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Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon!
Warnings: This story contains Yaoi (malexmale) possible lemons (maybe). This story also contains mentions of rape and abuse, if you find it uncomfortable or offensive, I wouldn't suggest reading this!
It had been awhile, several days maybe that N remained in a slumber. Each time he woke, he didn't do much but blabber something about 'he's back'. And each time he slept, he would toss and turn, groan and mutter. He even screamed a few times. We all tried to get him to eat, but anytime N even saw another person he shriveled back into a cocoon. By this time, because it was always so busy downstairs with people, I moved N up to my room.
I wasn't sure why he hadn't been moved to a hostile yet, maybe because I didn't want him too. He was scared of humans right now, and as irritated I was with this random situation I was thrown into, I knew I couldn't make N suffer like that. It was becoming harder tending to him; his fever had risen into the hundreds and stayed there. He didn't eat much, most of anything he ate he puked back up. He couldn't eat anything solid, so he had been living off of soup. It was usually only a sip, but then, it was better than nothing.
N himself barely had enough energy to leave and head to the bathroom. I had to carry him to the bathroom door, then wait until he was finished and help him back to my room. I realized that he was beginning to stink big time. When he was awake, I suggested a bath and at once he looked fearful.
"What… you mean you're going to join me?" He hissed. His words were still slurred and weak.
"What? No! I mean just go in and take a shower!" I shouted back at him. He must be delirious. N didn't reply, just looked away into the distance, back in a confused stooper. I gave up after that, in fact, I was ready to just frankly give it all up to kick him out. But I knew I would never, I just didn't have the heart.
I had asked him many times what happened, but in the end just gave up. He looked like he was about to shrivel into nothing everytime I asked. His eyes grew fearful, and often he hid under the covers. He never questioned being in my house, even after four days. But by four days, I was at wits end and very much convinced this wasn't a dream. I decided not to tell Cheren and Bianca, they weren't exactly N's biggest fans. Besides, there was no reason for them to know. Mom didn't seem to mind him being here, but I wasn't surprised, she was always a kind hearted women, she would never throw someone so sickly and wounded out.
Presently, I was on the floor playing Call of Duty of the Wii. N had enough energy now to sit up and watch me play, and he asked so many questions it was growing irritating. He asked what everything was, and what its purpose served. I usually shrugged of the question or gave a half ass'd answer. It was probably N's fever speaking, no one could be that much of a shut-in, not even N.
"Is... Is this real?" N asked staring wide eyed at the screen.
"No. It's just a video game."
"Oh…. Why's it so violent?"
"I don't know, for money? For fun?—SHIT." I broke off my sentence and flung the controller at the floor. My character died /again./
"That's not a nice word, Black!" N huffed, than broke off with a cough.
"Yeah, neither is sleeping in another person's bed." I grumbled inaudibly. "Anyway, by any chance were you thinking of going home soon? I know you aren't feeling well but… Wouldn't your family be worried? Shouldn't /they/ be taking care of you?"
At once N's face fell, his eyes became lifeless once more, and he turned away, staring at the wall. There was a long silence before he answered, "My castle was destroyed. I don't have a home at the moment."
"That huge thing? Destroyed?" I asked unbelievingly. That fucking thing rose from the ground and tore up everything in its path.
N just nodded. From here I could see tears running down his face as he began to cough again, and then he slipped into the covers to go to sleep again.
"Wonderful." I grumbled, turning off the Wii. At that moment, my phone went off. I quickly grabbed it before N would hear it and questioned what it was. "Hello?"
"Hey Black."
"Oh, hey Cheren."
"Bianca and I are going to town. She needs to go shopping again, and then we're going to grab lunch. Wanna join us?"
"Sure." Finally, I can get out of the house and away from this weirdo.
"Be there in a minute." Then the phone clicked off. I looked over at N, who was under the covers. I told him I was going out, but I got no reply. I put on a sweatshirt, and then struggled into my shoes before rushing downstairs. Just in time, I heard a knock on the door. I answered it, opening the door to Bianca and Cheren.
"Hey Black!" At once, Bianca grabbed my arm and tugging me. "C'mon, we're heading to town! It's about time you stopped laying around the house all day!"
