A loud exhalation of both relief and fatigue slipped through her mouth. White stood on top of a small hill. A smile formed her face as she saw the city of Mistralton. "Well guys," she spoke as White looked from behind. Her team of four met her gaze, all beaming with smiles even with exhaustion lingering in their veins. "Good news is I can see Mistralton City." White held her hips, huffing proudly at their advance.

"Bad news is I can't take any more walking." Her huffs of tenacity soon turned into groans of fatigue. She let her body fall backwards, arms spread apart and back landing on the soft bed of grass. Her Pokémon stood above her head, eyeing White with dry, amused chuckles.

Blowing a short sigh, she looked up. "Mind if we camp out here tonight, guys? I swear I can't move another muscle and I'm too lazyyyy," she moaned childishly as White rolled left and right. Her arms were on her stomach. Her legs were bent as she swayed around. Sounds of their laughter echoed in her ears, making White flash a white, cheeky smile.

"That settles it then!" Quickly she sat up straight and turned around. Her smile staying on her face, White asked, "So who wants me to batch up some Sitrus soup for dinner?"

Needless to say her Pokémon tackled her to the ground with loud barks and huge smiles on their faces.


The stars glistened majestically on the vast carpet of night. A few nocturnal Pokémon were seen scurrying about, starting their daily routine before sunrise kisses the sky. White and her Pokémon sought shelter under the few trees present. A campfire danced before their visions; firewood courtesy of the male Pokémon.

White leaned against the tree comfortably. Her knees were bent and slightly spread. Her arms lay on her kneecaps. A long sigh blew off her mouth. She looked at the Pokémon. Dexter nibbled on some grass around them, hearing a few neighs of delight once in a while as he chewed. Lillil sat quietly beside Marcus, politely sipping her soup. Isaac was seen guarding his bowl from Marcus, who was apparently eyeing his food right after he finished his.

'Dammit Marcus. Stay away from my soup!' Isaac growled bitterly, sitting and arms locking around his bowl. A heavy snarl echoed from his chest, threatening the Big-Hearted Pokémon from moving any further.

'Are you sure you're gonna finish yours?' Marcus asked happily, tail wagging and tongue panting at the sight of the delicacy.

'Yes I'm gonna finish mine! I just like to savour every moment of it unlike you who gobble everything before chewing can be commenced!' Eyes glinting a shade of what could be recognized as malice, Isaac leaned down and growled louder. 'Besides, why can't you take Lillil's soup? She's practically sitting right next to you and Arceus knows how long she's able to finish hers.'

'Hey!' Lillil snapped and glared at Isaac. 'Don't you dare mock my ladylike ways you barbaric cretin!' Sticking her tongue out, the Petilil took hold of her bowl and turned around, sulking at the water starter.

Seeing her reaction, Marcus chuckled amusingly. 'Nah. I know Lillil can finish hers. Coz she's awesome!'

Thank Arceus she wasn't facing the boys because next thing Lillil knew, her face was bright red as an Emboar's flames.

Isaac rolled his eyes. 'Stay.' He ordered sharply, all the while tongue taking a few dips on his soup. White merely watched the scene, stifling a laugh at such a moment. "Here boy," she cooed Marcus' name, urging him to come to her. The soup-filled bowl by her side was taken and stretched forward. "You can have mine. I can't finish it."

Upon seeing the food offered, Marcus' tail began wagging faster. 'Yay!' he barked, legs quickly dashing toward White.

Isaac, however, when seeing what White was offering to the Stoutland, only groaned a loud, 'Aww no fair!'

White chuckled as Marcus stopped before her. Giving one swipe of a kiss on her cheek, he sat in front of his trainer and happily licked his second course. Mouth curving to a daydreaming smile, she patted Marcus. His warm fur slipped between her fingers, so soft and smooth. White saw her Pokémon's face, brimming with such joy over simpler things. The more she looked, she more she could feel the happiness and warmth dripping into her stomach.

Then, her aqua eyes wandered over the bracelet on his right wrist.

Her mindless patting suddenly stopped, eyes glued to the dangling star. Her smile slowly turned into an irritated twitch. The memory of a few hours ago knocked her mind, giving her a slight tick that shouldn't be tampered with.

"You are a not human. You are a monster!"

Those sentences knocked her memory box, sending a wave of fused anger into her heart. N irritated her, no less. At first she thought he was just a harmless weirdo, but as time passed by, White soon realized that N was – though fairly harmless – a completely jacked-up, first class weirdo who ticked her skin whether he notices it or not. "Piece of shit…" The words muttered like wind, whistling through gritted teeth.

