Hello! Sorry this chaps not my best, I was really lazy editing it; I've been sick, up to my eyeballs with tests, and my cat got hit by a car (he's okay, btw, his leg's just kind of messed up…)
And, as usual, I don't own Pokémon. But if I did, I would make N stay!
xx
Chapter 5- 'Conversation'
-Black's POV-
"Black!" a shrill cry bellowed suddenly from above me. I ignored the disturbing signal, focusing instead on the sheet of darkness engulfing me that, if I let it, could easily lull me back into the peaceful sleep I'd been enjoying. Of course, before this could happen, the cry came again. "Black! Come on, wake up, you idiot!"
I grunted, burying my face deeper into the soft marshmallow that was my pillow, doing my absolute best to ignore Bianca's irritating calls. Why did she insist on disturbing me when I'd barely been resting ten minutes and she knew as much as anybody how important my sleep was to me? Whatever pointless thing that was bothering her could wait till morning, because frankly, I didn't care all that much…
"Black! This is important, would you get up, you dumbass! Black!" she shrieked again, shaking my shoulder roughly as I only planted myself more firmly into my soft mattress. I could hear the sound of her angrily grinding her teeth as I buried myself deeper into the warm sheets, blocking out all outside noises that were trying to pull me out of my blissful state. Black didn't do night-time. Black barely even did day-time.
I had just about tuned her incessant hollers out when I suddenly felt a sharp pain inflicting quickly against the side of my cheek. Cursing loudly, I propped myself up on my elbows to face her, my brow furrowed and my cheek slowly turning a deep red.
"What do you want, you stupid Stoutland!" I screeched wrathfully, rubbing sorely at my now stinging cheek.
"Black, cop on, this is serious!" Bianca spat, stomping her bare foot on the bedroom's carpet. She was dressed in a light purple nightie adorned with Munna patterns, her blonde hair a scraggy mess atop her head.
"What's up with you two?" Cheren mumbled blankly from the other side of the Pokémon centre room, sitting himself up in his bed and groggily rubbing his eyes. He squinted several times, before blindly rummaging around for his glasses on his bedside locker.
Bianca bit down hard on her lip, her emerald eyes filling with panic. "Well… um… I…" she stammered, tear clouds forming in her eyes.
I groaned, letting myself fall back onto my bed. "What the freaking hell is it, Bianca! If it's girl problems, I really couldn't give a flying crap, so go moan to White or something…"
"That's just it!" she yelled, wiping stray tears away from her cheeks. I arched an eyebrow, climbing onto my elbows yet again. "White hasn't come back yet! She's been in ChargeStone Cave for nearly two hours!"
I glanced quickly at the digital clock sitting on my locker, and cursed deafeningly when I saw it read 1:13. Instantly, I sprung to my feet, knocking my duvet onto the ground. A thousand frantic thoughts darted around the inside of my mind as I raced to the other side of the bedroom, grabbing the pile of clothes I'd worn earlier up out of the giant heap on the floor and practically ripping the t-shirt I'd worn to bed off.
"Don't just stand there gawking, idiot, go get dressed!" I yelled at Bianca, who growled crossly at me, her cheeks quickly turning a shade of scarlet, before stomping out the door of our bedroom and into her own across the hall.
"You, too!" I snapped impatiently at Cheren, kicking the side of his bed as he rolled about limply, which led me to wonder if his less-than-perfect senses of sight and hearing had caused him to misunderstand the current situation. It didn't matter, and I didn't care. I finished zipping up the zipper on my jacket, and moved onto my socks.
"Fine…" Cheren groaned, pulling himself out of his bed and stretching his arms above his head sleepily.
"Fine?" I shouted. "Fine? This is not fine, Cheren! Anything could have happened to her!" Having failed several times in my rush to fit on a pair of socks, I eventually decided to screw them, and opted instead for just shoes on their own.
"Look, you know White…" Cheren began, standing to his feet and collecting his own clothes off the floor. "She probably followed a Butterfree and got carried away. I mean, you know she's not very good at time-keeping. For all we know, she could be headed back here right now! Either way, I don't think we have to worry."
"Butterfree, in a cave!" I snapped, cursing loudly for the third after realizing I'd completely overlooked the fact I still had my pyjama pants on. It didn't matter; I had no time to change now. "All that crap's easy for you to say, Cheren, you're not the one my mom will kill when she finds out about all of this!"
