A/N

Hi! So this is my first ever fic, I've never had the confidence to post anything until now. God knows how long I've been reading & writing fanfics, but I don't claim to be any sort of expert whatsoever! This fic is complete mindbabble, but I had to post something beacause I was so annoyed the N and Touko friendship (or something more? ¬u¬) was not really developed... I have adored Pokemon since I was very little, and the new Black/White and Black/White 2 games have been my favourites!
I've put a theme at the start of each chapter to explain which song I was listening to the most when writing each chapter, and I think they reflect the atmosphere of each one. Just my opinion, nothing serious :)

Please enjoy, brace yourself for exceptionally bad grammar (I am the world's worst writer just to let you know) leave a comment or whatever, don't really know how it goes on this site...
PS - I only rated it T in case I decide to develop it later on. And I don't know what's classed as what on this site so I'm going to play it safe.
Huge spoiler alert, if you haven't played Pokemon Black/White I suggest you go do so now, because otherwise this fic will completely ruin the ending for you.
I own none of these characters, though the Pokemon mentioned are actually members of my own team c:
So here we go!

Theme: Hall of Fame - The Script

Chapter 1

Fighting her way through the Elite Four had been tough. Sprinting up the stairs to the Champion's chambers had been difficult – it was a thousand steps after all. The road there hadn't been forgiving, but at least her final leg to victory had gone smoothly enough so far.

But just like everything in Touko's life, nothing was ever going to be easy.

She knew it as soon as she entered the shadowed doorway to Alder's keep, the first murmurs of an argument drifting up from inside. Touko glanced down to her right, flanked by her Luxray, Shizz, who regarded her with his steady eyes. She knew she would have to face the trouble; this was the only way forward.

One final deep breath. She entered the chambers.

"I beg you! Separating people from Pokémon... Do anything but that!"

Touko's eyes widened. The room was entirely dominated with the presence of a colossal white dragon, standing at against the back wall, a silent sentinel casting its unwavering gaze across the scene. Its wings lay unfurled, aloft and moving as the creature breathed steadily. For a moment, it glanced in her direction, taking her and Shizz in, an all-knowing power teeming behind the unblinking blue orbs. Beautiful, but terrifying. She shuddered inwardly, looking away.

Standing in the centre of the room was Alder, visibly slightly slumped in defeat, clutching his pokeballs to his chest. His voice carried an undertone of desperation and pleading, but above all, anger. And Touko knew why. Knew who he was talking to.

The familiar blue eyes flicked up to register her from under his cap as she walked in.

"Ah. Touko." He said calmly.

"N," she spoke through gritted teeth. She had half expected he would be the one to ruin her shot at becoming Champion.

N's attention followed her as she came to stand beside Alder. She felt him glance at her in acknowledgement, but she kept her sight fixed on N, whose gaze slowly averted to the floor. If he wasn't such a twisted person, she could almost see a young green-haired boy standing sheepishly in front of his father, unable to look in the eyes that reprimanded him. But that wasn't N.

"N, somewhere deep down, you know this is wrong!" Alder piped up. "You're a human, just like me, so you must understand the significance of the bond between pokemon and trainer! After all, you're still a child," he said matter-of-factly. "And children must listen to the wisdom of their elders, especially the Champion…" Alder trailed off, an essence of instant regret in his voice.

The illusion of the scolded boy was broken in that second. Touko had never seen someone glare with such venom.

"You and I both put our beliefs on the line and fought with all our strength," N hissed. "And I won." He said this with no pride, simply stating this as if it were an insignificant fact. "You cannot speak to me with such a bold statement. Do not say another word."

Alder was silent.

"And as for you, Touko…" She jumped. He had spoken her name quietly, his tone much different from when he spoke to Alder. It was… almost gentle. Once again, she looked up at him, and he finally locked eyes with her. His head was tilted slightly, quizzical, regarding her with an almost timid curiosity.

He cleared his throat.

"...I've been waiting. In the future I envisioned, you obtained a stone." She felt the Dark Stone quiver in her pocket, and she brought it out, feeling the warmth of it settle across her palm. N walked down from the raised platform, towards her.

Shizz let out a warning growl, stepping forward in defence of his trainer.

"It's okay." N spoke not to her, but to Shizz. The calm returned to his voice, his hand outstretched in submission. Shizz must have recognised him from before, for she saw him relax, anxious growls subsiding.

Right in front of her, N extended his hand, and Touko tensed, expecting him to grab the Dark Stone off her. She flinched, about to draw away from him, but N simply laid a finger on top of her fist clenched around the stone, a butterfly's touch. Delicate, warm. Huh. Somehow she had expected him to be as cold as his soul was rumoured to be, but he was just the same temperature as everyone else.

"And, indeed, you have." He withdrew his hand. The spell was broken. He was still her enemy.

She let her own hand fall open, the stone quivering in excitement in her palm. N glanced behind him to the white dragon, whose breathing was visibly elevated by the increased momentum in the beating of its wings. Waves of fire swam around its tail structure and across the cloudy wisps that Touko guessed functioned as ears, casting a light glow across the room.

"That Dark Stone... you're aggravating Reshiram. Stop." N sounded panicked, the mask of calm slipping. He broke away from her, rushing over to comfort Reshiram.

He glanced at the ceiling, fear in his features. Touko didn't know what to do.

"This is not a suitable for the legendary dragons! The castle of Team Plasma, rise up! Surround the Pokémon League!" He commanded.

The ground began to shake, and Touko looked down in shock. What the hell had N just done? Suddenly, the tremors increased tenfold, the room vibrating violently, as if an earthquake had just been summoned. Touko reached out to steady herself against Shizz, clinging on to his fur as huge cracks snaked their way up the walls and floor.

"Alder!" Touko shouted for the Champion, only to inhale a lungful of dust. She spat out the bitter taste. A huge cloud of ash had accumulated, obscuring her vision. She couldn't see Alder, she couldn't see Reshiram, and she couldn't see N. All she could do was to hold on and wait out the tremors, cowered against her Luxray, who shielded her as the unrelenting blasts continued.