#featheredungrate

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"By y-your s-side till you h-heal."

(i knew u would send this finally we are gonna have the happy family au idgaf about what anyone says ok fuck everyone im a dragon)

He decided he was going to make a mental note to not jump in front of her pokemon to intercept an attack. Honestly he panicked and he landed himself in the hospital. “… I am never jumping in front of a Hariyama again.” But at least he was awake. Looking to his side —

"How long have you been waiting here? I’m sorry for this fiasco… Your mother must be livid…"

A smile crossed Ghetsis’ face (he was glad that N was there as he didn’t want to face Minerva’s potential wrath on his own).

Well, whatever her response was, he’d find out soon enough. The door swung open and his feisty beloved entered.

“Are you insane? Absol and I could’ve handled that on our own. I’ve been worried!"

Heading to sit at his bedside, Minerva ruffled N’s hair— “Arceus forbid you end up pulling stunts like your father… I don’t want you to rush into things like this when you’re older, ok?"

Focusing her attention back to the bedridden King, she huffed— “What type of daft wanker jumps in front of a Hariyama’s Close Combat?” Blue gaze softening she smiled. “You better not die on me. N and I need you around, so don’t forget that.”

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There is a note left for him, folded up in half. Fingerprints can be seen where it was handled by seemingly small hands, though they're died red. Inside are two simple words, the letters written hastily, messy. 'I'm sorry.' If one were to look for the who wrote those words, they would find him curled up in a nearby closet, his back facing the door, not making a sound. He still breathes-- he can't die again, after all-- but it's soft and shaky.

Nothing registers to the small angel, no words or movement. Not even his Pokemon are with him. His body is limp, and even with his blood dying his once pure white wings a deep crimson, the boy actually seems peaceful for once, as if he were simply asleep, instead of unconscious from blood-loss and pain.

The first emotion was, oddly, anger. I'm sorry? For what? Honestly, N had done nothing wrong (so why was Ghetsis angry?)-- Then came the guilt, the sorrow, the agony.

"N!"

No. Oh, Arceus no. He can't die. He can't die...

"N! Wake up!"

Where were N's pokemon? What happened? Questions with no logical answers filled Ghetsis' head (and none of that was any help. This was a crisis and he couldn't deal with something like this--).

He reached out to put his hand on N's shoulder and everything felt surreal. An angel couldn't die. N had died once and Ghetsis was at fault for that, so he wouldn't let that happen again. He couldn't. "I won't let you die... again..." I have to get help--

The only Sage who could see N was Giallo. Giallo was away on a trip to Kanto which left Ghetsis to deal with this entire fiasco on his own. 

"N... Please wake up... Please... I'm sorry if I've done something, but... I refuse to be the cause of your death again!"

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"N… I have only felt kindness like yours from one other human being… I know that in the future I may fail you… But you have saved my life time and time again. No matter how clouded my mind may become, I will cherish these memories always. Even if darkness consumes my senses, you have been my friend, and I cannot lose you."

"You are my only son, no matter what."

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N's trying to get Ghetsis' attention by thumping his little fists into his back. Though, he doesn't do it very hard, but he's been having trouble getting the other to see him again. [for that attacking (??) from behind thing]

He knew what that light feeling against his back was, and as skittish as he had become around the touch of other humans, this was a welcomed feeling. “N… I’m glad you’re still here…” At least he could still feel the angel’s touch, even if he rarely saw him.

"… I’m sorry… I know I haven’t been trying hard enough to get better… Everything’s jumbled… and it seems so dark…" A sigh escaped the Harmonian King—

"I met these two girls… I think you knew them once, too. A few years ago you mentioned them. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to believe you, only because I feared— I still fear— that in the end, nothing will change."

"N…They call themselves Anthea and Concordia."

I’m sorry… I can’t keep my promise…

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"H-how'd you g-get th-this?"

It had been a good five years since he had heard his friend’s voice. As his mentality had plummeted into Chaos, he had feared that N had vanished—

Now, he felt the boy’s feather light touch against his arm.

"… I … I thought you vanished…" A sigh escaped the older male— "The last time I could see you, I was fifteen… In the five years that have passed… I suppose that my sins have marked me forever." He smiled at the boy, a sad broken smile—

"I got in a fight with another trainer… Damn prat decided to have his Sneasel attack me instead of Hydreigon… But it was my own fault. My arrogance got me into the fight…. Don’t worry about me, okay? I’ll … I’ll be fine."

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I don’t know where I’d be without N. He’s been my only friend, other than Deino… And I’m certain Giallo’s right. He’s an angel, and he’s mine and … Will he save me? If the future me is as terrible as I think… will he stop that future?

It’s nice to have a human friend… finally…

It’s nice to have a human to protect.

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"Don't g-go...."

In retrospect, the whole situation could’ve been better. Well, actually— any situation that didn’t involve laying on the ground nearly dead would be better. It was for a good cause, and that’s all he had to tell himself— And plus, that future would be over. The prince had spent a good five years with N as his friend, and although he aged and N didn’t, Ghetsis didn’t care.

He smiled sadly at the boy— the boy who had been his guardian angel— the boy he was leaving behind due to some stupid decisions.

"H-hey… N, Don’t cry…" He coughed slightly, and as expected, there was blood. It was something that came with being fatally wounded by a sword. "At least… that future won’t be. And … You’re an Angel, so you will always be able to… help others… Like you helped me…"

"I’m glad that you’re at least here… And I’m sorry… about this, about dying…"

His breathing was labored, and everything hurt— “Thank you… for everything… N, I’m sure that we’ll see each other again… someday…”

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He wasn’t sure what was worse, the fact that he couldn’t see N always, or the fact that he had broken that promise from long ago. He hadn’t meant to lash out at the boy, and in the end, he’d only blame himself for that cruelty and lack of warmth. So he wasn’t sure if the boy was even still around the castle, but he wanted N to know— 

"Give a little time to me or burn this out,We’ll play hide and seek to turn this around!”

He hated the tears, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to make them stop—

"Give me love like never before,'Cause lately I've been craving more,And it’s been a while but I still feel the same,Maybe I should let you go…”