Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. That right belongs to Nintendo.

A/N: Yeah, I know the last chapter was abnormally short. But don't worry, this story will still continue regardless. Although I wish I had updated more. Anyway, this is the final chapter of History.

A/N: I decided to involve more history about Unova that is fanon.

A/N: You know the drill. Constructive criticism and feedback. No flaming will be tolerated.

A/N: There's a Ferriswheelshipping moment in this chapter! Yay!

N's PoV.

Bianca, Black and I were seated in the library, Black leaning casually in his chair, ruffling his hair. As if it needed to be wilder. In my honest opinion, his hair was reminiscent of a Patrat's nest.

For some odd reason, I wasn't in the mood to sleep. Apparently, neither were Bianca and unfortunately, the ever irksome Black. Right now, his devilish grin was annoying, distracting. And so was his presence. I had a suspicion he was here to get underneath my skin.

On an unrelated subject to Black, I was struck with an idea to peruse the volumes again. Originally, I had desired to search through the books alone, enjoying the quietness and the feeling of being alone. But either by chance or fate, Black and Bianca had followed me into the library with intentions not concerning the God, Void and Nameless Stones.

At the moment, I was reading a passage in a thick flame red book called, Pre-Unova.

The book was rather new, for the illustrations of Reshiram and Zekrom were colored vividly, appearing as clear as day. The fancy and elegant script tucked beneath the illustration read:

The Houses of Berlitz, Levesque and Parthenos, descendants of the twins White and Black, are much more than the guardians of the Nameless, Void and God Stones rumored to seal so many evils and secrets. They are the lost heirs to Mikaya, an ancient, wealthy war province home to the di Mikaya royal family, of which White and Black were part of, although their parents Supreme King Greyson and Supreme Queen Nikoletta ruled at that time.

Approximately twenty five hundred years ago, a meteorite struck Mikaya, bringing both an entity and a plague that took the lives of so many, including the beloved Supreme Sovereigns, but not their sons. The entity apparently healed the land of disease and despair. But without a king, White and Black were left to co-rule, save Black and White fought over their ideas, not only splitting the entity into two, but the long-united province of Mikaya into two warring nations: Yune and Ohvah.

In ancient times, Mikaya's capital was Valore - with the only traces of civilization left being Dragonspiral Tower. But when Mikaya split, Black moved half of his people to the lost city Masumin - with the Giant Chasm, Abundant Shrine and sunken Abyssal Ruins said to be part of Masumin. White steered his followers to -

"DID YOU HEAR ME?" Bianca shrieked.

I flinched in my seat, accidentally jamming my elbow against the edge of the table. A brief, mild pang of pain flowed through the area before ebbing away. As soon as I regained composure, I brought my head up, gazing at an agitated Bianca, who had her palms pressed against the table.

"Heard what?" I responded lightly, raising my eyebrows.

Bianca's face glowed red. Then, she curled her hands into fists. Taking a deep breath, she said, "Why did you kiss White, N?" Her voice was burning with curiosity and longing, with a hint of irritation.

I blushed ruby red, remembering the sudden impulse and desire to kiss White on the crown of her head, and the way I had bent forward and planted that chaste, tender kiss meaningfully. "Kiss?" I repeated hollowly, wondering where Bianca was headed with this conversation.

"No, you kissed Black," said Bianca sarcastically.

Abruptly, I flared up at the name. Black must've been feeling the same way about Bianca's sarcastic remark because he brought his chair to its original stance, rested his elbow against the table and glowered at Bianca, repulsion spelled out on his face. He opened his mouth and mocked vomiting.

"Bianca," I said disbelievingly. "That's out of character for you to be saying that!" I absently twirled my finger through my hair, trying to curl it. It would be sad if Bianca is channeling White's spirit, I was thinking. White would probably say something such as that. But maybe I don't know Bianca as well as I think I do. That further proves my point that I can't relate to humans.

"Maybe you were too blind to see she had a dark side, N," teased Black. "But for once, I agree with you: Bianca, you're not ruining my sexual orientation. I like my romantic interests fiery and spicy." He smiled at that.

"I can see perfectly," I retorted. "And -"

Bianca slammed her fists atop the table, glaring at me with such intensity I almost cowered. Black, who was about to make a snide comment, backed down. Underneath his breath, I could've sworn I heard him say something about hell having no fury like a woman's scorn.

