#nxtouko

Quite honestly, White was abashed by the entire situation. Even though it felt really good, after N had suddenly done all those lewd things to her, she felt like she couldn't even look him in the eye anymore. He had seen her everything, and she felt so shy about it, even though he had told her she was beautiful. He was normally so innocent and submissive, she hadn't expected him to take the initiative.

Where did his innocence go? Hmmm… I know what I'll do. He teased me, so I'll tease him… Hehe.

White creeps forward, heading towards N with a heated gaze upon her face as she plans out a scenario in her head.

N notices her approach, and his cheeks heat up again as he once again sees her nude state. White abruptly pushes him over on the bed, pinning his arms to his sides with her hands. He gazes up at her with wide eyes shrouded in arousal. She quickly begins to undo his jeans, causing a gasp to escape him. She deftly unbuttons them, slipping the fabric down to his lower thighs, not bothering to take the garment fully off. A smirk makes its way upon her face as she sees from the bulge of his navy boxers, the fact that he was clearly still aroused from earlier.

White leans down towards his lower half, running her tongue across the waistband of N's boxers and slipping her tongue underneath the fabric slightly, causing his back to arch as he lets out a deep moan. Encouraged by his sensual response, White abruptly pulls down the elastic waistband of the boxers, freeing his erection. He doesn't even have time to think before White leans down, taking his entire length in her mouth, sliding downwards until her skin met his hips. His entire body convulses as she does so, and his eyes roll back slightly at the intense and passionate feeling she has bestowed upon him.

White begins to bob her head up and down, licking his length as she did so, running her tongue around it. Each time she ran her tongue to the top, she would run the warm wetness around his tip, suckling the head and causing him to mewl in pleasure. N feels like his entire lower half was on fire, and he couldn't help but squirm beneath her intimate actions. He still wasn't used to this sort of intimate thing, and he felt like his entire being was being engulfed in the pure feeling of the carnal actions.

Her warm saliva trails down his length as she runs her soft tongue up and down the skin, tantalizingly teasing him. Each time she runs her tongue towards the top, his hips roll upwards involuntarily because of the intense feelings she was giving him.

"Mmn..." He moans under his breath, his eyes rolling back slightly in the wake of pleasure. "Please, White..." He whispers between heaving sensual pants. "More..."

More than happy to oblige his requests, she increases her pace, sliding her tongue across his length with greater haste, hoping to tip him over the edge and make him lose control. She engulfs all the skin within her warm mouth, sliding downwards to take the entire length over and over. The repeated actions by her mouth make lewd wet noises, which only furthers the mood between the two.

N could feel his release coming, a slow and yet intense building. When it finally hits him, he moans loudly, his hips convulsing as his warm and wet release flows outward, painting across White's entire face. White hadn't expected such a sudden expulsion, and her face was in shock. N lay upon the bed, continuing to pant with his eyes closed. He felt utterly spent and exhausted, hardly even able to open his eyes. But when he did, he was astonished to see White's entire face covered with his release.

"White…. I'm…. Sorry..." N murmurs, barely even able to whisper those words before he promptly passes out, completely and utterly exhausted.

She looks down at his tired looking but handsome sleeping face, his green hair splayed all around him messily. His pants were still off, and with a little giggle, she throws the covers over him so he wasn't just laying there naked. She was aghast that he could fall asleep in such a situation, although it seemed he hadn't really wanted to in the first place, simply that he was too tired to stay awake any longer. Rolling her eyes with a blush, she quickly leaps off the bed and heads to the bathroom to wash up.

The next day…

After having left the motel the previous day, N and White continued north towards Snowpoint City, the weather of the previous day not nearly being as big of a problem as it was previously. They spent the morning peacefully flying through the skies on their dragons, enjoying the quiet company of one another and the brisk winds upon their faces. However, upon landing, they were in for a big surprise when the entire city was shut down completely.

