Rain pattered angrily against the roof and windows of the building in which N and I currently resided. But, I barely noticed it. I could hardly hear the thunder as it rumbled threateningly above us.

"N" I breathed, staring into his green eyes. I wasn't sure what to say. What was there to say in a moment like this?

He'd presented me with the opportunity to spend who knows how long with him in this building. Part of me wanted to use this time as an opportunity to get to know him and find out if he really was associated with Team Plasma. The rest of me wanted to simply get to know him, because I was certain that there was another side to him hidden under the surface.

But all of me wanted to stay and spend this time with him.

"I've always loved thunderstorms," He muttered as if in response to my addressing him, "They give everything a fresh, clean start."

A small smile graced my lips, "I've always loved them because they give you a chance to be weak and let your guard down."

"What do you mean?"

I slowly turned my eyes away from him and focused on a window to my right. I watched as the raindrops slid down the glass plane, smiling a little larger to myself.

"Well, just think about it. Could you really tell the difference between a raindrop and a teardrop?" I asked gently.

His gaze followed mine and he too stared out the window towards the storm that was roaring outside. After a moment, I turned to observe his expression. His face was serene, but his eyes suggested that he was in deep thought.

"That's an interesting thought." He whispered.

I smiled, turning in my chair. My head rested on one arm rest while my legs dangled over the other. I remained quiet, seeing as it looked like N was still in a sort of mental debate with himself.

As the silence continued, I began to pay slightly more attention to the thunder that was crashing loudly above us. Suddenly, the lights in our building began to flicker. N and I immediately exchanged glances. Not even a moment after we both sat stock-straight in our chairs, the lights in the building shut off completely. So did the lights in the rest of the town.

For the first time in what I imagine had to be an incredibly long time, Castelia city was in a state of pure darkness. It seemed that even the lightning halted at this point. I could only imagine that the whole city was in an utter state of chaos.

But, as I sat alone with N I felt distant from the city. Like there was "us" and there was "them" and they were two separate worlds. I felt like if I stepped out of this building, I'd be stepping into an entirely different universe.

"The power…" I muttered lamely, falling back into my chair. When had I stood up in the first place?

I heard N sit down on the couch again and turned to look at him. His silhouette was barely visible through the pitch dark, but I was still able to see that he had a hand clutched over his heart.

"Impossible," He whispered to himself,

"What's impossible?" I asked carefully, wondering whether or not he'd be willing to give me an answer.

Slowly his shadowed figured moved, coming to crouch right before me. In an instant, his hands grasped mine as he was looking into my face. I wasn't sure what to do.

"White, have you heard of the legendary pokemon Thunderus?" He asked urgently.

I hesitated briefly, "Y-yeah. I've heard of him. Why?"

"He's said to be the only one with strong enough power to cut the electricity to this town. That could only mean that this storm is caused by him which means we are in great danger." He spoke so quickly his words nearly slurred together.

"What?" I shot up in my chair again.

It was true, I'd heard rumors of this pokemon. He was supposed to be so strong he could control electricity. And with Castelia being such a large city and using such an incredible amount of electricity, it was only believable that Thunderus would be the only one with the ability to stop all the current flow.

"Where do we go?" I stood from my chair, looking around the room quickly.

In an instant, N's hand found mine again and he began to pull me towards the opposite end of the room. In the corner a small door resided, one that I had failed to notice before. He shoved the door open and flew through it, dragging me behind.

Together we stumbled down a flight of stairs and into a small room that awaited us at the bottom. We huddled in a far corner of the room, waiting with baited breath.

"We're safe here," N whispered to me, his hand still clutching mine, "He shouldn't be able to get down here. We don't need to worry."

I listened to his soft voice and his words and wished that I could find them as reassuring as he wanted them to be. I squeezed his hand as what I hoped to be a sign of appreciated for his attempts to comfort me. My free hand clutched his sweatshirt tightly around me.

Thunder continued to clap and bang all around us. I could hear the wind howling as it passed the building at such a high speed.

"When I was younger, the storms used to scare me. I never understood what the thunder and lightning was," N spoke softly, turning his head to ensure that I could hear his words.

I huddled my body a little closer to his, ignoring the tears that were pricking at the corners of my eyes, "And what changed your mind? You said you love storms now."

"Well, I used to hide in my closet with a blanket. I would cover my ears and try to pretend that the storm wasn't there. But one day, my Zorua got loose during a storm and he escaped outside. I followed him out into the storm and found him. And it showed me that there was nothing to be scared of." He recounted. As he spoke I could hear the smile on his face.

I thought over his story for a moment, allowing it to temporarily distract me from the issue at hand. I didn't find it hard at all to imagine N chasing after his pokemon. He seemed like he was the kind who would love his pokemon as much as I loved mine.

A loud burst of thunder brought my attention back, and I turned to look N in the eyes, "But what does that have to do with this? There is something to fear here."

"Not for you. I won't let anything happen, White. Rest assured." He replied genuinely.

"But, N…" I breathed, "You can't let something happen to you!"

He squeezed my hand tighter and began to hum a tune under his breath. I leant my head against his shoulder and listened to the soft music he was creating. As the song continued on, the storm seemed to lessen. After a few minutes, his son reached a close.

"That what beautiful." I whispered, eyes closed.

Immediately after I spoke my words, the lights flickered back on. We both sat up, looking at each other. I couldn't fight the smile that found my lips as he began to laugh.

"I told you it'd be okay, White," He murmured, a hand stroking across my cheek.

"Thank you" was all I could manage to say to him as I leant my cheek into his hand.

He smiled down at me before helping me to my feet and leading me back upstairs. He stopped just in front of the main doors to the building, holding my hands lightly between his. He lifted my hands up to his face, kissing the sides of them gently.

"For now, I must leave you." He spoke against my hands.

"But N. So suddenly?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have stayed this long. But I couldn't leave you out in that storm. And I'm very glad I got to know you."

Before I had a chance to reply, he had gently placed my hands back to my sides and turned to stride out the door. It wasn't until after he had disappeared from my sight that I realized his sweatshirt was still draped over my shoulders.

A small smile covered my lips again as I slipped my arms through the sleeves of his sweatshirt and looked off into the distance. It would allow me to think of him until I saw him again.