"Black and N," she began heatedly, "I was being sarcastic, for heaven's sake!" She stomped her foot on the carpet, although the sound was muffled.

"I thought your friends were the sarcastic ones," I said impetuously.

Bianca drew her fists from the table, crossing her arms over her torso. She rolled her eyes, her countenance irked. For as long as I'd known Bianca, I'd never guessed she could lose her temper. "I wonder why everyone thinks that!" she said shrilly. "I have traits of White and Cheren, okay? I can be just as sarcastic as them." Unfolding her arms, she sighed.

Black grasped her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. "My fair maiden," he said softly, "it doesn't befit you to be so worked up about N. The best solution is for me to accompany you to your -"

Bianca ripped her hand free from his, albeit her cheeks were glowing pink. "I appreciate the kind offer," she said honestly, "but I want to talk to N at the moment."

While they were either calmly talking or bickering, I delved into the tome again, hungrily searching for key information that might benefit us in the long run. But Bianca had successfully managed to lead me astray from the passage I was pouring over. I wanted to reproach her, but decided against it. Bianca shouldn't be reproached by me for that.

Just then, Black placed his feet atop the table, leaning leisurely against the comfy chair, messing up his unruly mane before plopping the cap upon his chocolaty halo. "This is the perfect place to crash out," he said loudly, grinning from ear-to-ear.

As I turned the page, Black's shoe grazed against the spine, making the book slide a few inches. I snapped my head up, narrowing my eyes. "You did that on purpose," I snapped.

Black looked questioningly at me before glancing at Bianca, clueless as usual. She pursed her lips before shooting her hand toward my open book, snatching it unexpectedly from my grasp. "Why are you reading when I'm trying to have a conversation with you?" she said in a livid tone.

"You're talking to me when I am reading," I returned.

Black pried the tome from Bianca, opening it with one hand. Furrowing his eyebrows, he scrutinized the letters voraciously. Or were his eyes becoming glazed? After a pregnant pause, Black slammed the book shut with both his hands, stroking the thick spine with one spidery finger. "Bookworm," he muttered.

"Black," began Bianca tentatively, "no offense, but I want an ABC conversation with N if you don't mind."

Black smiled toothily, winking at Bianca whilst sticking his tongue at me. "Sure," he agreed. "That means I can bother -"

Before I knew it, I got out of my chair and lurched forward, lunging at Black, grabbing hold of his collar. "You're not going anywhere," I said between clenched teeth, shaking uncontrollably. Just peering at his face made me want to rearrange it into something less heavenly. Why in the world did he make me feel so irritated and furious, especially when it came to White?

Bianca clapped her hand over mine, staring at me with her crystalline blue eyes - innocent but fierce. The aura coming off her was intense, powerful. As if she expected to be obeyed without question. "Don't you see the problem, N?" she said cautiously. "Black's getting under your skin and clouding your judgment." Was it just me or did she shoot a disapproving glance at Black?

"Whatever you have to say, Bianca," said Black smoothly, "you can say in front of me." He batted his lashes in a mesmerizing way, causing Bianca to gasp for breath. "We're on the same side, remember?"

I tightened my grip on Black's collar, Black shockingly showing no signs of fear or uneasiness. Instead, he kept a calm, collected expression upon his face, with an impish smile to match. "My, my, my," said Black conversationally. "You really do hate me, Natural Harmonia Gropius." He seemed amused by the fact. "You know you want to punch me, so do it."

"Black!" Bianca chided. "Stop torturing N. He's a dear friend of White. And so are you. I hate seeing you two at odds this way. And if my best friend were here, she'd say the same thing."

Black sneered. "So, White thinks N is a saint now, huh? Trust me, his past defines who he -"

On whim, I balled my hand into a fist and struck Black straight in the face, hitting the bridge of his nose. As Black staggered back, I felt a whole bunch of guilt for giving into my anger and frustration.

Bianca, however, was furious with both Black and I. "N," she said angrily. "You shouldn't have done that!" Her face was twisted with cold fury, her eyes blazing with disappointment.

"Well, he shouldn't be so judgmental!" I defended myself.

A river of blood trickled from Black's nostril, the brunette looking at me pointedly, his facial expression murderous. As fast as thought, he made an obscene gesture toward me. Then, he flung the volume at my face.