N and White approach the city entrance, surprised to see that the normally unmonitored gate had a flurry of soldiers stationed at it. They both assume there was some sort of security measure added in order to enter the city, so the pair thought nothing of it. However, it seemed suspicious when the guards started to whisper to each other, pointing at N and White.

"Hello, do you need something from us?" White asks, trying to sound friendly, although she was a bit nervous. She couldn't help but wonder if something bad had happened in the city, which could explain all the extra guards. But she still wasn't sure why they seemed so suspicious of her and N. It was rude to point like that, and N was feeling disturbed by the whole situation too.

"Good afternoon. We'll need to see your trainer cards before you can enter." A female guard says sternly, not offering up any alternatives. White hesitantly digs through her bag, handing over her card, just hoping the whole situation would be done with as soon as possible. N does the same, showing his card to the security woman.

The woman takes both of their cards, inspecting them sternly. White feels nervous as she sees a creepy looking smile grow upon the security woman's face. "It's them alright. Put the plan into action!" The woman yells, and within moments, White feels many pairs of strong arms grab her from all sides all of a sudden, and she hardly even has time to react.

She screams, and the same happens to N. They are both quickly handcuffed. They both struggle against their restraints, but to no avail. The dozen of guards had already arrested them. White continues to scream and flail about, but is silence when an annoyed looking guard kicks her promptly in the ribs. She whimpers quietly from the impact, and N roars angrily in defiance.

"White! Don't you touch her! I'll-" His sentence is cut off as he also receives a kick, but this one was harsher, and he feels his rib crack. Pain spreads quickly through his body, and he falls over in agony.

White whimpers more as she sees N injured, and another guard groans in annoyance under his breath. "Let's just duck tape these brats so they shut the hell up. Don't injure them too much or he'll be pissed. For now, just use some of that stuff to knock them out so we can transport easily."

They were quickly gagged and blindfolded, and White had no idea what was going on. Suddenly, a rag was put over her nose, the rough fabric sliding against her skin. She tried to struggle away from it, but someone was holding it against her nostrils. She hated the strong burning smell that permeated from the rag, it burned her nostrils and made her want to vomit. She continues to violently struggle until she could quickly feel her waking self fading away.

The only thing White could hear as she awakened was the loud roaring of tires scraping along the ground, sounding as if they were having trouble navigating the terrain below. The hum of an old engine of a large sounding car was also audible, and she instinctively sits up, wanting to know what was going on. She assumes she was in the back of a truck, based on the feelings of the metal beneath her hands. Confusion sets in as she realizes she was blindfolded and handcuffed, but still able to move slightly. She could also feel that her mouth had something foreign within it, and she realizes she was gagged. Terror sets in as her groggy mind as she attempts to fathom the situation, and her thoughts quickly turn to N and his whereabouts. She desperately and blindly gropes around, hoping to find anything that could help her escape.

White's hand meets something unexpected. She feels soft silky yet disorderly hair, and it feels incredibly familiar. It only took a split second for her to realize that the hair belonged to N, even though she couldn't see him. She desperately inches towards the hair, hoping to find him. She clumsily trips in the darkness and collapses on him, earning a muffled groan through N's presumed gag. She feels him rustle beneath her, and assumes that he is getting up.

Moments later, she feels a figure brush up against her, and hair tickles her nose. It was an attempt at an embrace, but it was difficult, given the blindfold and handcuff situation.

White kept her eyes peeled for any sort of wildlife, but after spending a few hours sitting around doing nothing, she felt like she was going to go crazy. There hadn't been a single sign of any Pokemon nearby, and the midday sun was just starting to beat down on her. The morning sun hadn't been too bad, but the afternoon sun was brutal. With her lack of water for the last day in the terrible climate, she felt like she was going to pass out. She no longer focused her sights on trying to look out for Pokemon, but instead was trying to focus on not passing out. If she passed out, with no one around, she might be viable to any sort of jungle predator that might suddenly appear. Although it was unlikely, with the jungle seeming to lack any sort of life, it didn't necessarily mean that there wasn't any wildlife. They might just be really good at hiding.

