A/n: You've seen an accident, but what about an incident? Now, for a different perspective…

It's been two weeks since Mister Nobori's accident.

He hasn't stirred since he lapsed into coma, according to Mister Kudari. Visitors outside his family aren't allowed to see him yet because of his condition, which is a load of shit in my opinion.

I want to see him.

A girl with rich chestnut hair writes these few sentences in a plain pink journal from outside Gear Station, but rubs out the last thought. She holds the pen to her lips, and thinks for more things to take note of, and writes in small, yet tidy script.

Mister Kudari's been a wreck ever since.

It's not hard to see, but despite everything, he's still capable of managing the Battle Subway like always.

It's amazing how he's able to stay strong, but I guess he can't mope around while he still has a job to do. That's real dedication.

The Multi Lines and Green and Dark Green Lines are still closed down for obvious reasons though… It's understandable, considering that Mister Kudari's probably got a lot on his hands now that he's on his own.

He probably doesn't have anyone to rely on.

She stops writing to hold the pen to her lips.

Kind of like N is now-

"Writing in that diary of yours again?" Touya's voice comes distinctively behind her.

In response, she deftly slams it shut.

"It's not a diary." She pouts, and glowers at the brown haired teen. How many times did she have to insist that it wasn't a diary?

"Right. Journal," He rolls his eyes, and shrugs dismissively. "There's totally a defining difference."

"Damn right there is. Diaries are for sissies," She frowns, stashing it away in her bag as Touya takes a seat beside her. He offers a can of lemonade shortly after, takes it, and allows her displeasure to fade away.

As they exchange grins, both crack their respective cans at the same time. She takes a sip, and allows herself to drown in its absurd sweetness for just a moment.

"Thanks."

"No problem." He shrugs again, before taking a long draft of lemonade. "So… I take it the Subway Lines are still closed?"

She shakes her head in an affirmative 'no'. "The Red and Pink Lines reopened a couple days after the accident, and they're still making an effort to reopen the Green and Dark Green Lines too. It's all thanks to Mister Kudari and the rest of the staff. Everyone's working harder to make sure everything runs smoothly. So that something like… that… doesn't happen again."

"How can they reopen the Green and Dark Green Lines without Nobori?" Touya asks. He gives a look, one of astonishment and confusion. "Isn't Kudari worried about him?"

"He is," She begins to say. "But I figure that he thinks moping around won't help anyone get better. Even if the accident happened, you still have to remember that it can't stay closed forever. Thousands of people use it on a daily basis."

"You know, that's something that Cheren would say." Touya sighs, glancing up at the sky. "But you're right. Still, I wish there was more we could to help. Everything feels like a bad dream; I can't even imagine living through something as crazy as that. Hell, thank god that Nobori's still alive…"

While she's glad that he's alive, she can't help but feel imposing dread at the same time. "You have no idea…" She mumbles moodily, taking another swig of her lemonade.

Touya had everything easy. He didn't have to worry about evil organizations, or have to deal with pressure of finding the Sages. And N… where had he gone?

In a nutshell, her worries were starting to get to her. It didn't help that there was a pit of doubt growing in her chest.

"Do you think he'll wake up?"

"Mister Nobori have to eventually," She mumbled. "He owes me a battle."

That's what she said, and certainly, she meant it. Oh, but it was so much more than just that.

Like the jade-haired boy who had left on Zekrom, she wanted to see him again. Likeiwse, she wanted to see Nobori, stoic and reserved as he had always presented himself.

She had so desperately wanted to see the both of them again. For N, she had agreed to find the sages in exchange for information on his whereabouts, or even his condition. For Nobori, she could do nothing, but wish for a hasty recovery.

She wanted to see the man who battled with such a passionate gaze, and the lost prince who carried shattered ideals.

She didn't want to hear about the former's empty shell of a body, or inadequate information regarding the latter's status.

For all she knew, Looker could be lying to her. Using her.

For all she knew, N could be dying.

Maybe he was… dead.

There weren't many things Touko would admit to, but in this situation, she felt useless.

Despite Touya's rambing in the background, she absentmindedly finds herself picking up a Pokeball- a Master Ball, that contained the Pokemon that made her a 'Hero'. One that had chosen to stay with her, despite her attempt to release it before.

The legendary dragon of Yang.

She stares.

She stares hard.

She remembers something that N said before; that they will do whatever in their power to grant the wishes of their chosen. Truth, or Ideals, so as long as they were believed, they would remain.

But that was just a myth, wasn't it? Or was it? Why else would Reshiram stayed with her?

She bites her lip as she shoves her journal and Pokeball back into her bag. She needed to do something. Anything, at this point. She couldn't just sit around.

I want to see them.

"Touya, I'm sorry," She says as she stands up and swings her bag over her side.

"Wait, what's wrong?" His forehead creased, worry eteched into his eyes. She turned away.

"I'll make it up to you later, I just-"

I want to see the both of them again.

"Touko?"

Touya grabbed her arm, but she shook him away.

She needed to go.

"I can't, Touya, I-"

I want to go where they have, and bring them back.

"Touko, wait!"

"I don't care, I-"

I'll do anything to bring them home.

"Your bag, it's-"

She wasn't listening anymore.

All she could see at this point was white.

That's the truth.