Sensing that his trainer had said something, his ears twitched upwards and Marcus looked at White. 'Did you say something?'

She gave a slow shake, lips pursing to a forced smile. "Nothing sweetie." White scratched the back of Marcus' ear, earning her a soft whimper of bliss. Her smile slowly curved into one of honesty. No matter how hard her day was, the sight of her Pokémon actually erased all those troubles away. When life had been a pain in the neck, her Pokémon were there to ease her struggles.

Truly her Pokémon made her happy. Truly her Pokémon made her feel special. Truly her Pokémon made her feel loved.

So the thought of her being separated from her Pokémon actually scared White to the bone.

Unwarily, her fingers clenched slightly, muscles tensing in her wrist. If N thought that separating people from Pokémon would be a great thing, he thought horribly wrong. She needed them, and they needed her. Why won't he see that through his thick head? Why can't he just accept the fact that some Pokémon are happy with humans and not all humans are bad guys? Thousands of questions boggled her mind. And those thousands caused an itching headache in her brain.

"Ugh…" A groan escaping her mouth, her head fell in her palms. Before she began her journey, White was looking forward for adventures and challenges that could change her life. She did expect meeting and making new friends along the way, as well as staying in touch with old friends. And yes, she may have anticipated some bad and strange people along the road. But never – ever – in her life had she anticipate a person that actually gave a new meaning to 'abnormal'.

N was an enigma. A trouble-making, headache-inducing enigma.

And like it or not, she was already caught in his web of profound mysteries.

Suddenly, something wet licked the back of her hand. Hands dropping on her lap, White looked forward. Marcus was seen with a worried frown, his furry muzzle wet with soup. She gave a single chuckle, erasing the Stoutland of his worries. "Hey, Marcus." She called out softly, staring into the pair of brown eyes. "You like N, right?"

It was enough to say that his silly smile and happy hopping answered her question.

'Yep, yep, yep!' Marcus jumped higher, even causing a tremor around them. White could feel her body being bounced off the ground. The other Pokémon eyed the two suspiciously, questioning what Marcus was being all excited about – rather than the usual of course.

White bit back a mix of sighs and giggles. She shouldn't have asked in the first place. The admiration Marcus held for N was highly obvious in her gaze. Ever since N gave him the collar – now-turned bracelet since his neck was too big to fit – Marcus was more than thrilled to meet him. She didn't know whether he was being ignorant, or that he was being utterly oblivious to what was happening around him.

Taking one long breath and slowly exhaling through her mouth, she looked at her Stoutland. "Marcus…" One hand slowly caressed the back of his ear, once more gaining another loving whimper. "As much as I hate to say this, but I think it's best you stay away from him."

His happy wagging stopped. His delightful panting halted.

He gaped at White as if she had asked the impossible. 'What?' he asked dumbly, tone proving obvious disappointment. 'But why? Bushy Hair Man's a nice guy! He never hurts me or you. And he's funny! Vewy funny!' Marcus barked and barked his reasons, even though his trainer had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

Upon hearing the words from the Stoutland, curiosity began tweaking in the other Pokémon's mind. 'What is going on?' Dexter asked as he trotted to his teammates. Lillil hopped on the Zebstrika's back, concerned eyes staring at Marcus.

'Don't know.' Isaac answered as he stood up straight, stretching his front legs and head giving light shakes.

"But Marcus," They heard White, "that boy is bad news. I mean yeah he looks harmless, but that N is causing all kinds of trouble and FYI, he has ninjas that stalk people as a job!"

'Those are ninjas. Bushy Hair Man is Bushy Hair Man!' Marcus continued rebutting, now on all fours in front of White. 'He'll never hurt me. He'll never hurt us. And he'll never ever gonna hurt you too.' His words were clearly heard by the others. All eyes were round on Marcus, surprised that he would state such a serious – though impossible to believe – statement.

White may not understand, but she had a good idea what he was talking about. "I'm just worried about you and the others. Not only me," Her hand was placed on her chest. "He's the leader of Team Plasma. And that organization is bad news too!"

'But I believe him!' He barked louder.

"I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU!" Out of reflex, White hopped to her feet and yelled. Her voice echoed up to the dark skies, even shaking a few Pidove's off their nests. Marcus reached a stunned silence, eyes wide on his trainer. Isaac, Dexter, and Lillil were shocked at her confession. Everything became quiet and still, the wind gently blowing amidst the intense surrounding.

