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When Two Are One 8

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   N sat quietly at the rail of the Driftveil Drawbridge. He hugged his knees, eyes on the clear water. His reflection was shining elegantly before him. His emerald eyes shined dully at the sparkling image.

   "You better be ready coz I will defeat you."

   "Yes, I hate their leader."


   Her words were like a blast of echoes, banging his eardrums minute by minute. He sighed bitterly, slamming his forehead on his knees. She hated him. She wanted N to lose. She wanted N defeated.

   She will snatch away all he had believed in since he was born.

   "No." N hissed resentfully. He looked at the ocean again, eyebrows furrowed in irritation. "I will not lose to her. I will help my friends." All his life, he was raised with wounded Pokémon; Pokémon that were enslaved to the human race. N saw the pain in their eyes. The scars and bruises marked their body, staying there till they turn into rot.

   And that's why his job, his mission, was to save the Pokémon; to change their fate. A paradise, or so he called it. He wanted the abuse to stop. He wanted the purgatory to end.

   N sighed bitterly. But the more he continued on his journey, his perspective was slowly questioned. Humans and Pokémon were together everywhere. They help each other. They stick together. Even in a battle – in which N saw it as something barbaric – he could see the Pokémon's anticipation and excitement. Even if they were defeated, their trainers didn't harm them or even yell at them. Instead, the humans cheered their Pokémon with loving and motivational words; nothing like the punishment he always heard during his childhood.

   And then there's White.

   She was strong, he couldn't deny it. But strength wasn't the only thing she was good at. Her kindness and care for her Pokémon touched his heart. Even since the first time he saw her, N seemed strangely attracted. And as he heard Oshawott's voice, he was baffled. A Pokémon actually cried not wanting to be freed! Her Pokémon loved her very dearly, and she loved them back. At first, N thought White was forcing her Pokémon to like her, which made him hate her at first. But as they kept colliding with each other, the boy could see honesty in each of her team's eyes. And Oshawott was a clear example that he bonded well with the ponytailed trainer.

   N remembered how White looked at him before he left – pure hatred.

   He probably had it coming. The young woman opposed his ideals, after all. But N couldn't help but feel his chest tighten in pain. He held his throbbing chest. A low, sour sigh escaped his mouth for the tenth time. "What is wrong with me…? I should not give even the slightest care for her."

   Maybe that was the problem: N cared about White.

   He held his temple, slowly massaging it. Each thought was slamming into his head, N felt like fainting.

   'N, you okay?'

   He looked to his left, only to see his childhood friend, Zoroark crouching beside him. A forced smile pursed his lips. "I am fine."

   The illusion fox Pokémon could read him like a book. 'You're horrible at lying, N.'

   Not giving his friend a glance, N muttered, "I am fine and I am not lying."

   'Again, you're a horrible liar.'

   N glared at the snickering Pokémon. "I am not-"

   "My Lord."

   The two shut their mouths completely. N's expression changed into a more stoic, serious expression. He focused his attention back at the ocean. In less than a minute, he felt a sharp wind wheezed behind him. Even so, didn't need to turn around to know who they were. "Yes," he calmly said.

   The figures appeared behind the greenette. All three were in clad black. Their hairs were white as snow. Their mouths were covered in black cloths. The three figures kneeled on one knee, bowing before their king. "Our Lord, Master Ghetsis ordered us to find you. To see if your mission is progressing."

   N huffed in annoyance. "Yes. Need not to worry. I still know my duty as the next hero. Tell him that the mission is smoothly preceding, and I do not need to be watched." He stood up, dusting off some dirt on his pants. Zoroark crouched beside N, eyes warily focused on the Shadow Triads. The illusion fox Pokémon always hated their presence. It gave him a 'deadly' feeling about it.

   One of the ninjas, eyes so empty and soulless, humbly said, "Very well. Also, my Lord, it is assumed that you are distracted."