I wasn't lying around; I was dealing with a sickly weirdo who randomly appeared on my doorstep and stole my bed and probably soon my sanity. "Well, there isn't anything else to do."
"Gee, maybe you could go find some trainers to battle? Some adventures to find? Heck, maybe even visit another region!" Bianca suggested.
"Another region?" I echoed, allowing her to drag me along towards downtown.
"Bianca and I were thinking of visiting one." Cheren replied. "Maybe Hoenn... or Sinnoh…"
"Or maybe Orre!' Bianca butted in.
"Hell no! That place has barely any wild pokemon! It's all desert and mountain with thugs around every corner!" Cheren growled.
"That makes it a good place to train!"
"That's reckless! You'll get hurt!"
"Oh, are you worried about me?" Bianca smiled at him.
"N-No! I didn't say that!" Cheren's face went red, and he was acting quite flustered. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit to myself. I had started realizing the obvious attraction these two had, so I often left them alone. I had to admit, it was a strange pairing. They were polar opposites, but like they say, opposites attract. The day carried on. We had headed into town and went shopping. I took the opportunity to talk to Cheren about him and Bianca. He denied liking her obviously, but I could tell by the way he blushed and how defensive he was that he did. I didn't press him, I just laughed and he glared at me before turning away. After getting lunch and seeing a movie, we were walking through the small villa when I managed to slip away and head home, leaving the two love birds in peace. The sun was setting in the distance. I hadn't realized I had spent so much time out.
When I got home, I flung my shoes to one side and headed towards the stairwell. I headed up, tripping over Smugleaf who was splayed out on the stairs. It laughed at my wondrous fail; I just grumbled and carried on. When I entered my room, I was surprised to find N was awake, sitting up in bed. Standing near my bed was my mother, they looked as if they were having a conversation.
"What's going on in here…?" I slowly asked, looking from N to mom then back to N. As I walked into my room, N kept his eyes on me the entire time.
"Oh, I was just talking to N. You see, he was just asking me if he could stay."
"Stay?" I echoed. "You mean, stay for like... A few days... Or a few weeks… or…"
"Well, you know... just live here until he's able to move out?"
I stared at her, feeling outraged. N, living here? He was a freak! A weird outcast who couldn't communicate properly with a human even if he tried! A human that was more pokemon than human, not to mention he knew as much about the world as a three year old.
"He doesn't have a home, Black, and we can't just kick him out." N's mother continued with a dreadful sigh.
Yeah right, he could go live out in the forest with his pokemon friends. But I couldn't rule out the fact that he needed help right now. He was still hacking is lungs up, had a fever, and was covered in bruises and scratches from who knows what.
"Oh yeah? Where would he sleep?" I snapped.
"Well in here of course. You have a king sized bed, Black. Once he's not sick you two can share it."
"Share a bed? Are you serious?"
"Black... He doesn't have anywhere to go. And there aren't any guest rooms in this house. I'm sure you can survive alittle while, at least until he's able to get a job and move out. Besides, he says you two were good friends back on your adventures! Surely you couldn't kick him out."
I growled then glanced over at N. I couldn't say good friends, I felt more stalked then anything when I was out traveling, and he was always right. There. He looked frightened now, sitting there clenching the blankets to his chest. He was looking at me through pained eyes. "If… if you don't want me here-." He started.
"No! Stay! It's all fine!" I shot and irritated look at mom, who looked thrilled that I agreed. She gave me a big hug and kissed the top of my head. Gross. She then left the room and I plopped down on the ground, rubbing my face. Wonderful, N was now my roommate. That's… That's just great! This can only turn out well.
I can stand the guy if I see him every once and awhile. But after nearly five days of dealing with him and hearing his babble, I don't think I could survive living with the man.
I looked up at him, and at once felt guilty. He looked back at me, eyes looking as emotionless as ever. Scars were covering his face, his nose was red and rubbed raw from the constant runny nose and sneezing. His skin was extremely pale, more pale then usual; if that was possible. N looked absolutely miserable right now, but he didn't reply, he just sunk down into the sheets and turned away towards the wall.
