I've noticed that practically every single story that turns the Legendaries into humans is never finished so I decided to take a shot at this. Pairing's DialgaxPalkia and it's a oneshot. The various Legendaries are in human form, around 14-16 years old, by the way. Also, their personalities are different from those in my other stories and each chapter is not linked to the next unless specifically stated. Many of the events in this story were inspired by the first episode of Kamen Rider Den-O.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.

Unlucky Day

Pairing: DialgaxPalkia friendship, bordering on romance.

"Argh, why won't this dirt get out of my eyes?" Palkia thought to himself as he rubbed his eyes continuously with his hands while sitting atop his bicycle.

"Hey, you alright up there?" a man carrying a ladder shouted up to him.

"Yeah. Just some sand in my eyes, that's all." Palkia responded, while brushing away some of his mauve-streaked hair away from his face.

"What do you mean, 'Just some sand in my eyes'? Man…" the man responded, while carrying the ladder to the base of the tree Palkia's bicycle was in. Setting it up, he began climbing up. When he was about halfway to the top, he looked back. "I guess some people are just plain unlucky." He thought to himself, remembering how Palkia had lost control of his bicycle and slammed into a signboard. Against all expectations, the board fell forward, forming a ramp of sorts that caused Palkia and his bicycle to be catapulted into the tree. Shaking his head, the man continued climbing up, before reaching Palkia. Once he had helped Palkia down, he managed to disentangle the bike from the tree branches and got down, passing the bike to Palkia as he reached the bottom.

"Thanks! I owe you one!" Palkia said as he got back on his bicycle.

"No problem. Just be more careful next time!"

"Got it!" Palkia shouted as he cycled off. As he cycled, he glanced at his watch. "I'm really going to be late now! Mewtwo's going to kill me for sure!" he thought, remembering his appointment with his purple-haired, break dancing-loving and very impatient friend.

In front of him, however, a deliveryman was loading glass bottles into the back of his truck. In his haste, however, he accidentally dropped a bottle, which shattered on impact.

Caught up in his thoughts, Palkia didn't notice the shards of glass directly in front of him until they had punctured his bike's front tyre. "Man, not again!" He thought as he struggled to control his bicycle, eventually slamming into a wall next to a group of older-looking boys.

"I'm sorry, it was an accident! Are you guys… all… right?" Palkia asked, before noticing that the boys were advancing towards him menacingly.

"We are, but you won't be. Nice seeing you here again, though." Palkia gulped as he slowly stepped back, until his back hit the wall. "Not these guys again…"

"Nowhere to run, eh?" One of the boys commented. Palkia swore under his breath. Now he was really going to be late.

"How much do you have now? Hurry up, or else!"

Sighing, Palkia took out his wallet from his pocket, as another one of his aggressors grabbed it. As he opened it, he noticed a tag dangling at its bottom.

" 'If found please return to the following address.'" He read. "What's this for?"

"Well, you're going to throw away my wallet after you take my money as you always do, right Leon?" Palkia asked him.

Leon glanced at his companions, before nodding.

"If I have that tag, I'll have a higher chance of getting it back."

Leon and his companions stared for a moment, before bursting into laughter.

"Man, you seriously are too used to this!" one of them commented.

"What an utter pushover! Didn't even need a single hit!" Another one added in.

"Come on guys, let's go back!" Leon said, as the other boys turned and started walking away. Palkia sighed, before noticing an empty can on the floor. He picked it up, before tossing it toward a nearby garbage can. As luck would have it, it hit the edge, bounced off and hit Leon in the head.

"Crap." Palkia muttered as the gang turned around to face him.

"I've got to admit, you've gotten braver since the last time we met." Leon remarked as they walked toward Palkia. He briefly considered running, but remembered that his bicycle would slow him down. The last thing he saw was a fist heading toward his face.

"Argh…" Palkia groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He noticed that he was lying on a bed inside a room. He slowly sat up, and winced as a lance of pain shot up his hands. As he did so, the door opened.

"You're awake. That's good, but you shouldn't be moving around for now."

Palkia turned towards the door, where the voice had come from. Standing against the door was a girl about his age, with crimson red eyes and sky-blue hair that was streaked with silver. She crossed her arms across her chest before speaking again.

"I know you, although you may not know me, since we sit at opposite ends. I'm Dialga."

"How did I get here? And you're my classmate?"

Dialga sighed. "One: I found you unconscious and brought you here. And two: Yes. I'm in the same class as you, although somehow you never noticed."

