Pairing: N x Black/Touya/Hilbert

Summary: "N is happy for memories like this that prove he was more than just some jerk who got in Touya's way." Following the decisive battle at N's castle, Touya's actions cause N to travel the world in search for him to confront their odd relationship. N x Black/Touya/ Hilbert.


In the few seconds it took Touya's final attack to knock out his last Pokemon, N knew that he had become the villain. He could not pinpoint the exact moment the switch occurred, or perhaps N had always played the antagonist to Touya's hero.

It is an odd thought, but almost comforting, really. The daunting, yet righteous task of changing a static world for the better no longer belongs to him, he sees.

N's knees bend, and suddenly he's on the floor, defeated. Touya, wonderful, heroic, dignified Touya, examines his Pokemon, a slight frown scarring his noble face. Noble, noble, noble Touya. His shoulders neither show any sigh of nor bend under the weight upon them.

N's Castle, like N himself, is not noble. It cracks and bends, pieces of the floor beginning to disintegrate. N laughs, because this is perfect. If he is to be made a villain, he will be an irredeemable one, a stubborn one. He will stay here and allow his crumbing castle to consume him, a captain sinking with his ship and ideals.

History will not bother to write his name down, but perhaps noble Touya will one day awake from his noble slumber wide eyed, sweating as the last traces of N's final moments chase him into consciousness.

Despite himself, a smile creeps up on N. He remembers a conversation with Touya from his past, when N was still noble and that which opposed him wasn't.

"Many different values mix together, and the world becomes gray... That is unforgivable! I will separate Pokémon and people, and black and white will be clearly distinct! Only then will Pokémon become perfect beings! Yes, that is my dream! That is the dream I must fulfill! Touya, do you have a dream of your own?" N asked declaratively while touching the brim of his hat.

Touya remained quiet at first. N waited patiently, knowing his hushed rival took longer with words than most. He glanced at their surroundings. Chargestone Cave usually filled him with unease, but today the magnetism stimulated and electrified N. His entire body seemed to only exist in relation to the boy beside him, and N became keenly aware of his breathing. Touya wasn't nearly as tall as N, but in that moment, Touya commanded a much larger presence than N without even trying or noticing.

Touya looked up at N, the ghostly blue glow of the charged rocks painting his face and reflecting in his eyes. He nodded, a minute gesture N would've missed had he not been studying Touya so closely.

N waited for more information, but Touya went back to observing the walls of the cave. The odd mechanisms of the cave seemed to affect N more than he thought; he suddenly wished to know more, to know everything, to be more exact, to pry into Touya's thick head.

Did Touya merely wish for success? What drove him, what made him tick? When he was lonely or discouraged, what thoughts and memories convinced him to get back up, to keep going?

The moment soured and passed. N kicked at a rock, acutely alert to the opportunity he'd missed. He attempted to haul Touya back in by holding up a Pokeball.

"You have a dream... That's wonderful. I'll learn just what kind of dream you have-in battle!"

End Flashback

N is happy for memories like this that prove he was more than just some jerk who got in Touya's way.

Better yet, he can accept that noble Touya is the hero, because in a twisted and roundabout way, part of N's goal has been accomplished.

Touya is, without a doubt, light, the sun, day, white. This makes N, his opposite, darkness, the moon, night, black.

The opposing forces swirled and clashed, but never mixed; N retained his ideals until the very end, not even a shade of gray clouding his beliefs.

Uncharacteristically, pride swells within N, and he somehow knows his defeat was meant to be.

The rising sun conquered the night, and the moon won't be returning.

N looks up to see noble Touya scrambling about to avoiding the falling ceiling, and N realizes with a jolt that he never found out what Touya's dream was.

This is suddenly very important, and N fights the urge to call out to Touya. N wishes for Touya to remember him as a stoic, powerful villain who remained defiant to his death, and such a question would appear childish. Still, regret clanks in N's stomach.

Regret. Pieces of plaster fall on him like rain, one cutting his cheek open, but he doesn't feel them.

He knows Touya like an intimate lover, having spent more time with him than anyone else, yet doesn't know arbitrary details such as his favorite color.

Again, he does not like this, but as the end draws near, it is far too late to do anything about it.

Perhaps, in another life, he and Touya will meet again.

Perhaps, they'll both be white or they'll both be black, and they'll spend their limited time together instead of on opposite sides.

N likes this thought, and allows it to caress him. N makes a mental note to ask Touya about his favorite color in future lives.

N is hit by a large ceiling chunk and winces. N wonders why his death is taking so long. He would have preferred it to happen immediately after his defeat, but collapsing castles apparently can not be rushed.

N knows his life is supposed to flash before his eyes at some point, but no luck yet.

He trains his eyes on Touya, who is halfway out the door.

Touya stops and turns around to catch once last glimpse of N. N thinks he's supposed to say something right now, but no final words come to him. Hopefully the mere memory of him will be enough for Touya.

Touya seems surprised that N has not moved, and takes a step back into the room towards N.

The floor breaks off under Touya's weight, and Touya falls wordlessly into the void below, his eyes still locked with N's eyes.

N stiffens. He cannot make sense of this.

How could the hero of a story vanish before the villain's demise?

His head is dizzy, and he stares at the place where he last saw Touya.

Nonsensical…

Irrational…

Impossible…

N decides to spend his last seconds mourning Touya, yet...

Touya died just to peek at N a final time, a fate so ridiculous N almost takes back calling Touya noble.

But then N hears wings pumping over the sound of the building caving in on itself, and Touya rises out of the void on the back on a bird Pokemon.

Noble, heroic Touya, here to save the day, directs his Pokemon straight towards N, expertly dodging falling ceiling bits.

N is shocked; this is suicidal. It's risky enough for Touya to escape, but stopping to pick N up first? N's added weight would only serve to slow the Pokemon down, Touya must know this…

N feels the floor crack underneath him, and he is falling, falling ridiculously quickly, and Touya's Pokemon is diving, diving to save N.

N is touched, as touched as a villain like him can be, but he does not want this.

Noble Touya should save himself. N has fought all his battles, and he is content, and has already prepared himself for his death, and noble Touya is ruining this.

A chunk of plaster strikes N on the head, and his thoughts begin to drift.

N sees Pokemon, the temporary partners who fought against Trainers with him. A brief hatred of battling sparks within N, but the memories slip into the games he played with various Pokemon as a child, and this soothes him.

N sees his father, and a twist forms in his stomach, though by now N is too far away to remember why.

N sees snippets of his journeys, and the reminiscences of a certain brown-haired, brown-eyed Trainer seem to glow a bit brighter than the others. The youth's name escapes N, but N knows he is important. N watches his interactions with the brown-haired adolescence contently. The boy's image grows clearer…

Suddenly, this Trainer is stretching a hand out towards N from the back of a flying Pokemon as debris and plaster crash around them. Not quite able to place this memory, N becomes confused, and then suddenly it is Touya in front of him and N does not seem to be falling anymore and he is vaguely disappointed but not sure why and they are rising quickly and dodging things raining from the sky like it is some kind of game and it sure is bright up here and…

Unable to hold on anymore, N slips into darkness.


Thank you for reading! A review would be greatly appreciated. Any errors are my own.

Half of the second chapter is already written, and this story will most likely end up being three chapters long, depending on the amount of details I decide to include.