Cheren moaned as he fixed his jacket over himself. "She'll be fine, Black, don't worry."
Pah. Don't worry. WHAT ELSE COULD I DO AT A TIME LIKE THIS!
My clothes on, or at least half-on, I dashed towards my bag, which I'd left at the foot of my bed, and began to frantically rummage through it, checking I had everything we would need. Escape Ropes, Repels, Potions, Pokémon (my span-new Joltik among them); check. I was ready to go.
And then I began to recall something I really really wish I hadn't…
I froze, dropping my bag instantly, as the memory from earlier seeped into my brain, its details becoming clearer and clearer as the picture materialized in my head, making me sick to my gut. I could see him, clear as day in my mind's eye, standing next to those boulders with a sick smile etched onto his face, his perverted eyes beaming through the darkness at White, naturally. Why the hell hadn't I realized this sooner?
"No…" I whimpered, my voice cracking as I stared off blankly into space, my pulse sky-rocketing inside me.
"Huh?" Cheren questioned, glancing up as he finished tying his shoelaces.
"No…" I repeated, yanking my bag from the floor clutching the strap tightly. "No, no, no, no, no…."
"You okay, Black?" Cheren asked, brushing himself off and reaching for his pokeball belt, which he then tied around his waist.
"No!" I all but screamed, sprinting towards the door. Bianca screeched as I darted past her, avoiding a sharp collision by a whisker. "Come on!" I yelled frantically at the two as I raced down the hallway. I could hear the patter of their frantic footsteps chasing after me, but I wasn't too focused on that right now. At this moment in time, the only thought buzzing around my mind was White, and what the hell she was doing, though I had a fairly good idea.
I ground my teeth, doing my best to block out the possibilities of what he'd done to her. Had he kidnapped her? Trapped her? Hurt her? It wouldn't surprise me, not coming from him, that evil lunatic. When I found him, he'd be sorry, let me tell you that, because king or not, if N had hurt White, there's no telling what I might do…
-N's POV-
White was frantically pacing up and down along the side of the rock wall, her narrowed dark eyes scanning desperately all around herself for any sign of a gap between the boulders for which she could escape the chamber through. She was only wasting her energy, I knew, but remained silent as I sat cross legged and slumped myself back against the wall, exhaling a long, exasperated breath.
"How can you not be worried!" she shrieked, casting an apprehensive look in my direction as she smashed her fist a final time against the heavy chunks of stone and grunted enragedly as the rocks remained intact.
"There's no point in worrying…" I lectured her noncommittally, pulling my cap off my head and placing it down on the cold floor beside me. "…All we can do is wait for someone to find us." Or, if you'd like, I could just send out the Pokémon I have right here in my pocket, and ask it to bust us out…
"But my Pokémon are alone out there, anything could happen to them!" she moaned, retiring from her assault on the wall and turning to face me. "…and it could take hours for someone to realise we're gone…" She huffed as she carefully removed her baseball cap from beneath her mass of soft, chocolate-brown hair and drowsily wiped sleep from her drooping eyes.
I flashed her a reassuring smile in a bid to brighten her grim mood and shrugged. "Well, then we'll sit back and relax till then…"
She nodded, her crystal blue eyes focused downwards, as she fiddled nervously with her fingers, leading me to wonder if what I was doing was really as great an idea as I'd planned. Was it really acceptable in society beyond the castle walls for boys to trap girls in caves in the middle of the night, just because the wanted 'social interaction'? Probably not.
"You're not afraid of the dark, are you?" I asked her concernedly, absently tucking my knees up under my chin as she grunted and crossed her arms.
"Pah. I'm not afraid of anything," she stated, though her eyes told a slightly different story. "…A-and besides, it's not dark in here…" She moved towards my spot against the wall and plopped down into a seating position next to me, curling her legs beneath her. I could tell she was downcast- a tiny frown sat upon her lips in place of her usual cheery smile, and her eyes, though shimmering beautifully in the crystals' lights, seemed gloomy and disheartened, as if glazed over in a layer of sorrow… or maybe disappointment… or terror… or whatever emotions it was normal to feel after you'd nearly been crushed by flying boulders.
"I see… then are you afraid of vampires, maybe? I read a story about them once: it was about this girl who seemed to lack the ability to have an actual personality or portray emotion and this guy who had interchangeable eye colour and a skin condition where he sparkled if he went outside. And he was a vampire, too, but he didn't eat her or anything. It wasn't really scary, I don't get why people are so afraid of them…"
White didn't respond. She sighed as she continued playing anxiously with her trembling fingers and cast her face away from me. "…Vampires don't exist, N, I've no reason to be scared of them…" she murmured eventually.
