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It was a dark, glorious night. The moon shined miraculously, glistening above the majestic tower. Stars twinkled brightly, countless of them positioned against the full moon. A young man stood behind a huge glass window; his dark emerald eyes staring ever so stunningly at the moon. His face showed nothing but awe, yet his mouth was kept in a tight line. His long, red robe covered his body. His long, tea green hair cascaded down his back, only pulled back by a small strand of ponytail.
"Zorr…" The tricky fox Pokémon purred lovingly, catching the teenager's attention. The young man stared down, his lips finally pursing a small smile at the little creature. He bent down on one knee, his hands petting the tricky fox's head. The little one barked a giggle, nuzzling his head on his friend's palm.
The green-haired boy smiled wider, enjoying the adorable scene.
"My Lord."
His smile disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Two beautiful ladies – goddesses even – bowed behind him. "It is time."
The silent boy stood up, head down. Without a word, he turned around and walked towards the goddesses. The two ladies nodded their head once, before letting him through.
The hall was big – huge. It was dark, leaving only the moon's shine to light the way. The walls were nothing but glass windows. Echoes of footsteps filled the empty area. The young man walked silently, his hands and body hidden inside the elegant robe. The tricky fox Pokémon skipped behind, following his human friend.
Just as they were walking, the boy walked past a mirror. His dull green eyes glared a peek at the image.
What he saw wasn't himself.
He saw his 10 year old self – crying in the arms of a dying Darmanitan. The little boy in the mirror sobbed silently, petting the barely breathing being. A small crowd of Pokémon huddled around them, purring soft, mourning tones. After a few hours of crying and hopelessly praying for the best, finally, the blazing Pokémon breathed his last breath.
The young man cringed slightly, still keeping his composure. His eyes shut, still moving forward. Finally, after what it seems like decades to him, he had finally arrived. He stopped in front of a huge door. He felt a slight breeze. The boy didn't need to open his eyes to see who it was. Two shadow men – both cloaked in black and white hair – opened the door with ease.
As the door opened, all eyes were on him.
He could care less. He wasn't about to take any notice. The boy walked calmly, still followed by his escorts. Lights suddenly flashed upon him. The young man did not give a single flinch. His face. His body. His eyes. Him.
He was like a shadow: Moving silently in the eyes of many.
Finally, his feet reached a single stair. He took one step up then turned around, facing the quiet crowd. A man – older than him and looked rather vicious – stood beside the throne. His face showed nothing but power and pride. His bloody red eye was glowing in malice. In his hands was a golden headpiece; far too beautiful for words. His lips extended, showing a frightful smile.
"From this day! This glorious night!" The fearful sage finally spoke. "Our life will be changed forever! For our world will soon be changed and led on by our chosen king!" He took one step forward. With one sharp breath, the sage placed the crown on the teenager's head. The boy's eyes were still closed, head slightly down to the ground.
After crowning the green-haired boy, the sage took another few steps backwards. "From this day on, let our world be changed into a better future. May the light of our king guide us to a brighter life!" He spread his arms wide, eyes fired with determination and over joy.
"All hail King N!" The manic sage screamed inside the throne room, his voice echoing and booming in the boy's ears.
"ALL HAIL KING N!" The crowd cheered and applauded, fisting their hands up in the air. The room boomed with thousand of noises, most them filled with cheers and loyal promises.
N finally opened his eyes, staring intently out front. His face showed no emotion as the others – grunts and seven sages alike – bowed in front of their new king. All of them on one knee. Only the two goddesses bowed their torso slightly while the scary-looking sage nodded his head once.
"ALL HAIL KING N!" The room voiced in unison, marking the start of their new promising duties.
As N alone was standing – his head glued to one single thought.
Liberate the Pokémon.
---
White yawned lazily on her bed. She rubbed her eye, mouth grumbling at the sunlight blinding her. The brunette glanced at her clock. Suddenly, her mind snapped like a bullet. She moved her head to the calendar. A wide, white smile slowly flashing on her lips as she saw the date.
Today's the day.
"Zorr…" The tricky fox Pokémon purred lovingly, catching the teenager's attention. The young man stared down, his lips finally pursing a small smile at the little creature. He bent down on one knee, his hands petting the tricky fox's head. The little one barked a giggle, nuzzling his head on his friend's palm.
The green-haired boy smiled wider, enjoying the adorable scene.
"My Lord."
His smile disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Two beautiful ladies – goddesses even – bowed behind him. "It is time."
The silent boy stood up, head down. Without a word, he turned around and walked towards the goddesses. The two ladies nodded their head once, before letting him through.
The hall was big – huge. It was dark, leaving only the moon's shine to light the way. The walls were nothing but glass windows. Echoes of footsteps filled the empty area. The young man walked silently, his hands and body hidden inside the elegant robe. The tricky fox Pokémon skipped behind, following his human friend.
Just as they were walking, the boy walked past a mirror. His dull green eyes glared a peek at the image.
What he saw wasn't himself.