   N cocked his head to his left, eyes peeking at the men behind him. An eyebrow raised, N asked, "What do you mean?"

   The one in the middle spoke. "The female trainer, White Monochroma. It seems that she is a small barricade to your mission."

   The greenette flinched to hear White's name. It scared him more to realize that Ghetsis and the Triad were seeing her as a threat. His hands placed by his side, slowly balling up into fists. N bit his lower lip, the tip of his black cap hiding his emerald eyes.

   The farthest right finally spoke. "So it is our knowing that Master Ghetsis wants the girl to be exterminated-"

   Exterminated?! Blood rushed into his face and brain in nanoseconds. As if he had lost his mind, N turned around and shouted, "No!"

   Even at the sound of N's loud voice, the ninjas didn't flinch once.

   N felt his whole body shaking. His fists were trembling furiously. His heartbeat was drumming his ribcage at Deoxys speed. The thought of White being harmed by the Shadow Triad – or by anyone for that matter – it scarred him deeply. He looked at the Triad, who were calmer than he had ever been. Three pair of white eyes stared blankly at him, waiting for a response; an explanation to his odd behaviour.

   Zoroark tilted his head in confusion at his friend. He was baffled and slightly curious. Why is he reacting this way about a mere trainer?

   Taking one sharp breath, N stood straight. He gazed at the ninjas. "White is not a barricade. Nor is she slowing me down. As a matter of fact, she is the key point into what I am achieving. If you were to exterminate her-" N stopped, feeling the tingles of his skin at the thought of White disappearing – forever. "-then the mission to revive Zekrom will be impossible. I need her…to complete what is needed."

   The area quieted down, making the sound of wind reachable in their ears. N managed a heavy gulp. His eyes were narrowed, waiting for the Triad's response.

   Finally, after what seemed like decades of waiting, the middle ninja calmly said, "Very well." In seconds, they disappeared in a blink of an eye. Once they were gone, N let out a huge gasp of air. He leaned against the pole of the bridge and held his chest. I can't believe I did that, he thought. I actually…I actually defended White…

   'N.'

   He looked to his side. Zoroark was looking at him in a disbelieving manner. 'Did you…You just defended a human.'

   The young man flinched. His lips pursed into a tight line. Eye averting his gaze, N muttered, "No I didn't."

   'N, you are a horrible liar," His friend sighed.

   "I am not." The greenette protested.

---

   "Haa, I'm so glad that's over." White stretched her arms up in the air. Cheren stood by her side, hands rubbing his cold arms. The two had finished tracking down, and defeated some Plasma grunts inside the Cold Storage. At times like this, he wished he had brought a sweater.

   "This is really annoying." He shivered under his thin jacket.

   White smiled sweetly. She tapped her friend's back. "Aww come on. Don't be such a party pooper. On the bright side, it made your Servine, and my Dewott and Herdier evolved." The brunette looked behind, seeing her evolved Pokémon, the Samurott and Stoutland grinning cheekily at her.

   Cheren huffed quietly, letting flows of cold wind breezed though his mouth. He looked at White. "Aren't you cold? It's like you're practically wearing nothing in this storage."  

   White shot a good glare at him. True. She was a bit cold, but the thought of Team Plasma took over her conscience. Every time she thought of the sneaky organization, it reminded her of him. And that wasn't a good thing. White sighed slowly and shrugged. "I'm not- aa…aaa…achoo!"  

   The room got quiet. Three pairs of eyes stared directly at the sneezing girl.

   Her face began to flush. Her nose was itchy and clogging. Now she was able to feel the sharp cold. White began rubbing her arms rapidly. She shivered horribly, feeling another sneeze coming up. The girl looked at the three gawking males. "Wha- achoo!" Snot trickled down her nose.

   Cheren blinked dumbly to see his friend was shivering like a flag pole, then sighed.

---

   It was a quiet night. Two trainers set camp near the Driftveil Drawbridge. White shivered under the covers of her blue blanket. Thanks to the Cold Storage's icy temperature, she caught a cold.

