Pokemon BW fic
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purplekitteChapter Five: Regrets
No one could get a rise out of her quite like N. She’d screamed when he’d jumped out at her at the gym door and now she was crying, for some reason. He acted utterly oblivious to why her eyes might be leaking, not even staring as that and the rain washed away the lingering stain on her face from the nose bleed she’d gotten from being fired from a cannon into a wall.
“Trainers compete for pointless acclaim, Pokémon get hurt. Why don’t you understand?” His eyes were teary as well, so maybe he did understand her.
‘What kind of people are Team Plasma?’ Skyla had asked her. ‘Bad people,’ she’d said.
She curled a hand in her Zebstrika’s thick fur, but wouldn’t look away from N to bury her face in it. She was strong and he was dangerous, but why did he sometimes have to say things that weren’t crazy?
“Zebstrika,” he called for his attention, then told her, “I’m going to talk to your Pokémon. I was raised by them since I was a baby, so I understand them better than humans.”
He’d said things hinting at that before, but that was impossible, wasn’t it? she thought as he talked to her Zebstrika with more affection than she’d heard from him before. Feral children were brain-damaged, mute, and sickly all their short lives even if rescued, everyone knew that. N was weird but nothing like that. His identifying with Pokémon and considering himself one of them and not a human were just part of some misanthropic self-hatred complex, as Cheren would say, probably from being bullied as a child for being crazy and turning to Pokémon to project his imaginary friends on.
But what would he say her Pokémon said? Was he right? Did they hate her? She’d wanted to ask him that question, but…
“This Zebstrika trusts you for some reason. That’s good,” he encouraged her as she started to cry harder for some reason. Touko was still scared but relieved and still confused. Had she wanted him to say something else, maybe so she could pretend he was only a liar? It was so much easier to condemn Team Plasma when he wasn’t here. “If everyone human and Pokémon were like you, I could stop my crusade to liberate Pokémon from people who just use them.”
He made most trainers sound like Bianca’s father. She didn’t know how to handle that, because that would be something that needed stopped, but most people weren’t like that.
“Ghetsis is going to find me the Light Stone and the Dark Stone. I’ll use them to awaken the legendary Dragon and be the hero of legend, its friend. It will grant my wish for the future and change the world.”
“Are you sure you can trust Ghetsis? He might be using you for his own ends.” He seemed fishy to her, arrogantly talking about his plans then belatedly adding comments about the king onto them. Cheren thought he was a ghost-hologram or something. “Your people are being led to act in ways I don’t think you would want.”
He shook his head, shook himself all over like a Herdier, sending water everywhere in the rain. “My vision is to change the world without using force. Forcing people makes them resist, and it’s their innocent Pokémon who suffer the consequences of their tantrums. You understand. Pokémon are not just tools for people to use!”
She threw an arm over Zebstrika’s neck. “I understand. But I can’t let you get away with your methods.”
“I’m so sorry, you know, that Pokémon and trainers who care about one another, like your Pokémon and you, will be separated. It breaks my heart.”
She believed him. He was bad at facial expression and changing his voice to express emotions, but this issue had his whole being poured into it and there was something broken in his eyes and despair deep in his tone.
“You may be resigned to it, but I’m not. There’s got to be a better way. Coexistence is possible. Hurting humans is wrong too. I’m going to find that way and I’ll oppose you to do it.”
“That’s why I have you. That’s why I value you more than anyone who’s just a Team Plasma member. Do it. Show me your vision. I want to believe in you. You are my worth opponent, someone who can strike a different path towards the same goal.” He kissed her again and she could taste his tears, her tears, soft against his lips and she kissed him back like it was the only thing holding her up. “That’s why I love you.”
And then he was gone and she was left with her tears being washed away by the rain. “But I don’t know. I don’t know what to do or how. I can’t change the world. I’m just one kid.”
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No one could get a rise out of her quite like N. She’d screamed when he’d jumped out at her at the gym door and now she was crying, for some reason. He acted utterly oblivious to why her eyes might be leaking, not even staring as that and the rain washed away the lingering stain on her face from the nose bleed she’d gotten from being fired from a cannon into a wall.
“Trainers compete for pointless acclaim, Pokémon get hurt. Why don’t you understand?” His eyes were teary as well, so maybe he did understand her.
‘What kind of people are Team Plasma?’ Skyla had asked her. ‘Bad people,’ she’d said.
She curled a hand in her Zebstrika’s thick fur, but wouldn’t look away from N to bury her face in it. She was strong and he was dangerous, but why did he sometimes have to say things that weren’t crazy?
“Zebstrika,” he called for his attention, then told her, “I’m going to talk to your Pokémon. I was raised by them since I was a baby, so I understand them better than humans.”
He’d said things hinting at that before, but that was impossible, wasn’t it? she thought as he talked to her Zebstrika with more affection than she’d heard from him before. Feral children were brain-damaged, mute, and sickly all their short lives even if rescued, everyone knew that. N was weird but nothing like that. His identifying with Pokémon and considering himself one of them and not a human were just part of some misanthropic self-hatred complex, as Cheren would say, probably from being bullied as a child for being crazy and turning to Pokémon to project his imaginary friends on.
But what would he say her Pokémon said? Was he right? Did they hate her? She’d wanted to ask him that question, but…
“This Zebstrika trusts you for some reason. That’s good,” he encouraged her as she started to cry harder for some reason. Touko was still scared but relieved and still confused. Had she wanted him to say something else, maybe so she could pretend he was only a liar? It was so much easier to condemn Team Plasma when he wasn’t here. “If everyone human and Pokémon were like you, I could stop my crusade to liberate Pokémon from people who just use them.”
He made most trainers sound like Bianca’s father. She didn’t know how to handle that, because that would be something that needed stopped, but most people weren’t like that.
“Ghetsis is going to find me the Light Stone and the Dark Stone. I’ll use them to awaken the legendary Dragon and be the hero of legend, its friend. It will grant my wish for the future and change the world.”
“Are you sure you can trust Ghetsis? He might be using you for his own ends.” He seemed fishy to her, arrogantly talking about his plans then belatedly adding comments about the king onto them. Cheren thought he was a ghost-hologram or something. “Your people are being led to act in ways I don’t think you would want.”
He shook his head, shook himself all over like a Herdier, sending water everywhere in the rain. “My vision is to change the world without using force. Forcing people makes them resist, and it’s their innocent Pokémon who suffer the consequences of their tantrums. You understand. Pokémon are not just tools for people to use!”
She threw an arm over Zebstrika’s neck. “I understand. But I can’t let you get away with your methods.”
“I’m so sorry, you know, that Pokémon and trainers who care about one another, like your Pokémon and you, will be separated. It breaks my heart.”
She believed him. He was bad at facial expression and changing his voice to express emotions, but this issue had his whole being poured into it and there was something broken in his eyes and despair deep in his tone.
“You may be resigned to it, but I’m not. There’s got to be a better way. Coexistence is possible. Hurting humans is wrong too. I’m going to find that way and I’ll oppose you to do it.”
“That’s why I have you. That’s why I value you more than anyone who’s just a Team Plasma member. Do it. Show me your vision. I want to believe in you. You are my worth opponent, someone who can strike a different path towards the same goal.” He kissed her again and she could taste his tears, her tears, soft against his lips and she kissed him back like it was the only thing holding her up. “That’s why I love you.”
And then he was gone and she was left with her tears being washed away by the rain. “But I don’t know. I don’t know what to do or how. I can’t change the world. I’m just one kid.”
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