Sta.sh
Shades of Black
by =Masqurade-Chan1. Black
N never liked the color black. When he was little and drew with crayons, he would always leave the black crayon untouched. He thought it was a distasteful color. It was bland and useless. You could use pencil led to make the shade of black. N didn't know the point of the color "black".
And if Arceus had heard his thoughts, he heard the odd brown-headed boy introduce himself to a trainer.
"My name is Black."
2. Charcoal
"I am the king of Team Plasma."
N watched as Black stared at him dumbly. He jaw half open, he wondered if the boy was having a "brain fart" as he had heard from his acquaintances. Black continued to stare at him, unmoving. After moments of silence, he finally spoke.
"You're with that blasted organization that is trying to steal Pokemon away from their trainers."
It wasn't said as a question, but N replied to it none-the-less. "Yes,"
Black shook his head angrily. He got up from his seat in the Ferris wheel cart, almost bumping his head as he gripped N's shoulders tightly.
"Can't you see that Pokemon love their trainers?!" He yelled at him. "There is no reason to take them away from their trainers! Has it ever occurred to you that you cause more pain than restoring happiness when taking them away from the trainers that they most love?"
It was now N's turn to blink dumbly at the boy. It hadn't occurred to him. But N shook his head fiercely, not wanting him to think such thoughts. His mind pictured the Munna that bled to death not many hours ago.
Liberate the Pokemon.
"What is the meaning of love if there is hurt?" N yelled back, slapping his hands away childishly.
"That is what makes love stronger." Black whispered.
As N stared into his deep brown eyes, he began to second guess his doings.
3. Basalt
Once again, he had lost.
N had fallen to his knees, digging his nails into the ground.
I will liberate all Pokemon from their trainers!
That was his promise to those who had been harmed.
A warm gentle hand touched him on the shoulder, causing him to look up. Black stood before him, smiling sadly.
N stared back at him. That is what makes love stronger.
"Black". The color of ash and darkness. The color distasteful and dull.
N now saw that what Arceus had sent him, was the color of the love and freedom he had been searching for.
But sometimes I just like having N think of Black as one of his "true friends" (if I'm making any sense....)
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S[u]m[me]r
I am a WRITER. I draw my pictures with WORDS.
Icon made by the wonderful =Fiveonthe♥
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I'm a robot...lets go make some lame jokes!SHUT UP!
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S[u]m[me]r
I am a WRITER. I draw my pictures with WORDS.
Icon made by the wonderful =Fiveonthe♥
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I'm a robot...lets go make some lame jokes!SHUT UP!
You're writing is beautiful by the way. I love the emotions. Sigh, if only I could write like that... xD
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❒ Single
❒ Taken
✔ Mentally dating a character that doesn't actually exist
And anyone can write like that
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S[u]m[me]r
I am a WRITER. I draw my pictures with WORDS.
Icon made by the wonderful =Fiveonthe♥
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❒ Single
❒ Taken
✔ Mentally dating a character that doesn't actually exist
It's like it's nice to see Black acting as N's first friend. The dude who acts like a bro to him. Aaaaaaaaaaa this is tooooo kyoot!
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My social life is like my cat's bowl after lunch = Empty
I will forever LOVE this until the day I die! -> [link]
THANK YOU DARLING
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S[u]m[me]r
I am a WRITER. I draw my pictures with WORDS.
Icon made by the wonderful =Fiveonthe♥