A/N: I'M SORRY RESHI'S! I didn't have internet at my new home and while everything was getting into place, I had to set up my room, get use to the new home, settle and relax into the new home, and I explored a bit of our place... Not a good idea in Texas by the way, I got bit all over the place on a foot from fucking fire ants and it hurts! But, I'm feeling much better, I'm use to the new home, and I set up my room completely and it is perfect and clean! So, it's time to get back to writing! Yahooo~!

Since my new room is bigger, heehee, I can buy posters from my favorite anime and manga! I was thinking about starting out with Junjou Romantica then Black Butler and by the way... Sebastian body pillow! I'M GETTING IT! HAHAHAHA!

I'm always putting an author note, ain't I? Sorry, I just care about all my Reshi's! Please enjoy this chapter, I put a lot of thought into it! It took me longer because I forgot what I was doing within this story so I had to reread and take notes and I rewrote this chapter so many times, I got angry but I finally did it and I hope all of you enjoy it very much!

I do not own Pokémon and if I did, Cheren would appear more and Touko should be there. I just simply own this story! Um, I really don't have much to say but Grell Sutcliff is one amazing Shinigami! I can't wait to cosplay as him~! Hey Pepper-Chan~ you should talk too! I'm bored, acting as goofy as ever and don't wanna talk... *looks away and lets Pepper in*

*Pepper1622: Ummm . . . (HeroOfReshiram, you know I'm shy! XD) Well I don't have much to say, just that I love this story! Oh, and my apologies for some editing errors in the previous chapter; I just recently learned that plural form of Pokémon's names are always supposed to be singular (ex. I said Pidoves and Purrloins, while it should always be Pidove and Purrloin regardless of if I'm talking about one or many) so I apologize for that mistake and anything else I overlooked!

Oh, and just to advertise, I am eligible as a beta-reader now, so if anyone needs editing I'd be happy to help! I have a beta-profile and everything, so you can read that and see if you'd like to request my "services" haha!*

Damn this author's note is long! Sorry, happy reading~!

Ding . . . Ding . . . Ding . . . Ding . . .

The loud bell rang, its sounds surrounding the air. The tones were soft yet powerful as each one rang around the area. Pidove flew away from the large and tall building, shocked by the sudden disturbance. White, puffy clouds rolled slowly across the sky, barely covering the blaring sun. A heard of Bouffalant ran across the hills, farmers standing up to watch the wild Pokémon. Wind blew gently through, making the branches dance on the trees and leaves fly into the sky. School doors opened to let children out for another weekend, earning shouts of glee from the kids. Some briskly walked, others rode their bikes, and a few ran. Townspeople walked out of a few buildings, getting off of work to enjoy another weekend. Some stopped to get the newly printed newspaper. The place was lively each day, no matter what the weather was.

Letting his pencil rest on the desk, the person leaned forward to watch as people walked around. Letting his fingers intertwine, he rested his chin against them. His room was quiet, with only the gentle crackles of the small fire in the fireplace causing any sound. The weather was getting colder each day, a warning of winter's coming. As his glasses reflected the light, he adjusted in his chair for a moment, dark blue eyes showing no emotion. For being the only son of royalty in his whole kingdom, he was actually glad. He knew how to rule, how to handle the kingdom's money to keep the place lively and well-fed, and how to handle tough situations. He didn't intend to have anyone else help him with such tasks. The male leaned back, eyes drifting towards a wall that was chockfull of many books about Pokémon, Unova's history, dictionaries, predictions of the future, and so many other things. Yes, instead of being a prince, he would become the ruler of this castle and all of the lands his father owned. One thing stood in his way though, just like any other prince or princess went through. What a bother—if I end up ruling in my father's place, just who would I marry? It must be a woman who has sense (obviously), a carefree personality, and someone who is strong, being able to observe tough situations and respond appropriately. Hah, am I living in a fictional world right now or reality? Geez Cheren, you have other things to do than fool around.

