LusterOfZoroark

First, look at my profile picture and say Sky Forme Shaymin isn't flat out adorable....:)
I love books (Can't stay away from Warm Bodies for a minute) writing (see above) drawing (ha ha) and....drumroll...
POKEMON! I am a Poke Nerd! If I'm not writing, reading, or playing Pokemon....I'm sleeping! On Fanfiction, I'm always updating! Watching Youtube, is frankly, what I do while writing! Want a taste? Look below at my ongoing story!
Darkness

*I do not own Pokémon or its characters.

Chapter One

"Virizion, use Leaf Blade!" An exhausted White cried out weakly. The battle was had reached its climax, and already descended to a tiring battle with no interest. She was tired of it, tired of all the infinite, limitless battles. What did they achieve? Why did she have to be the hero? Her beloved best friend, Black, deserved the spotlight. He deserved the chaos only because he could deal with it better. She didn't want anymore of what she already had. But most of all, what made her most weary, was N. He was the only person who made her skin crawl. The only one who revolted her. The only organism alive she wanted to see dive off a cliff. Frankly, she hadn't hated him until he admitted, I am the King of Team Plasma. She had kind of liked the "innocent" boy up until then.

White snapped her attention back to the tiresome battle. The beautiful castle room had been torn apart. White nearly screamed as Virizion's whiplash of olive-green hit an invisible force field. The leaves slid off the shield harmlessly. White had not heard N utter a word, all she had heard was the piercing whistle of left over leaves falling at an incredible speed into her amber hair. White's commands echoed through the walls of the empty castle. "Virizion, be careful!" Frustration creased in her eyebrows. If she could hit Carracosta once, she would dominate the battle. But it was a mere dream that seemed to taunt her deep in her thoughts. What made it worse was N's heart-twisting smirk that didn't belong to him. It belonged to Ghetsis, with sincere cold meaning. It was an indication he was about to own this particular battle. The battle of a century.

White's gut twisted. She knew what this meant. Unova would be enslaved in a pitch black hell of darkness. It would be all her fault. She screamed bloody murder as he said the seven words that altered her world: "Carracosta, finish her off with Stone Edge."

"No!" She leapt in front of Virizion. Carracosta didn't halt in time, and lethal, deadly sharp stones pelted her. The pain was bearable compared to the aching pain flaring inside of her. None gained access to Virizion, which was her intention. Virizion whimpered, seeing its trainer go through so much just for it.

"Hm?" N tilted his head inquisitively. Skepticism danced in his clear, stormy, grey-blue eyes. "What are you doing? Have you changed your mind and decided you'll agree with me?"

Protest rumbled in her chest, and throughout every inch of her body. It felt like a gaping hole was in her chest that would be there forever, a wound that could slowly but surely tear her apart. N was going to tear her apart, bit by bit, until nothing would be left. He was going to expose her. Stop thinking like this. No, I don't agree with you N...But I can still save my beloved Pokémon...Sulfurous tears left a burning path as they dripped down her face. This would hurt her more than it hurt her Pokémon. "Yes, N. You can take over Unova. Do whatever you want. Just...please, don't hurt anymore of them. This battle is clearly over." Emolga, Darmanitan, Seismitoad, Zorua, and Reshiram had fought a fierce, hard battle. Only to faint, and be whisked away by somebody they hardly knew. Hardly liked. Virizion, who used to despise White, was the only one left. It was only willing to give humanity a chance.

Yet the adventure it and White had shared had came to a troublesome end.

"And here I thought I would have to push you, White. You truly are a remarkable trainer." N's eyes were tinted with pride.

He had genuinely complimented her. But Virizion wasn't so exultant. It was defiant, and growled low and hatefully in protest. At first, N seemed decent. He adored Pokémon, if not, more. He was honest, harmless, and just a little peculiar. What happened to his decency? His sanity?

White ducked her head. If she cried, she didn't want N to see. "Here, Virizion." She placed five exclusive Pokeballs on its back. They shook, enraged, even though they had no power to move. She stroked its grassy green hair, her frustration and despair apparent. She smiled weakly and gave it an apologetic look. Virizion cooed, and a single, lonely tear dropped from her chin. "Please find a safe place to live. May our paths cross again someday." The last sentence rang in her head like the Celestial Tower bell. Steven Stone's departure had depressed her to no end.

Virizion stared at her intently. This was the invisible, secret, sacred bond between the Trainer and the Pokémon. This was her own test. Since she couldn't understand the words of the legendary Pokémon, she tried to put as much love and faith in her eyes as possible. The returned love made her heart swell. But what made her feel even better was the way it turned to N, baring its knife sharp teeth, wearing an extremely murderous glare. N recoiled at Virizion's harsh stare. Virizion whined to its trainer, taking one last look. It could very well be the last time they would see each other. The Pokémon then decided White was wiser. She knew exactly what she was doing. Skipping over rubble, it bounded out of the main castle room.

"White!" the worried voice was unmistakable anywhere. Black burst through the doors. Worry warped his features. "White, I'm here! Are you alright?"

