Okie dokes, you wanted it you got it! Our trip towards the end of this story is down the Sorrow Line! I would just like to thank everyone who voted (ironically the last chapter was the one who got the most reviews. Huh.) and to TianTai, you weren't alone. I spazzed pretty hard when the SubMas special went online. Now, onwards!

1. Loss

No one had heard from White in almost a week.

She wasn't answering her XTransceiver, and all contact from the Pokemon League had been cut off. The last anyone spoke to her, White was about to begin her trek through Victory Road, but surely it didn't take five days to navigate, right?

Out of everyone in Gear Station, Cameron had it worst, his emotions running at an all time high and the lack of sleep he was getting growing more and more apparent as the days went by. It was almost frightening, seeing such a youthful man like Cameron suddenly physically age so quickly; chocolate brown hair streaked with gray, dark bags under his eyes, his posture slouched. Nobori's heart went out to the poor man, and more than once he had suggested that he go home, but Cameron always refused. Nobori could only imagine how Cameron's wife was faring in the face of their only daughter's sudden disappearance.

Six days later there still wasn't any sort of news concerning White. Elesa had told the twins anything that she knew, for the first time in years uncertainty crossing her features as said sullenly,

"I don't know what happened to White. ...I really don't..." Although the gym leader assured the two that White was still alive, if not just to calm Kudari down -Arceus, he was trying so damn hard to be optimistic, but even he had his limits.

It was the morning of the second week marking White going missing that it happened. During the previous evening someone had broken into the control room and tampered with the main control program for all of the trains, locking each and every one of them in place until someone could get through all the new firewalls that had been put up. It couldn't just end there, however -of course not. Team Plasma had marched right into the station, led by confident looking young man with long tea green hair and a triumphant look on his face, almost infuriatingly so.

"Can ve help you?" Nobori was the first to speak, casting a glance at the gathering of uniformed men and women before looking back to the young man in front of him.

"You can, actually." The young man began, taking his hands out of his pockets and cupping his hands together. "My name is N, I am here representing Team Plasma... and all of the Pokemon of the world." He swung both of his arms out on either side of him dramatically, his smile never once leaving his face. "Is what I would usually say. However, I've decided that someone else should handle the negotiations with you two; someone you may know."

"Ve don't know anyone in Team Plasma." Kudari interjected, lifting the brim of his cap lightly and scanning the group for any sign of a face that was familiar to him.

"You'd be surprised," N replied, turning around and swinging an arm out to extend to the group, "White I know you're hiding. Come out, please." Nobori visibly tensed, his fingers beginning to furl into a fist before they relaxed. He kept his expression stern as he looked towards his brother, who looked back at him with the same expression-although his eyes were clearly flashing with confusion and worry. "Stubborn as always," N sighed when no one stepped forward, walking through the crowd and weaving through it casually, the bright green of his hair standing out from the mass of gray and orange of the grunts surrounding him. "There you are." He said after a moment, before making his way back up to the front, bushy brown hair bouncing along after him.

Standing before them was none other than White, the brim of her hat pulled down to cover her eyes and her hand laying lifelessly in his. N leaned over to look at White's face, "Don't you want to talk to your friends?" He questioned, waving his free hand towards the two Subway Masters. White growled and put a hand on his shoulder, yanking her hand out of his grip,

"Not with you nearby." She hissed, pushing the taller youth away with as much force as she could manage before stepping forward, keeping her gaze down and focused on something on her left hand, her other rotating something around her ring finger over and over. White sighed and listed her gaze to meet Kudari's and Nobori's. "Um... hi?" She finally studdered out, laughing awkwardly before the sound faded away to another sigh as she tugged her brim of her hat downwards, almost pulling it off completely.

"Vhite, vhat's going on?" Kudari was the first to speak, taking a step closer to the girl and putting his hands on her shoulders firmly. "Vhy are you vith zhem?"

"I... I've come to request that you stop using the Gear Station as a battle facility..." White replied, just barely above a whisper.

"Excuse me?" White took another deep breath, pushed up the brim of her cap, looking over Kudari's shoulder and biting her lip at Nobori's shocked expression before turning back to the younger twin. "I... Whitlea Harmonia humbly request that you, Nobori and Kudari Abendroth, cease using the Gear Station as a battling facility." Another breath, "if you do not comply, action will be taken against you..."

