I read a lot of stuff about how Black and White would treat each other after Black returned. I've had this idea for a while, now I think I'm gonna do it. Enjoy!

Focus: Agencyshipping.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokéspe.

Black just woke up from his sound sleep. He still lay on his bed and looked around his own room. Everything still looked the same, as if nothing had changed in the last two years.

Yeah… two years… he spent two years of his life in a stone for absolutely no reason. He almost didn't have any consciousness in such period because it was like his body just flowed in infinite and borderless dimension of space and time. The only thing he remembered from those days was that he sometimes regained his memory about important things in his previous life - well, because he thought he was dead – an oath, an evil gang, and a female silhouette.

As a result of no movement being made when he was trapped in the stone, it was completely understandable that Black's body was weak. He could only walk very slowly and hold very small things. He also had difficulty in talking. He guessed it took time for his body to find balance again.

And now here he was – Nuvema Town - where everything began. It had been a week since Black returned to human shape. He regained his talking ability, but his body needed more time to fully function. Black didn't want to leave the bed yet. He wanted to stay a little more to enjoy the peace of an early morning before she came.

Speaking of she…

She was the most sorrowful girl in the world when he, her best friend, disappeared right before her own eyes. She was the one that spent endless time and effort searching for him. And finally when he was back, she was also the only girl in the world that cared for him that much. Her ocean blue eyes told Black everything when he looked at them. From the moment she brought him home on her own when he was released (she was so strong), she told him that…

"Black, how are you feeling?"

"I… I'm ri… alrigh… Pre… you… been… ask-ing… that… all the… way here," Black answered with difficulty, but he still had that usual grin on his face, which made White smile at him.

"Well I suppose it can't be helped. It's been too long."

"Yeah…"

White set Black on his bed and made sure he was sitting and leaning well. Then she sat next to him and looked into his eyes. Black did the same to her.

Suddenly she hugged him tight. Black groaned a little due to the pain, but he regretted it immediately because the pain was suppressed by the most pleasant feeling to him. Anyway, she just broke the hug very quickly.

"I'm sorry Black. I didn't mean to hurt you." White sobbed a little.

"Oh… oh… don… ry… cry… Pre… I… want… you… to… smile… just… like… me… I'm… smil-ing… for… you."

Black tried to reach her face with his hand and gently wiped her tears, only to be grabbed by hers so tightly. He was surprised again but very touched by her lovely gesture.

"I just want to make sure this is real… I mean… you are real." White explained with a blush on her cheeks.

"I… am… real." Black ensured and he blushed too. Then they both laughed a little, and White changed the topic.

White told Black that she volunteered to come over to check on him many times every day, which Black tried his best to refuse but failed. He insisted he wouldn't die (got slapped on the face by White and was apologized right away) or disappear again, and he couldn't ignore the fact that she was so busy with her agency work. But to no avail, White said she was well aware of it, and moreover she told him she did know what the more important thing was. Therefore everyday, White would come over at least 5 times, with a record of 12 times a day. She told him with pride in her eyes that she tried her best to visit him every time she had a break, which made Black very happy and guilty at the same time. She also brought him foods and snacks and even offered to spoon-feed him, which he declined immediately.

Black was very happy about the way White cared for him. She always tried to cheer him up. She told him all sorts of things, including ones he missed in those two years. She gave him her lovely smiles everytime they talked. He felt like he was the luckiest person in Unova. But deep inside, Black still spotted some sadness in her eyes. Sometimes the way she looked at him was horrifying, as if she was looking at a monster. Black knew for sure she was afraid that he would disappear again, but was it necessary to worry about such thing so much? Black still remembered in their journey together, sometimes White was so happy that she grabbed his hands (and, of course, that short reunion after beating the bastard Ghetsis). From the day he returned, White had this new habit: she would hug him and grab his hands all of a sudden (he didn't mind at all though) and release them right after that, but what troubled him was that she wasn't really relieved after she had done such things to him.

This morning Black asked Cheren to come over after White left. This would be the first time they had a real chance to talk to each other. Black was eager to see his childhood friend again. He decided to get up and went to the bathroom. After his morning routine was done, he heard a familiar knock.

"Coming, Prez!"

(to be continued)