   Cheren sat across her. They had set up a campfire under a huge tree. All their Pokémon were out of their balls. Some were on the tree. Some were frolicking around. Some were sitting and sleeping. The dark brunette smirked cockily at his friend.

   White sneered at the sight. "Stop shmiling you twit." She inhaled one huge breath of air, trying very hard to breathe right. The face she made gave Cheren a good laugh. White glared at him once again. "Shuk up…"

   "You can't even speak right," he chuckled amusingly.

   White looked away, giving up on arguing with Cheren. The spectacled boy smiled. The two kept quiet, eyes on the dancing flames. White hugged her knees. The warmth of the fire and the blanket heated her up a bit. She placed her chin on her knee, thoughts wandering about.

   "So," Cheren broke the silence. "Mind telling me what's wrong with you?"

   The young woman looked upfront, surprised at his question. Cheren was looking at her, waiting for an explanation. Pursing her lips and eyes down, White muttered, "Nothing's wrong with me."

   A loud scoff rang in her ears. "White, can we stop joshin' around and tell me what's wrong? Am I not your best friend? I deserve to know what's wrong with you."

   The brunette grunted out loud. "Fine!" She hugged her knees tightly, bringing it closer to her face. How would she start it? That the young, dashing, green-haired man she met – and actually liked – was a villain? Inhaling and exhaling slowly, White started. "Do you remember the green-haired dude we first met at Accumula Town?"

   Cheren tilted his head, rewinding his memory. Finally, the image of N stayed in his mind. Cheren nodded. "Yes. The guy who speaks weirdly. What about him?"

   The ponytailed brunette twiddled her fingers. "Well, me and him have been bumping into each other a couple of times. It came to a point where…I kinda got used to his strange self."

   Narcus suddenly skipped towards White. The bighearted Pokémon sat comfortably behind his trainer, keeping her warm. The petite girl giggled and rested her back on Stoutland. "Then one night, I saw him again in Nimbasa. He helped me search around the park for some Plasma grunts after they terrorized an old man."

   Eyes widened on the spectacled boy's face. He opened his mouth, wanting to ask about the Plasma incident, but White raised her hand, stopping him.

   "Half an hour later, there were no traces of them and me and Marcus got tired." She scratched the back of her neck bashfully. She felt heat rushing into her rosy cheeks. "Well, one thing led to another. Next thing I knew, I was riding the Ferris wheel with N-"

   "Wait." Cheren abruptly stopped her. The girl blinked in surprise, staring in disappointment that her conversation got cut off. The dark brunette pushed the bridge of his glasses. "If this is some sort of girl talk like you have with Bianca, I rather not hear it."

   A small puffy frown was seen from the girl's face. "Aren't you my best friend?" She mocked him with the words he just said. "I thought you deserve to know what's wrong with me."

   Marcus giggled to see the irritated scowl on Cheren's face. The young man sighed in defeat. "Fine."

   White smirked arrogantly. But her smirk slowly receded as she remembered that night. Eyes on the fire, she mumbled, "Besides, I wish the topic was girl talk worthy."

   Even with her words being faint, Cheren heard her perfectly. "What do you mean?"

   Silence filled the first minute. White opened her mouth, but then shut it back. Her mind boggled. Her thoughts whirled around. "Well, while we were in the Ferris wheel, N told me something. Something that changed my mind completely about him."

   "He's gay?"

   Her head shot right up. Her eyes were round as they can be. Her face was red and flushed, due to the body heat and Cheren's words. "What the- No! He's not gay!"

   The childhood friend shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly. "What? You said he told you something that changed your mind completely about him. So I thought him being gay was reasonable enough."

   White growled under her breath. "He is not gay- choo!"

   Cheren laughed again. He was enjoying too much of the girl's misery. "Okay okay. Fine. If he's not gay, what did he told you?"

