Reshiram had chosen him and Zekrom chose her to be his opposite. Sometimes that very difference drove her to insanity as she lay near him in the night, listening to his steady breathing as he slept without worry. Despite the love and the closeness, she felt that the very Pokemon that brought them together would one day cause them to split and once again become rivals. Her hands clenched the thin fabric of the cream colored sheet while she scowled at the wall, the thoughts rushing through her brain in waves. She should have been past this ages ago, but it never seemed to truly leave her mind…it just curled up and rested, giving her a false sense of security before rearing its ugly head in the night once more.
N sensed Touko's fidgets in his sleep and groggily opened an eye to scan the troubled face of the woman he loved. A hand reached for hers and she flinched as she turned to see him looking up at her with one of the most serene expressions on his face. Immediately afterwards, the blush formed. The rush of blood to her face was the one thing she hated most in the world, but N paid no attention to it as he propped himself on one arm to get a better look at her in the moonlight coming in through the window.
"What's wrong, Touko?" N's voice was cautious and quiet. He could tell she was in one of her more troubled moods and had long since learned that loud voices made for her volatile temper to erupt. She shifted and kneaded the fabric in her hands as she looked at him with a helpless expression. She debated asking him if they would be together forever or were just doomed to play the roles of rivals until the end of their days
"This? Is this real?" Touko questioned in a voice almost too soft to really hear. N blinked up at her and moved to sit in a better position to hold her, his arms ghosting around her slender form and pulling her very gently against his chest. She froze rigid against his frame, her breath catching in her throat as though waiting for something more.
"This is real. We are real." Touko chewed on her lip, comforted by the words but still unsure enough about them to remain slightly on edge. N's fingers wormed their way into hers and gently squeezed, attempting to work the tension out of her in little circles of his fingers on the back of her hands.
"We were rivals before…What if…what if we become rivals again?" The motions of N's fingers halted as soon as her voice faded and fear shot up Touko's spine like a bolt of electricity. She suddenly felt as though she had said the wrong thing. She worried as thought raced through her head in the few frantic seconds of silence before she heard N's gentle laugh followed by a light kiss in the hollow of her shoulder.
"That is true, but it helped us grow into everything we have now." He paused and released her hands, lightly tip-toeing his fingers up her arms. Touko went rigid again for an entirely new reason and narrowed her eyes at the second rush of color to her face. "And, there are some times when being your rival is the only thing I ever want."