I tilted my head in confusion, examing her downtrodden expression curiously. "…Then, what are you afraid of?"
She sighed, and stared down awkwardly at her hands. "…b-being alone…" she eventually stuttered, following a long pause. "…tell anyone and your dead, you hear?"
I blinked rapidly, brushing off her threat as that strange custom known as 'sarcasm', which I was now slowly beginning to understand. But.. being alone? I had to admit, I hadn't expected something like that, especially since of the four times I'd met with her, she'd been by herself for three of them, if you excluded the pair of grunts from Nimbasa. Why hadn't she told me this before? If she'd only agree to come with me to my castle, I could take care of her, and make sure she'd never be alone ever again…
She opened her mouth to speak again, her cerulean eyes filled with panic. "So…so don't go anywhere ok? Even though you're a stalker-pervert lunatic, I'd probably die if I was stuck down here on my own…"
I smiled at her again, meeting her gentle gaze once more. "Don't worry, White…" I assured her. "There's nowhere for me to go." A soft smile played at her lips, her eyes regaining that sparkle. It only took a few moments, however, until those beautiful features melted away, and that marring frown returned.
"…Are you ok, White?" I questioned her. "..y-you look upset…" It infuriated me to have to see her in this dejected state, since I'd promised myself after the incident on the Ferris wheel that I'd never again upset her again. Yet, here I was again, causing her pain, all because I was too selfish to let her go, even though I could easily if I wanted to…
She cast her gaze downwards at the floor, and began toying with her fingers once more. "…I-I'm fine…" she grunted unconvincingly.
"No you're not."
She shook her head defiantly, removing her cap from her head and letting her long, chestnut-brown locks flow freely around her face. Her gaze remained absently glued to the floor as she set the cap aside and shakily opened her mouth to speak.
"I…I just don't see why you're trying to do this, N, everything. Separate people and Pokémon… I mean, why? Why do you want that?"
I glanced away then, simply because I hated seeing her when she got like this. We weren't supposed to be arguing now, we were meant to be chatting peacefully, just like I had planned- but when did anything I planned ever really happen? "We've talked about this before…" I grumbled half-heartedly.
"I thought Pokémon were your friends?" she yelled, grabbing my hand and forcing me shift my gaze back on her. She had a forlorn expression on her face, her brow furrowed and her lips clasped together in doubt. "If that's true, then why do you want to be separated from them?"
She just didn't understand my ideals, my vision of how the world should be, of how it would soon be. She didn't understand that I wouldn't have to release my Pokémon, that I was capable of caring for them properly, whereas others weren't. She could be capable of caring for hers in the new world too, but how could I allow her keep her Pokémon if she refused to live in my castle, where I could keep a watchful eye on her? "I want humans to be separated from Pokémon because they're my friends." I explained to her calmly, exhaling deeply. "White, can't you see all the hurt Pokémon in this world?"
"There's loads of other ways to help them!" she insisted, her eyes adopting a glistening tint of pain.
I shook my head, swallowing a lump. "This is the way it's meant to be."
She released her grip of my hand, something that disappointed me slightly. Her touch was warm and gentle, and made me feel safe… I couldn't remember the last time someone had held my hand…
I sighed, and watched her as she tilted her head downwards, staring with a downcast expression at the floor. "Why are you so determined to stop us, White?" I asked her.
"Because…" she began, tucking the bottom half of her legs beneath her. "…m-my Pokémon are my best friends… without them I'd be so lonely, so empty… I'd have nothing to strive for, no purpose in life."
A pang of guilt coursed through me, gushing into every inch of me and forcing that emotion known as 'compassion' to bubble inside me. I didn't want her to feel like this, and knowing it was all because of me made me feel even worse. I watched as she blinked away barely visible tear clouds, which fell to the stone floor, making a faint splashing sound as they did.
Before now, I'd never seen how emotionally affected she was by my plans. I knew how much she loved her Pokémon, more than anything else in the world, and I had to admit, if I were her, I'd be terrified of having them taken away from me too. Did she really deserve this?
"If you'd like…" I began, smiling at her reassuringly for what must have been the millionth time that day. "You could come live with me in my castle once this is finished, then you'd never be lonely!"