"STOP IT, BLACK!" Bianca bellowed, using her purse as a shield in order to defend me. Unfortunately, Bianca felt the blow, for her knees buckled, causing her to collapse to the ground.

Worriedly, I ambled over, squatting down next to the fallen form of Bianca, the book squeezed between floor and purse. "Why did you do that?" I moaned, secretly touched Bianca would intervene for my sake. I'm going to kill you, Black, I promised mentally.

"Because I hate fighting," she said weakly. "And N, you're just as much as a friend to me as you are to White. I trust her judgment so . . . ." She winced a little.

"Can you get up?" My voice rose several octaves.

Before Bianca could answer, I faintly heard footsteps coming this way. Only, who would roam the house this late at night? Unthinkingly, I shot a death glare at Black, mouthing, "This all is your fault." Then, I swept Bianca, purse and book into my arms. God, she was heavier than I'd anticipated.

Chapter 25: Realization

N's PoV.

I wheeled around, silently walking to the closest table, with four comfy chairs pushed in. Looking down at Bianca, I said firmly, "Can you crawl?" The footsteps were growing louder.

I heard a muffled sound behind me, and I deduced it to be Black. Upon thinking his name, I felt my blood churn and turn icy cold. Colder than ice. I'd felt hot, scorching fury for him, enough to conflagrate my blood. But this was different. "Go away," I mumbled.

"Where's the fun in that?" Black muttered. "Honestly, N, you're no fun at all."

For a split second, I decided to ignore him. While we were still under the cloak of shadows, I examined Bianca, checking for any signs of injury.

"Whoever thought you had a soft side?" Bianca teased.

I almost smiled at that. But instead of responding, I asked gently, "Can you stand?"

Bianca jumped out of my loose embrace, plucking her purse from my arm and slinging it over her shoulder. A part of me dimly wondered whether she truly needed the purse or not. I saw no reason for her to require it at the minute since she was dressed for bed.

The blonde strode over to the table, crouching over, plopped down on the floor and slithered underneath the table as if she were a snake in the grass. Sighing in relief, I made to go next, but Black cut in front of me, gloating. One of these days, I'm going to kill him! I vowed.

Black gave me the thumbs-up, causing me to fume. For a fleeting second, my vexed disposition was all I could reflect on. Until I heard the footsteps echo throughout the library. Reflexively, I landed on my stomach, crawling meticulously and inaudibly into the sliver the chairs created. After squeezing myself inside, I found out I could move freely, meaning I didn't have to be crowded against Black.

"You two okay?" Black said quietly, although he was evidently addressing Bianca.

"Yes," Bianca and I said simultaneously.

Though it was gloomy underneath the table, I had no problem envisioning Black wearing a scowl in my mind's eye. "I was talking to Bianca, but I guess I'm glad you're fine, too." His voice was void of friendliness.

Bianca made a strangling sound. "This is so not the night I had in mind," she sighed.

I nodded, forgetting neither of them could see me in the darkness. "And here I was, thinking I could find out more information about the God, Void and Nameless Stones."

Black made a noise that might've been a laugh had he not turned it into a cough at the last possible second. "Those stones don't exist," he said solemnly. "Only the Light and Dark Stones exist."

"But the Light Stone is Reshiram," Bianca told him, "and White is partners with Reshiram."

"The Dark Stone's now my Zekrom," I informed Black. "Brush up on your history facts!"

Suddenly, there was earsplitting screeching whilst a couple of chairs were being pulled away from the table we had just abandoned. Looking at Bianca and Black, I asked, "Who'll take first watch?"

"I will," Black volunteered.

Bianca sighed. "I would usually draw straws," said Bianca morosely, "but how about we play a quick game of paper-rock-scissors?"

"What's that?" I asked while Black said, "Great idea. Except N's not smart enough to play and we can barely see each other."

I threw daggers at Black, feeling rather murderous toward him. In fact, I wouldn't mind punching him again. Then, guilt flooded through me, along with a voice persistently telling me that that was amoral, against my beliefs. "How's your nose feeling?" I asked coolly.

Black chortled. "I've had worse injuries. Next time, please hire a Hitmonchan so it could teach you how to throw a few punches. Bianca, M, how about we pick a number between 1 and 10?"

"Good plan," said Bianca approvingly whereas I said hotly, "You'll cheat."

