Promise By The Ferris Wheel (N x Reader)

Part 15: ghost is running out of things to name their story parts

 You wake up in N's arms and he still appears to be sleeping. You poke him.

"N? You awake?"

He stirs and lets out a quiet groan. "No, I'm still asleep." He opens one eye and smiles. "Good morning, Y/N. Did you sleep well?"

You nod.

He sits up, his green hair a mess. He quickly ties it behind him with an elastic that had been around his wrist. "Hey, what time is it?"

You check the Xtransceiver Colress had given you. "9:06."

"Oh shoot!" He steps out of bed and fumbles around for his stuff. "I had received a message from one of the Seven Sages telling me there would be a public demonstration today."

a. "Public demonstration?"

b. "Message?"

c. "What time do you need to be there?"

a. "A public demonstration?"

"Yes, a public demonstration. As the future King of Team Plasma, I have to be there."

b. "You received a message?"

"Yeah, Bronius contacted me."

c. "What time do you need to be there?"

"I believe it's at 9:30. Cutting it close."

That is cutting it close.

"Either way," he says while putting on his baseball cap. "It's just going to be Ghetsis and a few grunts preaching about the greatness of Team Plasma." He gently shakes Zoroark, causing the Pokémon to wake up with a tired growl.

Lampent is hanging from the ceiling, casting the room in a soft purple glow.

You call her and head out with N and Zoroark.

"So why do you have to go to these?" you ask him.

You two are walking through Mistralton City, near the airport.

"Anyone else would tell you it's for representation purposes, but really it's so I can go up to people and share my thoughts about how great Team Plasma is.

Zoroark scoffs. "Since he's young himself, he can start conversations with younger people. That's all there is to it." He crosses his arms.

"No need to be bitter about it, Zoroark," N tells him. "After all, it can't be helped." He reaches for your hand, but hesitates, sensing someone else.

Up ahead, there's a group of Team Plasma grunts. They're setting up two flags, just like before.

"Good, we still have a bit of time." N rubs the back of his neck.

Other people nearby are whispering about what could be happening.

"Is that Team Plasma?"

"Are they giving another speech?"

"What do you think about the whole 'liberating Pokémon' thing?"

N sighs. "People are already talking."

After a few minutes, the flags are set up and the grunts start getting everyone's attention.

"Here we go..." N squeezes your hand, then lets go quickly.