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[ It'd been a long time since that day. Since then, there is not a single day that N doesn't think of Touya, think of their battles, of the last confrontation, of what he was taught. Never does he stop feeling grateful for Touya after having lifted the curtain of lies before him, showing him that humans are not as he thought they were. And even though they never vocally agreed to it, N considers Touya his precious friend.
He thinks about Touya as he curls up in Reshiram's wings, gazing down at the lights dotting the streets from the hills on the outskirts of town. It's Christmas Eve already. Touya would certainly be celebrating with his family and his friends, showered with presents. N is satisfied in the company of Reshiram as well, but it does feel a little lonely...
But he can't just come and see Touya. He left on his own accord and never planned to return. He hasn't thought about what he would do if he came across Touya again, and he doesn't know what he would feel, other than the fact that he would be happy, no doubt. He reaches into his pocket and withdraws a glass ornament, intricately crafted with an engraving of a pokeball as its base. Touya popped into his mind when he saw this in a street vendor's shop, and it would be a perfect Christmas present.
... It'd be okay if he just leaves it at Touya's place without waking him, right?
So, on a whim, he lands quietly on the top of Touya's roof. He thinks this is the way to do it, isn't it? Santa comes down the chimney, supposedly, even if he may as well be a myth. It's late enough so he is fairly confident that Touya is asleep. And he's thin enough to slip down that hole.
He turns to give Reshiram a brief squeeze, before beginning to climb down the chimney, clutching the boxed and wrapped ornament in his hand. From here he can see the soft hue of light from the living room, and everything is quiet. Cautiously, he lowers himself.
-- and slips.
For a whole startling, painful moment, N has the wind knocked out of him as he feels his stomach and body drop straight down and landing with a loud crash on the burnt logs. And for a whole minute he is left so shaken that he doesn't realize the amount of noise he just made.
Well, this is unexpected. ]
He thinks about Touya as he curls up in Reshiram's wings, gazing down at the lights dotting the streets from the hills on the outskirts of town. It's Christmas Eve already. Touya would certainly be celebrating with his family and his friends, showered with presents. N is satisfied in the company of Reshiram as well, but it does feel a little lonely...
But he can't just come and see Touya. He left on his own accord and never planned to return. He hasn't thought about what he would do if he came across Touya again, and he doesn't know what he would feel, other than the fact that he would be happy, no doubt. He reaches into his pocket and withdraws a glass ornament, intricately crafted with an engraving of a pokeball as its base. Touya popped into his mind when he saw this in a street vendor's shop, and it would be a perfect Christmas present.
... It'd be okay if he just leaves it at Touya's place without waking him, right?
So, on a whim, he lands quietly on the top of Touya's roof. He thinks this is the way to do it, isn't it? Santa comes down the chimney, supposedly, even if he may as well be a myth. It's late enough so he is fairly confident that Touya is asleep. And he's thin enough to slip down that hole.
He turns to give Reshiram a brief squeeze, before beginning to climb down the chimney, clutching the boxed and wrapped ornament in his hand. From here he can see the soft hue of light from the living room, and everything is quiet. Cautiously, he lowers himself.
-- and slips.
For a whole startling, painful moment, N has the wind knocked out of him as he feels his stomach and body drop straight down and landing with a loud crash on the burnt logs. And for a whole minute he is left so shaken that he doesn't realize the amount of noise he just made.
Well, this is unexpected. ]