If Ideals Were Meant To Be, So Be It ( A Pokemon BW Fanfic)

Realisation

A/N And I'm back with a new chapter! I'm sorry it took so long to update, had a lot of work to catch up, but I do hope you'll enjoy the 4th chapter of this series. As always, do R&R and spot out any grammar mistakes I've made, and enjoy!
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Hilbert stared out the window. He noticed that Hilda had still made no movement whatsoever ever since her final confrontation with N. It had been a whole week since the two heroes tested the power of their beliefs, and the inglorius battle between the empty warrior and the puppetmaster, to which there was still no one that knew the existence of the battle except Hilda, Alder, Cheren and Bianca. Hilbert believed that this battle was meant to be hidden, and it should, without a doubt, remain hidden.

In every cliche fairytale, there was always a happy ending, where the protagonists foil the evil plans of his antagonists and they all would live happily ever after. This was a major difference between the current situation they faced. In contrast to how the ending should have went, their lives took a turn for the worse ever since their final hurrah against Team Plasma.

There were undoubtedly numerous of paparazzi waiting for the emergence of the Hero of Ideals. When Hilbert carried Hilda out of Team Plasma's castle and out of the Pokemon League, he was swarmed with speculators and reporters asking him completely redundant questions. Hilda was asleep in his arms, exhausted from crying her eys out after her rejection from N. Hilbert ignored the paparazzi right infront of him and looked and the sleeping beauty in his arms. There was no doubt that he held mixed feelings towards this girl, for one she ripped his heart out, crushed his meaning of existence and stole what rightfully belonged to him. On the other hand, she was, is and forever will be his Goddess. If he was Lord Arcues himself, he would destroy this pitiful world which holds nothing but pain and bloodshed, and create a new one catered to him and Hilda themselves, to which they would live the rest of their lives in pure bliss.

Hilbert knew it wasn't wise to leave Hilda infront of the massive crowd, it would've hurt her image if speculators decided to announced to the world that she was dating him, even though he wanted it to happen, to finally be able to get ther eyes on him, thus he rushed away from the paparazzi and into the nearest Pokemon Centre.

"Hilbert... where's N?"

Hilbert was dumbstrucked, after all that has happened, how in Arcues' name does she not know that N wasn't coming back? He honestly didn't know what to do, if anything, he was just as confused as her. How did it end up like this? Why couldn't things revert back to how they started their journey? They were all questions he pondered about, but simply couldn't find an answer.

"N, he isn't coming back, you know that..."

Never in his life had he found himself so guilty in answering a question. He hated himself for being weak; he hated himself for not being able to comfort her; and lastly, he hated himself from feeling a bit of joy for the fact that N was gone and was never coming back. It was a crime that he could never be forgiven, he knew it all too well. He gritted his teeth, turned his back away from the crying damsel, and went out for some fresh air.

Back to the present, Hilbert was still staring out the window, looking at the seemingly empty shell resting under the shade of a tall palm tree. It was a sad sight, Bianca predicted that things would be back to normal after a few days, that she would revert back to her cheerful and affable self after a few days. That day never came. She was still lifeless under that tree, not knowing what to do with herself. Her Pokemon were worried, especially Zekrom, occasionally you could hear her murmurring his name, the name of the greenette that ripped her heart out.

Hilbert stared at the pathetic sight laid infront of him. He knew this couldn't go on. Sooner or later her Zekrom would leave her when he realises that her ideals were dead, and this would throw even further down her blackhole cloaked with nothing but depression. He decided he needed to revitalise her, get her running, get her to regain what was seemingly lost.