A/N: It's still slow and I have like as of right now 2 other chapters done. I don't know if I should put them up the first few days, or every other day or so. Please review and let me know of any mistakes. Thanks! :3

I gasped, unaware of whom the person might be. It happened to be an old man.

"Uh, yeah, sir, have you seen a young man, about my age, 5 inches or so taller, with tea-green hair?"

He chuckled.

"Why are you chuckling?"

He pulled off a mask and a wig, then the robe he was wearing.

"Sounds like you're looking for me."

He sounded amused.

"Yeah, I am."

"Why?"

Oh how I wanted to just out and tell him.

"Come with me to Nimbasa, N. I have to talk to you."

He complied. It took us about an hour and a half of talking about Pokémon to get to Nimbasa. I led him to the Ferris wheel. It was dark by the time we actually got into the Ferris wheel car.

"N, I have to confess something to you. It's something I really need to get off of my chest. I mean, I even blew off Cheren and Bianca in my own house and-"

"Sephyr, you're rambling."

"Oh, right, sorry. What I need to say is… N, I think about you nonstop. I think about what would have happened if you had won our battle and never left Unova. I think about what could have happened if you hadn't left Unova at all. I just think about you, and what could happen."

I draped one arm across my torso and grasped hold of my other arm.

"I think about you and I. About us battling, about us talking, about US. Being together, whether it's just being in the same room, or something more. I like you, N, I really do. And at one time, I though you liked me back. I try to get you to notice my feelings by flirting, but those feelings are unrequited. I just feel… so invisible."

He looked away, and grabbed his chin, looking deep in thought.

"Tell me-" he paused, "what made you think I liked you at one point."

I shifted.

"Well, you were always nice to me. You treated me as an individual, rather than a part of a whole. You showed genuine interest in me, whether it be from being enemies, or being friends. You showed compassion for each of my Pokémon, and myself as well."

For the last part, I got quiet.

"You singled me out."

He finally looked at me, but stayed quiet. At his quietness, I scoffed and looked away. I stood up, waiting for the wheel to come to a halt so I could get off, but N pulled me back down.

"It looks as if I'm not the only one here who doesn't get human emotions and feelings. Don't look at me like that, Sephyr. I know people just a little more than you'd think."

The wheel finally started up again, and N continued on.

"The reasons you thought I liked you were because I do like you. If you're hoping for a relationship, don't. Not yet. Please don't look crestfallen. It pains me. I know a lot about you, but not enough for a relationship. I'm still weary of humans. I need a coach. You could be it, if you'd like. Spending time like that together could help your chances, Sephyr."

"Or hurt them."

He didn't reply to this, but he looked at me with a solemn look. His features were luminescent at the top of the Ferris wheel round.

"I need a coach, but I must depart from Unova. I can't work around so many people I've hurt. I couldn't work around anyone I've hurt."

"You're excluding a person, N."

I interjected.

"And that would be-?"

"Me."

We sat in silence for the rest of the ride. Once it stopped, we got off. I tried going away from the whole ordeal, but N stopped me, once again.

"Now do you see why I'm not ready for a relationship? I'm pretty much new to this whole liking thing. Not to mention humans as a whole."

"Well, N, if you can't be around humans, especially those you've hurt, then maybe you aren't the N I once knew. I miss the old N; the one who wouldn't run away from his ideals. The one who wouldn't leave the world as it is: a miserable place where people are constantly handed nothing but the bad. Where's that N? Because I'm certainly not seeing that one in you."

He stopped walking, and just looked at me, as though his eyes were about to flood. There's something about this N that intrigued me. When mentioning a mere memory of the 'old' N, he gets tearful. He feels guilty. He feels as though his world came crashing down. He feels let down. I feel let down.

"Everything I have spoken, N, everything spoken has not been heard. And it never will be, will it?"

I started walking away, untouched by N.

"The N you once knew is dead."

With those words, I kept going, but my heart certainly didn't.