Her body gave little shakes. Her hands trembled into fists. Her lips pursed, shaking and quivering on the edges. Finally, she dropped to the ground, hands roaming to her brown hair. "I love you guys so much like my own. The last thing I want is to lose either one of you…"

Marcus looked as his trainer mourned silently. Soon enough, the others crowd around White, comforting her from her woes. 'White…' Marcus whimpered slowly, head craning down to meet her gaze. 'You won't lose me. I always love you. I'm like, your bestest best fwiend.'

'Excuse me?' Feeling slightly offended, Isaac glared at Marcus. 'I'm White's best friend, you dope.'

'Do you seriously want to argue about that right now?' Dexter asked lazily as he and Lillil rolled their eyes at the jealous Samurott.

White looked at her team, eyes glowing a sullen glow. She took one deep breath, back leaning against the tree. "I'm sorry," she apologized, hands falling between her legs. "I'm just…thinking too much…"

Sounds of comforting purrs filled her ears. 'White,' Marcus placed his paw on White's hand. 'White, we will always be with you.'

She saw the bracelet on his wrist. She heard a tinkle of the bright yellow star. She felt a soft squeeze from the Stoutland, assuring her without doubt. White closed her eyes, feeling her eyes getting wet from such nonsense thoughts. "Alright then…" She returned his grip with a gentle pat. Looking up, White flashed a small smile at her team. "Thanks you guys…"

The Pokémon leaned closer for a big hug. She had her arms spread, welcoming her team of four. Her smile loosened wider, a bashful chuckle or two bursting from her mouth. "I love you guys so much."

They purred and barked with joy, drowning White with their warm hugs. Their nuzzling tickled White, causing her to burst into a laughing fit. "Okay, okay!" she shouted between laughs, "I'm not sad anymore! I'm not- AHAHAHA!" White laughed and snorted, legs kicking as Isaac poked her stomach. Finally, they stopped and backed away, watching as their trainer giggled cheerfully.

'So,' Isaac broke the silence, eyes looking at his friends, 'now that we know N's a bad guy. What are we gonna do about it?'

'I say we kill him.'

'LILLIL!' Marcus barked in panic, fear-stricken eyes sharp on the Petilil.

'It was only a joke, Marcus.' A sigh escaped her little mouth. Dry chuckles of amusement whistled from the others. A deep frown formed on the Stoutland's face. 'Well that wasn't a nice joke at all…'

Rolling his eyes, Isaac looked at White. 'What do you suggest, White?'

The brunette merely glanced in a blank manner. She tilted her head, an eyebrow raised in confusion. The Pokémon patiently waited for her response, wanting to hear her thoughts on how to defeat N.

A few minutes ticked by, and they soon felt like complete idiots.

'Right, you don't understand us…' Isaac slapped his forehead, mouth exhaling a low groan. Tapping his lower lip, he scanned the area. 'Let's see… Ah!' Snapping his fingers, he stared at White. The Formidable Pokémon showed one finger, head giving a single nod.

"Um…ok?" White replied, still in a state of confused curiosity. Her lips curved a dumbfounded grin, amused to see the actions of her starter.

He gave a cocky smile. The others were soon curious, intent eyes staring as Isaac scooped a handful of green grass. Without another word, he dropped the strands of grass on Marcus' head. 'What're you doing?' Quite surprised, the Stoutland quizzically stared at Isaac.

'Come here.' Not intending to answer his question, the water starter tugged Marcus' tail a few steps back. Now all were highly curious, eyes never leaving the pair.

'Ooo are we playing a game?' Excitement brewed over the giant Normal-type. His tail began wagging happily, tongue panting in joy. Rolling his eyes, Isaac stood up on his hind legs. 'On my signal, you lie on your back and play dead. Got it?'

'Yay! Got it!' Marcus beamed with excitement, eager to play the 'game'. He sat up straight, mouth showing the happiest smile he could form. 'I'm ready to play!'

White and the remaining Pokémon gaped at the males. Their mouths were parted. Their expression held so many questions to their actions. Finally, her heart missed a beat once she saw Isaac taking out his sword. "Isaac what are you-"

'Relax.' Isaac assured his trainer with a single wave of his palm. He assumed his position, both hands gripping his sword. Giving a quirky smirk and a wink, he lightly poked the tip of his sword on Marcus' chest.

Taking it as his signal, Marcus plopped on his back and stuck his tongue out.

