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ThatoneAsianNPC

Published: Feb 13, 2013

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Italics are N, regular is Hilda

So when I say,

I'm on my way,

I'll miss you baby,

Don't hurt me now.

I'm not okay,

But I found a place,

Where I can stay,

And just think it out.

"Hilda, I will only be traveling for a while. A year at the most."

Even with my words, she still looked sad, or heartbroken, or shocked, or some other emotion. I still did not quite understand how these human emotions worked. She could have been joyful for all I knew.

I needed some space. After, well, after the whole Team Plasma thing, I needed to escape from Unova, flee from the painful memories that lurked within me- the dreadful ones that I had caused. Needed to start a new life, or at least try and salvage the one I tore apart.

Of course, I also needed to learn about... Well, humans. I had realized that my knowledge of the world and its culture was not very large, and what better way to learn about it than to immerse myself in it, and in a completely new region?

But of course, a complication. Hilda, the girl who changed my ways and I believe to have saved my life. Yes, a complication.

Because she did not want me to go, and I did not have the faintest idea of why.

Why- why did he have to go? It didn't make sense. Just didn't make sense.

I freaking chased him (well, for the badges, really, but he was always in the way) all across Unova, marched right up the Elite 4, caught a huge legendary and yelled at him for two straight hours just to knock some sense into him. And what does he do?

Leave.

Yeah, sure, he says thanks, but that's, like, IT. As if he doesn't really acknowledge the person who acted as his freaking MOM for a year or so!

Nope, he couldn't stay a while, couldn't be friends (or something...more? Ack, stop thinking that, Hilda! You barely know the freak!) and he leaves, just leaves, because he's apparently "ashamed", like- whatever. I'd say he was a wimp if not for the fact that he actually came to say goodbye. But then, why would a guy come and say goodbye if they'd be too ashamed to say anything, anyways?

I swear, the guy's nuttier than Cheren.

How could I make her understand? I need to escape. Escape from the memories of the Pokémon that I stole. Escape from the memories of people's hearts that I had broken. And it may sound silly and laughable, but I also needed to escape from those infernal Purrloin.

"Look, Hilda, I-"

"You what? You need to run away from me? Because you lost to me? Or do you need to hide so you can cry all over your sorry self? Or maybe you need to disprove, oh, what's his name, Fermat's theorem? So you can come back to me with a little shred of pride and shove it in my face? WELL, I DON'T THINK SO!" Hilda's face twisted in anger (I think that's what it was), and she pointed her finger at me, marching forward with an amazing force until she was poking my stomach.

I stepped back in shock.

"Hilda-"

"Oh, no, don't you dare 'Hilda' me! Give me a good reason as to why I should let you run away! Because if I have to chase you down in some random unknown place and knock some sense into you again, you and your stupid Pokémon are gonna have some permanent brain damage!"

"B-but I-"

"Look, just because you lost doesn't mean you've gotta be a sore loser. Just get over it! You don't just run away from all your problems, you face them!"

She had a point. I couldn't just keep running away. But, then again, I shudder to think of what would happen to my mentality if I stayed here.

I just didn't know what to do.

Oh, so he thinks he can try and talk me into it! What is his problem, anyway? I put my hands on my hip, and scowling, waited for an answer.

His "answer" took me by surprise. It came suddenly, in the form of tears, sparkling droplets of water that trickled down his face and went splat on the ground below. After a moment, he fell to his knees, crumpled down on the ground in the tiniest, most pathetic way ever imagined, and mumbled a single word.

"Sorry."

And he... He just stayed there, whimpering and shaking violently.

What.

What the heck was wrong with this guy? Was he like bipolar or something? What happened to the N who challenged me with his legendary Pokémon? The one who pushed me onto the Ferris wheel?

So now I have a sniveling bipolar insane green-haired guy at my knees.

Is that good or not?

Idiotic. I was so idiotic.

Yes, of course I could run away. I could move to another region and stay there forever.

But what would I gain? I couldn't keep running. I had to face it sometime. But not now. Never now. That would be insanity.

Never in my life had I ever faced this kind of dilemma. I was always a prince or a king, always got what I wanted, never had to face this kind of thing.

It took me by surprise. I felt like a child again, wondering if I should run away from dad or face him. I usually chose to run away. When I did stay, I usually got beaten up, unless there was one of his servants, well, workers to help with my escape.

The ones that helped me, I remembered with a smile, were the ones I'd consider as friends.