   White rolled her eyes. Her hand ruffled Marcus' furry fur. The Pokémon purred loudly, loving the pets he was receiving. His tail wagged and tapped the grassy ground. With one long exhale (and another sneeze), the brunette said, "Remember the time we met the Plasma grunts back in Wellspring Cave? And then we saw some more in Castelia City when they jacked Bianca's Munna?"

   Cheren nodded, having his full attention on her now.

   White stopped petting. She tapped her feet nervously. Her aqua eyes met the boy's gaze. With a stern, hoarse voice, she said, "N is their leader."

   Once again, silence was all there is.

   Cheren blinked once. Twice. Thrice. He shook his head. "Wait what?"

   The petite girl slammed her back on Marcus, who was still purring like an engine. "N is the leader – or so he calls himself, 'King' – of Team Plasma." She sighed bitterly. Once she brought the topic up, the memory inside the cargo danced in her mind. It gave White a good shiver. She rubbed her trickling arms. The cold suddenly came back, making her shudder. "He is in charge for causing havoc around Unova now."

   Cheren was baffled. His mouth was agape. Serperior, who just so happened to slither towards his trainer, closed the dark brunette's mouth with his tail. Cheren snapped back to reality. He shook his head and gawked at the covered girl. "Are you serious?"

   White groaned boringly. "Oh no no. I'm just practicing for a dramatic act." She gave Cheren an obvious look. "Of course I'm seri- achoo!" Marcus rummaged his head into White's bag and took out a tissue for his trainer. "Thanks boy…"

   A stupid, disbelieving grin curved at the edge of his lip. "Heh. That explains his odd behaviour." The young man tapped his chin. "Anything else he said?"

   White bit the insides of her cheeks. She tugged the blanket closer, trying to remove the chills she felt on her spine. "Well, he did…tell me to go the gym, retrieve all the eight badges, and defeat the Elite Four in order to stop him."

   Not only Cheren, but Serperior also raised his eyebrow in suspicion. The two looked so much alike, White couldn't help but giggle. She pushed a strand of hair and let it rest behind her ear. "I don't know about you. But when he said those words, it was as if…he wanted me to stop him."

   The night was a beautiful night. Stars came out to play. The moon was in a form of a crescent. White opened her mouth and exhaled heavily, feeling relieved to have said all those things. Cheren scratched his head, still sucking in all the information. Serperior used his tail and fanned his trainer. "White…"

   She looked at her friend. "Yes Cherry?"

   "First, stop calling me that." He scoffed in vex. "And second, I know I don't ask this sort of question, but do you have feelings for him?"

   White froze. The heat came speeding right back into her. "I…uh…" Her mouth swayed open, but no human words were present. She heard her Stoutland snicker in joy. The girl snorted ruefully and looked away. "No."

   White was a horrible liar. "You do have feelings for him."

   The petite woman bit her lower lip. "I do not." No matter how many times she said that; convincing herself that he was just an enemy, White couldn't shake the feeling off her. The thought of N made her stomach queasy. And she sometimes hated herself for having such an emotion.

   Cheren chuckled amusingly. He looked at White, who was now sulking. "Well White, just remember this. When it's your problem, it's also mine and Bianca's problem. We stick together like glue, remember?"

   Aqua eyes stared at the grassy ground, but her ears caught his words perfectly. It soothed White. True. All the problems. All the troubles. They handle it together, like real friends should. Chuckling dryly and ruefully, White mumbled, "Thanks Cheren…"

  The air felt light after her confession. White felt free and relaxed. Even so, she could not remove the chilling cold that was stabbing her skin right now. White shivered under the blanket. Her lips quivered, wishing she had worn something thicker.

   Suddenly, her thoughts went to a halt as she felt Marcus rising up and walking away. White looked at her Pokémon. "H-hey boy, where are you-"

   She froze to feel someone placing a seat behind her. A pair of legs was bended between her. And as if things weren't any more surprising, White felt her body being pulled backwards. Finally, a pair of strong arms was wrapped around her covered waist. The brunette gawked to her side, only to see her beloved best friend snickering closely to her face.