Palkia grinned sheepishly. "Heh, sorry."

"Whatever. Anyway, you really ought to stand up for yourself."

"Hey, are you implying that I'm disabled or crippled?"

Dialga sighed. "It was a figure of speech, but somehow your brain translated that literally. I really wonder how you managed to get third in the class position rankings." She walked over and sat down on a chair beside the bed. "You got beaten up pretty badly. Don't your parents know about this?" She asked.

Palkia leaned against the bed's backrest. His hands still hurt slightly, but he ignored the pain. "No. They're overseas and since they travel so frequently, I rarely get in touch with them. I live with my older sister and I don't want her to worry about me."

"With injuries like that, she's bound to find out sooner or later." Dialga pointed out. Before Palkia could reply, the door opened again, and a boy's head poked in. His yellow eyes glanced at Palkia, before he turned to face Dialga.

"My," he commented, brushing some of his red hair aside. "Isn't my sister still a bit too young for a boyfriend?"

Dialga's eyes narrowed dangerously. "One more word from you, Groudon, and I'll ensure you won't be able to walk for a month."

Groudon simply laughed. "Whatever, I'll leave you two alone." Before Dialga could react, he quickly closed the door. Dialga sighed, before turning back to face Palkia.

"Sorry about that. My brother's always like that. Oh, and Mewtwo called earlier."

Palkia gulped. "What did he say?"

"Well, for starters, he's really pissed off that you made him wait for two hours without showing up."

"Wait, I was knocked out for two hours?"

Dialga shrugged. "Around that. Apparently, you would have made it on time if you didn't get beaten up." She got up. "Well, you can rest here if you want." Before he could reply, Dialga raised a finger over her lips, while pointing toward the slightly ajar door. She then strode over and pulled it open with a swift motion, causing Groudon to crash unceremoniously to the floor in front of her.

"Don't you ever learn?" She asked. Groudon stood up, before responding.

"Hey, I've got to keep an eye on my sister just in case…"

Before Groudon could finish his sentence, Dialga grabbed him and dragged him out of the room, leaving a bewildered Palkia sitting on the bed. He slowly got to his feet, and slowly walked over to the door. As he opened the door, he noticed that neither Dialga nor Groudon was in the main room. He made his way over to the main door, before a voice behind him made him stop in his tracks.

"You sure you can walk back in your condition?"

Palkia turned to see Groudon standing there.

"Yes. I'm fine, thank you." He grimanced as another jolt of pain shot up his hands.

"Well, you don't look like you're fine. I'm coming with you, just in case." Groudon said.

"There's no need. I'm-" Palkia grimanced again. Groudon sighed.

"Whether you like it or not, I'm coming with you. My sister's not going to forgive me if anything happens to you."

"What do you mean by that?" Palkia asked as he and Groudon stepped out of the house and began walking. Fortunately for Palkia, Dialga lived relatively close to his own home, and thus he was able to know which way to go.

"You don't know my sister well, do you?" Groudon remarked.

"No. Before today, I didn't even know she and I were in the same class."

Groudon sighed. "You really are either inobservant or really an introvert. She usually doesn't talk to people who aren't her friends much, let alone help them. This is the first time I've seen her have a conversation with someone I didn't meet before."

Since Palkia was facing Groudon as the two walked, he wasn't watching his front and thus bumped into someone by mistake.

"Nice seeing you again, Palkia."

Palkia nearly gasped at the all-too-familiar voice. "I'm really unlucky today. Running into Leon twice in a day…now I've even dragged Groudon into this."

"Palkia, are these the guys…" Groudon whispered as they turned around.

"Yes. Hope you know how to fight."

"Nope, I don't." Groudon replied as Leon's gang advanced toward them. Since there were five of them, Palkia knew that it would be impossible to run away. He braced himself for more pain just as Leon threw a punch at him.

Strangely, the pain never came. Palkia opened his eyes and to his surprise, he saw Dialga holding back the fist one of her hands.

"Did I forget to mention that my sister's also very good at fighting?" Groudon whispered as Dialga shoved the fist aside effortlessly. Although she was at a disadvantage as she was outnumbered, she quickly overpowered all of their aggressors with ease. Within minutes, all of them were lying on the floor out cold.

"They won't bother you anymore. Let's get out of here, guys." Dialga said, before turning and walking away.

"She's pretty brutal." Palkia commented.

"Yeah. You don't want to get on her bad side." Groudon said. "And one more thing: I think she likes you." With that, he turned and started following Dialga back, leaving Palkia alone in the street.

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