♚ king, captured.

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nharmonium:

     N was breathing heavily, his hands shaking. What was he to do? He knew that Team Plasma was not where he belonged, but what other option did he have? Zekrom was simply playing on his uncertainty, and N knew it. But it was so convincing. He belonged with Team Plasma. He was nothing more than a pawn, and destined to be so.

     As Reshiram’s shadow was cast over him, N tilted his head up, just enough to meet its eyes. “…Hilbert?” he barely whispered, the word echoing in his head. The words that Reshiram spoke simply whizzed right past him; he did not hear them.

     Suddenly, a hiss of anger sounded in the back of N’s head. “That’s not your Hero, imbecile!” Sharp pain shot down N’s spine like lightning. He hunched over, whimpering, and then his body began to shake. His eyes glazed over, and slowly changed into a blood red color. N’s body stood, and met Reshiram’s gaze with its own.

     “I see what you’re trying to do here,” Zekrom growled. “I do not have time for your meddling with my Hero. He’s enough work as it is.

     “I think maybe it would be best for the both of us if you just stopped what you’re doing right now, so that nobody gets hurt, hm? This fight is between you and me. Not these two humans.”

     Reshiram rolled their eyes and scoffed. “Feh. You still deny the truth, even now?” The dragon stalked forward a step, its upper lip curling back in a sneer. “You’ve always been our weaker half, but not even I dared to think you would lie.”

     There was silence for a moment. Not even the Venipede, which had sensed the presence of the two gods, dared make a sound. They sat cowering in the bushes, watching the dragons’ exchange in breathless terror. Then, the momentary quiet was broken by Reshiram shooting forward. Faster than a bullet and more precise than a skilled marksman, they curled their hand around Zekrom’s throat, shoved it back against a tree, and said in a chilling whisper:

     “We both know you don’t care about who gets hurt, so long as you leave victorious.” Reshiram crept close to their enemy’s ear. “So don’t lie, sibling. Not again.” Their grip tightened slowly like a turning vice, only to suddenly freeze. With a gasp, Reshiram dropped their hand from Zekrom’s throat.

     “No,” they hissed, a thin stream of smoke rising from their mouth. “Go back to sleep, Hero. Let me deal with this--” Reshiram stopped, choking, and dropped to their knees. They clutched their head in their hands so tightly it almost burst. How can this be? they thought wildly. No mortal should be able to out-will me!

     Squeezing their eyes shut, they threw back their head and let a burst of fire fly from their lips. When their eyes next opened, they were no longer blue, but brown. Hilbert coughed, grabbing his chest in pain. There was ash in his lungs and his lips were scorched.

     And yet, he still managed to look up at Zekrom. He said nothing, but he didn’t need to, because his grievous expression said it all.

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nharmonium:

@trainerhilly.

     The wind whistled through the trees. “What do you think you’re doing?” a voice in the back of N’s head whispered to him. “Don’t you know that Plasma Castle is your home? Isn’t Team Plasma your family? What about everything you wanted?” The king’s hands slid up the sides of his face, and pressed against his ears as if it would help.

     No. No. No.

     Hilbert slept fitfully; he tossed, turned, and curled his hands in distress. The blue eyes followed him everywhere while he dreamt, unwilling to let him escape their fiery gaze. The time is now, boy, said the owner of the eyes. Can’t you see it? Lightning is standing before you, as weak as he’s ever been!

     Squeezing his eyes shut, Hilbert tried to will the apparition away. But they would not go and he was far too drained to make them--so instead, they slipped behind his eyelids, burning his retinas with their brilliance. 

     Fool! they then spat. If you won’t fulfill your half of the deal, then I shall do it for you!

     Suddenly, Hilbert’s body stilled. No longer was he sleeping restlessly; now, he was sleeping soundly, spellbound by the blue-eyed apparition who then claimed his body for their own. A fanged smile overcame the face they had stolen, turning it unrecognizable.

     A pair of luminous blue eyes opened in the place of keen brown ones, smoldering like embers in the darkened night.

     “How-dy,” the apparition, Reshiram, said in their own cold, mocking voice. Some time in-between smiling and speaking, they had crossed the patch of grass which separated them from N so that they could stand before him, looming. “Things are about to heat up,” they then continued with a strange glint in their eyes. “Are you ready for the challenge, Hero of Ideals? Because I promise you this: it will be your toughest plight yet!”

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