   This time, her face was all out red. "Ch-Cheren…! What are you-"

   "Good Arceus, White. You're cold like a Vanilite." He rested his chin on her shoulder. "I don't want you sick. We have a big battle with Clay tomorrow, you know."

   Her body was trembling madly, but not because of the flu anymore. "I…you…You'll get sick then!"

   A cocky chuckle wheezed through his lips. "I have high immunity than you. So argument is invalid." He tightened his hug. The boy rested his back against the huge tree. "Besides, we've done this when we were little kids. Don't tell me now you want to act all shy and womanly."

   She could practically feel the snarky tone in his words. Huffing angrily and wrapping her head with the blanket, she growled, "Damn you."

   The spectacled boy laughed again. "Sweet dreams to you too, White."

---

   'Who knew that N boy wasss a bad guy,' Serperior hissed quietly. The regal Pokémon sat with White's team. The others had reached their slumber land. Only five of them were wide awake, thinking about what White had told Cheren.

   Isaac snorted in detest. 'Neither of us knew. But he was weird in the first place.' He vividly remembered the day he met the human greenette. N almost took him away from White, stating that he was 'miserable' – which he clearly wasn't.

   'His organization did cause some trouble during our journey.' Dexter neighed to Serperior.

   'N is not a bad guy!'

   Three heads focused on Marcus. The bighearted Pokémon posed a small frown. 'He's not a bad guy.'

   Isaac rolled his eyes and glared at his friend. 'Marcus, the reason you said that is because he gave you a gift. It's like bribing.'

   The starry collar shined under the bright moonlight. Marcus shook his head in denial. 'No! That's not it, even though I love the collar he gave me.'

   'Then what is?' Dexter asked lazily.

   With a huge, furry smile, Marcus chimed, 'It's because he smells like twees. And twees aren't bad guys.'

   If it weren't for the fact that he was their best friend and one of White's Pokémon, Isaac would have punched him in the face. The formidable Pokémon slammed his face with his paw and groaned out loud. Serperior grinned dumbly at the normal-type's remark. Dexter shook his head in disappointment. 'Sometimes I even wonder if your mother dropped you when you were an egg. What do you think, Lillil?'

   As no reply was heard, the thunderbolt Pokémon looked down at the Petilil. 'Lillil?'

   Lillil was trembling in fury. Her teeth were gritted. Her eyes were shining in rage.

   Sensing the anger coming from the bulb Pokémon, all eyes were on Lillil. 'Lillil, you okay?' Isaac asked in worry.

   Ignoring his question, Lillil shouted, 'WHY ARE ALL OF YOU SO FUCKING HUGE?!'

   Even though she was small, her voice was very high-pitched. The three males cringed at the echo. 'Lillil! You'll wake White and Cheren!'

   'I don't care!' The little one shouted. 'It's not fair! I mean look at you guys. You guys are ginourmous! And I'm just here, small as a seed!' Lillil hopped and flailed her leaf in despair. Isaac and Dexter sighed bitterly. True. Out of the four, Lillil hadn't evolved yet. But White had a reason. She wanted to train Lillil first so that she will be ready to become a Lilligant.

   'You will evolve soon. Just be patient.' Isaac flashed an assuring smile.

   But Lillil wasn't planning on being patient. 'I am practically living with giants!'

   'I think you're cute.'

   The bulb Pokémon stopped hopping. As she opened her eyes, she was shocked to see Marcus  crouching right in front of her.

   The bighearted Pokémon flashed a wide smile. 'You're cute just the way you are. So White plans to evolve you a bit late? Big deal. You're still cute and kickass. And when you become a Lilligant, you'll be the most pwettiest and kickass Lilligant there is.'