Her sorrowful gaze met mine for a split second, before she shook her head dejectedly. "No, N…" she whispered faintly.
Why? Why couldn't she see? Why couldn't she see how happy she would be in her new life? It frustrated me incredibly at how difficult she was being. I was offering her everything, yet she incessantly pushed it away as if it were garbage.
"But you'd like it there," I continued, doing my best to win her around. "It's very big…"
She shook her head once more, remaining silent for several long, agonizing moments. I could tell this was hurting her- a single tear was streaking down her cheek and a prominent frown was set on her lips. "I said no. Get over it…" More silence followed.
I sighed inwardly. "We'll soon be commencing the next stage of our plan," I told her, breaking the unbearable quietness enveloping the tunnel. "It'll be amazing, just wait and see…" I didn't exactly know why I told her that, but figured she should know anyways, just to be prepared. She remained speechless and more or less motionless, as if what I'd told her had been the least interesting piece of information in the world.
I exhaled a heavy breath. "…I know you must hate me…" I declared after several more moments, stating the obvious.
"I don't hate you."
"I would, if I were you…" I murmured, looking away. "After all, I'm trying to break you up from everything that's important to you."
She sighed, and rested her head back against the wall. "You're only doing what you think is right."
I stared off for many long moments into space, trying to think of how I should attempt to explain my opinions to her. "White… do you have a dream?"
She blinked, propping herself upright. "I-I guess so…"
"Then you should know how I feel. All my life, I've been surrounded by Pokémon that were hurt by humans. They told me their stories, about trainers who abused, neglected and abandoned them, and since I was a child I've wanted to help them in any way I can. That's my dream."
White smiled sweetly, for only the second time since we'd become trapped in here. "That's a beautiful dream, N… but I don't see why you're trying to accomplish that by hurting all the Pokémon in the world who are so happy with their trainers."
I couldn't say I'd seen too many of those, apart from White's of course, but since I'd started travelling through Unova, I began to realise that if someone like White existed, then chances were, there must be other kind trainers out there, somewhere, although I knew they could be nowhere near as amazing or talented as her. "It's sad I know, but it's all for the sake of a new world. That's what my father says…"
White blinked. "You're …father?"
"Yes," I explained, clearing my throat. "You know him as Ghetsis."
Her mouth fell open, her eyes wide and astonished. "He's your father!" she exclaimed, leaning forward slightly in anticipation.
I nodded, confused as to why she was so shocked. People had always said we'd looked alike, I didn't understand why the news would take her by such surprise. "He's the one that asked me to do this." I continued. "He says when I'm king of Unova, all Pokémon will be happy and free."
White didn't respond, instead, simply stared off into space, her bottom lip trembling slightly. I watched her, baffled, for several moments, before sighing and resting my head against a rock jutting out slightly from the wall. I wondered what she was thinking- had I done something to upset her? Jeez, 'civilians' made no sense…
"You're father's an a-hole, by the way…" she eventually responded after several moments.
I sat in silence for many moments, trying to decide if I should know what that meant. "What's an a-hole?" I eventually asked, though something told me I shouldn't have.
She chuckled under her breath, her eyes regaining their usual cheery sparkle. "You don't need to know…"
I chewed at my lip as I thought over it. A 'hole' was something you dug in the ground, and 'a' could stand for a number of things, like 'annoying' or 'awful'. Maybe it meant they were awful at digging holes? I'd never seen Father digging a hole, maybe that's why he was so bad at it… "Is Black an a-hole, then?"
She giggled cheerily, a brightening smile stretching across her face. "…only sometimes…"
I nodded, pretending I understood what was going on, as she chucked animatedly to herself.
This was good, I supposed. We were 'interacting', like normal people did, instead of constantly debating over whose views were right. We were getting along, enjoying each other's company, like people our age were supposed to. I'd heard before somewhere that this was called 'hanging out'.
"So… we should just talk, now, right?" I questioned, confused as to what 'hanging out' actually was, as, though I'd read about it briefly, I'd never done it before.
"Pretty much," she replied, stopping briefly to think. "What do you want to talk about?"
I paused for a moment, realising there was much I still didn't know about her. "Well…" I began, rubbing my chin as a sea of questions flooded into my mind. "…What age are you? Where are from? Who's in your family? Do you like noodles? 'Cause I do!" She blinked as she processed my questions.
"Um… Well, I'll be 17 soon, I'm from Nuvema Town in the south, and before now, I lived with my mom and brother, Black. Our dad died when I was four, so it's just been the three of us. And yes, I like noodles. Does that answer your question?"
