N Harmonia

After several moments of blindly feeling around for the light switch, the room is finally illuminated. The furniture consists of light woods and soft green and blue fabrics. The only darker colors were that of the television and of the navy blue curtains meant to block out the light any sleepy guest may want to keep out. There were two beds and a nightstand set between them. Further back, next to the curtains, was a table, desk, and three chairs. On the overall, N was a little surprised the room was so welcoming. Not all hotels were this nice. A fitting place to stay during the flower festival.

Zoroark appeared to agree as he proceeded ahead of N to explore their temporary residence. He opened the curtain, in favor of the natural light.

"Not bad, huh?" N said with a smile as he flipped the switch off again. He laid back on the bed closest to the door and sighed at the softness. Everywhere in this floral town was pleasant, peaceful. Unpacking could wait a while. "Home, sweet home, at least for the next few days."

His companion, who had settled against the other bed, nodded in agreement to this as well, but then suddenly stood. Ears perked toward the door, the pokemon gave a low growl to alert N.

❤ : Most romantic thing I’ve ever done.

★ : If I saw a shooting star, what I would wish for over anything else.

"Something I would wish for, more than anything…" He wanted to create separate worlds for people and pokemon, because he thought it would be better in the end, but, "I would wish we lived in a better world… one where people and pokemon could coexist. In a place like that, a world with no strife, I wouldn’t have had to say goodbye to my friends."

★: If I saw a shooting star, what I would wish for over anything else.

☠: My biggest fear.

✈: Where in the world I'd most like to go on holiday.

♠: What I would say to you if I were to die tomorrow.

❤: Most romantic thing I've ever done.

♔: What I would do if I ruled the world for a day.

☾: Am I/Have I ever been scared of the dark/monsters.

♧: An item I keep that I think brings me luck.

Just two more days and he would be able to take the ferry to Snowpoint City and reach the mainland. He had encountered many interesting people while exploring this large Sinnoh island, but most of them were as harsh as the landscape. It was difficult to talk to them, much less get along, so he was happy to be departing.

N wasn’t sure what he had hoping to find by traveling to this island in the first place, but whatever it was, he had not found it. Perhaps he thought he would meet a trainer whose bond with their pokemon was what allowed him or her to reach great strength as to come here, but looking back it seemed a naïve goal.

Pokemon and trainers alike were gathered in the Battle Café, where he rested now. The café was his last stop before he would head to the ports in the Fight Area. Some trainers in the café were just here to enjoy the food, drink, or company of their friends, but as the name described, many others were here to test their strength.

One battle in particular, caught N’s attention, when he heard the cry of a pokemon who said there was no trainer greater than his own. The battle taking place was that between a young male trainer, and a girl in a black and white dress. There was nothing extraordinary about the boy. His pokemon were strong and cared for him, but there were few strong emotions outside of that. The girl’s pokemon was another story. It was her Arcanine’s call that made N turn his head.

After watching the battle through to the end, N learned the pokemon’s inner thoughts. The first thing he noticed was how much Arcanine loved his trainer. This feeling in the pokemon’s heart or bond between this pokemon and trainer could only be described as rare, and he was surprised to find someone like this battling here. The pokemon performed incredibly well during the battle, and seemed to enjoy himself. In fact, he seemed to want to push his limits even further, as if show his trainer what he was truely capable of.

Even though the pokemon’s opinion of battle was different than his own, and he hardly imagined a pokemon could really have such a view, he was intrigued. What was it about this trainer that brought these inner thoughts into her pokemon’s heart?

Getting up from the table, he approahed the trainer and offered a hand to her Arcanine before petting the pokemon’s head.