M-a-r-i-o-n-e-t-t-e
Summary: The battle ended in a tie. N told her to become his princess. She gave him the finger and told him to get lost. After going home, she came to a realization: Her every move was being controlled by N. She was his puppet, and he was her master. Who will win? N's desire? Or her heart?
A/N: GUYS. I need to know something. Since there is so much cussing, should I change the rating to M? Or wait for the erm..."content" before changing the rating? Lemme know just in case. O_O
~String 11~
I sit on the edge of my bed, feet kicking back and forth as I boredly wonder what I should do now. I had planned on exploring...but the problem with Ghetsis yesterday still has me confused and curious. What did he mean by the fact that N wanted me to stay in this room so he could watch me? There are no cameras in here at all! I checked! TWICE.
Glancing over to my bag that I'd left on the floor by the rocking chair, I jolt in surprise. I'd completely forgotten I'd left Brave in there!
I scramble off the silky sheets, stumble over the brownish-gold floor, and skid on my socks to the bag. I dig around inside, my fingers searching expertly for one item alone.
"Aha!" I grin, and pull out the Pokeball. "GO!"
"Braaaav!" comes the call of my trusty flying type, and I throw my arms around her.
"I'm so sorry!" I sob. "I haven't called you out since I got here! I'm a horrible, horrible person!" I feel tears wetting my cheeks as I stick my face into the downy feathers of Brave's breast.
My pokemon rocks back and forth on her claws soothingly until I stop crying. "I'm such a bad person," I say, wiping my eyes. "I've just left my friends and even my Mom behind without a second thought! Hell! I keep forgetting about Alder too!" I palm my eyes, and let out a breath. "How are they doing? Are they better? Do they miss me?" I shudder, my ponytail falling apart even more than it had previously this morning.
Brave cocks her head to the side, and stretches out a wing to pat my head. "Braaav!"
I smile at my pokemon amidst all my blubbering. "Ah….I feel a bit better now," I say. "Well...I'm not going to sit around here anymore! I'm going to find a way to get out of this prison-no matter what everyone else says, it's a cell-and find my loved ones." I push myself to my feet. "But I've got to get into N's graces….that's the only way I'll be able to convince him to let me out...even for a little bit."
Brave nods at me, and I pull out her Pokeball. "I promise I won't leave you in here for so long again...but...I need to go commence my plan right now." My pokemon bobs her head enthusiastically and I beam at her with pride as she disappears in a flash of red light.
Pocketing the Pokeball, I dash out of my room, and sprint down the hall. Where could N be at this time? Who knows...but I'm going to find him!
I stop in the hall when I see a door I hadn't looked at before. It's opposite of the piano room… Perhaps I can explore a little before I find N. Yeah...I'll do that.
Shouldering the door open, I peek inside. The air is warm, and makes me feel happy that I wore my signature tank top and shorts.
My mouth opens wider when I actually look at the interior. The expanse of the room is like a miniature green house...with several chairs and tables scattered here and there. It's like...one could have a party in here.
I inch slowly into the room, taking in the scenery with every step I take. There are palm trees, exotic flowers, and plants that stretch out of their designated patches. The floor is covered in gray bricks that make a path to the center where a large circular section is, and a round table is placed in the middle which is made of intricately twisted silver wire.
Blinking, I realize I'd stopped in the center of the garden, and look around. "Come on out Brave!" I say, tossing my Pokeball into the air. She appears, looking slightly confused, and I smile. "I was thinking...since this place is just here...why don't you use it as a place to stretch your wings? It's definitely a better option than staying in a Pokeball all day."
Brave caws happily, and flies up towards the ceiling and simply soars around the room. I put my hands on my hips before returning the Pokeball to my pocket, and turning to leave. "I'll be back later!" I call over my shoulder, "I need to go work on something!"
Exiting the room, I'm about to run off when I hear something: Piano music. The melody rings softly through the hall and into my ears. I pause, and quietly pad over to door leading to the piano room. I push it open, and look inside.
I blink in surprise when I see N sitting on the bench and lightly tapping the keys as they form tunes that flow into the air as melancholic soundwaves.
I feel as if I were standing there for hours until the music stops, and I blink, realizing I'd been staring at N for...ten minutes.
"Hello Touko,..." N says, a gentle smile on his face. I'm about to return the look when a flashback of how he treated Ghetsis flies through my mind. I shove down a flinch, and look up at him.
"Hi…" I say, feeling a bit shy. Wait..WHAT? I, TOUKO, THE HERO OF UNOVA IS NOT SHY! I huff, and cross my arms. "Yo."
N raises his eyebrows slightly, but merely chuckles, holding a loose fist near his mouth as he does so. "Come here…" he says, and holds out an upturned palm towards me.
I don't move; I don't necessarily want to be near him at the moment...after how he treated Ghetsis...wow...never thought I'd ever think that…
Suddenly, my feet begin moving against my will, and I stare at them with bugged eyes as I promptly walk over to N's side.
He pats the bench between his legs, and I decide to sit down immediately in a swift movement, plopping down on the bench. ...I don't want that weird moving thing to happen again. I don't like being out of control...
N leans his face over my right shoulder and rests it there. "Lift up your hands and put them on the keys," he says quietly, his voice sinking into my subconscious and I listen to him. The King places his on top of mine, and slowly pushes down on my fingers, thus tapping the keys in a procession of musical notes.
I feel my face heat up as N closes his eyes and plays piano with me, nudging my hands in the right direction as we move up and down the piano.
After a while, N's hands still as the last note rings out in the small room, and I pause, wondering what to do now. My brain seems to have frozen and I can't think straight. N does nothing, and I'm beginning to wonder if he fell asleep.
Turning my head, I open my mouth to say something to him, but I stop as I find N's face less than an inch away from mine. Our lips are brushing together, and I can feel his warm breath on my face.
"Touko…."
I'm about to leap away when N closes the distance between us and presses his mouth firmly against mine.
I'm too out of it to even process what it feels like; my brain just short circuits.
N pulls me towards him, his arms enveloping my small frame, and I blink, immediately regaining my alert mind.
HE'S FUCKING KISSING ME!?
~Misty/Ms. Ketchum