Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon!

Warnings: This story contains Yaoi (malexmale) and lemons. This story also contains mentions of rape and abuse, if you find it uncomfortable or offensive, I wouldn't suggest reading this!

"Huh? Wait, for what?" I asked confused. N fidgeted with his fingers again, looking uncomfortable.
"For everything. Just, for everything. Showing up suddenly and... and just, being the annoying person I am." He sighed shakily. His face was twisted up in a strange sorrow.
"It's no big deal, really." Well, it sort of was, but I didn't want to say that.
"But it is, Black, and you deserve… an explanation at least." He said quietly, looking down at his hands which were shaking.
"An explanation?" I echoed.
N nodded, looking as if he was mentally preparing himself before he spoke again. "After I left, I was intent on finding a real purpose. Discovering the real world and exploring new places. Just, I needed to get away. I should not have though…"
"How come?" I had a feeling this would be a long story, so I sat back and crossed my arms.
"…Because he found me. He found me, Black." N's eyes darkened and his voice cracked, as if he was facing this 'he' person. He swallowed, and paused for a long time. I waited patiently before he continued. "He... he had… his Pokemon.. deal with mine, s-so they would not protect me."
"Deal?" I asked, the word choking in my mouth "What do you mean? Battle?"
"Sort of… I have no idea what happened to Reshiram, but the others... They tried to protect me... b-but they were not strong enough… I don't know what happened to them." N's face tilted downward, his green hair fell around his face. " After that… He was mad at me, so mad. He blamed me for his failure; that his plan had failed. He kicked me down and… chained me up… He did everything I can't even list it all-" N ended with a choking sound, his hand cupped over his mouth.
"Who's he? Why did he blame you?" I was almost too shocked to say anything, the words came out slowly.
"Because I ruined his plans, I ruined all of his plans." N shook his head, hands in his palm. "A-after h-he hurt me… I managed to get away… I did not know where to go… I had no family, no friends other then you…" His breathing came out in harsh rasps, and I really should have stopped him earlier, but I didn't. Now he appeared to be having a fit, he couldn't even breathe properly. I didn't move; I didn't know what I could do. Instead, I sat there and let him cry it out.
I had a chilling idea about who did this to him. I didn't want to believe that N's own father would do this to him, but it made sense. N spoke of him 'ruining plans'. He spoke as if 'he' was someone he knew. I had only met Ghetsis a few times, but from the second I saw him I thought he looked like a bastard. He had a cruel, mocking voice that sent chills down my spine.
"N?" I asked; I realized the harsh breathing had stopped. N looked up at me, looking quite tired and miserable. I bit my lip, then spoke very slowly. "Was... was 'he', Ghetsis by any chance?"
N froze. His hands clenched, he hunched over a bit and pointly turned away and looked out the window. I could see his face in the reflection, which was twisted in agony. Then, very slowly, he nodded.
I looked down; I wasn't sure what to say. Waves of guilt crashed down on me as I realized how harsh I was too him, how short-tempered I was with him when he first came to my house. I realize now, that he had no choice. That he would have probably been dead if I really kicked him out. Good thing I didn't though, but still.

By now N was hugging his knees to his chest, which I noticed by now he often did when he was sad or upset. I sank down in my seat, feeling weighed down by everything I was told. N didn't cry anymore, but he was real quiet. He took long pauses between his explanations, closing his eyes and taking a calming breath once in a while. I felt horrible by the end, I felt terrible that he had to go through that while life went on, and while Ghetsis went unpunished.