"Harmonia..." Nobori mused before turning his attention to N-

-and his temper finally snapped. Nobori was never the type to make it obvious he was angry, never the type to growl or yell or scream in his fury. He expressed his anger calmly, just like he handled all his other emotions. He marched over to N and grabbed a fistful of his shirt, lifting so that he was eye level with the Subway Master,

"What did you force her into?" Nobori hissed, all traces of an accent gone as he glared at the younger man. Nobori didn't have a chance to get an answer out of N, since in a heart beat several Team Plasma grunt were on him, restraining his arms and trying to pry him away from their leader; not an easy task, since Nobori stood a whole head taller than several of them and probably weighed more than most of them -most of the members were in their late teens to early twenties, going on appearances.

"I didn't force her into anything," N replied calmly once Nobori had been dragged away from him, straightening his shirt. "She put her beliefs on the line -her truths verses my ideals- and she lost. Because she lost after putting so much on the line, she had to marry me and align herself with Team Plasma." He explained casually, like he was discussing something as commonplace as the weather.

"She's too young to be married!" Nobori exclaimed, lurching forward in an attempt to break free.

"Nobori..." White said softly, just loud enough that he was able to hear it. He turned to face the brunette, his rage melting away into something else as he took him her sorrowful expression.

"Miss. Vhite... please tell me he's lying..." Nobori pleaded, his voice quivering slightly under the strain of all the emotions that were storming inside him. White sighed and looked away,

"I wish I could." she said as she slid out of Kudari's grip and walked over to Nobori, standing in front of him and raising a trembling hand to cup his cheek. "Oh Arceus I wish I could..." She whispered, brushing a thumb across his skin lightly.

"That aside," N interrupted, stepping forward and wrapping an arm around White's chest, pulling her away from Nobori, "do you agree to our terms?"

"Of course ve don't!" Kudari answered, marching over to his brother's side defensively. "Ve're not doing anyzhing wrong; our Pokemon love battling here!"

"Do they really? Or are you just under the delusion that they do?"

"I've been vith my Pokemon for a very long time- Nobori has too -I zhink I vould know out of anyone here."

"If that's the case... why don't we test your convictions?" N nodded to the grunts, signaling to let Nobori go. Uncertainly they did, filing to stand protectively behind their leader. "I wanted my battle with White to be the last one I ever fought, but it seems like that won't happen," he sighed sadly. "If we win, you have to shut down the Battle Subway today. And if you win..."

"You let Miss. Vhite go." Nobori interjected. N frowned and pulled White closer to him, shaking his head back and forth.

"I can't agree to that. White is my wife, which means no one can take her away from me." He tightened his hold on White slightly. "Ever." He argued childishly. "If you win you can keep your Battle Subway for now, if not just for the fact White loves this place. Why, I have no earthly clue..." N shook his head again, letting White go to stand next to her, retrieving a Pokeball from his belt. "Is twelve on twelve okay with you two?"

"Ja. Doubles battles are vhat we're best at, right Bruder?"

"...Right..." Nobori responded half-heartedly, pulling the brim of his cap down -he didn't want to look at White's expression anymore.

2. Embrace

They lost.

It was a long, fierce battle front both sides, but in the end Kudari and Nobori lost, the weight of their defeat weighed heavily on their shoulders. This wasn't just a battle for fun; this was a battle for something that they had put their hearts souls into, and they lost. They could still be the Subway Masters but they wouldn't be the ultimate goal for the Trainers who came to the station; they would just be the one who spent all their time filling out paper work, issuing orders and addressing problems that came up. Nobori looked blankly at the Pokeball in his hand, the one containing his recently knocked out Haxorus, beside him Kudari was cradling his Galvantula, petting petting her hair and telling her that she had done her very best.

Across from them, N was lovingly petting the muzzle and head of his Zoroark, rubbing under its chin as he pressed his forehead against its. Next to him -mirroring Kudari's position on the floor- White was holding her Audino -Althea- in her lap and petting one of her ears lightly. There was a smile on her face, but it was more for the Pokemon than herself, although Arceus knew how well that was working with such a broken, empty smile on her face.

