Morning light filled N's bedroom in the way only it could. My previous heavy head and frantic emotions faded into a soft, light bliss, and I no longer felt the pain of knowing what had been lost. It was just me and N and nothing else mattered anymore, the past was behind us, and the future was looking somewhat bright.
I ran my hand down N's head, stroking the long tendrils of hair and remember with a faint blush what had happened only a few hours ago. I supposed his sweats were still soiled as well.
It wasn't hard to imagine that everything I had done and seen wasn't a dream. I knew I had been thinking that a lot lately… but it was all just so hard to believe. Almost as hard as it was to believe Mienshao had risked her life as well as her unborn baby's in that final battle against N's Zoroark. I sighed.
Mienshao had always put battle and loyalty to me before anything else. She loved Scrafty of course… but he had been her second best. Maybe it should have bothered me to know that her baby was also second best. Even so… I couldn't find the strength to be upset about her risking its life, how could I? She had been so loyal and faithful to me. Everything she did was for me.
I had spent enough time thinking about these things throughout the night that it was unnecessary now, like I said… the only thing that mattered now was the future and the present.
N stirred over me, his peaceful sleep being disturbed by the light like mine had been. This room really did get to be bright.
"Good morning." I whispered kissing the top of his head. I couldn't see him smiling but it was in his throaty voice when he spoke.
"That's nice…"
"Hmm?"
"You being here again… to wake up and see you." he turned and propped himself up on his elbows to be looking down at me. His thick lashes cast soft shadows on his cheeks and his emerald eyes were more vivid than I remembered. The color of his skin seemed more luscious, and the tiny gap between his front teeth brought back a wonderful lull in my chest. I smiled.
"You can wake up with me every single day of your life." I said softly to him, brushing strands of hair out of his face. "As soon as we get you out of here."
"And we can do THAT every night." his face turned a darker shade at the memory.
I laughed under my breath. "Well I don't know about that…"
He refused to be bothered. "No, I think we can." He nodded, but I could tell he was dropping the subject. I breathed in the musky smell of him and let it drench my throat. Wait until he feels real sex…
"So what is the plan?" he brought me out of the daydream forming in my head.
I had spent some time thinking of a way around all this, but I came to the conclusion that N was just too closely monitored to do it secretively without anyone else's help. I would have to call Kayne on the cell phone he left me and see where he was and how long we would have to wait. Or we could just break the hell out…
"You have Reshiram's pokeball?" I asked.
He nodded.
"And my pokemon?"
He nodded again.
"That's all we need." But still… leaving Kayne waiting for a phone call wasn't right. He was the one who brought me here anyways, he was the one who was giving me that chance needed to save N and stop team Plasma once and for all.
"Wait… Touko there's something I have to tell you first." N said as I squirmed under him. He refused to let me move even an inch.
"What's that?" I didn't understand this sudden seriousness.
He blinked awkwardly before going on. "Well… I'm not exactly sure if Plasma has done it yet… but they are after a legendary pokemon and I'm not sure that… that you can stop it." he admitted.
"What?" my hopes seemed to slip beneath me and fly away at the sound. At the time when N had recovered the legendary Reshiram, I had recovered Zekrom… and my rule about legendaries had left me to freeing the pokemon after he helped me battle. When Zekrom had been worn out after defeating Reshiram I had released him, in hopes that it would spare his life or capture from Team Plasma.
Of course I didn't know for sure at the time that I would to N, I had actually been pretty sure I would win, so setting him free in the midst of battle hadn't felt like a mistake. I knew now that maybe if I would have kept him a bit longer I could have changed the fate of Mienshao and my own capture.
And now I was legendary-less and apparently Team Plasma wasn't.
"Who? N!" I looked him in the eyes with slight panic. Why? Why was it whenever we had a good thing going something just HAD to go and ruin it? "Not Zekrom right?" That's all I needed to know… that my attempts at saving the pokemon from capture failed in the end anyways. I couldn't help but feel like the pokemon was still mine, despite the release.
