(A/N. Whelp this writing sucks and was poorly executed but I've had this idea for months so HERE. Also it isn't edited so YEET)

"C'mon N!" A brunette chirped, dragging N along the streets of Lumiose City.

N tilted his head like a Furfrou, "Why are we going, again?" He asked.

"This psychic is supposed to be the the best! She could tell you anything!"

N smiled, "Sounds fun, Devyn."

Devyn grinned, "I know!" She chirped as they appeared on the doorstep of their destination.

Devyn pushes the door open and the pair was immediately greeted by a puff of purple smoke. They coughed and sputtered as they pushed through it.

Once the smoke cleared, N and Devyn found an old woman with gray hair in a brittle bun sitting at a round table. A long purple cloth was draped over the table, and a Grumpig and Xatu stood at her side. A Litwick sat in the middle of the table, dozing off.

The old woman gestured to the chairs opposite her, "Sit," she said, "I won't bite."

N looked to the Pokémon surrounding the woman. The Grumpig ushered N to sit, visibly excited. The Xatu was silent as was the sleeping Litwick. N wondered where the smoke was coming from.

N and Devyn both sat down. The old woman instantly took an interest in N.

"My my...you've got a lot to unpack..." She said. She took N's hands and furrowed her eyebrows in thought. Grumpig also took a turn holding N's hands. The Grumpig released N and looked to it's trainer. After awhile they both nodded. Also on cue, Litwick breathed out a puff of smog. The Grumpig used its psychic powers to begin forming shapes from the smog.

Three small figures appeared from the smoke. Two of them were Pokémon shaped. The third, a young child.

Devyn smiled, "I told you she was good!" She whispered.

The woman spoke, "Raised as a Pokémon-"

The figures changed to one larger figure- a taller figure with a familiar shape.

"Created by evil-"

The form changed once more- to a form N recognized each time he looked in the mirror. The form had no face, but it was obviously him.

"You were made to bring the downfall of your nation- A puppet in your creator's game."

N lowered his head. Devyn rested her hand on N's shoulder gently. N looked back up at the psychic.

"Your truth was clear-"

N visibly flinched. Everyone in the room flinched as well, shocked by N's reaction.

The old woman smirked, "I must be hitting the nail on the head, hm?"

"Yes..." N breathed, "How did you...?"

"I've been doing this a long time, young man!" The old woman chirped, "May I continue? There's a lot more to cover before we take a look at your friend!"

N gulped and nodded.

"Your truth was clear," the woman repeated, "The only love you'd ever known was from the beings who raised you- not the man who created you. You'd reached eighteen years of age and known nothing of love or the humans around you. Until..."

The glowing form of smog changed into a figure that tugged on N's heart. A figure he aches for everyday.

"Her. The one who taught you what it meant to be human. The one who accepted you despite your differences. The one who weeped for you when your world came crashing down."

The one figure split into two- the figure N longed to see and the one he saw everyday. They stood facing each other, holding hands.

"The one who taught you love."

Devyn blinked in surprise, "Wait wha-"

N raised his hand to cut the girl off. He brought his index finger to his lips to shush her.

The old woman continued as if the exchange hadn't happened, "You were as different as black and white, though together you created harmony. You were two halves of a whole, but you ran."

Instinctively, N reached to touch the figures, but they faded into the air and joined the cloud of purple smoke.

"Your souls are intertwined. For now and forever."

The Xatu spoke, "She searches for you, Hero of Truth. Will you really waste your time with this one?"

Devyn watched N curiously, "N? Is everything-?"

N stood up, "I gotta go!" He went to exit but turned back as he opened the door, "Thank you! And...sorry Devyn. We are not going to work!"

N closed the door behind him and looked to the sky, "Hilda awaits..."