AN: Hullo there folks, author here! For anybody who was reading Fireheart (the only other fic on this account) please be aware I lost all inspiration for that a while ago when my life started to suck pretty badly.

This story, however, I have no intention of letting drop. Now then, for future reference, here is what you can expect in terms of pairings: ToukoxN and CherenxBianca (in small amounts.) As for plot? Read and find out yerself. D This fiction takes place after the in-game events of White Version (N has Reshiram, Touko has Zekrom) and begins with this prologue, roughly one year after N leaves the region.

Read and review my lovelies. 3 Updates may be a bit sporadic but should be frequent. Remember, Airy loves you all.

There was a surprising lack of wind for being so high in the sky, Reshiram's slow and gentle flight causing little disturbance. N leant backwards, spreading out his arms to enjoy the small breeze and closing his eyes.

"How long has it been, Reshiram?"

The dragon glanced back at him, icy blue eyes an ocean of calm. 'A year.'

"One year, truly? It doesn't feel like it's been that long at all..."

N had left the Unova region one year ago after being defeated by the opposing hero. What had her name been? Touko... yes, that had been her name. Touko, the hero of ideals and the one with as much resolve as N had had back then, if not perhaps even more. Her conviction had been enough to summon the great dragon Zekrom at N's Castle, and following that a fight had ensued. Yet it hadn't been a bitter fight. As N remembered it, the fight had been filled with strong emotions, but it had never been bitter.

He couldn't say the same for the fight that Ghetsis, his father, had then picked with Touko. That fight had been bitter and angry, and Touko had struggled given her already weakened team. Yet she had managed to come out on top of that fight too, regardless of how the situation hadn't been in her favour. Truly a remarkable win, and a sign of her own strength and conviction.

'You're thinking of her again, aren't you?' Reshiram's voice cut through his mind, interrupting his thoughts and snapping him out of his reverie.

"I can't help it. All my life I thought I was doing the right thing, the truthful thing, and in a single day that truth was shattered. But you know... I've never been sad about it." N answered, smiling gently and shaking his head. "Aren't people supposed to be sad when their dreams are taken away from them?"

The feathery dragon chuckled this time, looking back at N once more with a raised eyebrow before facing ahead. 'Do you truly think your dreams were taken from you then?'

The question made N pause for thought. Did he? "... I suppose not," he answered after a moment, bowing his head and closing his eyes once more, "but I can't say I know what I want any more, either. I left Unova to her, and her ideals, because she was clearly the better of us both. I left Unova to try and find myself but I feel like I've achieved nothing. A whole year and I still don't know what my purpose in the world is."

'Perhaps what you wanted was right in front of you in Unova?' Reshiram questioned.

N blinked at the question, tilting his head and frowning slightly. "What do you mean?"

The dragon chuckled once again, but this time he didn't answer. N's frown grew at the edges, and he furrowed his brows as he tried to think about what his Pokemon could have meant. What had been left for him in Unova? He'd lost, and he had been shown that his father had manipulated him since he was just a boy, lying to him. He'd been shown that a black and white world was not the good world he thought it would have been, and that everything he'd worked for had been wrong, all thanks to misplaced innocence. What was left for him in Unova now? He didn't understand.

"Please Reshiram, tell me what you meant. I'm confused."

'Why don't you go back home, N, and try to find yourself there? Perhaps you will discover you have been looking in all of the wrong places.'

N frowned even more. "Nobody would want to see me there. Not after what happened," he said with a tone of sadness in his voice, turning to glare dejectedly down at the earth below. "There's nothing for me to go back to."

'Don't be so hasty, my friend. What of Anthea and Concordia? Surely you should at least let them know you are alright; they care for you very much and you left without a word.'

The mention of his two carers made the greenhead blink suddenly, frown wiped off his face as he realised that Reshiram was right. Immediately he felt guilty that he'd forgotten the two women who were so important to him, who he was important to. N tried not to hang his head in shame; he nibbled thoughtfully on his bottom lip as he battled with the guilt he felt at not telling them anything and simply leaving the region. N opened his mouth to speak and found his throat dry, unusually choked up. Is this what guilt did to people?

"Y-you're right, Reshiram, I should do that. It's not fair to them," he agreed, throat still dry and speech surprisingly difficult. Why did he feel like that? "... Let's go home."