He saw his 10 year old self – crying in the arms of a dying Darmanitan. The little boy in the mirror sobbed silently, petting the barely breathing being. A small crowd of Pokémon huddled around them, purring soft, mourning tones. After a few hours of crying and hopelessly praying for the best, finally, the blazing Pokémon breathed his last breath.
The young man cringed slightly, still keeping his composure. His eyes shut, still moving forward. Finally, after what it seems like decades to him, he had finally arrived. He stopped in front of a huge door. He felt a slight breeze. The boy didn't need to open his eyes to see who it was. Two shadow men – both cloaked in black and white hair – opened the door with ease.
As the door opened, all eyes were on him.
He could care less. He wasn't about to take any notice. The boy walked calmly, still followed by his escorts. Lights suddenly flashed upon him. The young man did not give a single flinch. His face. His body. His eyes. Him.
He was like a shadow: Moving silently in the eyes of many.
Finally, his feet reached a single stair. He took one step up then turned around, facing the quiet crowd. A man – older than him and looked rather vicious – stood beside the throne. His face showed nothing but power and pride. His bloody red eye was glowing in malice. In his hands was a golden headpiece; far too beautiful for words. His lips extended, showing a frightful smile.
"From this day! This glorious night!" The fearful sage finally spoke. "Our life will be changed forever! For our world will soon be changed and led on by our chosen king!" He took one step forward. With one sharp breath, the sage placed the crown on the teenager's head. The boy's eyes were still closed, head slightly down to the ground.
After crowning the green-haired boy, the sage took another few steps backwards. "From this day on, let our world be changed into a better future. May the light of our king guide us to a brighter life!" He spread his arms wide, eyes fired with determination and over joy.
"All hail King N!" The manic sage screamed inside the throne room, his voice echoing and booming in the boy's ears.
"ALL HAIL KING N!" The crowd cheered and applauded, fisting their hands up in the air. The room boomed with thousand of noises, most them filled with cheers and loyal promises.
N finally opened his eyes, staring intently out front. His face showed no emotion as the others – grunts and seven sages alike – bowed in front of their new king. All of them on one knee. Only the two goddesses bowed their torso slightly while the scary-looking sage nodded his head once.
"ALL HAIL KING N!" The room voiced in unison, marking the start of their new promising duties.
As N alone was standing – his head glued to one single thought.
Liberate the Pokémon.
---
White yawned lazily on her bed. She rubbed her eye, mouth grumbling at the sunlight blinding her. The brunette glanced at her clock. Suddenly, her mind snapped like a bullet. She moved her head to the calendar. A wide, white smile slowly flashing on her lips as she saw the date.
Today's the day.
Literature
Invidious Jealousy
1. SoulSilver
Don't get Silver wrong, he loved being around Kotone (though he won't openly admit it) and being in love with her has its moments. But in between their love..... WHO THE HELL IS THIS THIRD GUY?!
"Oh Morty, you're so sweet!" Kotone smiled brightly when the Ghost-type master complimented her looks.
Okay, get this: after their battle at the Plateau, Kotone wanted to do some sight-seeing with Silver. She insisted that Silver take some time off from training and go out with her more. Seeing that she wanted to spend more time with him sent Silver to the seventh-heaven. Yet again, oblivious to his war against himself, Kotone dragg
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Worried
"N? What are you doing?" Touko asked sleepily.
"Nothing go back to sleep." N told her softly, his head resting on her stomach, his ear pressed against it. She gave a small chuckle.
"I can't sleep while you have your head on my stomach silly." She said, running her fingers through his hair absentmindedly.
"Ssshh! I'm trying to listen!" N whispered, placing his finger to his lips.
"What are you listening to?" She asked after a few minutes of silence.
"I'm trying to hear him." He said. Touko smiled down at her husband. Sometimes she forgot how innocent he could really be.
"N, it's only been three months! There's not going to be much that y
Literature
Estranged Encounters
1.Gary
Gym Leader Misty wiped the sweat off her forehead.
"Great job, Starmie. Return!" Misty called back the Mysterious Pokémon.
Misty smiled some-what goofily. She had just finished a great training session.
She scurried to the Pokémon center, since her team was completely worn out.
"Heeeeeey Scarlet." A teasing voice called out.
Misty froze.
Cock-blocking the entrance to the Pokémon center was none other than the strongest gym leader in Kanto, Gary Oak.
"Let's have ourselves a little battle."
2. Silver
"League challenge, league challenge!~~" Kotone sang gleefully as she skipped through Indigo Plateau.
Kotone watch
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Read my journal and you'll understand.
Imma try and finish this whole fic by tonight!
Actually, I'm also doing this to clear my mind. So YAYY!
And also, I love White and N. And I'm trying my best to regain my love for them.
So for those who have read my original When Two Are One story, some are the same while some...are different. How different? You'll see
Anyways, I would love to thank for reigniting my love for this shipping. Her stories REALLY affects my emotions. WHICH IS GOOD
Heee. Time to derp!
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N's POV: Detail into how he managed to get this far, what his motivations are, and what he sets out to accomplish.
White's POV: I just woke up.
I have no idea what this is, buuut...
White's POV: I just woke up.
I have no idea what this is, buuut...