Night slowly came and I sat in front of my tv yet again, shooting at zombies in a video game. It had been a quiet rest of the evening. N didn't eat much dinner, nor did I. Mother and John went to bed already, leaving the house deathly quiet except for my tv which was alive with shooting and screaming, and that gurgle sound zombies make. Behind me on the bed, N was perched on the edge rubbing antibacterial cream on the cuts and scars across his skin. He winced as he attempted to stretch behind to rub some on the cuts on his back. He strained his hand back, grunting with effort before giving up.
"Want me to help you?" I asked plainly, shifting my eyes from the screen to N. It didn't mean anything, but the second I suggested it, he jumped in the air in shock, flinging the bottle of antibacterial cream to the side and shooting me a frightened stare. I looked back confused. What, did he think I was going to stab him or something?
"N-no that's alright." He slipped back into his shirt and coughed a few times as he burrowed himself under the covers.
"Speaking of... You going to tell me how you winded up this way?" I pressed pause and looked over at the bed rather irritatingly.
The lump under the bed that was N tensed. He didn't answer, as usual, but I could see him start to tremble.
"It's alright; you don't have to tell me." I shifted my gaze back to the screen, but didn't keep playing. I just stared at the screen. N was deathly afraid of me asking that. He seemed extremely afraid around any other human being, he was even jumpy around me, which was annoying because he's the one that came here in the first place, now he's taking my food, my clothes, my room, my bed, what's next?
I guess I couldn't blame him... If i were in his position, I'd probably be scared too. I looked over at where he lay in my bed and frowned. Who did that to him? I know there's no way I could ask him when he was like this. He flinched away every time I asked, as if he was remembering what happened. As if it was flashing before him and there was nothing he can do. Sighing, I went back to my video games, but it was just going through the motions. I was too preoccupied with my thoughts to pay attention to killing zombies.
It was then that I heard rustling, at first I thought N was awake, but then I heard fearful mutters and groans coming from the covers. Hesitantly, I put the wii controller down and inched towards the bed and looked down at him.
He had to have fallen asleep within a few minutes, but he was already dreaming. Slowly, I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched. I felt like a creeper, I mean, who watches someone sleep? But I didn't look away because he had started squirming around. I could see sweat start to appear around his hairline, some drops sliding down his face. He kept muttering incoherently in his sleep, and whimpering dry sobs. Suddenly, he screamed, thrashed to one side and whimpered in fear. He was obviously having a nightmare, a bad one, and I couldn't take it anymore. I put a hand on his shoulder and shook him.
"N? N! Wake up, N!" I shouted at him.
He writhed widely and let out another scream before shooting up and pushing me with full force off the bed. When I managed to figure out what exactly just happened, I looked up. He was pinned against the wall, breathing heavily. His chest heaved widely and he stared at me wide eyed.
I stared back, but only with frustration. "You looked like you were having a nightmare! I was only trying to wake you up." I snapped at him, standing up and rubbing the arm I fell on, which would probably be bruised.
It was a few moments before N recovered. He just dropped back onto the bed and clenched the sheets. In a painful choking sound, he started coughing horribly, hiding his face behind his hands. There were tears seeping out between his fingers, and his body convulsed with the crying. I winced; he was on his knees, his whole body trembling. N was in horrible pain right now, and not just physically. He was truly... wounded. As he coughed, I reached in an attempt to pat his back—I don't know, anything to help him right now. But the second my hand touched his shoulder blade, he jumped again and flinched backwards.
"D-don't." He managed to say between his sobs. I didn't move, if anything I was a little freaked out.
In the end I just sighed. "Alright. Alright I get it. I'll leave you alone." I clicked off my Wii on the way out of my room, leaving N staring at me until I closed the door to hide from those penetrating green eyes. At once I felt guilty for leaving, but this was pathetic! I try to help? He flips the hell out. Whatever.
But when I headed downstairs and collapsed onto the couch, I never got a wink of sleep.
I kept thinking about N.
Oh wait, Black has turned into a jerk, what is this? Well, if I personally was thrown into his position I probabley wouldn't be "ohlolitskay, you just be an annoying idiot and I shall love you forever c:"
No, I don't think that would be possible, especially for one that lacks patience.. Like Black!
Anyway, thanks for all the reviews I got on the last chapter. I happened to randomly check my email this morning at school and HOLY CHEEZITS all these reviews and faves! I hope I can keep you all entertained... ^^;