"I'll leave a group of my comrades here to make you you keep up your end of the deal." N addressed the Subway Masters looking at the twins over his shoulder, obviously much more absorbed in giving his Pokemon love and attention. "It isn't that I distrust you two, I would just prefer if I had some eyewitnesses.

"...Are you going to make us release our Pokemon now?" Kudari asked tentatively, petting Galvantula's head with a trembling hand. "Zhat's vhat Team Plasma does, ja?" N hummed in reply before returning his Zoroark to its Pokeball, curling a finger to his lip in thought.

"N, let them keep their Pokemon." White spoke up, looking at her husband -that title was so wrong- sternly. "They love their Pokemon as much as I love mine; they don't deserve to be separated."

"How can you say that? White, you should know how much they make their Pokemon fight in this," he waved a hand around the station. "Disgusting place!"

"That was their job; they couldn't have not done it!" White argued, taking Althea out of her lap and putting the pink Pokemon next to her. "Have you seen how they act with their Pokemon when they're not working? No, I don't think so -but I have!" She sighed, "at the very least, do this for me." N blinked at the brunette, staring at her for about a minutes before shaking his head with a sigh, walking over to the girl and tilting her head up.

"For you. But only because you're my friend. "

"Thank you. Before we leave can you give me a second?" N looked back to the twins then to White, uncertainty crossing his features briefly before they were evened out. "Alright, we'll be waiting outside." He lifted one of White's hands and kissed the knuckles softly before letting go and walking to the assembled grunts, who split into two perfectly orderly lines in order to let him pass before falling into file behind him. White made a face and rubbed her knuckles on her shorts and made a sound before turning to the twins, "I hate him." She stated bluntly, walking over to Kudari and Galvantula, Althea bounding behind after her. "Althea, do you have another Heal Pulse in you?" She asked, looking back to the nursing Pokemon.

"Audi!"

"Use one on Galvantula, then you can rest, okay?"

"Audino~" Althena chimed, bounding over to the arachnid Pokemon and pressing her paws to its body, taking a moment to concentrate before waves of creamy pink came from her paws spreading over Galvantula and causing the electric type to twitch her mandibles and make a small, happy clicking sound in contentment.

"Sorry, I didn't think Psychic would hit Galvantula so hard." White said lightly. Kudari shrugged lightly, giggling as Galvalntula nuzzled affectionately under his chin once Althea was finished healing her.

"It vas a battle, zhere's no need for you to apologize." He excused, pushing the Pokemon back down in his lap and lovingly saying something in German to her, which she replied with a series of happy sounding clicks.

"Vhat vill you do now?" Nobori questioned, snapping White's attention from the younger to the older twin. She frowned and looked at something on the ground next to her before standing, busying herself with straightening out her vest and brushing imaginary dust away from her arm.

"We're going to get my stuff from my room. N wants to make me as comfortable as possible since I'm going to be living with him." White snorted, "like I'd ever be comfortable in that place." She trailed off, looking back down to her left hand, her expression unreadable as she twisted something around her ring finger -her wedding ring, if she and N were to be believed. "There's a reason I kept on running away, and it wasn't because I didn't feel comfortable. I don't want to stay there." She sighed and dropped her hand, raising the other to take her hat off and ring it in between her fists. White turned her body slightly, tossing her hat behind her and onto Galvantula, Kudari picking it up and looking up at the Trainer questionably. "In any case," White began, returning Althea to her Pokeball and walking closer to Nobori, stopping just a breath away from him

"Miss. Vhite..." Nobori was cut off when he felt her arms wrap around his shoulders, the girl standing on her toes to compensate their height difference as she buried her face into his shoulder. His mind went blank for a brief moment before his arms acted on their own, wrapping around White's body tightly, feeling her trembling against him and the sound of her taking deep, shaking breaths.

It seemed those ridiculous romance novels had some truth to them, since the world around them faded and became unimportant; even the age difference that weighted so heavily on Nobori's mind didn't mean anything- it seemed like such a small thing at that moment.

