about sparrows, while petting N's hair gently, not at all like the way Ghetsis 'petted' it.

"Ah, N." A sickeningly familiar voice said from behind him, and N could hear the sadistic grin in the very words.

His father was back, but why so early? N had been told it wasn't until late at night that his father was going to arrive.

"Ghetsis." N acknowledged, knowing he'd been in deep trouble if he called the man 'father' like most children would. A brief look of pain flickered across N's face at the thought of having a normal life, but he quickly dismissed it due to his father's presence.

"What are you doing?" Ghetsis asked, slowly making his way towards his son, who looked alarmed at the sudden movement.

"J-Just studying the plants." Was N's rushed and nervous reply.

The older man sighed before kneeling next to his son, who was beginning to shake, afraid of the possible beating he'd get for being outside of his room.

But a beating was not what he was about to get.

;-; I think we all know what N is going to get. Sorry N.

N: *freaks out*

Cherry: I SAID SORRY!

Silver: You heartless -!

Cherry: Don't push your luck, because you're up next in my other story.

Silver: WAIT WHAT

Cherry: See ya!

R&R! And don't even think about flaming or bashing, because I frankly don't care about your suckish comments. Constructive stuff is accepted though.