It took her less than a second to figure everything out. "I don't want him dead!" she shouted out of reflex, body sitting up straight and palms pressed on the soft ground. Her eyes were round as they could be. A heavy frown fell on her lips.

'Wait who's dying?!' Being the blunt one, Marcus rolled back to his feet and alarmingly looked around. The bits of grass dropped from his head, softly landing on his big paws.

A slap occurred on Isaac's forehead. 'I wasn't intending on killing him. More like…hurting him,' he explained at White, whose gaze was still fixed with stricken horror. To his chagrin, he now knew that harming the annoying greenette was off-limits.

White continued to show her discontent. All eyes were on the girl, sharing their curious gazes upon her. The more they stared at her, the more it made White feel guilty. She bit the insides of her cheeks, retaining the reason of her judgment. Finally, White sighed heavily. "Look, as much as he's the bad guy, and as much as he wants to separate people and Pokémon, I…" Her teeth slowly gritted with eyes moving anywhere except on their faces.

He was a villain. He was a threat. He was dangerous by all means. If not careful, White could seriously get herself in a mix of deep trouble with the boy.

She saw how he acted every time he approached her. She saw how his stoic stance could be easily replaced by one of many rare emotions. White learned that after a few encounters, N rarely showed his anger – or any emotion – to anyone. In the eyes of strangers, he seemed calm and cold-hearted; distancing himself from anyone he found threatening. He spoke quite fast and formally, sometimes confusing White. His title gave her a new, intimidating perspective, making her realize that a young man like himself could have such control over an organization.

However, every time she looked into his eyes; every time she gazed into the pair of gleaming emeralds, she saw something that even she herself wouldn't believe: Vulnerability.

N may be the bad guy. He may pose a threat to the future. But every time White looked at N, she could feel a sense of longed innocence in him; like a child wandering around with unanswered inquisition stuck to his brain. Ever since the night of the Ferris wheel and the incident inside Chargestone Cave, N showed no sarcasm to his hundred questions. He panicked when she got closer. Even with him being the one closing the distance, White could feel the anxiety washing in his bones.

N was an enigma, masking his true form from the eyes of the world.

'White.'

Her shoulders flinch at the voice. White looked up, seeing as all eyes watched her. She pursed her lips, finding the right answer to her solution. "Just…we need to stop him. But the last thing I want is him being hurt.'

She bit back a laugh as White watched her team – except Marcus who was barking happily – groan. 'Fine.' Isaac grumbled in defeat, loyally accepting his trainer's decision.

'The Bushy Hair Man won't be hurt you can count on it!' Marcus' howled into the night sky, earning him another good groan and a small smile from Lillil.


White slept peacefully as she leaned against the big Stoutland. A warm blanket was snuggled close to her body, comforting her from the chilling night's breeze. She leaned to her side, legs bent and hands bringing the blanket closer to her chest. A soft purr slipped from her mouth, edges giving a little smile to the dreams that caressed her.

Marcus placed his chin on his paws, peacefully sleeping as well. His ears flapped now and then, reacting from the dreams he was having. Lillil snuggled next to Marcus' face, scooting closer as a blissful dream tampered her mind. Dexter sat near his trainer's legs, body still as stone as he napped. Finally, Isaac sat beside White, eyes shut yet mind still in a state of awareness.

And he was thankful for having such alert senses.

Immediately Isaac stood up, sharp eyes on the pair from afar. One was unfamiliar, dark fur with hints of red. The other one, however, was someone all of them knew in a heartbeat.

The last person they wanted to see right now.

'Guys, wake up.' He called out his teammates, voice steady so he wouldn't wake White. Three pairs of eyes fluttered open, feeling woozy and rather grumpy that their slumber was disturbed.

'What is it, Isaac?' Lillil yawned squeakily, mouth pouting at the giant water starter. He didn't return her glare. Instead, he pointed forward, allowing her eyes to follow the direction.

Needless to say the shock awakened her in an instant.

'Bushy Hair-!'

'SSHHH!' Three Pokémon shushed before Marcus had the chance to howl in excitement. Their eyes quickly went to White, heartbeat racing in fear. Luckily, she didn't move a muscle. The Pokémon released sighs of relief, three pairs of glares shooting at Marcus. Ears drooping backwards, he lowered down and shut his mouth with his soft paws. The Stoutland stared at them apologetically, big brown eyes shining in pity.

Isaac rolled his eyes and looked forward. The two had stopped walking, thankfully. But their eyes remained on the team, intent and patiently waiting for a response. 'What does he want now?' he grumbled sourly, teeth clenching in his mouth.