For some reason, she couldn't find her eyes to meet his. Her mouth malfunctioned, and she couldn't find herself to speak. "What the hell did you do to her?!" he demanded, but two Grunts restricted him. "She's only seventeen!"

"Take him away." N said flatly in monotone. "I don't want to see his face ever again."

"I'll give you nightmares for the rest of your wasted, pathetic life!" Black screamed, his voice cracking. N just smirked again, colder and more sinister than the last time. He struggled against the Grunts' grip.

"You can't hurt me." N waved. White shuddered. He looked exactly like Ghetsis when he did that. Creepy, disturbing, and eerie. Black struggled against the Grunts. He shrieked, trying to get away. When realization struck him, an everlasting promise lay in his eyes. "White. I promise that I'll be back for you. Remember that."

White's vision blurred with tears. She mouthed three passionate words of amity. He mouthed the same words back. It seemed to hang for a mute, quick moment. Then they whisked him away to who knows where. "Are you happy now?" She sniveled, picking up pieces of her shattered soul. She faced N with a hatred that flared more than the sun itself.

"Actually, I won't be unless you are." he replied, his voice leveled and smooth. White rose an eyebrow. It took her a minute to realize he was hitting on her. "You sick bastard!" she bellowed, and lunged for his throat. Two loyal and strong Grunts restricted her. She thrashed, making a valiant effort to punch N's smug, prick face. But they had her in a death grip.

N himself wasn't too familiar with the term, but he knew enough to analyze it as an insult. "Things will go better if you just cooperate."

"Why? Why do you want to separate Pokémon from people? You're hurting the people as well as the Pokémon. What if they don't want to be separated?" Her voice was meant to be more menacing, but it came out wallowy and wimpy.

"Don't you see, White? It's a new world, a Golden Age!" he breathed, completely ignoring the second half of what she had said. "And I like you. I can't live without you. In fact, on that topic, you will be my Queen, dearest White."

Now it was White's turn to ignore half the sentence. "And you think I like you back? Step a little closer. I want to see what a moron looks like without arms." White hissed, pure venom dripping from her blood-curdling words. She was pleased with his reaction; pain. He staggered back only one step, looking completely distraught. He acted as if she had slapped him. But it didn't even last a millisecond; he was fed up with her childish attitude. He clenched his fists and quivered with rage. Fury replaced the sorrow in his eyes. "White, you're coming with me whether you like it or not. I will go to extremes to make you love me, and pain will be an option."

White went rigid. There was a harshness in N's voice she couldn't ignore, a harshness she couldn't quite place. It was never there before. His face softened. "Here," he offered a hand. "Let's do this the easy way." White didn't believe it could actually be that straightforward. It was barely that simple now.

"No!" she threw a tantrum, and she had every right to. "Please, don't do this! It isn't fair! I'll do anything you want, just don't separate Pokémon from Trainers..." she pleaded. Anything but it being her fault. Anything but everyone seeing the "truth" in what Ghetsis and N said in their putrid speeches.

"Hmm..." N's eyes flickered. He was thinking, bargaining. White had a very, very dim light of hope that maybe he'd see what she was saying. Maybe she wouldn't be the reason people had to release their favorite partners. Maybe she wouldn't marry a psychopath. And maybe, though the chances were slim, she would see Black, her only true love.

Just maybe.

N hesitantly replied, "I won't force 'Unova..." he made sure she could see the disgust in the one word. "To release their Pokémon. On one condition" he was upset about his own decision, White could see that much. Relief washed over her features. But he had also said three agonizing words; "On one condition."

Forcing a smile like she had so many times already, she said, "Anything!"

The mischievous look in his eyes stood out prominently. "You're much more clever than that. I thought you would have guessed by now!" he chuckled lightly, though you could even feel the lechery. "You will still expected to be my Queen. I don't want to lose something so valuable."

All the color drained from her face. She felt cold and sick now. She struggled, but she wasn't getting anywhere anytime soon. She managed to elbow a Grunt in the face. She heard an inaudible crack. She had broken his nose. Crimson blood was already gushing out of his nose. N rolled his eyes impatiently, then met the injured Grunt's eyes. There seemed to be a mute conversation and agreement. "Get her on Zekrom so my Queen can sleep in comfort tonight."

"Comfort!?" she exclaimed. She finally broke free of the stray Grunt's grip. Nobody dared to recapture her. She was intimidating, other than the fact nobody else wanted a broken nose. But the Grunt who had experienced her rage firsthand had regained his strength (and pride) and grabbed some brickwork that had presumably been in the way of Zekrom and Reshiram's battle.A sick reminder of how sorely White had lost. He smashed it into the side of her head.

She fell to the ground, hoping unconsciousness would consume her. She wasn't that lucky. The Grunt yanked her to her feet and pushed her to Zekrom, more importantly, N. The light of dawn had a lingering darkness. White felt vertiginous. Of course, N would attack her while she was vulnerable. She stumbled onto Zekrom and into sweet, sweet unconsciousness.


This is what I do in my free time, instead of what a regular girl my age does! :) Anyways, I try to raise money for the books I write for tchildren with cancer. I'm too youg to donate blood... But I will when I come of age!:)
Love you all!
LusterOfZoroark/ a.k.a "Entei7800"