Eventually, every minute of trying to force her eyelids open felt like an hour. Her eyelids were fluttering open and closed at her desperate attempt to stay awake, After a while more of struggling to stay conscious, she had slipped into a deep fitful slumber without even realizing it.

*Later*

White is awakened by the quiet sounds of N and Steven's desperate voices. They sounded exhausted and worn out.

"I don't think we should wake her up, Steven…" She hears N say, and then hears the sound of him plopping onto the sand with a thud. "I think she needs her rest…"

She hears an exhausted sigh from what she presumes to be Steven. "Think about it, N. She should be awake in case any sort of threat is around. I agree that she needs the sleep,, but will probably be able to stay safe and escape if some sort of threat appears while she's awake."

"I suppose you're right. I want her to stay safe…" N murmurs.

White was pretending to be asleep still, and her heart warms at their concern. She slowly opens her eyes, surprised to see that many hours had passed since she had fallen asleep, since the sun appeared to be starting to set. She gasps in horror as she takes in the sight of the thoroughly beaten up N and Steven. They both had various gashes across their bodies, and their clothing had lots of little tears across them. They were covered in dirt and their hands looked especially scraped up. They both looked like they were going to pass out any moment, and basically looked like they had gone through hell out there in the jungle.

*I wish I could have helped them… White thinks with feelings of guilt consuming her. I know I can't help that I'm injured, but I feel like a burden…*

N notices White's now opened blue eyes. "White! You're awake. I'm sorry, but we weren't able to find anything… But we want to go out looking one more time before it gets too dark out. We're gonna go in a different direction this time, and hopefully we'll find something. We just thought we'd come back here and tell you that we're okay, since it's been so long. Are you doing okay, White?" He reaches his hand out gently, giving her hair a little ruffle.

"Yes… I'm fine." White murmurs. Even though she felt like crap, and she knew N did too, it wasn't completely unbearable.

"I'm sorry White, but we want time to go looking for supplies again before it gets completely dark out. Are you ready, N?" Steven asks.

She notices that the relationship between Steven and N seemed to have improved. She wonders if they bonded while looking for supplies, and she smiles a bit at this thought. They were always bickering, she thought it was about time that they started to get along.

N and Steven wave at her as they then trudged tiredly through the sand, looking like they were going to fall over at any moment.

Tears prick the corners of her eyes as she watches the pair of men pathetically limp away with injuries littering their body and their eyes glazed over. She wanted to help so badly in any way that she could, but it hurt so terribly to move at all. As the pair disappear into the jungle, she attempts to stand for the first time in over a day. Her entire body protests, and her vision becomes incredibly shaky and blurry. Her arm pulses in agony as she gets her first knee up. Then, suddenly, her vision blurs completely out and she finds herself collapsing upon the sand.

Luckily. She landed on her uninjured arm. Despite things hurting even more now after her little fall, she felt more determined than ever.

*I can do this. I can do this.*

White puts her first knee out again, managing to put all the weight on that. With much struggle, she is finally able to stand up. With a groan, she staggers towards the jungle, her fists clenched in determination.

*Steven and N went towards the east originally to search… Then they were unable to find anything, so they left to search the north part. Maybe I should try the far west area? They haven't explored it yet, I might find something…*

After a few painful minutes of limping, she manages to make it to the edge of the sandy beach and at the start of the scary looking jungle. The jungle was so dense that you could hardly see far into it, only a few feet in. There were so many leaves and canopies that it would probably be easy to get lost.

She hesitantly takes the first step into the jungle, terrified of what would await her in the unknown area. Although the jungle was eerily quiet, you never knew what could be hidden in the dense forest.

White begins to travel through the jungle slowly at first, the pain in her arm slowing her down quite a bit. However, she found herself beginning to think of their inevitable fate if they couldn't find any food or water, and she was able to motivate herself to keep going, despite the horrible pain her body was in.