However, all good things must come to an end and this was no exception to that universal law, this was made clear when Nobori felt White push against his shoulders with trembling hands.
"I should go..." she said weakly with darting eyes and licked lips. She looked up at him, taking in everything about him that she could and from her expression seemed to contemplate something. One hand rose from his shoulder to his face again, brushing a thumb against his lips lightly. White dropped her hand and stepped away from Nobori, his grip on her loosening and eventually dropping as she took more steps back. "I-I'll miss you... you guys are the best friends I could have ever asked for..." White turned away from the two, trying desperately not to break down into hysterics.

"...It's okay to cry for once, Vhite." Kudari suggested as he stood up, brushing off the back of his coat. "You can cry if you're sad..." Judging from his tone, Kudari was trying his best not to cry himself. The silence between the three was thick and heavy, and between Nobori and White three particular words were waiting to be spoken by one or the other. With a chocked back sob White ran off, darting up the stairs as fast as her legs could take her.

3. Fairytale

More then once White pondered the possibility that everything that had happened was just a dream; that she would wake up in in her sleeping bag somewhere and continue on her journey like nothing happened. The truth was never that kind, however. The fact was that White had lost to N, she had been forced to marry him, she was forced to stay in the castle until Arceus knew how long. She had tried to run away -numerous times- but each and every time N found her, he said that Zekrom and Reshiram tied them together and that they could always sense one another or some mysticism like that.

For whatever reason she wasn't allowed out of the castle very often, Anthea explained that it was because Ghetsis wanted to groom her into a proper queen for the new world; apparently queens couldn't go out and explore in Ghetsis' demented mind. Hell, the only reason she had been allowed to go with N to Gear Station was for personal reasons- the idea that having someone the Subway Masters knew ask them would more thoroughly convince them to stop using the station as a battle facility. Other than that, White was more or less stuck in the castle, N being unable to figure out why she would be upset about that fact (or he simply ignored it, reasoning that White would get used so such a sheltered life).

On the topic of N, another thing he didn't understand was why White wasn't happy. She had all of her Pokemon dolls from her home in Nimbasa City, a room that was easily the size of two of her old rooms, constant pampering and attention from Team Plasma members, and her Pokemon could play with his as much as they wanted. In N's mind, that should make anyone happy, and if White was any other kind of girl it probably would have. Other girls would have swooned into his arms at the prospect of marrying N, easily won over by his charisma and elegant way of speaking and his good looks. Other girls would have tossed aside their aspirations of being Trainers if it meant spending the rest of their lives with N. Other girls weren't Whitlea DaSilva, who saw past the charisma and good looks.

Underneath his charisma and eloquent speech patterns N was a naïve little child who knew nothing of romance (White doubted he even knew what being married fully implied). His idea of a loving relationship was cuddling up to White and occasionally telling her stories -it was cute, but that was the way a son acted towards his mother, not a husband to his wife.

N lived in a fairytale world and he had dragged White into it, it was as simple as that. Ironically, her current predicament mirrored those old fables almost perfectly: a young woman trapped in a castle and being unable to escape, there were even dragons roaming around!

Were there any fairytales where the girl had been forced to marry the Prince? Not that White knew of... the ideal fairytale -the world that N wanted to live in- had the Prince sweeping the girl away from all the wrongs of the world and into a grand castle where they would be married and have a happily ever after. White had the swept off into a castle and married parts down, but she was far from a happily ever after.

Her real Prince Charming wasn't going to come galloping up on a Rapidash to rescue her from the castle and the unwanted marriage. Her real Prince Charming was hundreds, maybe thousands of miles away and had no way of reaching the castle.

No matter how much White wanted and wished for it, her real Prince wasn't going to come and rescue her.

4. Letters to You

It was early evening, the last few rays of sunlight disappearing into the west in fading shades of dark pink and orange as the dark blue of night took over the sky. Not that Nobori was interested in the sight, since he was far too involved in writing, his pen scratching across the page with a barely audible skitching sound.

