He paced in the hallway, body stiff as he listened to his former girlfriend scream her lover's name. There was no time to be questioning now. N was on his way, if Bianca's reaction was any indication. Cheren was in battle mode, complete with a small pocket knife that Bianca's father had given him for his birthday. His Pokéballs sat at his waist, already enlarged. One small movement on Cheren's part and all six of his Pokémon would be free, awaiting instruction from their trainer.
This ends tonight, he thought, staring at his expressionless face in the dim reflection of the steel. No outward sign of the fury he felt showed. The door flew open as Bianca blindly ran into the hallway, nearly knocking a vase over in her haste to get out. She gasped as she looked Cheren.
"Stay out of this," he warned her icily, glaring at her with an intensity neither knew he possessed. "This is between me and him."
"Don't kill him," she begged, practically falling onto her knees. "Please..."
"Why? The fucker took my girlfriend. He's going to break White's heart... but you are explaining this to her," he told her, brandishing the knife in her direction slowly for emphasis, "without lying this time. I don't want to kill you Bianca..." emotions ran wild in his chest as he pictured himself pulling the knife out of her lifeless body. Watching the last traces of life leave her eyes... he shook his head and blinked. What was he doing? He should be telling White... a loud bang from outside brought him back to focus.

"Return," the voice said frantically. Footsteps could then be heard coming towards the front door at a rapid pace. Bianca moaned quietly in her throat and plead one last plea to Cheren. He didn't hear her- his attention was focused on the door. He counted backwards from five as Bianca began to cry again.
"Five... four... three... two..." he opened the door and N stumbled forward, taken by surprise. He had no time to recover as Cheren fell into him, knocking him to the ground with a hard hit to the head.
"Stop!" Bianca begged, screeching as Cheren's Pokémon burst out of their balls. "Stop, Cheren! Please!" Cheren knelt next to N and grabbed his head, continuing to punch him in the jaw with his free hand. His grip on the man's neck tightened, causing N to begin to choke. Bianca continued to screech and plead, each screech growing louder.
"This ends now," Cheren said coldly, flipping N onto his back with ease. "My team, please leave the room," he added. All six Pokémon hesitated. "Now!" he barked. N's expression turned from incredibility to anger to pain as the blue haired man landed a blow into his nose. N groaned but dug his nails into Cheren's wrist, drawing blood. Cheren barely noticed as he positioned the knife squarely above the space where N's heart was, N's jaws locked over arm, clamping down firmly. Cheren snarled and jumped in surprise before guiding the knife down- only to not see another surprise. A weight dove onto his back, covering his neck with warm hands. He snarled again and struggled to keep the knife as a small, insistent pair of hands fought his for it. A blow to his cheek from N dazed him briefly, but he managed to land an elbow into the back assailant's throat. All of them heard the air leave her throat in a rush as she fell back, hitting the wooden floor with a sickening sound. Both men paused to look at her, horror painted on their features. Her hands were at her throat and she was looking at Cheren, clearly shocked.

"Bianca," Cheren began, murderous rage subsided. "I'm so-" –an equally sickening noise was soon heard as he fell to the floor, facial expressions slackening. Bianca's mouth fell open as N crouched beside her, concerned.
"Bianca..." he said slowly, eyes wide. "You're okay?" she was unresponsive. "Bianca?"
"You... you," Bianca gasped, horrified. N sighed and turned to stare at his bloody handwork. Patches of red mingled with Cheren's thick blue hair. With each second, more blood spilled out from the wound.
"Shit happens," he shrugged, refraining himself from dislodging the knife. It ludicrously reminded him of the sword Excalibur sticking out of the stone, awaiting its rightful owner. The rightful king, N sneered internally. Some king Cheren would be. "It's over now," he forced himself to say, smiling coldly at Cheren's body. "I promise you..." Bianca fell into his arms, looking into his eyes. He saw fear intertwined with shock and pain. Almost the same look he'd seen when he'd first slept with her. Lowering his lips to hers, he kissed her soundly, attempting to force both of them to think of only each other. She barely kissed him back. Frustrated, N pulled back and stared at her.

"He's gone. It's over," he repeated, running a hand through his hair. "What's wrong?"
"My boyfriend is dead," Bianca said finally.
"Obviously," N said insensitively, waving a dismissive hand to the body. "So... what are you going to do about it? Let it out, Bianca," he added in a whisper, trailing his hand down her cheek. "Let your emotions out to me." He kissed her again and she continued to barely respond. Tears rolled down her cheeks as he opened her mouth with his. He could taste them as he kissed her cheek, felt her numbness in the way she ran a finger down his back. It fascinated him in a very sick way. Sure, he knew on a basic level what he'd done; but nothing mattered but Bianca right now. The emotions suddenly intensified as Bianca gave into her emotions, firing up. The kisses began to heat up, as did the way she touched him. N smiled and pulled back to look at her, suddenly giddy.
WACK.

He fell back slightly and stared into Bianca's furious face. She punched him again, surprising him with her power. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her down on top of him, growling as she struggled.
"You want to play rough?" he asked her, drawing blood from her wrists. She growled back at him and bit his shoulder blade as hard as she could before kicking out. She sobbed then, chest rising and falling as she failed to get away.
"Shh... I have you, darling," N told her, wiping her face. "No tears. You're safe with me... can you wait a moment? I don't want Cheren's Pokémon to see the spectacle." He remembered them with a pang and flinched, suddenly getting an idea of just how much evil he'd committed.

"Go to the garage. I'll have someone pick you all up," he thought to Cheren's Gigalith.
"Is Cheren okay?" it asked; worry clear in its voice. N winced. "We heard screaming... saw the fighting..."
"Cheren is fine," N lied, feeling extremely guilty. "He just needs medical examination. He hit his head."
"You believe him?" Unfezant asked Gigalith with horror. "He could be dead!"
"Calm down," Liepard's deep voice cut in, "and trust our kaonajimi."
"He's no kaonajimi of mine," argued nasally Unfezant.
"Mikata Unfezant, you have no trust in the trusted one. You must be ashamed," scolded the leopard. Unfezant snorted.
"Cheren never trusted him. Why should we?"
"That's enough!" barked Haxorus with a stomp of its feet. "We're dividing ourselves over what? Human affairs? That is not our way. Mikata Natural, please watch over Cheren," it added in a subdued tone. "If something were to happen to him-"
"-which probably has," Unfezant cut in, only to emit a loud squawk seconds after.
"Don't fight!" N pleaded, feeling distraught. "Stay kaonajimis!" Unfezant stopped squawking.
"Sorry," Liepard said shamefully, "we will go to the garage. Stay safe, friend."
"Thanks. You too," N said, cutting off the conversation and opening his eyes. Bianca was staring dully at him. "We're going away from here," N told her, stroking her face soothingly. "Can you pack your things?"
"I don't want to go," she mumbled. "Can I stay with you?"
"We'll be together for a time," he promised her, kissing her forehead. She nodded dumbly and allowed him to carry her into her bedroom. While she packed, N placed his head into his hand and, for the second time in under a week, sighed. He now had a lot of thinking to do in a short period of time.
What the fuck am I doing?

"I finally found her
and when I did I just couldn't make things right
Is this really happening?
Oh God I think I just ruined my life

What the fuck am I doing?
I can't tell the difference from wrong and right
I second guess my decisions
Cause I haven't been this person in my whole life."- Out of Time, A Day to Remember

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Translations (possibly loose):

Kaonajimi = friend.
Mikata = ally.