My Love
It was meant to be better. Team Plasma was defeated and Pokémon could stay with their beloved human companions. The entire world celebrated Plasma's downfall. The elation was impossible to ignore. The joy invaded everyone's homes and struck at their hearts. It struck some in different ways than others.
Touko, for one, was holed up in her bedroom. She had shut the blinds and barred her door. For the past few days she's stayed in her dark seclusion. The celebrations outside had seeped in and she heard the laughter and fireworks. It had filled her with such violent rage that it took everything she had not to scream.
Touko was a renowned and illustrious heroine. People came to her door and sang praises, giving her endless compliments. She wanted to bang on the door and tell them to leave. She knows that she did the right thing. The only regret that she has is tearing down an innocent person. The people's celebrations include bad mouthing him to their fullest extent. N doesn't deserve it.
After coming to that conclusion Touko had formed a plan. She glances over her shoulder. Her door creaks quietly. Her mother sleeps next to it. She always falls asleep begging her to come out. She's broken her own mother's heart and it hurts her as much as it does her mother.
"I'm sorry," she mumbles.
She pushes the window open and clambers out. An unexpected shriek escapes her as she falls. Touko's lands on her right foot and she hisses. She can tell immediately that it's sprained. She tugs on the knotted bed sheet angrily. Her mother's worried voice reaches her and Touko hastily hobbles away.
The bright lights in Castelia are blinding. Luckily for Touko she's away from their brilliant glare. For almost two weeks she's been wandering near Castelia. To avoid being caught she's had to beg for food and money. Currently, she's slouched next to a dumpster.
Touko whines groggily and her head falls to the side. Begging hasn't brought her much food. She doesn't even know why she's stayed near Castelia. The thought of going elsewhere had come and gone many times. Her reasons for staying, for even stopping here in the first place, are unknown to her.
She sighs and hauls herself to her feet. Her eyes glance around the narrow alleyway sorrowfully. She mutters quietly about reasons and meanings. Her hands swipe angrily at the dust and dirt on her trousers. By now her clothes have become quite dirty and it isn't at all pleasant. She reluctantly shoves her hands into her pockets and walks away.
"This is a sight behold," a voice announces.
Touko's eyes widen. The blood in her veins turns to ice and paralyzes her. Slowly, as slow as can be, she swivels around on her heel. Her eyes tentatively take in the sight before her. Her mouth hangs open in a small, shocked o.
"So this is what Unova's heroine looks like; how disparaging," he smirks.
She emits a strange strangled sound. She tries to speak but the words fail her. Touko finds herself gaping like a fool and spluttering gibberish. She takes a deep breath and calms her racing heart. Uncertainly, she begins to make her way to him. Her hand rises and nervously reaches for him. He takes her hand in his.
"It offers me a great deal of pleasure to see you like this," N states.
"You…" Touko breathes incredulously. "You're really here… I thought I was hallucinating, but I can't be… It's really you?"
N chuckles quietly and nods. A jovial gasp escapes Touko and she beams as brightly as Castelia's lights. Tears of elation are gently sprinkled across her eye lashes. At once N is taken aback by the sudden display of emotion. Touko throws her arms around him and he signals to his followers not to go through with the plan.
He mouths to them; don't come any closer. Let me be for now.
They hesitantly obey his orders and disperse. With a nervous laugh Touko pulls away from him. Her eyes are still brimming with jovial tears. His suspicions over her behaviour are immediately silenced by the sincerity of her expression. Instinctively he lifts his hand and brushes away her tears.
"I'm sorry, N," she whispers. "I'm the one that stopped your dream. You meant well, and I knew that, but even now I can't agree with it… I missed you."
He stares at her incredulously. Her words and her actions are too much for him to take in at once. N nods idiotically as he tries to think of the best course of action.
"Are you sure this is right?" speaks the shadow triad in unity.
"Of course," N lies.
"It would be unwise for such activity to be known of you," they warn. "You should take the necessary precautions."
N's arm sweeps across the table, discarding many fragile items onto the concrete floor. "I am not my father! I do not employ his methods! Choose your side now!"
"We apologise," they state. "We will leave you now."
N growls furiously as he glares out of the window. Due to his infamy he had to take over an abandoned warehouse. Everywhere else was unsafe for him. A soft groan distracts him from his dark thoughts and he hurries over to his bed. Touko twists beneath the sheets unhappily. Frown lines crease her porcelain brow.
He cups her face and she leans into his palm. Her breathing soon calms and slows. Her restless twisting and turning ceases. A soft smile graces N's face. He finds it hard to believe that only hours earlier he was going to exact vengeance for his new lifestyle and failed goal upon her.
"Mm…" Touko murmurs in her sleep. "N… I love you…"
His breath catches in his throat and his eyes widen. It isn't simply because he's so unused to hearing that phrase. Her words strike the chords of his heart and calmness settles over him. He smiles and brushes her hair from her face.
"I like you," N stammers nervously.
Author's Note: Aw, I just had to do something for these two! They're so sweet together and I… To be utterly, brutally honest I'm too busy for my major stories so I'm doing one-shots and mini-series. I knew I should upload something so I started this. I really had no idea what I was doing until I was halfway through. I did have the basic outline, but, yea…
Anyway, I'm still confused. Should this be a mini-series or is it so bad that I should delete this? (I will never delete it) Please review and tell me if I should continue or not. If I did continue it wouldn't be a long series. It would probably only be a few more chapters. I probably will continue it but whether I upload it or not is up to your response. Thank you!
Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this. I apologise if you didn't like it.
I do not own Pokémon. I only own the plot.
- I listened to Hayley Westenra's song My Heart Belongs to You for inspiration. I give that my thanks.