It had been four months –nearly five- since he last saw White, and for half of that time there had absolutely no word from her. Unable to reach her via XTransceiver and lacking any sort of flying type Pokemon that was large and strong enough to carry him left Nobori with no way to get in touch with her. Even if he did have a flying type strong enough to carry him all the way to the Pokemon League he would be arrested the second he set foot on the ground; it was considered illegal to use Pokemon for aerial transportation in the quickly changing Unova, but that didn't mean that bird Pokemon weren't allowed to be used as a postal service. White had taken advantage of this acceptation to the new laws Team Plasma were enforcing the minute she could, sending out letters to each and every person she knew and cared about. From that point on it because a part of Nobori's daily routine to write back to White, of course Kudari always insisted that he write letters too- even though his ability to write in English was severley lacking and they both knew it.

The hardest part, for Nobori at least, was coming up with something to write about. He couldn't write about any challengers he had on the subway anymore, or if he saw any foreign Pokemon because the Gear Station had stopped being a battle facility when Team Plasma's control over the region began. Compared to the life he used to have, just being an administrator for the facility was terribly dull (at least he didn't have to fill out insurance claims every other day) but it was tolerable none-the-less. Kudari had found a cure for his boredom in the form of Elesa, since the two of them had an on-going relationship they were just now making public (White had responded with an "I so knew it." When Nobori told her about in his last letter), and having Elesa around the house was always a joy since she was actually quite humble when out of the public eye.

Nobori tapped the point of his pen against his desk in thought, his mind drawing a complete blank on what to write next, looking down at the page it seemed wrong to just end it- there wasn't even half a page of text written down. What else was there to talk about? He had already said that there was a plan to bring back the traditional railways sometime in the future, mentioned that his and Kudari's twenty-sixth birthday was coming up –not that he needed to mention that- so what else was there…?

His thought was cut off when Kudari barged into his work room –not even bothering to knock, the nerve.

"Bruder, do you know where I put my-"

"Medicine cabinet, top shelf on the left. If not zhat, zhen check the fridge, bottom shelf on zuh door."

"Ah. Danke~" Kudari sang before striding over to his brother, peering over his shoulder to the letter he was writing. "Writing again to Vhite? Zhis is the tenth one zhis month." He mused resting his chin on top of Nobori's head.

"Is zhere something wrong with zhat?" Nobori asked, shaking his head in attempt to get Kudari's chin off; it didn't work very well, since his counterpart just replaced his chin when it got off center.

"Not at all, not at all! Just an observation." Kudari lifted his head to look back down at the page before reaching it over to snatch it off the desk and looking over it. "Not very interesting…" He noted, a small frown coming to his face. Nobori scowled and snatched the letter back, almost quickly enough to give Kudari a paper cut and set it back on the desk.

"It's not like I can write about battles anymore."

"True…" Kudari trailed off, clapping his hands together before speaking again. "Have you written anything about how you feel for Vhite?"

"Did you forget that she's married?"

"But she doesn't love that N person," Kudari argued. "She loves you, I know she does." The sound of Nobori's pen tapping on the desk before it was softly set down was the only sound that filled the room, before Nobori's deep, even breathing filled the empty air between them.

"Please leave, Kudari…" Nobori said softly, a request that his brother spent no time fulfilling as he left the room, closing the door behind him. The older put his head in his hands, running his fingers through his hair over and over, tried to swallow the lump in his throat and looked at the paper. With a trembling hand he took up his pen and began to write;

"There's not much else I can say, life has just been ordinary for Kudari and I. As usual I'm looking forward to your next letter." He paused, confirming in his mind that White didn't understand any German outside "ja" and "nein" before finishing.

"Ich Liebe dich."

Nobori looked down at what he had written, sighed, and quickly scribbled it out

5. End

Four years had gone by so fast, it seemed like only yesterday that White had confronted Nobori and Kudari about the Battle Subway- only yesterday that it was revealed that she was married to N. The only real thing he had to properly mark the passage of time were the dozens -hundreds- of letters from her that he had saved; neatly put inside boxes and put on the shelf if he ever had the sudden urge to look through them again. In all that time there always seemed to be a letter to him and Kudari from White, and seeing a Tranquill waiting outside the station every morning with a letter or two held in it's beak was as normal an occurrence as anything else.

Or at least it had been. No one had received a letter from White in days (which was odd, since she wrote almost every single day), no letter for Cameron, no letter for Nobori and Kudari; they just stopped coming one day. Nobori had reasoned that she was busy with something else- what he had no idea, based on her letters her life was pretty dull and lifeless compared to what it was.