Friends. Hmm. That gave me an idea.

This guy really was insane.

About a minute or two after he just broke down like BAM, he stood up, wiped the tears from his eyes, brushed the dirt off his pants, and gave me a smile.

Like, a really big smile.

Oooooookay.

Well, this was... interesting, to say the least.

"What the heck is wrong with you?" Was the only thing that could come out of my mouth at the moment.

Oh dear. Looks like I was a madman to her now.

I wondered what I did wrong. I gave her my best smile, but...

Maybe I should try something else? Problem was, that probably would not go very well, considering my knowledge (or lack of) humans.

Well, I should at least try speaking to her, I reasoned.

"Well," I thought for a moment, and continued,"What, indeed, is wrong with me?"

Hilda simply looked at me like I was speaking Latin.

"Ah, forget what I just said. Sorry. Um, well, what do you mean, what is wrong with me...?" I stammered, faster than my already nearly unrecognizable speech.

Hah.

What was wrong with him? Well, that was easy.

Shrugging off-handedly, I replied,"Well, let's see. Let's start with the fact that you're a genius, but you don't seem to have a lot of common sense, so I, of all people, have to capture a legendary just to knock some into you. And then, without really even staying for a while, you decide to leave, even though you know as well as I do that running away is a really stupid thing to so. When I yell at you, you break down like a five year old victim of murder, and then you get up and smile at me like nothing happened. Care to explain?"

She had a point.

"Ahem, well." I would have to tell her about my childhood, wouldn't I. She would not understand why I was so... Childish, she had said, otherwise.

Hmm. I trusted her. But still, to tell her about my childhood...

Well, it must be done. Especially if she is to calm down.

"Hilda. Um. Well, you see... I, uh, well, I don't usually say this to a lot of people, but uh... I trust you, I guess, so, uh, I guess I'll tell you..." I really did not talk about this particular subject that often, so my speech was irregular, and rushed at some points and faltered at others.

The sooner I get this over with, the better.

He trusted me?

Uh... Wow.

That's, um, interesting.

Peachy.

"Look, Hilda. I was... Not treated... Er, well when I was young. By my father. Um..."

I was nervous, I think. Taking in a deep breath, I tried to calm myself.

"I got yelled at when I couldn't do what he wanted, and I was locked up inside the house, and- well-"

"Hold on. Locked in the house?" Hilda asked.

"Y-yes, locked. I never really saw the outdoors for quite some time. So, er, I am not familiar with normal human... culture. That's why I seem like a child sometimes, I suppose. You've called me that multiple times before, correct?" Hilda nodded slowly, and I continued.

"So I never really got to know the outside world, and other Pokémon and other people. I guess, when I went out... Dad controlled me. I didn't know anything about the world. The world was all black and white. Right and wrong."

I was rushing now, desperate to get this out.

"And that's when you came in. You showed me that there was gray in the world too, and different colors. You showed me that people could have bonds with Pokémon that were beneficial to the both of them. And, then I realized that I hurt a lot of people."

"I need to get away, Hilda. This land scares me. I'm reminded of all the people I hurt, and the things I tried to do, and my dad. It's like a living nightmare. I can't- I can't live like this anymore. I just need to go away, to travel. And, of course, I need to learn about people."

"I know I can't just run away from my problems. But I can't stay here, at least for now. I need to find a friend, somewhere in the world, and hopefully that will give me the courage to come back. So please, will you let me go, Hilda?"

Exhausted, I shut my mouth, sat down, closed my eyes, and prepared for the worst that Hilda had to say.

I blinked. I blinked again.

Uh, wow.

That was long.

I think all that black and white business kinda went over my head.

The rest of the stuff about his childhood, hmm, actually kinda made a little sense. I guess.

At least it was pretty obvious to me now that this guy had serious problems when he was young. Well, I mean I knew that, but I didn't know it was that serious.

So that's why he acted like a really smart kid all the time. Because he had the time to learn that funky stuff.

But, uh, he must have been lonely. At least I had a mom who cleaned my room when the occasional Bianca or Cheren messed it up.

No wonder he had wanted to leave.

A living nightmare, he had said. Wouldn't I want to run away, too? The more I thought about it, the more I agreed with him, but I also felt sad, because I kinda wanted to help him. But he was leaving, so.

So when I finally spoke, I only managed to form a single sentence at first.

"So... You're leaving?"

I took a deep breath, and forced myself to continue.