Black's eyes gleamed in the gloom. "If you have any other suggestions, feel free to lay them out on the table. No pun intended. Or was it intended? Oh my, I think I do have a way with words you don't, my friend." He was focusing on me while he was speaking.

Now I was starting to think that perhaps Black really got a kick out of hearing himself talk. He certainly did have a way with words, and that way was really vexing. "I'm not your friend," I whispered.

All of a sudden, a faint flickering light appeared before me, illuminating slivers of Bianca's and Black's faces. Bianca was alarmed by the sudden shaft of light whereas Black appeared unperturbed. As luck would have it, Black was holding a slim redwood-hued lighter in his hand skyward, the top alit with a weakly dancing flare.

Black smirked in the dim light. "Oh my, and here I was, thinking you'd be the last person to whisper sweet nothings in my presence." Adjusting his blazer, he continued haughtily, "I'm starting to sound rather full of myself, aren't I?"

Bianca huffed, "What does Platina see in you, anyway?"

Good question, Bianca, I privately agreed with her. Then again, we might as well play Black's stupid game! "I choose 2," I said with absolute conviction.

"10," was Bianca's response, "and why didn't you light that lighter when we snuck into the shadows right away, Black?"

"The time wasn't right," was all Black said. "Unfortunately, N and I are tied." He sounded quite disappointed at the turn of events, which was shocking.

"I'd expected a bigger reaction out of you," I accused the brunette.

Black laced his fingers around the stick, taking utmost care not to immerse his finger into the small flame. "Such as?" he asked, obviously disinterested.

"Maybe fury or delight," I suggested.

Black chuckled softly, his smirk melting into a grin. "I wouldn't waste either of those emotions on you," he said frankly. Or as frankly as Black was willing to go. "Let's cut to the chase and decide which one of us will eavesdrop on -"

"Is that Drayden and Platina?" Bianca said aloud, causing Black and I to start.

Black and I craned our necks, recognizing the Opelucid Gym Leader, with his chalky white pointed beard and matching mane, facing an almost-replica of White in the flesh, save her eyes were a violent shade of gray and her flowing mane jet-black. Her skin color reminded me of magnolia flower petals.

Platina stared at Drayden, saying, "Red has told you all he knows?"

Drayden nodded. "About what he discovered . . . we need to talk about that."

White's PoV.

Leaning against the door was Red, raising his eyebrows quizzically.

Instantly, I realized the seriousness of the situation. Cheren and I were in a dark room without supervision. But Cheren and I didn't like each other in that way. "Red, it's not what it looks like!" I waved my hands erratically, flinching from the stern stare the man fixated on me.

His eyes were reminiscent of flames. They did have a ember inside them, blazing with disapproval and fury. I'm not that kind of girl! I thought, exasperated.

Red stepped foot into the room, frowning. "White, just you wait," he warned me.

I took a step back, unable to believe that Red wasn't allowing me to have any room for explanation. "Please, just hear me out!" I pleaded.

There was warmth as Cheren turned the light on. From behind me, I heard him say, "Sir, your daughter and I were having a heart-to-heart talk, that's all!"

Red rounded on Cheren, narrowing his eyes. I didn't need to look behind me to know Cheren was meeting those eyes with a piercing gaze of his own. "A likely story!" he scoffed.

I heard the bed groan, and guessed Cheren was getting onto his feet. As I wheeled around, I noticed Cheren approaching us, glancing at Red with disbelief. "With all due respect, Mr. Electra," Cheren said politely, "what do you think happened?"

I threw a disbelieving look at Cheren, who ignored me. He was too busy focusing on Red to pay me any heed. Turning on my heel, I saw Red's face turning redder than lava, the aura around him protective.

All of a sudden, I felt embarrassed, wanting nothing more than to sink into the carpet and die of shame. How can he embarrass me like this? I thought, dismayed.

Red gestured towards the sloppily made-up bed. "Cheren Kurosaki, the door was closed! The lights were off!" He looked at Cheren as if he were a week-old burrito. "And your bed's all messed up."

Immediately, Cheren and I bristled. I couldn't believe that Red was thinking Cheren and I were . . . were . . . Ugh! I didn't even want to think about that! "Red," I said carefully, "what kind of teenager do you take me to be?"