I nodded. "Your life is very different to mine, White…" I explained, flashing a small smile. "I'm 18, I grew up in a castle in the north, and was raised by my father, kind of. You're lucky to have a sibling, you know, White. Though I had many Pokémon friends at the castle, I used to get lonely when Ghetsis would take them away…"
"That's sad…" she sighed, her eyes glistening beneath a layer of glossy blue sheen. "…but you wouldn't want Black as a brother, he can be a total pig sometimes…" So Black had special powers of metamorphosis… that was something I definitely needed to look out for…
Many moments of silence followed.
"White…" I eventually began, pulling us out of the speechless trance. "Are we…" –I swallowed, trying to think of the right way to put it- "…socially-interactive acquaintances? As in… friends?"
She seemed a little put off by my random question, but slowly nodded her head. "Well… yes, I suppose you could put it that way…" she stated, a tiny smile forming at her lips.
I grinned joyfully, as I became overcome with blissful emotions. White saw me as her friend. She didn't hate me, which meant there was still a possibility she could come around to my offer. "I never had a human friend before." I explained.
Her mouth fell open again, her eyes filling with sheer horror. "S-seriously..?" she stuttered, raising a hand to cover her mouth.
I shook my head. "I wasn't allowed outside of the castle when I was young. Father said that I shouldn't waste time making friends, because all friends are good for is lying."
White stared at me in dismay, shaking her head slightly as she listened to my words. "But that's not true, is it?" I continued, smiling at her. "Because you're a good friend."
She half-smiled, then bit down anxiously on her lip, thinking to herself. "Thank you…" she mumbled in reply.
I exhaled deeply. "But… we're not exactly meant to be friends, though, are we?"
White blinked and cast a confused glance at me. "Why not? I mean, apart from the fact that you want to destroy the world…"
"Well, there's that…" I mumbled. "…and your brother doesn't want us to be…" I felt anger well up inside me at the thought of that last part. I knew well that Black didn't want me anywhere near her, but he didn't understand anything. He didn't understand how special she was to me, how special she was, full stop. He couldn't see that Team Plasma's theories were right, and as a result, was imposing incorrect views onto White, causing her to become increasingly distant from me.
White giggled. "He's only overreacting! He always does it because he doesn't like when boys talk to me; he's overprotective because of some silly thing that happened ages ago, that's all!" she laughed. "I just ignore him most of the time!"
I stopped to think for a moment. Her words did make sense, in a way. Of course Black would be obliged to protect her, I remembered reading somewhere that that's what older siblings did… but still, I'd never hurt White, why would he have to protect her from me? Was he worried I'd steal her, or draw 'graffiti' on her, or murder her, because that's what I'd heard you weren't supposed to do in civilisation…
"Oh…" I began, wrapping my head around the new information on my rival. "I understand that. I would want to protect you, too." I smiled at her softly, noticing her cheeks turn a light pink shade.
"Um…" I mumbled, looking away sheepishly. "…when I first met you in Accumula, … I was a bit jealous of Black…"
"Oh?" she uttered, her eyes widening in curiosity. "…why?"
I chuckled under my breath. "Because, I thought he was…" –I gulped loudly- "…you're…um…mate…"
A ginormous smile stretched across White's face, and her eyes glittered with amusement. She began giggling slightly, but it wasn't long before those giggles erupted into chortles, before finally exploding into hysterical laughter. She clutched her side and I watched on in confusion as she fell about laughing.
"You're too funny, N, you know that?" she spluttered out between fits of snickers, wiping away tears of laughter from her eyes. "He's a total slob! I can't imagine any girl wanting to go out with him!"
"…So you don't think he's a nice person?" I questioned, silently hoping for her to say yes. To my disappointment, she shook her head.
"No, it's not that, he's just… he's very difficult sometimes…" she informed me, composing herself once more. She grinned gleefully at me, sending relief flooding through me. I was just happy she was back to her usual self; that shining smile, those bright eyes, as if the last five minutes of conversation never happened. I loved nothing more than to see her happy.
I watched her as she relaxed against the wall, a contended expression forming on her face. She blinked several times before yawning sheepishly, then giggling. "Sorry!" she laughed. "Just a little tired…"
Her laugh made fireworks go off inside me. It was cute beyond belief, in fact, so cute that it made me laugh, too. She watched on in confusion, a single eyebrow arched, as I chuckled to myself.