She felt like she had been struggling through the forest for days, even though it had probably been only twenty minutes. Every few moments, she would have to move a hanging branch or vine out of her way with her uninjured arm, but she still missed a few. She ended up getting quite a few scratches across her body, but she kept going.

Not to mention, there were also lots of bugs. White definitely wasn't a fan of them, and what she really wanted was to run back to her safe haven. However, she knew this needed to be done. For all of their survival. Eventually, every step felt like another mile to her. She didn't know how she kept going in her condition, but she did.

Suddenly, she heard a sound. It sounded like angels wings from above. Well, not really. It sounded like running water. It definitely wasn't ocean water, and she could hear the water rolling across what seemed like rocks. She runs towards the sound, hoping that it wasn't in her imagination. And then, she found it. The oasis in the middle of the desert. The one place they'd all been searching for.

It was a tiny clearing in the middle of the jungle. There was a small pond that opened up to a few tinier puddles below it, and there was also a banana tree next to the pond. White found herself drooling. She hadn't had any fresh water or food in such a long time, and it looked so delectable at the moment. She rushes towards the heaven on Earth, and gasps in surprise as her foot gets caught on a rock, causing her to spiral towards the ground. She screams in pain as she lands directly with all her weight upon her already injured arm, and her forehead smashes into the ground as well, causing her to go out cold.

*Meanwhile…*

"Steven! She's not here!" N screams in horror as he desperately searches along the sandy shores for White.

Steven comes running up behind N, clearly concerned as well. N had rushed quite ahead of Steven in order to get back to White faster, despite being dehydrated, exhausted, and quite scratched up. Steven is horrified to learn of her sudden disappearance. He looks around the beach as well, seeing no trace of the small brunette.

N begins to panic, holding his head in his hands as he collapses to his knees. "Where is she? Did she get attacked by some sort of animal? Is she okay? What are we going to do? Where is she?" His sentences become more muddled together as he starts to breathe heavily in stress.

Steven looks around, trying to think about things logically. "No… If there was an attack, there would be blood. I don't see any blood around here… Oh! We need to look for footprints in the sand, N."

N quickly complies, wanting to do any method needed in order to find White. Steven notices small footprints along the sand, which were leading towards the jungle. "There are footprints here! They're leading towards the jungle… Do you think she left of her own will?"

N chuckles brokenly, his voice sounding like he was barely keeping his own sanity. "It seems like something she would do… She was always so adventurous and energetic... I shouldn't have left her here alone… She probably felt so lonely and scared. I should have known something like this could happen… What if something happens to her? What do we do!"

Steven places a hand upon N's shoulder, attempting to steady him. "N, calm down. She probably just wanted to help us look for supplies. She couldn't have gotten too far with her injuries yet. We just saw her an hour ago before we left again."

He nods, attempting to calm himself as well. "You're right, she can't be too far… Let's go find her!"

However, N knew that they also needed supplies. It had already been a while since they had eaten, and N was feeling terribly thirsty in the tropical heat. He knew White was probably feeling the same too. However, he didn't want to leave her alone. And so they were left there in the blazing sun, laying along the sands of the beach, waiting for Steven to hopefully return with supplies.

N lay there with White for a long time, keeping close monitor over her situation. However, he began to lose track of time as the sweltering heat began to make him dizzy and sick to his stomach. He found himself staring desperately into the jungle, hoping Steven would soon emerge with water and perhaps some yummy tropical fruits. He felt as if he was going to pass out any minute, and he knew that he and White wouldn't last too long in the horrible tropical heat. Although N could probably pick up White and take them to the shade in the jungle, he was afraid of going in the jungle in case of a wild animal attack, especially with an unconscious White. He hardly felt safe on the shoreline, even when the jungle was so far away. N hopes to himself that Steven was alright and was going to return with some much needed supplies.