Red darted his eyes to me. "You're my little -"

I shook my head, feeling a whirlwind of emotion consisting of chagrin, bitterness, disappointment and dejection swirling inside me at the speed of light. "I'm the Pokemon Champion of Unova," I corrected. "Please stop acting as if you're the Father of the Year, Red! It's annoying and infuriating!"

"When are you going to accept me?" Red wondered.

Cheren stepped between us then, looking from Red to me. "You have this all wrong," he said grimly.

"You wait until I tell your parents," Red hissed.

"Sir," Cheren insisted, "your daughter's a dear friend. I would never, ever -"

I bit my lip. "I love Cheren as if he were my brother!" I cried. "Even ask Mother. She'd agree with me!" I was so upset that I had forgotten I wasn't speaking to Mother at the moment.

Cheren's glasses flashed. "I can't believe you'd argue in here," he told Red. "I don't need to convince you of my innocence, Mr. Electra. This is all a misunderstanding!"

Red eyed Cheren, then the bed. Finally, he looked at me. His mouth made a comical O. Taking a deep breath, he observed, "You don't look as if -"

I let loose a strangled noise. "How can you embarrass me in front of my friend, Red?" I said shrilly. "HOW CAN YOU?" I can't believe he would think I'm that kind of girl, I thought miserably.

Red wore an apologetic expression. He made to open his mouth, although I was too angry and humiliated to even hear his apology. Tears flowed down my face as I swiveled around and stormed out of Cheren's room, hearing Red's and Cheren's voices call out my name.

I started to march to my room, reflecting on Red's attitude. I knew I was around that age where hormones kicked in and teenagers acted on impulse, surrendering to its intoxicating power. But even though I was going through that as well, I wouldn't give up my virtue until marriage or I found somebody special. His reaction was understandable, but it still made me upset.

As I neared the end of the hallway, I heard footsteps bounding up the stairs along with a voice I recognized as Bianca's.

"- don't kiss friends on the forehead," she said smartly.

Immediately, my mind dragged N's image into being. His lips were pressing against my forehead. They were soft, virgin. But when I stared into his pools of sparkling emeralds, they were glowing, radiating warmth that bathed my soul. Also, the warm, fuzzy feeling I had felt then became much more pronounced now.

"Would you please drop it?" N said quietly.

"This romance talk is making me sick to my stomach," Black grunted.

"We're talking of friendship," N addressed Black vehemently. "You know, if it weren't for your loud mouth, we would've been able to overhear what Platina and Drayden were saying."

"'We would've been able to overhear what Platina and Drayden were saying,'" Black mimicked N's voice uncannily. "Bianca was the one who gave us away."

"By accident!" she cried.

There was a shout of laughter from N. "Well, you should've turned off the lighter when you had the chance," he shot at Black.

"I needed it to see," Black retorted. "Do you enjoy arguing with me or not?"

"I can ask you the same thing," N snarled.

"Whatever," Black said flatly.

There were footsteps heading in the opposite direction, making me wonder who it was. In fact, I was wondering whether or not N, Black or Bianca decided to leave. My question was answered when N said gruffly, "Thank God he's gone."

Bianca made a tutting noise. "Both of you are to blame here," she said sternly. "N, do you know why Black's arguing with you?"

N said nothing for a while. Then, he said slowly, "Black's a lot like Cheren. Neither of them like me, and I can hardly blame them." He laughed a hard laugh. "After all, I'm the enemy."

"No, N," said Bianca firmly. "Both of you like White."

N said, "Of course I like White. She's my friend!"

"No," Bianca said, irritated. "You like her as more than a friend."

I opened my mouth. Then shut it. My mind was frozen, save a single sentence replayed over and over in my mind. Was Bianca saying to N that he liked me romantically? How could that be? And what was even worse, I'd eavesdropped on the conversation knowingly.

Turning around, I viewed my door, already ajar. In the distance, I heard N and Bianca engaging in conversation again. But whatever they had to say, I had no right to hear it. First, Red jumped to conclusions about Cheren and I. Then, I overheard Bianca's observation about N harboring special feelings for me.

Silently, I shut the door and collapsed onto the ground, my hair flowing over my face. No, I had to have misheard Bianca and N. Maybe I was having a dream. There was no way N loved me romantically. If you heard wrong, said a voice in my head, why are you still thinking about it?

