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[singularjustice]

[ If anyone is looking for N, he will not be easy to find. His Pokemon seem to be missing too, though his name still registers on the SFC. However, he does not seem to be answering messages, though one is free to leave one and try their luck.

He does, however, send out short messages to anyone he has made plans to meet with this week, leaving them a short message that simply says: I need to cancel this week. Sorry. ]


[Private Text to Red]
I'm sorry I upset you.

But I can't be sorry for fighting Silver. I'll leave him alone now. He's got his choices, and I said what I wanted to say.

But I couldn't just let him go like that. Let him take Feraligatr back and think he had won, that everything was going to be okay the way it was. Maybe it's not important to anyone else, what a trainer does to his Pokemon. Maybe to everyone else the rights of a human is more important. But not to me.

Green's right. I don't deserve you. I'm not like other people and I'm never going to be. This just proves it.

[ The message ends there, and then, a few minutes later: ]

Go to the Clinic if you're still feeling bad. And get some sleep.

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[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

[Red so badly wanted to go find N yesterday, because he didn't get a chance to properly speak what he wanted to last time, but his body fully gave out. He's still feeling weak, even now. But at this moment that he finally found a chance to talk to N, there's just no way that he's letting this go.

At the moment, he's lying down on a bed. He immediately sits up to read over this the best he can. And when he finished, his fingers trembled as he presses them against the SFC.

If only there's a way to instantly say everything he wants to, but all he can do is go through them letter by letter slowly, at least for now... Though, due to his fingers not cooperating, he had to constantly erase his accidental typographical errors.]

N, that's not it at all. everyone is different from each other. everyone has their own beliefs. you shouldn't feel bad that you are different.

the rights of a human is equally important as the rights of a Pokemon or any other animal. there's no one superior or inferior between everyone. it's just that sometimes people forget...

also, because everyone is different, that's why misunderstandings happen...

and despite how i acted yesterday, i actually respect your decision. it's still hard for me to understand how anything is dealt with violence, but i don't deny that sometimes violence is needed, or rather... if there is no other choice.

it's ... still sad, regardless. if only everyone can get along.

please forgive Green for his words... he has his own reasons, too. but even he should know that he's not the one to decide if you deserve me or not. it was my decision in the first place. what happens after that is for me to deal with... and of course, you.

N, I still don't know what has been troubling you... but my words never changed. i'm still waiting.



i want to see you, N...

[After sending the message, Red moves over to the nearest window and looks out. There's nothing on his face but a set of sad eyes.]

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ The next message takes a long time to come. It is good it is in text form, because otherwise Red would of heard it in a tiny, childlike voice. ]

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

I wasn't thinking straight... i was going to, in hopes of waking the two of you from that scene.

but i should've calmed down first. though with that kind of sight, i just couldn't stand still.

i'm sorry. i would never hurt you intentionally.

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ The texts still take a long time to come, as N tries to respond and erases every message. ]



[ He does not want to talk about himself any more. All the thoughts going through his head are painful, but he feels he cannot reach out. ]

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

how can I feel better when knowing you're not?

N, I will never feel better until I see you. my feelings haven't changed.

even though you don't like it anymore, I will continue to protect you. you don't have to accept my decisions, but this is what I decided to do.

N, no matter how much you think you're handling all this by yourself, you're not. I'm involved in this as well. even I'm trying to find the words to say.

but in the end, this is what I decided to do. I will always be here, even if you close the door on me. I'm still standing near you. I'm right behind you...

[Voice]

[messianic]

[He doesn't bother with text. It takes too long, and he doesn't much have the patience for that when he knows what happened to N.

So he calls.]

...N-kun?

[Voice]

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ The only reason he answers is because he knows Minato will worry if he doesn't. He manages to keep his voice calm and steady as he answers, though it is also very -- blank. ]

Yes?

[Voice]

[messianic]

...Where are you?

[He'll keep it basic. But N should know him well enough by now--he'll go find him if they don't talk. He simply will.

He doesn't leave his hurting friends alone.]

[Voice]

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ Now N is tense. He does not know what Minato knows, but he obviously knows something, which makes pretending everything is all right not an option. ]

I don't want to tell you. I don't want to talk.

[Voice]

[messianic]

[...a tilt of his head, not that it's audible or can be seen, but.

There is that slight pause.]

...Then what do you want to do?

[Action]

[flyingdreams]

[A mother always knows.

Normally, Mrs. Brisby saw N in passing at least once a day, as she roamed about. She dismissed it at first, but the longer she went without seeing him, the more disconcerted she was. She was more prey than predator, but even she could track a scent if she put her mind to it.

Which is exactly what she did. Look out N, here she comes.]

[Action]

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ She would find one of the abandoned warehouses smelled vaguely of N, but also of creatures -- reptilian and mammal, and the distinct scent of feline -- and of beings that her world would have no parallel for. ]

[flyingdreams]

[She was starting to get used to the creatures. She looked around the warehouse, finding a hole in the wall and climbing in through that way. She eventually found her way to him, and carefully whispered, so as not to startle him too badly;]

N...? It's me, Mrs. Brisby.

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ N jumps, looking at her with wide eyes. ]

Mrs. Brisby? What are you doing here?

Hurp rethought my tag

[flyingdreams]

I could ask you the same, you know...

[She approaches him, settling at his feet.]

But... I have a feeling you're not really wanting to talk to anyone. Let's at least get you out of this dark, dusty place. Places like this will be the death of you! We can find somewhere nicer for you to be.

[text]

[tangledlocks.livejournal.com]

[text]

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ There is no answer. ]

[text]

[tangledlocks.livejournal.com]

[A few hours later. Dammit, Jack is worried.]

[text]

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[text]

[tangledlocks.livejournal.com]

(action)

[trickfox.livejournal.com]

[Cannot deny a Zorua and his friends--

Wherever N goes, Zorua keeps close by! He's one of Zorua's best friends after all, who reassured him of his fears and worries upon first contact. So the Dark Fox liked to stay close to him and his Zoroark who he rather enjoyed being around. It wasn't his Maa, never will be his Maa, but he still liked her too!

Sleepily, Zorua pokes his head out and glances to N.]

Hey, N?

(action forever~)

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ N reached over, absently stroking Zorua's head. ]

Yes?

[trickfox.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't mind the affection, one eye closing briefly before he comes to lean against his best friend.]

Are you hurting?

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ N closes his own eyes. ]

...yes.

[trickfox.livejournal.com]

Can I make it better?

[There's a look in his eyes, if anyone has hurt him-- Zorua would hurt them in turn. Or try and make the hurt go away, just ask and he would do his best!

Though after a moment of considering.. His eyes seem to glow.

The surroundings change, the buildings and darkness all gone. Instead was a place that could possibly be recognized by N. Long green grass swaying to the gentle breeze, bright blue sky up high. It was Unova, to be precise it was where Zorua lived. It was an illusion, but the wind felt real, and the warmth of the sun did too.]