A young man entered a playroom, for in his heart he was nothing more than a child. A child who knew nothing of the black and white world he had grown up in.

He continued to wander about the room, only stopping to pick up the few toys on the floor. As he placed them back on a shelf, something caught his eye. A picture. A boy with white hair posed with his Zoura, but the figures behind him were undiscernible. Looking at the picutre stirred memories. Memories he thought he'd buried deep within his soul.

That hero... The one who had summoned the other legendary dragon... How could they defeat him? The world he had imgained for his friends, was all but a ruse, that was imagined, no forced upon him by Ghetsis in order to complete his own selfish requests.

Hero of Truth, Hero of Ideals... Those titles blurred in his mind, making it impossible to seperate and label him and the other trainer. He had always believed that he pursued the truth, the reality of the world, and what it must become. Yet, the other trainer had won and he had labeled them as the one who was living in a fake world, one where beliefs were mistaken as reality.

But was he, himself actually the Hero of Ideals? The one who was living in a fantasy, who believed HIS world was right? Impossible to know now. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

He took out a pokeball, closed his eyes and whispered. "Tell me, my dear friend. Which one am I? All reason has been lost to me."

He bowed his head down slightly and returned the pokemon to his pocket, adjusting his hat ever so slightly. He was a man of logic and reason, for when lost, he had no where to go. That was why he had escaped from that trainer two years ago. He knew that it was a selfish reason to go.

After he had left, his father had escaped as well. If only he had stayed... Unova wouldn't be as a mess as it was now. Before, it had been a simple black and white world, the line clear from the start. Now, all the colors had blurred together, making everything a bleak gray. Perhaps that trainer could come back at seperate the sides again.

"Sir? Some of our people have caught Ghetsis on Kyurem. Are you ready to go, Lord N?"

The young man turned at the mention of his name, and smiled dryly at the grunt.

"Yes. Let's try to unblur the lines of fate."

This is my first attempt at trying to write something more serious... How did I do? Also my first time without an author's note at the top, because I thought it would be better without. Also Fanfiction is being weird right now, so it's also not in bold.

This one-shot takes place in the time RIGHT BEFORE Black and White 2. I know, I know, it's a bit late for an Unova fanfic, with Kalos, and the remake of Ruby and Sapphire, but I got inspired while I was playing Blaze Black 2.(Harder hack version of Black 2)

This has been Blueliliac Eevees and I heart you.

-Blueliliac Eevees