Why was I thinking about it? Sure, N made me happy. He had seen me smile, laugh and cry. And he accepted me all the same. N was just as good as a friend to me as Cheren and Bianca were. I hardly knew Black, but there was a weird connection between us. I thought of it as a wildfire blazing out of control. However, my feelings for Cheren were similar to Bianca's. He was family to me.

Then, there was N. I decided to compare my previous romantic feelings for Cheren to what I felt for N. When I liked Cheren, I felt giddy, shy and nervous. I was always self-conscious about what I was about to say. Even though my feelings had long since died, I still felt self-conscious around Cheren.

Before I could move on to analyzing my feelings for N, my X-Transceiver rang. I jumped to my feet, rushing over to the dresser where it was laying on. When I scooped it up, I answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey," came Cheren's voice.

"Hey, Cheren!" I greeted him. "How are you?"

There was a sigh from the other end. "Annoyed," said Cheren honestly. "Your dad was flipping out until your mom came in."

"What did Mother do?" I asked carefully.

"She listened to me," returned Cheren calmly, "and knew all along that we weren't doing it."

"But Red thought so," I griped.

"Well, she did kind of tell him off about jumping to conclusions," said Cheren. "The look on his face was priceless. I wish you were there to see it."

"I wished my mom walked in on us instead of Red. Hang on," I said carefully, "I thought I left the door open." Immediately, I was befuddled.

"If you did . . . then who closed it?"

N's PoV.

I wish I had overheard Platina's and Drayden's conversation, but Bianca and Black had given us away. They must've wanted to discuss the information privately for they sent us off to bed. Whether they were discussing the information or not was irrelevant.

After Black and I were having a heated row, with neither of us winning, Bianca fell under the impression that my kiss on the forehead symbolized deeper feelings. Special feelings. Feelings of romantic love. Was it possible I did have those feelings? But I didn't want to believe that. Instead, I had excused myself from Bianca and headed into my room, changing back into my former attire.

For someone who wasn't sleepy, I passed out extremely quickly. Then, I opened my eyes:

I was sprawled on a sparkling white beach, seeing the ocean stretch out endlessly into the horizon. The water was a darker shade of blue and it seemed to be swallowing up the swollen scarlet disk that was the sun. Eclipsing the sun was a canvas painted lemon yellow, lavender, goldenrod, deep orange and royal purple, all layered atop each other. The rays the sun was emitting illuminated the sea, causing it to glimmer.

The sand turned muddy as the steel blue waves came in and went out, leaving the ground damp. Wait, why wasn't I building a sand castle? Actually, that was a grand idea.

I jerked up to my feet, brushing the sand off my slacks. "I'm not in Unova," I realized. "Nor am I in Johto." The air was cooler than Unova's, warmer than Johto's. But the breeze ruffling my hair smelt of the briny sea. Without meaning to, I shut my eyes, holding my arms out.

"Are you trying to fly, love?" a silvery voice sang.

I swerved around, seeing a young woman, about sixteen, with a thick mass of muddy brown hair and luminous sea blue eyes staring at me. She was dressed in a flowing crimson sundress and matching flip-flops. Her hair, usually pulled back into a ponytail, was loose today, the curls cascading down her back.

I was tongue-tied. White looked exquisite in the simple attire, worthy of being royalty. If I had spoken then, I would've said incomprehensible words. She seemed to understand, for she surged forward, beckoning to me.

"Take my hand."

I shot my hand toward her ungloved one, noticing it was the unbroken one. I made to draw my hand away, although White grabbed it, lacing her fingers through mine. Unthinkingly, I squeezed her hand. She returned the gesture. "Your hand's broken," I blurted out.

"What are you talking about?" she asked curiously. "N, I thought we were going to take a stroll along the beach!"

I blinked, feeling awkward. This wasn't the White I've known. But my head and heart were screaming it was her. And I was never one to second-guess my instincts lest enough evidence was stacked against me to suggest I was wrong about something. Nevertheless, I nodded.

Whilst White and I strolled alongside the calm waves, she glanced at me, her eyes shining with bliss. Her face was just as blissful. I could tell she was enjoying herself. So was I, as a matter of fact. "Don't you love the sunset?" she said.