The male stood up, shuffling a few papers into a pile before holding them against his chest. He walked out of his study room, entering the empty hall. He was a bit confused. Where were the guards? Surely they would be in all of the rooms, or at least close to one; it was almost as if they'd vanished. He shook his head, pushing the thoughts away as he made his way down the hallway again. He was Cheren, a twenty-two-year-old prince, living in the Eastern part of Unova. He was quite an interesting person to encounter, as he usually stayed indoors most of the time. Plenty busy studying Pokémon and history in the royal library, Cheren rarely ventured outside of the castle gates. Sure, he had gone into the cities and villages of the kingdom, but that was for duties only. He didn't like fooling around like any old commoner would.

"Cheren, have you finished that contract? We need it done immediately, young master," a butler informed.

"Of course." The prince searched through the papers he held, pulled one out, and handed it to the butler. The butler smiled, grabbing it before walking away. Cheren finished up with the other papers, giving them all to his mother to set them in order. Since his duties were finished, he headed outside.

"Almost night already?" he questioned, staring up at the sky. A few stars were shining, the moon seemingly smiling. It was interesting indeed. He loved when half the sky was dark while the other half still shined with light. It was like a battle between light and darkness. Every single day they would battle—light winning in the morning, dark winning at night—creating a habit that would bring about the ritual of day and night. Such a theory seemed so complicated to explain to someone else, as most didn't share the same perspective as the studious prince.

"Ser-Serperior!"

The prince turned around, a hand pressed against his hip as he smiled at the Pokémon slithering towards him. The grass-type moved around the prince once before moving forward, turning its head to beckon the prince forward. Cheren frowned slightly, noticing his Pokémon's strange actions. Gently biting Cheren's sleeve, it tugged till he followed. As the Pokémon led him towards the forest, Cheren became a bit worried. Why would he be going into the forest?

He ducked, pushing a low hanging branch out of the way. Serperior tugged harder, turning him to the side. They both stopped, the Pokémon moving forward to search around, puzzled.

"Serperior, I'm not sure what you want," Cheren muttered, pressing his fingers against his forehead in frustration. The Pokémon looked at him for a moment, its eyes scanning the human. It perked up, hissing rather cheerfully, then dashed off. The prince stuttered the Pokémon's name, giving chase. It was rather hard to run, seeing how the forest had bumps and rocks all over. Trees grew tall and thick but the leaves were falling one by one, making it seem like it was raining; grass and the twigs crunched beneath the prince's feet. He panted, keeping his Pokémon in sight at all times. He froze, almost falling over, but caught himself against a tree. Serperior simply smiled at its master then turned his head the other way, the same way Cheren was looking.

"Touko?" the name slipped out as he laid eyes on the familiar girl. His eyes widened as he saw his friend against a tree, chin being held by a taller male. The tea-green-haired male was so close to her lips—his body lay against hers. Upon hearing her name, Touko turned her head, a blush forming on her cheeks. The grey-eyed male simply frowned, staring at the intruder.

"C-Cheren."

The moon was high in the sky while the three young adults lingered in a small room. Touko looked around nervously; N had his arms crossed as he talked with Cheren. Fire crackled and hissed, the flames dancing fiercely. Touko looked around, noticing the rather organized desk by the large window. Books obviously crowded the petite room, arranged by sections and sizes. Cheren was always one of the most structured friends she had as a child. He used to play with her and Touya in the gardens, getting lost in the maze until their mothers looked for them with the guards. The three always had gotten in trouble—Touya would lead them to the kitchen to steal candy and anything else they could get their childish hands on. Now, it seemed everyone had split: Touya ruled another kingdom with his wife, Cheren was occupied with his father's kingdom and studying, and Touko . . . well, she didn't change very much, except for falling in love and running away. Touko adjusted herself against the couch, wrapping her shoulders in the small blanket Cheren gave her. She felt like a troublemaker now.

