AN: Most of these will be fairly short. Anything less than 1000 words (maybe more, don't quote me on that), dealing with N and Touko will be in this series. Warning: a bountiful amount of metaphors in later chapters and a bit of spoilers if you haven't finished the game yet. You've been warned.

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Shades of Grey

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If put together, black and white create grey

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A Ferriswheelshipping Oneshot Collection

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Real Winner
28 May 2011
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Touko could win the league, but lost something important.

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Touko could face the eight gym leaders from their respective gyms.

She could face all three brothers of Striation Gym, or calcify her victory against Lenora.

She could scale through Pinwheel Forest in denim shorts, never whining about scratches on her long, pale legs, small twigs in her tousled hair, or grass and dirt stains smeared on her cheeks.

She could get through the most swarming crowds, or get through the driest of deserts on foot.

She could hike her way up the tallest of mountains or through the starkest of caves - purely dark and arcane.

Touko could face the toughest opponents, making her way through any weather hazard that might slow anyone else but her down.

Touko could battle the elite four with full restores tucked in her laced backpack – her tenuous hands were not shaking of trepidation, but of anticipation.

She could face a legendary pokemon with nothing but her six pokemon, catching the beast with a mere masterball.

It was in her soul, knowing it were all things she was fully capable of accomplishing - she was meant for this. She could survive any obstacle, any challenge, any pokemon…

Yet, she couldn't even help a friend.

A friend, who didn't understand the world as it was. Who wanted to change it for the better; who she didn't agree with, but knew he had a kind heart for pokemon. A friend she had thought was her enemy that very morning – the one she was planning to give a crushing defeat towards.

He was a friend she felt pity for, because his trust and hope only seemed lost when she stared into his grave eyes. Every truth he once knew was Gone. Everything he believed in was Gone. Only pathos was etched in his eyes now, and the feelings that regurgitated through her being wasn't sweet at all, because he was now her friend, and she couldn't save him.

She wished to guide him to a better path, one where she could help him seek his truth he so desperately desired…

But she couldn't.

There was nothing but a farewell that left much to be desired and so many things left unsaid.

She could only stand there, bare and weak, as she lost a friend.

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AN: Very solemn, but not all will be like this! There will be 25 total until I say otherwise. I'm a bit nervous. Reviews will be highly appreciated. Thank you!