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After Volo had been defeated he was angry, how could he have lost? How could have Cyrus not agreed with him, especially since they shared a goal? It just went to show you truly couldn’t trust anyone. No. Not rei. Not akari. Not Cynthia. Not Cyrus. Nobody. They were all traitors. Every single one. Getting in his way for far too long. So he ran, he ran away from that stadium, he kept running, he didn’t know where, just away from all those disgusting people. But now that they knew his true goal, where would he go? Who would he turn to? It was fine, he was used to being isolated anyway. He’d just live in a cave like before, him and Giratina.
Wandering around the forest was nerve wracking in a way, if someone did see him, would they report him? Try and catch him? It was that single thought that haunted Volo. He wouldn’t let them take him, he’d fight, but seeing as before, they were stronger than him. Not to mention he was tired of eating berries and berries every single fucking day and-. Volo turned, he heard a branch snap, someone was there. Someone had seen him. He looked around, his eyes darting desperately. Until the figure walked forward. It was N. Volo hadn’t seen him since the day before his battle with Cynthia.
“What do you want.” He scowled, stepping back from N.
N looked down, Volo couldn’t help but pity him in some way, N had truly thought they were friends, that they had a special bond. But with the events that happened a few weeks ago the truth had dawned on N.
“…Do you truly want a new world?”
“Of course. This world is so unjust can’t you see? But you’re too blinded by the lies that these people will tell you.”
N glances at him, walking closer and closer. Snatching Volo’s hand and holding it.
“…I wanted to create a world like that too once. A world where Pokemon would live happily without pain and suffering. I suppose it’s not the same thing. But, using Arceus, forcing it to create something for you…that is not right.”
Volo struggled against N’s grip, trying to pull away from the horribly cold hand. The terrible look in N’s eyes, and the anguished voice of N.
“I don’t care. I don’t care about what you think. Your opinion is irrelevant to me. I will make a better world. Arceus will acknowledge me. I don’t need you to tell me anything. So I suggest you just leave, go and tell all your little friends.”
N stared at him, stared at him hard, perhaps he was angry. Volo had never seen N angry, but his nails were digging into Volo’s hand.
“You are so cruel. Cruel to yourself and cruel to the people who want to help you. Your pokemon, they love you. But all you choose to see is that they are tools, your goal is blocking that truth. I know you truly love your pokemon. That is why I trusted you. Yet I was wrong. You are not the person I thought you were.”
Volo laughed dryly, shaking his head in revulsion.
“Disappointed? I’m not the considerate Prince Charming you thought I was. That’s your fault for believing something so stupid like that. Even though you’re an adult, you’re still so childish and naive.”
N tightened his grip on Volo’s hand, raising it close to his face. It certainly hurt Volo, although N did not look as strong his grip was surprisingly tight.
“…I am not naive. I simply choose to be optimistic and see the good in people. I am not disappointed in the person you are but rather in your actions. I want to help you, but you don’t want my help. Can’t you see?….I…when I look at you I feel a warm feeling in my heart. Much warmer than I feel with others. When you do those things like, kiss me, or hug me…”
N covered his face, his face slightly pink, Volo had never seen N embarrassed before, the sight was certainly shocking.
“I only did those things so you’d trust me. All I wanted was you to speak to Arceus for me. That’s all it was. We were never friends, I was just using you. You’re just a tool to me, and now you don’t have any use. So just leave! Leave me alone! Stop talking to me!”
“It doesn’t matter to me. Even if it was false, I still got to experience what love was. Something I could never understand until now. You put up with me so long. Even though I am useless to you. I had already told you that I hadn’t talked to Arceus but you kept being with me.”
Volo stood still, disbelief all over his face. He couldn’t possibly understand why N would ask something like that. Would hold onto something so false rather than accept the truth. He wanted to push N away, to tell him to shut up already. But he chose not to. It was strange how someone could still love him despite his very goals going against all their beliefs.
Volo wanted to claw his eyes out, the sight was disgusting, disturbing even. Everyone was supposed to hate him, they were all supposed to be traitors. But N wants to love him, wants to forgive him. It’s so repulsive to think about.
“…you’re just a tool to me. I played along so you’d trust me.”
Volo kept hearing the same words spin over and over in his head. The same denial, he didn’t want to believe it. Didn’t want to believe that he thought of N in any other way. But all the stupid things he did were to please N, even though N was difficult to deal with Volo kept putting up with it. Where did the line between using N as a tool and more blur? Where had he lost his truth?
Volo glared at N, his face was too forgiving. Too soft and gentle. How could someone be so naive and stupid. But even as he felt unmeasurable anger towards this idiot, he still kissed him. Still held him and kissed him, there were no more excuses. Nothing more to lie and say. Volo didn’t want to love N. But he liked the idea of someone loving him. Enjoyed the idea of someone forgiving his every action. He wouldn’t mind being with someone like N, someone who once had similar ideas to his.
“…It’s going to rain. Come home with me.”
“I thought you lived in the woods.”
“I do, but when it rains I go home.”
So N brought out Reshiram, and Volo got on the Pokemon along with N. It was nice being up on the sky, and seeing how small and weak Pasio was. Like Volo could crush the whole place with his hand. But then that hand was being held by N’s.
“Will we sleep together?”
“Of course not! Don’t say something like that. I do not wish to sleep with you at all.”
N laughed softly until they eventually landed near a small isolated home in the colder area of pasio. They landed and Volo looked around slightly confused, N always seemed to enjoy the summer more rather than the winter, so why would he live in a colder area?
“I thought you’d live somewhere warmer.”
“I was going to, but when I was looking for a place I found a family of Hisuian Zoroark here…oh and I couldn’t help myself…they’re very cute..seeing the differences between my own Zoroark and the ones from Hisui is fascinating. Plus the little ones are very cute.”
As Volo looked around he noticed a few little hisuian zorua’s popping their heads out, happily hopping over to N and pawing at him. N seemed very happy, hugging all of them and holding them. Volo felt almost jealous. Almost.
“I never caught one. But I always saw them. They’re tricky ones.”
N smiled at Volo, noticing how bitter he looked.
“Come and pet them, they’re cute aren’t they? If you want to stay with me you’re going to have to make sure they like you.”
Volo got onto the ground, petting the zorua’s, they happily yipped, surrounding the two and jumping around. Volo wanted to feel annoyed, but with N next to him, and the little Zorua’s climbing onto his lap, he felt calm. Maybe even pleased. Perhaps, he could wait a bit more until his hunt for Arceus. Right now, at this very moment was enough to satisfy that anger he had felt for weeks.