Thunder And Flames (N x Reader)

Ideals Route [11]

(N POV)

You've watched me become this. You've been filled with this incomprehensible feeling of despair. You refuse to let me achieve what I've worked so hard for. You'll stop me, no matter what it takes, for those Ideals of yours...

Reshiram is behind me, fire seeping impatiently from her mouth.

We feel the same way.

Now Y/N...

Hurry up and come.

(Y/N POV)

You and Serperior rush up many more flights of stairs, taking them two at a time and nearly tripping over yourselves.

The closer you get to the throne room, the hotter the air becomes. You can't tell if it's from your own nervousness, or Reshiram's fire.

You reach the open-roofed throne room, and Zekrom lands beside you with a thud.

Dark clouds swirl around, mixing with smoke and sparks. A tattered blue carpet stretches out in front of you, lining the stone floors until it reaches a throne. There are stone pillars lining the room as well, most of them cracked, if not completely destroyed.

Most of the walls have caved in too, torn pieces of those Team Plasma banners sticking out from beneath the rubble.

N is sitting on the throne, a blank expression on his face.

Reshiram, standing behind the throne, flicks her wings, getting his attention.

"So...you finally came."

"N!" You take a step forward.

Zekrom and Reshiram watch each other carefully, both expecting the other to attack.

N stands up. "As you've travelled, you've seen many new things,. You've seen different perspectives, different Pokémon...and we met."

Zoroark, who had been curled up by N's feet, gets up and licks his trainer's hand.

N gives him a scratch behind the ears. "I don't think I've regretted meeting you... Have you regretted meeting me?"

You don't answer.

"Regardless, here we are now, your Ideals and my Truth being pitted against each other."

Serperior leans forward.

"Sounds to me like what you mean," you say, "is a battle!" You look up at Zekrom, who nods at you.

N shows a ghost of a smile. "You're right. I do wish to battle you, Y/N...but not using the Legendary Pokémon that have agreed to help us." He holds a hand near his heart. "Pokémon have been working with us for generations, but I wish to free them. I actually dislike Pokémon battles. It feels like we're exploiting them for our own selfish desires!"

You think you see him tear up, but it might be your imagination.

"So instead of a Pokémon battle, I propose this." He turns around and slowly retrieves two long, silver objects from behind the throne. He lightly tosses one at you, and it lands near your feet.

It's a sword.

Reshiram and Zekrom roar.

"Shirooooooo!!"

"Kuroooooo!!"

N holds his sword, pointing the blade at you. "It appears Reshiram and Zekrom wish to hold a battle of their own. So...shall we?"