It was earlier that morning when both Anthea and Concordia finally showed up, just before Touko's mother's guards. They barged into the house, weapons pointed at N and Touko. Shouting to surrender, Touko released Arcanine, letting the large Pokémon blow fire at them. Anthea and Concordia both ran, giving N less worries that they'd be hurt. It gave time for both to run out also, the large Pokémon growling. Out into the woods and into another world, they continued to run. Forests were always things she hated; they seemed like mazes. Once gone and out of the guards' sight, N and Touko hid themselves in a tree to rest. Being the pervert he was, N slowly started kissing her, ignoring the distant voices of people. It was then and there did Cheren find them, very shocked to see his childhood friend pinned against a tree with a stranger pressed against her. Just thinking about it made the princess blush furiously.

"Touko, you're in so much damn trouble. Why do you do things like this?" Cheren hissed, crossing his legs in frustration. N glared at him, arms slowly uncrossing. The younger male looked at him, leaning forward.

The princess turned her head to the young prince. "It's his fault for having an evil father and my mother's fault for not understanding."

"Oh, that is right; he's the only son of Ghetsis, correct? I've read a book about the Gropius family earlier actually and—"

"Cheren, do you think we can stay here for a while and think of a plan?" Touko cut off, irritated and tired. She didn't have any more nerves to listen to his talking; today was just too painful. Everything was too complicated and just too much for her to handle. That's right, they did cut me. . . . Hope N doesn't see or he'll . . .

"And get me into trouble for keeping you in hiding?" Cheren questioned. Touko looked at him, her pleading eyes staring into his. Cheren leaned back in his chair, running his hand through his long, dark hair. Then he simply stood back up, N watching with a rather amused smile. Everyone waited in silence, the childhood friends staring at each other for a long time. Cheren turned his head to the fire, frowning before shaking his head.

"Fine, you can stay as long as I don't get my head cut off. Father is out for a couple of weeks so it'll be me who knows you're staying. Keep your heads low, got it?"

Touko launched herself onto Cheren, hugging him. "Thank you, thank you so much Cheren! I love you, you stupid nerd!"

"I get it! I get it, now get off, you're ruining my new shirt!"

"Aw, you're such a girl!"

"Am not!"

They laughed, Touko hugging the male tighter. Cheren hugged back, locking eyes with N. N stood up, mouthing something. Cheren smirked, giving a simple nod in agreement.

Later that night, Cheren gave them a room, saying goodnight to both as he walked out. N closed the door, turning around to stare at the bathroom door. Even with it barely cracked, he heard the humming from the brunette. What kind of relationship did Touko and Cheren have anyway? Shoeless, he was quiet walking towards the bed, then sat on the edge. Running fingers through his bangs, N stared at the floor. He was so close, just so close to being killed. The gunshots, the yelling. People were scary.

Slowly he rocked forward and back, hands pressed against his forehead. Yelling . . . screams of pain. He remembered it all as if it was just yesterday. How Zekrom bared his fangs to Ghetsis and Reshiram, the fire surrounding the beasts and burning buildings . . .

"Daddy, please stop! You're hurting them! You're hurting them!"

"I don't fucking care about these people; I don't care at all! Cry you brat! I've never loved you."

"N-no, stop . . ." N muttered, rocking faster.

The fire howled, the wind grew fiercer as thunder roared. Lighting flashed across the sky, rain poured down.

"Stop it! Don't hurt anyone anymore! Come back home daddy, please! I love you!"

"N, is there something wrong?" a female voice questioned. He looked up, seeing Touko in a simple blue nightgown. He stared, her eyes showing nothing but love and curiosity. She was beautiful, just breathtaking to him. How could no one snatch her up sooner? Why wasn't she married yet for being her age? Being in a kingdom so rich and famous, he was surprised a prince didn't show up every single day and propose. But, she was still free. Free for him to snatch her up and love her endlessly. Touko was the thing that let his broken heart feel full. It was like all the pain and worries he had vanished when he hugged her, basking in her warmth and that smile. Her kindness and stubbornness—he loved everything about her.