His throat burned with thirst, and he didn't know how much longer he could stand the conditions. White didn't seem much better. Even in her sleep, her face was scrunched up in pain from her injury, and she seemed to be becoming sunburned already. Her cheeks were overly flushed and sweat was dripping down her forehead. In an attempt to soothe her conditions, N gently leans over her in hopes that his shadow might offer her some freedom from the sun's rays. He stays like that for a while, laying his head upon her chest. It was unbelievably comfortable to him, and a small grin works its way upon his face despite the horrible conditions he was in. Her chest was just like a soft pillow, and he found it hard to stay awake any longer. His dehydration was blurring his vision, and he could hardly even think straight anymore. Eventually, with the heat continuing to boil down upon him, he finds his conscious slipping away from him as he falls into a deep and fitful slumber, still clutching onto White's chest in an attempt for a little comfort in the awful heat.

Later…

N awakes with a horrible parched feeling throughout his entire body. His body felt sore and overheated, and his throat felt scratchy and painful. He slowly sits up with a groan, not knowing where he was. His vision was cloudy, and it took him a few moments for him to remember where he was. It appeared to be very early morning, with the sun just starting to rise. It also appeared that he was still in the middle of the sand between the jungle and shoreline. As his mind snaps awake fully, he quickly looks around for White. He is relieved to see that she was sleeping soundly only a few inches away from him, curled up in a ball in the sand. He worriedly leans over her sleeping form and presses a hand to her forehead, making sure she hadn't broke out in a fever from her possibly infected wound. A smile grows upon his face as her head feels a bit warm, but not unnaturally so. It would be very bad if her wound got infected, since they had no medical supplies, but luckily, that was not the case. Even so, he still felt horrible that she had to be put in such a situation.

He looks around himself further, noticing a very beat up looking Steven sleeping a few feet away from them. He looked awful. His silver hair was tangled and dirty, and he had various gashes that appeared to be from branches across his body. N looks around Steven, hoping to see that he had found supplies for them, but was incredibly crestfallen to see that it appeared Steven didn't bring anything back. He lets out a frustrated growl under his breath as he realizes that they probably wouldn't be finding anything edible any time soon. He wanted food and water. He needed it. And not to mention, White needed it even more.

From N's distressed noise, Steven stirs in his slumber, murmuring something unintelligible and falling silent for a few moments before his eyes open. His silver eyes seem bloodshot and stressed. Their gazes meet for a few moments, and Steven slowly rises to his feet with an exhausted sigh, dusting the sand off his tattered suit. "I'm sorry… I wasn't able to find anything. When I came back here, you two were sleeping. I was very exhausted, and I ended up passing out not too long after I found you guys again." Steven looks down at his sandy shoes, ashamed that he was unable to find anything for their group, but also terrified at their lack of supplies.

Although N was frustrated in general, he knew it wasn't Steven's fault that the island didn't have much to offer. "It's okay… We can look later on as soon as White wakes up. If we both went out looking for food, we would have a better chance of surviving… But I don't want to leave White here alone… I don't think she will be able to go out in the jungle with her arm injury. Yesterday she could hardly even move because of the blood loss. I doubt she will even be able to move much once she wakes up. We need to find her water first. I'm so worried about her..." N looks over to White, a concerned frown upon his face. As she slept, her face seemed to be in pain, with her features scrunched up. Her injured arm was wrapped up in his black sweater, and the large amount of dried blood was visible even on the dark color.

"I'm worried too..." Steven murmurs. "But I really need help searching for supplies. If we don't find some soon, we are all screwed. I spent all yesterday looking, but I couldn't find anything. We might be able to save ourselves for now if we both look, but I also don't want to leave White here..." He strokes his chin in thought and then lets out a big displeased sigh. "I really don't want to do this, but if we all want to survive, we are going to have to leave White here to look for food and water. If we don't find anything soon, we'll probably die of dehydration first. I'm already feeling terrible in this weather..."