"You said you trusted me, right?"

"Well, I kinda trust you too, if that means I know you won't kill me at the current moment."

Another pause created by me.

"But, uh, I know you probably need to get away, and that's great, but..."

Pause.

"I'll miss you. A lot."

Pause.

"I think you should know how that feels, N."

Pause.

"Don't wreak havoc in another region, please."

I turned away. "Goodbye. See you in a few, I guess." And with that, I started walking away.

I opened my eyes, and stared at the ground. Took a good, long look at the dirt which haunted me.

Might as well try.

Then looked up at the retreating figure. I called out.

"Hilda. You would... You would miss me? Is that, another, um, reason as to why you didn't want me to go?"

"What do you mean, of course I would! It means a LOT to me!" Hilda huffed and turned around.

A friend, I had said. I had needed a friend. I still planned on going to another region, but a friend from here would help, too. Perhaps...

"Then... Would you like to go with me?" I offered.

Hilda turned, and then looked at me incredulously.

"I- I'm going to go to Kanto. There's a town- Pallet, I believe. It's small, and perfect for me to begin. I'm going to travel across that region. Then I'm going to go back. But, I think, I would need a guide, and..."

"I was hoping you could do it?" I looked up with a smile at the astonished girl.

Me? Go with him?

Well, I guess he did need mental help. I needed to go and travel to Kanto, anyways- to help Prof. Juniper collect more data for the Pokédex.

But I would have to say goodbye to Cheren and Bianca and Mom and the rest. For a while, at least.

N...? Or the rest of them? I had planned on going to Kanto, but not that soon...

"Um, N... Look. I would love to go, but I need maybe a week or two, or maybe a month, to make preparations and... Say goodbye."

"Goodbye...? To who?" N was obviously confused.

"My mom, N. And Cheren and Bianca, and all those other people I met." Count on N to be the antisocial idiot of the group.

"Oh... I see. I can't stay here any longer, though, so... I... I have to leave."

"Then I'll see you in a month in Pallet." I sighed. Hopefully a month wasn't enough for the guy to get into another evil scheme. Hopefully.

"Um, Hilda. Look, I- I just want you to know, that, uh, sometimes, people, like Pokémon, might need to be released... For a little while at least. I think. It's not healthy to keep a person bound too tightly... you know what happened with me and dad."

I nodded dubiously. I guess... He was right. Just try and not think of the mistakes he might make while 'released', Hilda. Just for a month. You can do it.

I turned away and started to walk away, when he called my name.

"Hilda! Wait!" He came up to me, and grasped my hands. He let go, and then ran into the distance.

There was something in my hand. I opened it, and on a crumpled piece of paper...

N's X-transeiver number was there (he seriously had one? That would have made things so much easier), with a note.

Hilda. I will be leaving now. I just want to say thank you for helping me the color in things, and I hope to see you soon. I'm sorry if I upset you, because you seem to be the type. But I really do need to escape from this place. Once again, thank you. You're a nice person.

Also, I rarely use the X-transceiver, so it is probably not a very effective means of communication.

Best Wishes,

I rolled my eyes. N was always going to be so dramatic, wasn't he.

Count on me to start with some very IC characters and then make them OOC and OOCer as the story goes on. I'm a genius. Seriously, I like the first part, but it seems like I can't do long pieces otherwise they start to unravel near the end, which isn't really a good thing.

Haha, if you thought this was actually going to be romance, IN YA FACE! But no, really, it's just friendship

I'm still putting this in the romance section because, after all, it is a "strong emotional and/or physical attachment", and this (hopefully) is a kinda strong emotional attachment, kinda... No... Oh well. Romance fits better than any of the other genres.

I pretty much actually made this for

, not as if she requested it, but simply because she likes the pairing. I kinda do too.

What we don't like is how all the fanfiction about it are remakes of Twilight. So I tried to change that. Ta-da.

Oh, and the thing at the beginning was based off of a little chorus of a song that I made out of the blue. I had to change some of the lyrics, but it's mostly the same.

THIS TOOK A LONG TIME.

(Also, no. This isn't the last thing I will be writing about Pokémon- hopefully! Don't worry

!)

Oh yeah, Pokémon belongs to Satoshi whatever his name is and Nintendo and TPCi and all those folks.

N probably belongs to the fangirls.

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izfish

Feb 15, 2013

Awesomeness!!!
Way better than the other fics I've read!!!
I love this!!!
Yay!!!

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