"No… no it's a completely different pokemon." N shook his head. "I was going to tell you… and… I just forgot… last night." he turned another shade darker.
"What pokemon is it?" I asked softly as he put his head back onto my chest. His nose skimmed the length of my jaw and I felt like I was holding a child.
"Its name is Kyurem." He said slowly as if the name was foreign to him. "It's very powerful, an ice and dragon type."
"But you don't know if they have captured it yet?" I stared at the ceiling with wonder. I had never heard of this pokemon before so I couldn't begin to picture it. When I thought of an ice type, thanks to previous analogies all I could picture was Tate.
What was Tate doing right now? I flinched, trying to picture him furious over me leaving… or more importantly furious with Kayne for taking me away. I tried to picture what Kayne had told me the night in my bedroom… Tate crying… over me…
"The sages took over pretty much everything after you left… I think they were happy that I couldn't do my work…" he stated calmly. "So no one told me about it… I've just been overhearing things."
I sighed. "Then all we can do is hope they haven't found it yet… You have Reshiram though. A fire dragon type will easily beat an ice dragon type."
My logic seemed to amuse him for some reason. The seriousness faded from his eyes almost as soon as it came. "Right."
"What's so funny?" I glowered.
"You being a trainer… I had almost forgotten."
I knew he was just joking but it still bothered me. "Mind you." I poked him in the side. "I beat you in battle once already, how could you forget?"
He just laughed and slid away from me, leaving my bare chest exposed to the light. I glanced down at my horrid tan lines and pulled my arms up over me in attempt to hide myself. He hadn't actually seen anything last night… felt things sure… but he still didn't know what a female's upper half LOOKED like.
He rolled to be on his back next to me as I sat up and looked down at him. I frowned, seeing that still, despite all my hoping and praying it would stop, he was still tattered with cuts and bruises.
"Why are you hiding yourself?" N didn't notice my frown. He tugged on my elbow, trying to dislodge my arms from my chest.
I pulled slightly away. "We should probably talk about this kind of stuff…" I bit my lip, searching the huge bed for my bra. It must have fallen on the floor.
He sat up eagerly. "Teach me."
"Where is my shirt?" I said first.
"I don't know." He shrugged. "What does it matter?"
"Ughh…" I groaned and hauled the heavy blue comforter up to my chest instead. "Ok… well to start with, most girls don't take their shirts off in front of people."
"Why not?" he cocked his head slightly to the side.
I blushed. "Well… never mind… let me just… ugh…"
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know where to start…" I looked across the bed to the foot where Mienshao had manifested herself to me. A cold shiver crawled up my spine. She was here now…
"We are friends, N." I said simply, catching a glimpse of his glee-filled eyes at the word. "But usually friends don't do things like what we did last night."
"Why not?"
"Most friends you just… talk to and hang out and have pokemon battles with. That kind of stuff. Only… really special friends do things like we did."
He was beaming. "Then that's a good thing right?"
"Well… sort of. What we did was something a boyfriend and girlfriend would do. Remember those grunts we saw in the hallway a long time ago? They were kissing?"
He nodded.
"They were boyfriend and girlfriend."
"Are we boyfriend and girlfriend?"
I huffed a laugh and couldn't look him in the eyes. "Well… yes. Otherwise I wouldn't kiss you and stuff."
"I learned that when you love someone, like I love you, you are supposed to marry them. Is that true?" he asked. "Would you still be my girlfriend or would you be my wife?"
Well at least he had some sense of relationships...
"I would be your wife. But it's not that simple."
He smiled. "I like being boyfriend and girlfriend better anyways. Then you kiss me and do what we did last night with me."
I nodded. I could have told him that being married would mean MORE of that, and even better versions of it too… but it just seemed like a complex conversation not worth getting into right now.
