I don't own Pokemon.
Looking to the dark, cloud-riddled sky, White sat on the edge of a rooftop belonging to one of the many identical, black-tinted skyscrapers of Black City. She had been there for what felt like hours, and might very well had had been. She had lost track of time quite awhile ago when the skies gave no hint of any progression. She watched as the clouds past by, making no progress in clearing the congested sky for even a sliver of light to shine through. With a grim and wry smile, she removed her pink and white trainer cap from atop her head, her eyes following it as she brought it to rest gently in her lap. Using both hands, she turned it around so that the pink pokeball logo could face her. Her thumb lightly caressed the white polyester side of the cap. A bit of light is needed in such a despondent place.
She shivered.
Everything was so cold, so sharp, so...
...dreary, but what more could she expect from such a place.
Everything was big and distant; the silence of the city was so loud, it was almost as if it were alive. A scream could be swallowed by the overbearing silence of pavement and glass, leaving no evidence of life ever having occurred to challenge the unwavering stillness. The only thing that seemed to cut through the darkness of the abyss surrounding White was the presence of her own thoughts.
Truth...
Ideals...
Is there really a difference between the two? Or are they just mirrored perspectives of how a person chooses to pursue life? Was that how life was meant to be lead, with no gray-scale in-between the two extremes?
A strong gust of wind snapped White out of her thoughts as she lost grip of her cap. She let out a small gasp as she outstretched an arm towards the time worn object she had come to value, careful to not lean forward. She watched as her cap sailed away from her, stolen by the wind to be carried off to some unknown destination, far away like the years that had come and passed since her journey had began with it. Her fingers slowly fell, curling into themselves as brought her hand down, back into her lap. She too gave into the silence of Black City as her cap became a white speck amongst shiny black before becoming engulfed like all else by the distance traveled in the void of dark glass- and metal- works.
White sucked in a deep breath and released it as a sigh. She shifted her gaze downwards to look to the vast city below her. For as large as the city was, very few people roamed the streets. From her height, they all looked so small in contrast to the structures around them. They went about their daily lives, living day by day, but never too far into the future, Arceus forbid. They hardly knew the struggles of two greater powers that conflict every single day; a war that had persisted since the beginning of time, becoming a daily norm. Her eyes became cloudy and distant as she fell back into her mind, thoughts continuing to roll around inside her head. Everything seemed to fall into categories, either one or the other; more specifically, truth or ideal. Truth seemed so tangible; it is what White had always considered to be the right way of looking at things in life. Truth lied behind every decision made and every action that occurred, and, if her journey taught her anything, truth seemed to be the only thing she could rely on by this point, but something nagged at her. A thought had been simmering in the back of her mind ever since she met him, the thought that maybe she wasn't right in believing everything and only anything that was made itself clear in front of her. Like a tidal wave, more questions and doubts began to fill her head. What if the world not only worked on cold, hard facts, but what if it could be molded and shaped by opinions, too? What if ideals were honestly the right way of thinking? What of hopes and dreams were truer than facts? A wan smile tugged at the corners of her lips as dark circles formed around her eyes.
What a long journey she had endured, experiences she faced, and decisions she had made. The people and Pokemon she met all made her stronger and broaden her spectrum of how the world really worked. Little things felt a simpler as life became more complicated and the world more complex. She regretted nothing about her journey. No matter how hard or out of control things may have gotten, she could always find a solution one way or another. She never backed down from any challenges.
Challenges...
Though she regretted nothing, there was a certain pained fact that she couldn't seem to let go.
N... I never meant to prove you wrong. I don't, and will never have the right to. I just wanted to make you see that everyone has the choice to choose what they want to believe. I wanted to show you that Pokemon and people, together, can live happily and in harmony. In the end, I thought you were the one person out of everybody in the world who would understand that the most.
White closed her eyes when she began to feel the sting of tears threatening to spill from her sapphire colored eyes, but she could not hold back the hot, saline droplets as they slid down her cheeks. A wave of emotion swept off over her as old feelings she had buried deep down and tried to run away from bubbled back up to the surface from the depths of her heart. She screwed her eyes shut as she brought her hands to her face and began to weep. This had persisted for a few minutes before White regain her composure. She wiped her face dry as small hiccups involuntarily escaped from the back of her throat. She looked back down to streets and sidewalks below her. Quite a bit of time must have passed while she was deep in thought, because now the city lacked any sign of life. White's eyes scanned as much of the city as she could. Aside from the scattered light posts and the light from the pokemon center, the city was entirely pitch black. White ran her hands across her eyes one last to rid of any remnants of tears from her lashes before standing.
Reaching down into her bag, she drew a shiny red and white minimized pokeball. The pokeball made a quick whirring noise as she gently pressed down on the big, white button in the center of it, enlarging the sphere to its normal size. She regarded the pokeball within her hand for a moment before tossing it in the air. The pokeball glinted slightly from the minute amount of light from the city below as it arched away from her, only to fling back with a bright burst of light as it forcefully snapped open to reveal none other than the legendary pokemon, Reshiram. The dragon pokemon let out a screeching howl, its cry echoing throughout the city and vibrating the glass of the buildings around it. Its white fur shone brightly despite the the lack of light within the city, the metal-like plates and rings around its neck and tail were alight from the fire burning within the very being of the Pokemon.
Despite her previous emotional breakdown, she looked up and smiled to her friend, "let's go, Reshiram." The dragon Pokemon let out a rumbling cry as it landed with a thud on the rooftop next to White and lowered its body to allow her to climb on. She gripped a handful of Reshiram's fur and pulled herself up onto the large dragon's back. She patted Reshiram's to let it know that she was prepared to take off. The dragon pokemon glanced back at her for a moment, looking past her friendly smile and taking note of red cheeks and puffy eyes, and stretched out its wings. With only a few powerful flaps of its feathery wings, the Pokemon and its trainer were in the air and soaring high above the buildings of Black City.
"I think I've spent enough time here..." she whispered to herself as she looked over her shoulder to the retreating sight of the city. Reshiram grumbled softly. She looked back forward and quietly rested her head on the space in between Reshiram's wings. Cold autumn winds whipped out and burnt against her skin, but Reshiram's warm, soft fur radiated enough heat to keep her warm against its body. Soon, she was lulled asleep by sound of rushing wind and Reshirm's heartbeat.
The world is still turning slowly on its axis, somewhere in orbit in this vast universe, alternating between night and day; spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Life will still go on.