'I think they want us to confront him.' Dexter stood beside Isaac, careful eyes staring at the intruders. The corner of his eyes giving a peek at the starter's face, he added, 'Shall we amuse him? See what he wants?'

'Are you serious?' Another low, irritated grumble tapped the Zebstrika's ears. 'I hate dealing with his shit a few hours ago, what do you think I want to deal another with another right now?'

'Just go,' Dexter urged him, head cocking forward. 'I'll follow you. And so will Lillil.'

'Oh joy.' Groaning lightly, Lillil tentatively hopped on his back. A frown stayed on her face, eyes squinting in irk at N's presence.

'Ooh I wanna come too!' Marcus' whispered happily, tail starting to wag and tap the soft ground. Compared to the three, he was more than delighted to meet the tall human boy.

Unfortunately, his bundles of joy diminished like dust when Isaac ordered, 'No. You stay here. We don't want White awake. The last thing she wants is to see him so late at night.' Looking at Marcus with shoulders shivering in fear, he stated, 'Besides, you know all hell breaks loose when White wakes up.'

Shivers ran down their spine. An ugly snore echoed from their human friend. 'Fine,' Marcus mumbled, lips pulling to a pout. But before they could give two blinks, his smile was back on his face. 'Tell him I said "hi"!'


So that is White, Zoroark mused silently as he stared at the sleeping brunette. A silent chuckle wheezed through his mouth. The human girl that has been causing N such silly nuisance. His eyes soon moved to three different Pokémon, all walking toward him. He recognized their species; a Samurott, a Zebstrika, and the smallest of them all, a Petilil. However, as they approached, Zoroark soon realized that that tiny little Bulb Pokémon gave the deadliest glare of them all.

"Hello friends." He heard N spoke, making him turn to see his face. N didn't return his gaze, eyes instead staying at the incoming party. He flashed a sincere smile, welcoming the crowd that seemed more than vexed to see him.

'What do you want?' Isaac asked lazily as they stopped. He stood on all fours, proud and tall. His eyes wandered to the unknown Pokémon next to him. 'Who are you?'

'I'm N's childhood friend, Zoroark. It is a pleasure to meet you.' Zoroark beamed with such formality, head giving a light bow. 'We've been best friends ever since I was in an egg.' His bushy tail waged left and right, mouth forming such a childish grin.

N, however, only posed a simple smile. "Do not feel intimidated by my presence." He placed one hand on his chest. "I come here to you with negotiation in mind."

Stares of indifference flashed the Pokémon's faces. Mixes of glances were given, mainly to themselves. 'What negotiation?' Isaac asked, tone now hinting a dash of curiosity.

"Of obtaining your freedom."

Shock slapped their faces. Their jaws dropped to the ground, eyes wide as saucer plates. 'I'm sorry what?' Lillil gaped and blinked three times, legs standing on top of Dexter's head.

"I said, I wish to help you gain your freedom from the clutches of the trainer." N explained without irony. His tone was sharp and precise, perfectly clear to the ears of the fellow disbelievers. "Never will you need to listen to orders. Never will you fall to the demands of humans. I am here to help you, to set you free and let you be who you truly are." Emerald eyes wandered to the sleeping brunette. His mouth twitched to a minor scowl, yet bitten back by his teeth. "I will help you."

She is a brute. She is barbaric. She is just like all the trainers. Nothing is special about her. Absolutely. Positively. Nothing-

His bubbles of thoughts popped the second he heard vigorous laughter.

N looked forward, gaping as White's Pokémon laughed into the night sky. 'Very funny!' Dexter chortled, one hoof tapping the ground. 'You truly are a kidder!'

'Tell me about it!' Lillil snorted as she laid her back on his head.

Red of hurt and embarrassment rushed into the boy's face. Zoroark raised an eyebrow, confused as to why they would laugh at such a serious subject. "I-I am not kidding!" N shouted, tone sharper than before. "Why would I jest about something so serious?"

'Well then,' Immediately Isaac's laughter ceased and was replaced with a threatening growl, 'we're not kidding either. What makes you think we wanna listen to you and leave our White?'

Masks of disbelief were seen by Zoroark and N. "Do you not see what she has done to you?" His calm expression was slowly melting down, revealing determination and slight irritation. "Are you blind at the fact that she has used you every day just for the sake of her victory?"

'Used us?' Isaac spat a single, dry laugh. 'N, the only blind person right now is you. We never felt used. White never "used" us. When we're tired or when we don't want something, White fully respects us and our decision.'

