This was my first Pokémon fanfiction. I've been back to edit the authors note from the prologue because I realised something I said in the original could actually be kind of offensive to certain people, hah (don't worry, you're not missing much)

Some things to consider about this story:

1. White is Hilda/Touko, Black is Kyouhei/Nate. I'm still not entirely sure what I was thinking either, but try to remember that for future (chapter) reference.
2. The N section of the BW2 aftergame hasn't happened, so N still has Reshiram
3. There is some ferriswheelshipping and dualrivalshipping if you squint
4. This is the only AN which has been updated so if any of the others sound a little weird now that's why lol
5. This story is 2+ years old and so some parts (including N's character at times) are kinda ehh

With all that in mind, enjoy?


The sky was cloudless as White sat back against a tree, taking a deep breath of the clean forest smells. Being out in the forest was always so refreshing. It was a lot different than back in Unova, or the cities surrounding it.

It had been over two years since she'd left Unova. She'd beaten the Pokémon League and become the champion, but with that reputation came an awful lot of attention and eventually she'd just wanted to get away from it all. So she'd left the country to seek out a quieter life.

Zekrom was curled up nearby, the dragon twitching in his sleep. It was only in quiet places like this that the poor Pokémon could be let out of his Pokéball – if White let him out where there were many people around then they'd soon notice that she had the legendary dragon Pokémon and any hopes of a quieter life out here would be crushed.

White let out a contented sigh, watching a Pidove grooming its feathers in the trees above, and a couple of Deerling hopping around the trees. A few years ago she would have been racing around the forest, trying to train her Pokémon group, but now that she'd beaten the league and become the champion she was much less interested in that. Nowadays she only fought in Pokémon battles when she was challenged to them, and even then she sometimes let her opponents beat her despite how strong her Pokémon were. Winning all the time without giving anyone else a chance would be boring; they didn't know who she was. And still, she made sure to venture out into the surrounding areas to let her Pokémon out of their Pokéballs; she couldn't imagine it would be too much fun to be stuck in a Pokéball for days on end.

A young wild Deerling approached her cautiously, nose twitching and eyes round with curiosity. It tipped its head to one side.

"Hey there," White said softly, gently holding out one hand. It didn't look like it wanted to attack her, so there was no need to panic. Wild Pokémon only attacked when you disrupted their homes in the long grass; this one was obviously just curious.

The Deerling nudged her hand with its nose, letting out a happy chirping noise as it realised that she was friendly.

Suddenly there was a loud ringing sound. Immediately the Deerling turned and bolted, as did the others. The Pidove quickly spread its wings and flew away. Zekrom let out a grunt as he was woken from his nap.

"Dang…" White muttered, fumbling for her bag. Once she'd searched through the endless items inside it she finally found the source of the sound; her Xtransciever ringing. That was strange. She hadn't received a call from anyone in ages. "I wonder who it is…" she thought aloud.

She pressed the button to answer the call, and immediately an image appeared on the screen alongside her own.

"White! White, is that you? Can you hear me?"

"Cheren!?" White blinked in surprise. "I haven't seen you in ages! How are you?"

"I'm fine," Cheren said, although White considered that he didn't exactly seem so. His voice sounded strained, as if something was stressing him. He's a gym leader now. That must be why; I can't imagine it's an easy job.

"What's up?" White asked. "You hardly ever call me, so I'm assuming either something's up or Bianca has been lecturing you on the importance of talking to everyone again."

"Ah… sorry about that," Cheren said sheepishly. "But yes, something is definitely up. White, is Zekrom still with you?"

"Yes?" White told him, confused. The dragon wandered closer to investigate as he heard his name. "Why?"

"It's kind of hard to explain… but there's more trouble in Unova. I think it's Team Plasma again – they've already had a second attempt at trying to ruin the country earlier this year, and apparently they still don't give up. We need all the strong trainers we can get, and well…"

"I get it, I get it," White smiled, holding up her free hand. "You want me to return to Unova and help."

"Well, if it's no trouble," Cheren pleaded. "I… I know that I was unable to defeat them myself…"

As he trailed off, White was left with silence for a few moments. "Cheren? Is everything okay?"

"Hm? Oh… no, it's nothing… but if you can help us, I'd be really grateful."

White thought for a moment. Cheren hadn't told her entirely what the problem with Team Plasma was but for him to resort to asking her for help when she was all the way out here… it must be pretty serious. Not to mention that he didn't seem to be quite himself. It was almost like he was upset about something…

Well, there was only one thing she could do faced with a situation like this. "Yeah, okay. I'll go back to Unova as soon as I can and see if I can be of any help."

Cheren gave what looked to be a sigh of relief. "Thank you, White."

And with that, the call cut off.

White continued to stare at the blank screen for a few moments. She was broken out of her trance as she felt Zekrom nudging her shoulder. Patting his neck, she stood up, putting the Xtransciever back in her back before turning to the Pokémon.

"I don't know what's going on either, but it must be serious. I don't think I've ever seen Cheren look so stressed out…"

Zekrom stood up to his full height, letting out something that sounded like a quiet grumble and glancing away into the distance. The dragon Pokémon was one of the creators of the new Unova; it was probably just as worried about what was going on there as she was. Even though she didn't have the ability to talk to Pokémon like a trainer she knew once, sometimes it almost felt like she could understand them, just from the gestures or noises they made. And right now, Zekrom certainly seemed concerned as he tried to see past the trees. If it hadn't been for her, he'd probably have taken off already.

"Okay then," White said eventually, taking Zekrom's Pokéball from her belt. "Looks like it's time to go and pack. Then I guess we'll be flying back to Unova."