I was looking down at him, trying to decide what to say next when his eyes grew wide and I realized he wasn't looking at my face anymore. I glanced down and found the comforter having slipped down off of me.
"Don't look!" I yanked it back up and buried my face into it, hiding the devastation. My eyes were squeezed shut so tight it hurt and only shut tighter when N's hand reached forward and pried the blanket away from me.
His voice was soft. "Why are you acting strange now?"
I peeked at him, trying to ignore the fact that he had seen my breasts and terrible tan lines. His face was soft as his voice.
"Why are you ashamed? I like it…"
His hand curled around my side gently and he smiled sheepishly at me. "It makes me feel good… and…" his face fell then and he pulled back.
I pulled the comforter up again and this time he didn't try and stop me. "You really don't know anything about yourself do you?"
He blinked nervously and shook his head. "I don't think so."
"That feeling you get when you see my breasts… or when I kiss you… or any of that." I took a deep breath. "That's just you being a horny teenager."
"What?"
"Horny, N, Horny." I shook my head and the blush rose to my cheeks. "That thing that happens to you." and I pointed with one reluctant finger to his crotch. "Is because you are horny, or turned on."
"What does that mean?"
"It means you want to… well, I guess it just means you are attracted to someone." I fidgeted nervously.
"Of course I'm attracted to you." he made it sound like I insulted myself. "But… can I ask you something?"
"Sure." I rolled my eyes.
"Why did it erupt last night?"
I wanted to laugh so hard, but I knew it would only upset him. I knew it would just make him feel bad about not understanding. So I held it in and ground my teeth together for a minute to stabilize myself.
"That's what happens when you… do things like we did last night." I couldn't look at him now. "When you rub it or stroke it…" I almost choked on the words. "It builds up and then you just…"
"Explode?"
"Sure." I allowed. "You release that…"
"Slimy stuff."
This time I couldn't help but let a giggle escape my mouth. "Yeah, that stuff. You release it and they you feel better right?"
He nodded. "But it feels best when it's happening."
"I can't believe you came…" I whispered under my breath, thanking that someone in the world invented pants at one point. I would have had full on sex with him last night…
"I what?"
"Well… that "slimy stuff"" I quoted him. "It's called… cum… and when it… came out of you… Well… the… verb, I guess…"
His eyes were content, kind of prying.
"You were cumming. Or you came."
"Coming?"
I nodded, knowing he didn't quite understand.
"I hope you know not to talk about this kind of stuff with other people." I crossed my arms over the blanket shielding my chest. "It isn't a normal conversation to just have."
"Thank you for telling me then." He smiled gently. "I'm sorry I made you embarrassed."
I touched his face gently and sighed. "It's ok… but seriously where is my shirt?" I crawled to the edge of the bed and looked over. I didn't see my shirt but his was lying in a heap. I reached down and took, still shielding myself with one hand. I could feel N's eyes boring into my back as I through the black tshirt over me.
He was smiling when I turned and slid off the bed.
"Do you want to see your pokemon now?"
My spirits rose and my face lit up. "More than anything."

~Kayne~

Everything was hurting…
My heart wouldn't pick up the pace, and it felt like every time it beat it was drumming on my ribs, shaking my insides like some serious bass. I groaned, my head resting limp against a palm tree trunk. It was pitch black out and the only light came from the moon reflecting on the water.
The cool tide was creeping up below me, touching the tip of toes as my feet dangled down from the petrified log I was sitting on. I was slumped over, barely able to hold myself up as the sound of the waves grew softer and the sound of my heartbeat grew louder. Silence stretched on for moments at a time as I waited, anticipating it like one would a hiccup.
Another thundering blow struck me in the chest, making me groan. I whimpered, hating this more than anything. I was so scared…
Tate never wanted me to know what it was like to die, and Bobby never cared enough about me to tell me. So I wasn't sure what to expect. I had actually signed that plasma contract in my own blood without reading it… they said they would spare my pokemons life if I did…
They promised me a medicine that would cure my Flygon's cancer and I had been stupid… too willing to hear the double meaning in there words. They "transformed" me into a member of the shadow triad, and then took my pokemon, saying that I wouldn't be getting him back until he was fully cured.