We paused midway, turning about to face the ocean, hearing its roar. "The day's growing old," I said thoughtfully. "The sunset reminds me of what little life the day has left. But in a couple of hours, another day will rise from the ashes, like a phoenix."

"You really should write poems, N," White suggested. "Everything you say about nature is metaphoric, true." She turned to me, eyeing me with longing. She drew her hand from mine, promptly flinging her arm around my shoulder. Then, she did the same with the other.

"What are you doing?" I wondered, feeling my heartbeat thrum at a rapid pace. My brain was starting to jam, my palms developing sweat. My insides were moving around uncontrollably. It was a strange but good feeling. But what was it?

"What does it look like?" White said seductively. "Natural Harmonia Gropius, there's two things I want to do right now." Her fierce, hard stare had returned although there was something peculiar about it.

"Umm . . . ," I trailed off while White inched closer to me, burying herself into my torso. She nuzzled my shirt with her cheek, sighing.

The brunette brought her head skyward, staring deep into my eyes. For a moment, I thought I saw a thin, ghostly silvery line hover beneath me. Impetuously, I looked down, seeing a translucent cord the color of moonlight linking White to me. When I blinked, it vanished.

"I want to be by your side," White declared.

"You already are," I reminded her.

White rolled her eyes. "I meant, I want to be by your side. Always and forever."

When she said that, a voice in my head privately agreed. From the way White said the phrase, always and forever sounded pretty good at the moment.

What she did next surprised me: White craned her neck, settling her hands on my face. Then, she lurched forward, molding her mouth to mine. The emotions she created were tender. A bruising tenderness that wasn't merely passion. My mind was wiped blank, my skin prickled and I started shaking uncontrollably.

I wanted this so badly. When White opened my lip again, I pushed her lip upward with my own. This feeling I was experiencing was powerful. In fact, it was so strong that it was responsible for my uncontrollable shaking. This was intense and a little scary.

Every trouble and problem I was having and sharing with others became nonexistent while I was kissing White. The only things I felt were pleasure and desire bouncing back and forth between us endlessly. Wanting to drown in the sensation even further, I placed one hand on her face whilst touching her head with the other, linking my fingers through her mane. Her thick, wavy muddy mane.

Her lips were as sweet as candy. No, they were much sweeter than that. I couldn't bear to taste that excellent sweetness. The wellspring of emotions inside me opened, pouring out longing and an emotion deeper than friendship. It washed over me, shone through me, cleansing my soul of the heavy darkness I carried. As I trembled at these newfound emotions, I felt them ripple through me.

After what seemed like centuries, we pulled apart, both of us breathing heavily. I stroked her hair with a touch so light she probably couldn't feel it. Then, I took the initiative, pressing my mouth against hers, prying it open. She copied my movements.

The same emotions flowed through me before I broke the kiss, staring at White. "I think I might love you," I said breathlessly.

"Then say it," White invited me, her countenance dreamy.

"I love you, White." With that, I kissed her full on the mouth passionately.

I woke up just then, seeing shafts of light stream through the wavery windows. It was morning already. Or maybe it was sunrise.

I looked at the ceiling, developing an interest with the spiraling fan. So, I wasn't on the beach with White. It was but a dream. That meant I was still in Opelucid City with Bianca, White, Cheren, Red and Platina.

Last night, Bianca was telling me about how she thought I was in love with White. I did think she was crazy. Until now.

I always believed dreams either foretold the future or were trying to convey something your subconscious mind couldn't. Only this time, my subconscious mind was alerting me to the truth.

And the truth was that I was in love with White.

"White," I said her name lovingly. "I love you."

I blinked, realizing how odd that sounded to my ears. Clearing my throat, I decided to try once more.

"White, I love you."

After I said that, I smiled.

I was in love with White Electra.

Today was going to be a wonderful day.

A/N: "Realization" is finished. Well, now N has acknowledged his feelings for White. About time too! Question is, does White realize hers yet or is she too stubborn to admit it? Will N muster up the courage to tell White he loves her? Stay tuned for the sequel to this story, Eventide.

This chapter has been reedited for multiple reasons. First, it had to be checked for grammatical and spelling mistakes. Content was edited and more sentences or replacement of words were thrown into the pre-written content. The plotline has experienced little to no changes, and surnames were changed. Some content may have been removed. The main reason is to promote the upcoming sequel of History, Eventide.

Edited On: 11/06/15