   The second she heard those words, the Petilil was practically red in colour. Lillil looked away, fidgeting at the rapid beating of her heart. 'S-shut up…'

   Being oblivious as he always was, Marcus barked, 'Yayy Lillil's not mad anymore!'

---

   N clenched his fists in anger. His emerald eyes widened in rage. His teeth were clenched together. Glancing from afar was none other than White who was sleeping comfortably.

   …With someone locking her in a warm hug.

   N could feel his heart burn. He could feel his stomach curl and tighten in utmost discomfort. At first, he thought the feeling he got when meeting with White was unbearable. Sadly, he was horribly mistaken.

   'So that's White,' Zoroark mused verbally. The girl who N actually defended. Interesting. He looked at his human friend, his mouth curving into a happy smile.

   But that smile was erased to see the scornful look N was giving.

   'Uh…N, are you okay?' He asked in concern. Emerald eyes still on the sleeping couple, N growled, "Yes."

   What is wrong with me now?! The boy mentally shouted. Why is that spectacled boy hugging White? Why does she look comfortable? Why am I feeling this way?? N wiped his face frantically, trying to remove the disgusting image he saw. Stop making me uncomfortable!

   'Uh, N. You're jumpy tonight.'

   The young man stared at Zoroark. "I am not jumping."

   'Jumpy, as in you look agitated.'

   N snorted out loud and crossed his arms. Since the day N started his mission, Zoroark finally saw the child in the greenette; something that only he could see inside their playroom. The illusion fox looked at his friend, then at the sleeping friends, and then back at the sulking boy. Finally, realization came to his mind. A funny, cocky grin curved at the edge of his lips. 'You're jealous, are you?'

   Jealous? N looked at Zoroark, his eyebrow shot up in slight confusion at the word.

   His friend snickered playfully. 'Yeah, jealous. It means that one is feeling or showing envy of someone or their achievements and advantages. In this case, you're jealous that human boy is hugging White.'

   N felt his skin prickle up to his neck. His cheeks began to form a light shade of red. "I…I am not jealous!"

   Zoroark chuckled slowly, his paws raised up as N denied. 'N. Screaming "I'm not jealous" in my face is an obvious sign of jealousy.'

   The greenette blinked in stupor. His eyes mouth was wide open. He glanced at White, who was still sleeping soundly in Cheren's arms. The more he looked at it, the more it brought pain and discomfort in his heart. To add salt to his wound, the thought of White hating him was silently shattering his heart. Scoffing resentfully, N shouted, "I am not jealous!" Before Zoroark could say a word, the young man quickly stormed off.

   'H-hey! Wait up!'
Miss me? :meow:

I AM SOOOO SORRY FOR THE QUIETNESS AND STUFF. I have been busy these past few days, everytime I on my netbook to write, my head gets heavy and tired :iconheadeskplz:

BUT YUSH NOW I'M BACK! :iconlawooplz:

So yeah, chapta 8 is up! :iconpineappletardplz: Ghetsis plans to exterminate White? :iconoo-plz: Luckily, N was able to think of words to save her! :dummy:

Yayy my bbs are now fully evolved except Lillil! :icondummydanceplz: White has a flu and she told Cheren the real deal about N :icondeathstareplz:

And ffffff Cheren thought N was gay. Oh Cherry, you :iconlaughingplz:

Even as a fully mature and evolved Stoutland, derpy nature will always be derpy :dummy: And Lillil has a slight crush on the derpy :iconmonkeyloveplz:

ksjgfjkfjkhdkhskl Cheren hugs White and keeps her warm. DOOOOOOOOOOD now that's sweet bffs! :meow: :iconloveloveplz: checkmateshipping *cough cough*

And N learned a new word: Jealous :iconlaughingplz: Both he and White are horrible liars. Yayy! :dummy:

ldjfhjshfsklhklhdkh hi gais. I miss you :meow:
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Comminosity (whatever that means) +6

If I smell like trees, I am not a bad guy? Ok, what about Birchingham Woods being used against Hamelet? Wait, never mind.