"…Why did you tell me all this anyway?" I still didn't understand.
"Because, Black... I trust you, and I hoped I could feel better if someone knew."
"…Do you feel better?"
N waited to answer, and then he closed his eyes. "The pain is still there."
The ride ended, and with jelly-like legs I exited the ride. N followed, his hair still around his tear-stained face. I walked next to him. We sat on a nearby bench and waited till Cheren and Bianca got off the Ferris wheel. They were holding hands when we saw them. When Bianca spotted us, she ran over waving her hand frantically, dragging a flustered looking Cheren along.
"Black! N! Hey guys!"
"Hey-" My voice cracked, I still hadn't gotten over what N told me whatsoever. Bianca gave me a confusing stare, then looked at N, then back to me.
"Did something happen?" She asked curiously.
"No – nothing happened." I said shortly, sparing N having to answer. Bianca remained silent for a moment, and then spoke.
"Alright then, well, Mom texted me and said to meet at the car, it's late."
I nodded, and stood up off the bench. My legs were still weak, but I turned and waited for N. He didn't get up, but instead glance up at us. "I want to walk back." He said quietly.
"Walk back? But it's freezing!" Bianca said, crossing her arms. "You two can go ahead and walk, as for me I'm getting back to the car before my nose freezes off." Then she was off.
"I'm with Bianca." Cheren chipped in, turning away and following her.
I was about to go with them, but I knew I couldn't leave N to walk home like this. Hell, he would probably get lost. I remained next to the bench and waited till N finally got up and walked the opposite direction along the water. I followed, keeping close behind him.
As we walked along a path, many people seemed to have left. The festival was still alive, but the noise seemed so far away. The water twinkled and reflected the night sky above, well what was left of the sky. Clouds slowly drifted over the stars, covering them up behind a blanket of gray.
I picked up the pace and caught up with N, who was still silent. "It's snowing." I commented after awhile, holding up my hand as a small flake fell on my hand. It melted on contact, leaving my hand cold.
"…Yes, it is." N replied quietly.
I frowned, but continued to walk beside him. It was cold enough that I could see my breath; the snow started clinging to the grass along the path that we were walking on. I wasn't exactly wearing tons of clothes, and I could feel the cold nipping at my skin through my sweatshirt. I shivered a few times, but I continued to walk at the slow pace N was walking. It felt awkward. I felt guilty for some reason, knowing what he had been through while my life had been so easy and painless.
"…Are you alright?" I finally said after awhile, the silence was unbearable.
N took a deep breath, then turned his head and smiled softly. "Yes, I am alright. Are you alright?"
"What? Oh, pshh, of course I'm alright. Why wouldn't I be? I'm alright, s'all good."
N turned his head away to look out on the water, after a moment he said. "I should have not told you."
I looked down at the ground. "No, it's fine. I'm glad you told me."
There was silence again, and then he spoke. "The river looks nice." He commented. "Back when I lived at my castle, I could see all the rivers of Unova from the tallest tower."
"Even these ones? But they're so small."
"The tower was tall, not to mention it was on a mountain." He replied.
I stared up at the sky, my face dotting with snow. We kept walking until we shifted course and went over the bridge. I was lost in my own thoughts when I noticed N wasn't beside me. I looked behind me and he was a few feet away, looking out onto the water with a deep-in-thought face.
"N?"
"Black." He looked at me with a soft gaze, then softly, and with a voice traced with hesitation and guilt, he asked, "Can I hold your hand?"
Normally, I would have shouted 'no, what are trying to do, turn me into a homo?' but the look in his eyes, the look of all his sadness and desperation, made me question my decision. I was still weighed down by what he previously told me, my gut twisted at the thought of denying him such a simple thing. So, I reached out my hand and replied with a half-smile.
"Sure."

Sorry if the formatting screws up. if it's hard to read let me know and I'll try and change it.

I made this over a week ago, I did some revision to the text. I also had my friend thoroughly edit it so it wouldn't be too much of disappoint. For this chapter I had a lot of conflicts about how to go about it. In the end, this is what I came up with.

I feel like there was something else I had to say, something important. I forget, oh well. but I will say this, sorry if your impatient for the yaoi, I am too, I just don't want it to be too soon or unrealistic ;D But don't worry, I shall satisfy your yaoi cravings! /shot