N searched desperately for something. The legend of the twin dragons had told him that the dark stone resided in the Relic Castle, but it wasn't there. If he was going so suppress this rebellion, and save his friends, he needed to find it. He would start to search in Narcerene city.
Touko's Perspective:
I stretched my long pale arms, my brown again hair sticking out at messy disjointed angles all over my scalp. I yawn, get up, and totter through the rubble and wreckage of the museum, to retrieve my hair brush and run it quickly through my thick curly hair. I use my only hair-tie to fix my hair in a long messy side braid.
I look at the decrepit former museum we reside in, and sigh, remembering the spot I found the Dark Stone. I feel it in my bag, the stone now weighing a thousand pounds. I pull it out of my bag, and examine it in my hands, my smooth skin feeling every bump and crease in its surface. I feel the triangular black notches in its dark onyx surface, wishing the Pokemon that resides in it to appear. What if Zekrom doesn't acknowlegde me? What if this has all been for naught? What if I'm leading everyone on a suicide mission?
"Please recognize me as a hero." I whisper to the stone.
I return the stone to its position in my bag, grab my Pokeballs, and decide to poke my head outside for fresh air. I grab my now ratty sweat shirt, and notice the numerous holes in it. The Team Plasma logo has almost faded out now, and it looks like a plain grey hoodie. It does need a patch though, so I sift through the rubble to find any kind of fabric. I find a small swatch of red and white fabric, along with some black cord. I pull a small piece of metal out of the piles of wreckage, and I file it until it's sharp. I tie the black cord to the metal, and attempt to sew a patch over my hoodie. I end up with a semi-circular red white object that kind of reminds me of a Pokeball. I se a line of black thread down the middle, and finish the resemblance. Well, it'll do. I toss my hoodie over my pajama shirt, and step outside. I immediately notice a green-haired teen peeking out from behind a tree, looking at my half open bag, the Dark Stone sticking out at the top. Oh, crap. I instantaneously identify him as N, the new king of Team Plasma. His eyes wander from my bag up the rest of my body to my face, and his appearance changes from, 'Traitor! You have something I want, and I will arrest you to get it.' to 'Wow. Pretty girl...' In a trance he walks out from behind the tree and stands in-front of me expectantly. He's probably waiting for me to bow down to him, but I just don't do those things. He walks up to me and stares at me puzzled.
"You look...different." He says, stroking my side braid. "I've only seen you in a picture you had blond hair. But you look different now."
"No shit, Sherlock." I say loudly, backing away, hoping for someone to hear me, and come back me up. Touya hears my call, and saunters out, his eyes narrow at the sight of N. "It's because I'm not a Sitrus berry blond! Wait, what do you mean you only saw me in a picture? Stalker much?"
The look on N's face says he doesn't understand anything that I've just said to him.
"Ah, leave him alone Touko. The ignoramus doesn't understand you anyway." Touya says, uncharacteristically vicious.
N's eyes narrow, and even though he can't understand what Touya said, he can tell it's not polite.
"Douche-bag," N mutters.
"Dick," Touya responds.
"Asshole," is N's retort.
"You are a bastard." Touya hisses.
N look puzzled, out of insults. He obviously didn't grow up in an environment where people dissed each other, much less him, the king. His eyes light up, and he replies,
"No shit, Sherlock." To Touya.
I crack up laughing. He just insulted himself! Touya spontaneously laughs too, and N just glares at Touya, looking all love-struck.
N comes over to me, and puts his hand on my bag, trying to pull out the Dark Stone. I slap his hand away, and he pulls it back quickly, rubbing the sting away.
"Tsk tsk. Did no one teach you any manners? You don't just root through someone's purse, and take what you want. You have to ask." I say sternly.
N glares at Touya and I, he's obviously never had to ask for anything before, because he says in a measured voice,
"First of all, you will address me as king N. Secondly, hand over the Dark Stone."
"No." I smirk.
"Look," N says, switching into hitting-on-me mode, "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, and it would be a shame to arrest you, however, if you'd hand me the Dark Stone, maybe I didn't see you-"
I cut him off with my retort. "You want the Dark Stone?"
He nods eagerly, and steps forwards.
"Then come and get it." I cry, plunging my hand into my bag and I pull out Servine's Pokeball. I release him, and the battle begins."
"Leaf tornado, Servine!" I cry as the attack hits home on N's Liepard, causing a one-hit Knock out. He pulls out his second of three Pokemon, and the battle really begins. N has thrown a Tornadus. I battle his Pokemon as hard as I can using my greatest attacks like Slam and Leaf Tornado, but they have very little effect. I switch to my Thundrus, and N gasps in shock as I take out his Tornadus with one blow. N throws another legendary, and this one is a Victini. Crap. Another type advantage. I keep my Thundrus battling, and I have to fight extra hard to win. Victini finally falls, and I cry out happily, praising Thundrus, before returning him to his Pokeball. Then N sighs, and looks ant me with my iron will.
"I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice. I will use force to obtain that stone if I must."
N charges at me, and I simply stick my fist in his stomach. He doubles over, and I toss him over my shoulder. I pull my pepper spray out of my bag, and spray him in the eyes for good measure. (My pepper spray has really come in handy.) I pull his purse, oops, man-satchel, off his shoulder, and pull out his Pokeballs. I let Liepard free, and put the Pokeballs for Victini and Tornadus in my bag. I also take out the ten un-used Pokeballs and toss the bag next to him.
"You didn't need those, did you?" I ask, smirking.
I whirl around and dash into the old museum, shaking my friends awake.
"Guys, we have an hours tops to get out of here before Team Plasma shows up!" I scream, snapping them all into action. They all pack up quicker than a flash, and we dash outside. I see N reaching for his radio, but I pluck it out of his hand and smash it on the floor.
"See you later, Plasma King. Much later." I tell him before dashing off to join my group.