"N?" she repeated. He felt her soft hand press against his face. He wrapped his arms around her instantly, pulling Touko close as he laid his head against her chest. Touko's heart quickened; her breath slightly hitched. He smiled lightly, his grip tightening. What would happen to her if I died? Would she fall in love with someone else and move on or drown herself in sorrow?

"Touko, you know I love you, right?" N whispered, looking up at her. Her eyelids drooped a bit; a smile appeared. A pale blush stained her cheeks; clearly the question embarrassed Touko. Gosh was she gorgeous. N didn't want to show her to anyone; he wanted lock her away from anyone who would touch her. He didn't want her hurt, just like he was so many years ago. If she went through pain like that, how would she handle it? How could he fix her broken heart?

"Of course, why would you think not?"

"I . . . I just wanted to hear it from you, is all," he whispered. N pushed her against the bed, lips pressed against hers, tongue entering her mouth. Touko squirmed under his weight, shocked by the sudden change in the prince. N let his fingers play with the buttons on the front of her nightgown, unbuttoning the first one, then the next, and the next, revealing more of her skin. The brunette covered her chest instinctively. Blush becoming darker, she turned her head shyly.

"N-N, we can't do it . . . what if C-Cheren comes or someone hears us?" she whispered. Touko could only shudder, feeling his tongue roughly run along her neck. He ignored the question, ignoring that name—Cheren. Wasn't that a girl's name anyway? Being childhood friends with him . . . they were close, like siblings. N didn't like that man, not one bit. What if he dared touch Touko in a way he would touch her? Opening the nightgown, he stared at the princess for a moment.

"N . . . y-you need t-to wait till we get married! Isn't that the rule?" Touko informed. He chuckled, fingertips tracing against the bare skin. They traveled across her chest, causing something to stir in the princess's stomach. Slowly he moved on top of her, slightly sitting back. His hand stopped, noticing a fresh cut against her arm. Blood stained her skin, streaks showing that it had been rubbed. Both looked at each other for a moment, him giving a small smile. She turned her head to the side, embarrassed. He leaned down, letting a strand of hair press against his lips.

"So cute . . ."

"N . . . t-the rules say we can't do it," she whispered. He moved back, looking into her eyes. What a silly girl. Her eyes were saying something so different.

"I've never heard such a thing," N lied, knowing well he actually did. But he wanted this to happen. If there was someone to steal her away from him. . . . N leaned down, bangs covering over his eyes. No. He couldn't be thinking about that right now. Touko was more important. The princess gripped his shirt tightly, gasping as he continued his loving kisses and licks. N bit down against her shoulder, lightly sucking to make a mark. His free hands roamed calmly and slowly around her stomach, sending chills along her spine.

"Ah . . ."

"I've waited long enough, Touko. I'm not patient enough to wait until marriage," he whispered. Touko clutched onto his shirt, pulling him closer as he placed small kisses along her neck, over her chin to her lips. Their breathing became quicker as time went on, skin becoming more exposed . . .

"Touko, I'll always love you. From as close to this to as far away from you, I'll love you forever and never have you out of my mind. I will stand in anyone's way just to protect you, even if it means losing my life. I want to protect the person I love most in this world—don't you ever forget it, my love. Touko, you're my treasure, my beautiful princess, my everything. If they split us apart, I will find a way to you; don't ever think about forgetting me when I'm long gone. I love you, Touko!"

A/N: Um... *looks away, blushing* I just... kinda... um... I just had to do it. For some reason I just can't leave these goddamn moments out of chapter stories! It's a habit! If you don't like it I am sorry, OK? Please, review nice reviews! Until next time, see ya'll! (^o^)/