For a brief second, N believed the Samurott. But as his eyes went to Lillil, that tiny fragment of faith was diminished like dust. 'She changed you! All of you! She turned you into some savage barbarian that sways far from the norm."

'Oh no.' Lillil clenched her teeth the moment she realized N was talking about her. 'You are not bringing that topic back! Do you seriously want to get injured, stupid head?!'

N froze as Lillil snapped yet again. His heart dropped to witness her erratic behaviour. The memory of hours ago still haunted his mind, breaking his heart every time he thought of it. Now, as if the pain of it wasn't enough, N felt his body shiver as he watched Lillil spatting all her cruel derisions. Sensing the danger, Zoroark's lips pulled back to a snarl, stance ready to react and protect N. 'Hey! Don't you dare call him that!

'No! Fuck you!' The Petilil shot daggers at the Illusion Fox Pokémon, not even remotely scared of his presence.

Feeling Lillil madly hopping on his head, Dexter blew a sigh and slowly comforted, 'Lillil, calm down-'

'No! The last time I attacked, he got lucky that I missed and White returned me. But this time he's gonna get it! Ohoho he's gonna eat my leaves until they slice right into his big stupid-'

'LILS!' Isaac gave a stern, sharp shout. His voice echoed from the far and back, claws lightly scratching the soft soil.


His yell was heard from afar, making his flinch upwards. Marcus raised his head, watching as the crowd took place. 'What is going on over there…?' he mused breathily, mumbling so that White wouldn't hear him. He saw N frown in front of Isaac, looking ever so dejected and poignant. 'Bushy Hair Man…'


Lillil pursed her lips tightly, body still trembling. Closing her eyes, she looked away. She remained quiet – at last – but her anger continued to burn in her chest, leaving smoke of tension around them. N remained motionless in his place, eyes showing the pain the Petilil had given him.

'Look.' Isaac sighed heavily, getting quite impatient with the situation. 'N. Dude. You have got to stop judging us. Just because how we act is slightly different from our species, doesn't mean you have the right to label us so casually.' The Samurott spoke with such severity, blowing a few growls between words.

The boy didn't respond immediately. All he did was stare, eyes round in complete anguish. Seconds whirled by, and he shook his head. "I am not labelling you. I am merely saying from observation."

'Well your observation is petty, dry, and moronic,' Isaac barked sourly, feeling his patience rapidly draining dry the more he argued with him.

No longer did N flash his emotionless mask. Shock and utter bafflement washed his face. No matter what he said, how he reflected it, the Pokémon stubbornly refused it without hesitation. Fingers shook as they twitched. A gulp slipped down his throat, dropping right to the bottom of his stomach. "I don't get this…"

'Of course you don't.' The water starter sighed in boredom and began turning away. 'Now if you excuse us, we have a battle tomorrow and the last thing I want is you distracting us and wearing us down.' Scoffing in apathy, he and the others walked away, leaving N in a dumbfounded state.

As they walked, N watched them. He watched as they turned their backs on him, walking away without a single care in the world.They…they rejected my offer and…accept her instead…? A pair of wide emerald eyes moved to the brunette. She slept peacefully, fully unaware from the grim reality around her. "No…" N hissed through clenched teeth as his glare drilled at her presence. "I will not accept this. I will not let her brainwash these innocent Pokémon into thinking that battling is sacred."

'N,' Zoroark called out carefully, one hand tugging the end of his shirt. 'N, we need to leave now before things get worse-'

"No!" N shouted, stunning the Illusion Fox Pokémon into silence. Isaac, Dexter, and Lillil however didn't even stop to turn and look at him. They kept moving, away from his sight. And away from his assistance. And honestly, that really infuriated him.

But N wasn't mad at them. Oh not the very least. "White is a fool for putting all of you in danger!"

Zoroark could feel the air intensifying as he saw Isaac finally halting in his tracks. 'What did you say?' He heard him growl, head slightly turned to see the corner of his right eye.

Although Zoroark knew N had crossed the line, apparently his human friend could not care less. "You heard me." The boy stomped one foot forward, fists clenching by his sides. "That human is a bloody, idiotic, obtuse FOOL!"

'THAT'S IT!' In a blink of an eye, the water starter stood on his hind legs, took out his swords, spun around, and dashed toward his stunned, vulnerable prey.

N didn't move a muscle. Zoroark felt blood rushing into his brain. 'N WATCH OUT!'