A/N: Hello FF readers! I'm still alive! *wooooooo* and I haven't had any revelations for my other story, Web of Feelings, lately, so I decided to write a Ferriswheelshipping fic because I. Love. That. Pairing. Anyhoo, this story takes place seven years after the "end" (N's departure) of Pokemon Black/White. As of the first chapter, Touko lives in Castelia (Hiun) City. I hope you enjoy my second fic~!
N faced the empty sky where Zekrom was waiting for him to jump on. "I can't stay, Touko," he said quietly.
I restrained my tears and managed to stammer, "But I can't leave..."
He turned to me, emerald eyes hiding the warmth and compassion that I knew and had come to love. His long, sage green hair tossed and turned in the wind. "Then this won't work. I have to know what else is out there, what I can help with. I..." He hesitated. "I can't forgive myself for letting my fa- Ghetsis manipulate me like that. I have to make amends." He stepped towards me, shadow falling over his eyes. "And it tears me apart to leave you, Touko."
My eyes closed and the tears slid down my face. "I l-love you, N, and I can't live without you!" I rushed forward and wrapped my arms around him, crying into his white jacket. His hand rested on the back of my head, and I felt him trembling, too.
"Try."
The single word tore my heart in two, and the taller man pulled away. From around his neck, he took the small chain that held an odd charm. Without looking me in the eyes, he placed it in my hands. With a leap, he jumped onto Zekrom. As the legendary pulled away, he yelled, "Live your dreams, Touko!"
The Pokémon's tail glowed with power, and N shouted something else. I was too deaf to everything else to hear. Zekrom accelerated into the cloud-filled sky without a second glance.
Clutching the necklace he gave me, I screamed. My voice was the only thing I could use.
"N!"
I sat bolt upright in bed, breathing heavily, sweat coating my face. That dream again... I pulled the glass of water from my nightstand and took a large gulp from his, releasing a shaky breath afterward.
It had been seven years since that day. I was 14 when it occurred.
Next to me, Mika, my Musharna, stirred and emitted a puff of dream mist. I smiled sadly and stroked its head. "I'm alright, Mika. Just a bad dream."
The pink Pokémon let out another cloud of matching mist, and nuzzled into my hand. I lay back down, gazing fondly at the small creature. Resting on my dresser were six Pokéballs, five containing other Pokémon. I brought the Musharna close to my chest, and it let out a final puff of mist. It enveloped my face, and I sank into now-peaceful sleep.
Things Left Unsaid
Chapter One: Favours
My alarm clock beeped loudly at nine, causing me to smack it into the floor. The timepiece fell apart, and I sat up. Mika was resting quietly in my lap. I picked up the Pokémon, got out of bed, and found her Pokéball. "Thanks, Mika, you can keep resting," I said as the Musharna was relocated to the ball. Looking around, I noticed that there was a package resting on the coffee table of my apartment. I walked over to it, recalling that it had been sitting outside my door yesterday when I got back from the café on Narrow Street.I took a pair of scissors from the kitchenette and started opening it.
Across the room, my Xtransceiver started buzzing. I dropped the scissors, and dashed over to it when it buzzed a second time. Incoming call from: Bianca, it read. I pressed the activate button, and the screen displayed a holographic image of Bianca's face. Bianca's one of my best friends. She's a klutz, and has no sense of time, but she's a great friend and will listen to any problems a friend has.
"Touko!" She said quickly. "You'll never believe what just happened! Cheren- he-he-"
"Just get to the point." I said, slightly irritated.
"Cheren asked me to marry him!" she squealed.
I lifted an eyebrow in response, accompanied with a grin. "That's great! I knew he was gonna do it sometime."
Bianca laughed. "I'm so happy! We're getting married in the fall, do you think you could make it?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I?"
"Well, you know, things might come up and-"
"Bianca, I'm coming. And I'm going to be your head bridesmaid."
She squealed again. "That was gonna be my next question!"
We both started laughing.
A knock issued from the door.
I looked towards it, then said, "I gotta go, talk to you later!"
Bianca said quickly, "See ya!" then terminated the connection.
I rose and answered the door. Before me stood an old friend, Touya Black. He was slightly taller than I was, with his brown hair still ruffled up under his trademark baseball cap. "Touya!" I said, "What a pleasant surprise, please, come in!"
Touya walked in stiffly, and I frowned. Somehow, he seemed...young. With a devious smirk, I said, "Hello, Looker."
With a spin, the agent of the Interpol revealed himself. "Good morning, Touko. I have returned because, unfortunately, we of the International Crime Police Organization have received intel that many members of the former Team Plasma, along with some of the evil organization Team Galactic of Sinnoh, have escaped and are now at large."
I crossed my arms and let my weight shift to my right foot. "I need to know this because...?"
Looker sighed. "You are the strongest trainer that has assisted us in the past, and we need your assistance now."
With an inaudible mental groan, I agreed to help find and arrest all the escaped members.
Looker grinned, and said, "As of now, I declare you an affiliate of the Interpol, and you have all the rights that are given to each member. These include exemption from curfew, exemption from arrest..." and he continued prattling off what I was exempt from.
I gave a sugar-sweet smile when he was finished, and said, "Thanks, Looker, I'll get right to it."
He turned towards the door, but then he turned back and held something out for me to take. I opened my hands, and he dropped a slim ID card into them.
"Just in case something happens." He gave me a smile, turned to the door, and left.
I rolled my eyes. Facing the coffee table once more, I picked up my scissors and continued cutting off the tape that held the package shut. Tape discarded, I opened the box. I gasped when I saw the contents. It was a tiny replica—that worked—of the Nimbasa City ferris wheel. I gently placed my hands around it and pulled it out of the box. The Pokéball carriages were delicately painted, the spokes made with flawless precision. I took the decoration to my window, where I set it against the sky. I grinned, spinning the wheel with a finger. A note was sitting in the bottom of the box. I read it aloud to myself.
'Touko-
A little something to brighten your day. Always remember people you meet; you might just cross paths with them once again.'
No signature. Whatever. I spun over to my stereo, put in a CD, and started dancing to the song that was the theme for the most popular TV show. As I got dressed, I started singing the lyrics, but not loudly enough to wake my neighbors up.
"We will be heroes! We can change the world if we try, I go where you go! Forever friends, you and I! We will be heroes~!"
After I had finished getting dressed, I turned off my stereo, belted on my beloved Pokéballs, grabbed my bag, and ran outside, ponytail flying behind me. I looked up at the sky, and started running out to the nearest route. I needed to visit home.