Regardless of his growing concern Nobori continued on, making sure the subway train ran orderly and on time, keeping track of everyone's schedules, instructing the new employees on what they should do and where they should be; his job always helped take his mind off of any worries he had in the outside world. It would only be a matter of time before the letters started coming again, then his mind could be put to rest.

Oh, if only that was the case…

The news came one afternoon; Nobori and Elesa were cleaning up the remains of their lunch and talking about this and that while Kudari was reclined on the couch in the den, flipping through television channels in an attempt to find something to watch on an otherwise dull Sunday. Elesa had just finished talking about Burgh's most recent escapades into the world of interior design when Kudari called for both of them as loud as he could, the two exchanging a glance before dropping whatever it was they were holding and rushing into the den.

"Kudari, what's wrong?" Elesa asked urgently, as soon as she was in earshot of the younger twin. Kudari only looked up at his brother and lover over his shoulder, wide-eyed and looking about ready to cry as he wordlessly pointed to the television screen. A news report was currently being displayed, and Kudari turned up the volume as he turned his head back to the screen.

"Ghetsis Harmonia, father to N and Father-in-law to Whitlea was gracious enough to say a few words to the press even after such a tragic event," The news anchor said evenly, taking a short breath before speaking, a typed-out quote –obviously by this Ghetsis person- appearing on screen, "The sudden death of my only son and daughter, the latter not even reaching her twenty-first birthday, is indeed a tragedy. Not just for myself, but for my fellow members of Team Plasma, Whitlea's family, and the Pokemon that both N and Whitlea raised with such loving care. In spite of this however, I have taken it upon myself to continue governing over Unova and enforcing the laws that the two of them established. I know that is what they would both want."

The rest of the report faded into nothing, became meaningless. Elesa stood there for about a minute, eyes wide and hand over her mouth before she finally sounded the couch, silently whispering something to Kudari before he pulled her into an embrace, sobbing quietly into her shoulder, asking the same thing over and over in between his muffled sobs.

"Vhy? She didn't do anything… So… vhy…?"

Nobori had since fallen to his knees, his legs no longer having the strength to support his body as he gripped the back of the couch like it was a lifeline, his body trembling and an un-swallowable lump collecting in his throat.
He hadn't shed a tear when their mother died. He hadn't felt even the slightest bit upset when their father ran out on them out of grief. He was supposed to be the big brother, the pillar of strength, the person that Kudari could always go to whenever he was scared or lonely or upset. He wasn't supposed to cry…

A beautiful, precious, irreplaceable part of his world had been lost like someone had blown out the flame of a candle. His precious, adorable, eccentric, loving, compassionate White was gone… she wasn't ever going to burst in through the break room door at the station or grab Nobori's hand and drag him along somewhere ever again. She would never laugh again, she would never smile again, he would never hear her voice again.

All previous ideas of being the "strong one" shattered like thin glass, the metaphorical shards cutting Nobori's heart and making each beat sting with pain.

He screamed.

6. Farewell

It was a small funeral progression; small and formal -White never did like big get togethers. Ghetsis had offered his condolences to Cameron and Rochelle -his wife- and invited them to her funeral, along with Nobori and Kudari. White was going to be buried separate from N out of respect for her -or so Ghetsis claimed- since the "Queen" of Team Plasma had never grown very fond of N, even after being married to him for four years.

Nobori only half listened to the preach give the generic speech: that Whitlea (she preferred to be called White) was in a better place now, that she was in a place where she would be eternally happy. That Whitlea was a strong, loving, dedicated young woman who made such a large impact on Unova in her short life. What did some nameless man within Team Plasma's ranks know about White? He didn't know that her favorite color was dark green. He didn't know that she was afraid of flying on bird Pokemon. He didn't know her dreams, her aspersions, her reasons for leaving on her journey in the first place. He didn't know what made her happy, what made her upset. He didn't know a damn thing about White.