"What's so funny?" she half-laughed, grinning at me cheekily.
"Nothing…" I joked, gazing at her closer. She really was so beautiful in the light of the crystals... Her soft, wavy hair fell around her face and down past her shoulders, and she weaved the ends playfully around her fingers. Her eyes were sparkling once more, two amazing sapphires that shone brighter than any of the crystals in the room, and her cheeks were burning a pale scarlet colour, which, I'd figured by now, didn't mean that she'd eaten too much hot sauce, but that she was happy.
I sighed then, my mind becoming plagued with curious thoughts. These new, foreign thoughts had been in my mind for quite some time now, but no matter how hard or how long I'd thought about them, I just couldn't come up with an answer to the bugging questions they posed. I'd tried researching in every book I could find, reading for hours about many different emotions, trying hopelessly to pinpoint what exactly these strange new ones inside me were, but none matched exactly to how I felt when I was with White.
And then I'd come across an odd little novel at the back of the bookshelves in a quaint bookstore on Driftveil's streets, one I'd guessed must have become lost between the textbooks and hardbacks over the years. It wasn't very big, it took less than half an hour to read, but its content was so intriguing, so confusing, I must have reread it five times over the last few weeks, just to try and wrap my mind around it. It was about love, as it was known. I knew what love was, at least I thought I knew before, but the story made me re-evaluate my ideas. Anthea and Concordia, the goddesses of Team Plasma, had told me once before that love was when you had a special connection with someone, but as to what that connection was puzzled me. I mean, father and I had a connection, in that we were father and son, but did that mean he loved me? The characters in the book were in love, as they put it, but what was that, exactly? Was it a city? Did every emotion have a city, then?
"White?" I asked, running over how I was going to ask this in my mind. She knew more about emotions and human customs than I did- maybe she could shed some light on the subject…
"Yes?"
"Where's love?"
She cocked her head, chewing awkwardly on her lip. "Sorry?"
"Love," I repeated bluntly. "I've read that you can be 'in love' with someone. But how do you get there? Where is it?"
Her eyes widened slightly and the red hue occupying her cheeks deepened. "Um… loves not really a place… that's just a saying…"
"Hmm… that explains a bit…" I explained, pondering the thought. "I asked the goddesses of the castle, Anthea and Concordia once, and they said it was when you shared a special connection with someone. But… what kind of connection, exactly?"
She bit down on her lip, thinking to herself for several moments. "Oh, boy… well, i-it's when you… um…" she stuttered, meeting my gaze for a second before swiftly turning away, her cheeks a bright crimson colour. "…when you like someone a l-lot… and your heart beats faster w-when you're near them and… you get nervous around them and you have, um, feelings for them… and y-you want to be with t-them all the time…"
Although her words were slurred and she spoke in crazy babbles, what she was saying was suddenly making perfect sense. I sort of understood now what the characters in the book were going on about when they prattled about heartbeats and nervousness, and it was as if my situation had become just that little bit clearer. But… did this mean I was in love with White? In my mind, I ran through the description she'd given me, matching the symptoms of love up to my own feelings.
I liked her, obviously. My heart beat faster when she was near. I felt slightly nervous when I was around her. I had feelings of happiness and sometimes worry for her, if that made sense, and I most definitely world wanted to be near her all the time. Did this mean..?
"I see…" I sighed, thinking everything over another time. "Thank you for explaining…"
She smiled at me then, and began to talk. She told me about everything; her life in Nuvema Town, her family and friends, her adventures as a trainer. It was incredibly interesting to listen to her many stories, to hear what it was like to be a normal person. In return, I told her about my life; my Pokémon friends and my palace, doing my best to entice her to my side with descriptions of the glistening marble hallways and rooms decorated with golden furniture, being sure, however, to leave out any mention of Team Plasma plans; I didn't want to upset her again.
After what I figured must have been more than an hour, I felt her body slink up against me, wrapping her arms around mine and nestling into my sleeve. I was surprised at first, but soon noticed she had fallen sound asleep, and most likely didn't know what she was doing. I smiled, allowing myself to relax, and watched her as she rested peacefully against me. I contemplated summoning Zoroark, as I knew I'd been keeping White in here for a very long time, but decided against it, concluding that she was too contended right now to disturb her. Although I guessed it was deep into the night, I knew she wouldn't be asleep too long, anyways, there was no reason to wake her. Just a little longer…