I still didn't know if he was ok…
The only thing I had to hold onto was the hope that Plasma had upheld their end of the deal and healed him. Even if they let him go afterwards, hopefully he was still alive. It was the only thing I had to hold onto anymore. There isn't another thing in this world I would give my life for… my pokemon meant everything to me.
And here I was… dying in place of my long lost Flygon.
Garchomp's pokeball kept shaking, trembling and begging to be opened. It was attached to my belt, making it hard to ignore, and also hard to refuse. But Garchomp shouldn't have to see me like this.
My nails dug into the palm trees bark as another pulse erupted in my chest. The blood was roaring in my ears, making it hard to focus. Even my vision was fading.
Was this what I had agreed to? I was dying… and for what? For Team Plasma to take my pokemon? For my brother Bobby to hate me? For Tate to ignore me?
I had to get out of here… I had to survive… to fight this and live…
I stopped, forcing myself to breathe in and out and push my lungs further apart with every breath. I tried to hurry and sum up the strength to teleport but it wasn't working. I was heaving with effort, trying to imagine Touko's room in the Plasma castle. It was simple enough to see; normally I wouldn't have a problem getting there, even if I wasn't in Unova.
Just when I thought I might have enough strength to make it somewhere another heartbeat stopped me and flung all that gathered will backward. I almost fell off the log into the salty water below me, but I barely caught myself.
Suddenly Garchomp flew from his pokeball and cried out to me. He landed in the sand and the mud splattered my face. I shook my head and looked up at him, gritting my teeth.
"Get back in your pokeball." I hissed.
Without hesitation he screamed at me. My eyes grew huge as he bared his teeth and anger pulsed through his eyes.
"Garchomp…" I squinted to understand. "What is it boy?"
He snarled and ducked his head down, nostrils flaring to warn me.
"Garchomp it's… its me!" I shoved away from the trees and my feet sunk into the sand. I stumbled with a sharp pain in my chest and landed on my knees, water lapping up to my elbows. "It's me Kayne!" I rasped.
He roared, his dagger teeth glinting in the moonlight. One warning slash went out to me, as if to say not to come closer. I felt the air from his bladed arm and flinched.
What was happening!
"Garchomp you obey me!" I demanded, salty tears mixing with salty water on my face as I tried to find the strength to stand. "I'm your trainer… I'm your friend."
But it was no use… he didn't know who I was anymore. He didn't recognize the trainer I once was… he no longer could see a living Kayne with blood moving throughout his body. All Garchomp could see was a moving corpse.
I stared up into the eyes of the strongest pokemon I had ever raised. Since he was just a Gible we had been together. Tears fell. I ruined everything in making that damn deal with team Plasma. I felt like I had made a deal with the devil. I might as well have…
"Please… Garchomp it's me… Remember… I dug you out of cave that collapsed…" I begged, trying to make him remember. "We're a te—
My voice cut off into a wretched wail of pain. My body trembled and I felt like every tendon was tightening.
Garchomp wouldn't stop snarling. He wouldn't stop screeching at me. Water slapped my in the face as I lay down on the cold sandy floor, unable to find the strength to speak.
Garchomp opened his mouth wide to me, gathering an eerie blue flame in the back of his throat and threatening to let it loose against me. My eyes lolled as I prepared to feel the full power of an attack I had taught him. My whole body seemed to go numb with fear.
In a last, desperate attempt to get away I sucked in a deep breath and balled my hands up into fists. From somewhere in me I managed the strength to teleport, though too late I wasn't sure. I could feel a terrible heat as I tried to grasp what little life was left in my veins. Lucky for me though I was gone before my own pokemon could kill me.
Or would I have been happier dying by the fate of my pokemon?
Either way death was death.