In the front row Nobori could hear Rochelle burst out into tears, screaming White's name and begging her to come back ("Please. Please baby... just come back... please..."). He could feel Kudari's concerned gaze sometimes slide over to him, probably wondering why Nobori was dry-eyed despite the fact that he had cried until his body couldn't spare any more liquid and the inside of his throat was raw when he first heard the news.

Honestly, Nobori didn't think he had anymore tears to shed and didn't feel anything. Unless you could count numbness as a proper feeling.

At the end of the nameless man's speech,a bouqet of fresh white roses placed inside the casket before it was closed (her favorite flowers were edelweiss and Arabian jasmines. Moron) and lowered into the ground -Rochelle's cries reduced to weak, pathetic little hiccups- and Beside him Kudari had started crying again, wrapping his arms around Nobori and sobbing into his shoulder. Nobori still didn't say a word, only putting a hand on his younger brother's head and petting his hair soothingly.

Finally the casket was buried, the members of Team Plasma had long since left and Cameron was guiding Rochelle away from the new grave carefully after they had spent nearly an hour mourning over their dead child.

The gravestone read: "Whitlea Hilda Harmonia," Nobori frowned when he read the name that had been carefully carved into the smooth stone. Her name wasn't Whitlea Harmonia, it was White DaSilva, why couldn't they get that right? He looked up towards the sky, it was a perfect cloudless blue. Normal for a Unovan summer but so unfitting for such an event. Granted Nobori would have thought it horribly cliche if it had been cloudy and raining during the progression, but even the smallest traces of clouds would have sufficed.

Nobori lost track of the amount of time he and Kudari spent in the cemetery, what he did know was that at one point during the time his brother had stepped away, allowing Nobori some alone time with the grave. He didn't say any touching words, didn't voice any regrets he had in not telling White how he felt while he still had the chance. What would be the point of that? White couldn't hear him; she was six feet under him now and he didn't believe in the idea that ghosts hovered around their graves for a while before moving on to the next life. Nobori wasn't a religious man either, so he didn't even humor the idea that White was looking down on him from somewhere up in the sky.

When the early evening had descended, his suit dampened by the moist grass Nobori finally stood from his sitting position, wincing slightly as the muscles in his legs were suddenly forced to wake up. He looked down at the (wrongly) marked gravestone one last time before speaking for the first time in days.

"Farewell... Vhite." Short, curt, polite, controlled. The way he always had been. He had already lost his composure once before, it wouldn't do his throat -or his emotional health- to break down again. Nobori took a moment to straighten himself out, tugging the wrinkles out of his suit jacket and running a hand over his hair in an attempt to preserve the swept-back style. With one last adjustment of his tie he turned and left the grave behind, not once looking back at it.

A White-married-N fic where she ISN'T completely and totally willing to throw away her aspirations for being a Trainer, her family, friends, doesn't care that she's underage, doesn't act like Bella Swan AND openly shows a dislike for N?

I should get a medal.

Anyway, -brushes off the angst hammer and rests it on her shoulder- how was that, sad enough for you all? I think I spent longer on this chapter than some of my others -which would explain the wall of text that the first two moments are.

And now for a explanation
Some of you might be wondering why N and White died, rest assured that it isn't just to crush Nobori's heart under the weight of the angst hammer... mostly. I don't kill main characters for no reason. So here's the thing
By the time "End" rolls around the entirety of Unova has changed; Pokemon battling is like real life cock fights and dog fights: very underground and very illegal.

For the most part, Team Plasma -namely N and White- have taken over governing the region and making the laws, people are still allowed to keep Pokemon as pets but the capturing and distributing of Pokemon without a special license is punishable by law- as is Pokemon Training. The Unovan Pokemon League has been abolished and there are no Pokemon gyms anymore. it's basically become about as close to real life as an area in the Pokemon world will get.

Now, Ghetsis' plan from the beginning was to have N and Team Plasma "liberate" Pokemon from Trainers, abolish the Gyms, the League and any sort of other battling facility inbetween so that he could swoop in and take over the region, eventually spreading to take over the world. Since Unova in "End" has reached that state, Ghetsis disposed of White and N because he didn't need them anymore (killing White was also probably an act to get sympathy).
It's cruel, it's under-handed, but you have to remember that Dennis, I mean, Ghetsis is a giant son of a bitch.
/end long explanation.