N nods in response, though not liking the situation one bit. It was a hard decision for him. He knew White wasn't in any condition to be moving around, and he didn't want to leave White behind, since there was a possibility that some sort of wild animal would attack her. But he also knew that if they didn't find supplies, they would definitely all perish. Steven needed all the help looking that he could get.

"Alright…. I'll look with you." N says, an upset look upon his face. The whole situation was just plain awful, and all he really felt like was curling up and crying next to White, but he knew they needed food and water.

So the pair waited patiently for White to awaken. They didn't want to wake her, since she needed her sleep. They also did want to leave without telling her first. It was completely silent around them other than the gentle swishing of the ocean waves upon the sandy shore. The sun had finally finished rising, and the tropical birds begin to chirp in unison.

As if on cue, White awakes from her painful slumber. Her body twitches in discomfort, the pain of her arm already returning. She groans as she slowly sits up, her sore body protesting every movement. As she moves her arms a bit in an attempt to stretch her arms and yawn, she feels a horrible stabbing pain from her injured arm. She whimpers in pain, cradling the injured limb with an upset look as she remembers the crappy situation they were in. Her blue eyes open, and she meets Steven and N's gazes. It was a bit startling to awake to two people staring to intently at you, and she felt awkward.

"Um… Good morning… Did you guys find any supplies?" She hesitantly asks, as her stomach grumbles in response. Her throat felt horrible and scratchy, and her vision was blotchy and blurry. She was desperately praying to herself that they had found water at least, but after surveying the area around them, it didn't seem to be the case.

Steven hangs his head in shame, disappointed in himself. "I'm sorry White…I didn't find anything yesterday. We all really need supplies, so I thought N should join me today so that we can find some. I know you're not in any condition to move around, so will you be okay staying here while we look around in the jungle?"

White lowers her gaze to the ground, not liking the idea of being left alone, especially when she could hardly move. N notices her look of fear, and he quickly chimes in. "But I can stay behind with you if you want!"

Steven elbows N in the arm. "N, we went over this already. It's a life or death situation. I need your help to find supplies. I don't want to leave White here either, but it's the best option to make sure that we all survive this."

White plasters on a fake smile, trying to reassure the men that she would be fine alone while they were gone, even though she was terrified on the inside. "Yea… You guys need to look. Don't worry about me, I'll just stay here."

Her words seemed to have fooled Steven, but not N. N reaches over to her, gently caressing her hand in a comforting way. He knew she didn't want to be alone, but he also knew she wouldn't last long without supplies. Doing this to her, leaving her all alone, it was tearing him apart on the inside. But, it was necessary for her survival, as well as his own. "I'm sorry." N murmurs, squeezing her palm in an attempt to soothe her. Steven watches the intimate exchange with an uncomfortable expression, but he doesn't say anything.

Not only was White scared to be left behind, but she also felt guilty. She would be stuck sitting around while Steven and N were doing hard work searching around in the incredibly hot jungle. She wanted to help too, but she didn't know how. "Guys… Is there anything I can do here to help us out?" She hesitantly asks, shuffling her hand around in the sand as she waits for a response.

An idea comes to N. "If the ship isn't gonna find us anytime soon, we need another way to get back to it. Maybe you should try to befriend some nearby Pokemon? They might be able to help us swim back. Or perhaps a flying Pokemon. However, I haven't seen any so far..." N is again reminded of how easily their situation could have been turned around if they had only brought their Pokemon. They had left their Pokeballs on the ship.

"Okay… Thank you." White murmurs. "Don't worry about me guys, go searching now. We need the supplies as soon as we can."

Steven nods, turning and heading towards the jungle. N follows behind, but stops briefly to look back at White. She looked so lonely, sitting there alone along the shorelines. She looks over to him, and their gazes meet.

"Please be careful." N calls to her. He hated to leave her, but it was necessary for their survival.

White simply nods, giving him a half hearted smile. Her arms were shaking, and she felt a bit sick.

The men head off into the unknown, and White stays behind, alone and injured, not knowing what was going to happen next.