Kenbosho

by EpikalStorms

In the game, you start out with Black. He's got no background story, and no idea of his life. He's introduced to his friends, and his own mother; his town, Nuvema. What if there was a reason for that? What of Black, Kuro, had... amnesia? This is Kuro, taken in by Heiko Shirosaki(Mom). He's got a few medical problems, but he WILL be the best Pokemon trainer Unova has ever seen.

1. Genesis

Chapter One: Genesis

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Have you ever woke up and found that your mind was entirely blank? That, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't recall anything? Absolutely nothing? That you couldn't remember even a single thing? Not your name, not what you looked like, where you came from, where you where, who was close to you—if anyone was... Not a thing. Have you ever had that happen?

Not many have. Of course, it isn't rare—really, it's happened to a whole group of people—but it just goes to say that, most likely, if you're reading this now, you haven't had that happen to you.

It's called amnesia. It's a condition that has to do with your mind, your memories. Memories are something that's important to us, even the ones we've convinced ourselves we want to forget. Yes, even those we tend to hold close, if subconsciously at best. Memories make us who we are, they always have a hand in how we decide things, what we do, how we act, what choices we make depending on anything. It all has to do with our memories, whether we know it, or not. Like it, or not. Want it, or not.

To loose your memories completely—it's like loosing yourself. Loosing who you are, what makes you you. It's like... your whole world.

But when you loose that much, loose everything like that, and you don't even remember loosing it in the first place—that you can't even remember what you lost, you don't even know what you had—that's what really hits, before all else, when you wake up and find that everything's just... gone.

It's not there. You don't know where it went, or how to find it. Hell, you don't even know where it should go if you ever do. You don't know where to start looking for it, you don't know where you are...

The first thing you feel? Your memories are gone, now, you don't remember the name of this feeling, this emotion. What's it called?

It's called misery.

You're miserable. You can't recall anything. Who are you? What were you? Did you have anyone? Did anyone even miss you?

That second feeling? Yeah, it's called loneliness.

Then you feel a whole rush of emotions. Panic, you start to breath too fast. Breathlessness, you're light-headed. Then puzzlement—you don't know if that light-headiness is because your mind's been wiped completely clean, or your breaths are coming in short gasps and not enough oxygen is getting to your brain. You don't know, you can' tell. The next feeling you begin to feel is hopelessness. You can't tell, what else can't you tell? You can't tell what had happened to make you like this, because you don't remember—Then you feel pain, from whatever had happened to make your mind a blank slate, to make you absolutely nobody—which brings on confusion, because shouldn't you have felt the pain first thing?

No, because, before anything, before the misery, all you felt was numb.

(-Pokemon~

Nuvema town was at the very bottom of the Unova region, right there before Route 18 and everything. People came here to relax, to forget about their worries; they came here when they wanted everything to slow down. It was refreshing, if anything. Nuvema was a place where you could just sit back and watch the clouds roll by and not have that lingering feeling that you knew you were forgetting something important that you should be doing. It was a place you didn't have to worry. Nothing really happened here. There wasn't a gym, there was just other people that you could meet with and converse and make connections, perhaps for just the sake of making friends. The people who lived in the coastal town were kind, they were hospitable, and everything was fabulous.

Anywhere in Unova you went, you would hear people talking about the wonders of the bridges, or the amazement of walking through Castelia City for the first time, or the utter awe-inspiring site of the Pokemon League; the challenge of Victory Road; the sweet simplicity of Driftveil; the entertaining walks through Nimbasa as you greet and watch the street performers and many other enjoyments; the soothing scenery of the White Forest; even the historical beauty and interesting past of the City of Opelucid.

You won't hear any amazing, awesome tales about Nuvema Town, and that's what makes it so attractive. It's normal, it's just so not there. Sometimes, people just don't want to do anything, and they want someplace to go and not do it where it's okay to do nothing at all. That's the beauty of Nuvema Town. Endless days of refreshing nada, and you're still able to enjoy and live life to the fullest.

Today, though—and not even too unfortunately, either—was not one of those days. In fact, those days wouldn't really fully return for a few years after today at all.

Of course, our wonderful townspeople were not aware of the inevitable change that was fast approaching their lives.

"Hey, hey, Heiko!" A tall man with a full head of dark navy hair waved his way over to the aforementioned woman, who was outside of her home doing the days laundry. She had pretty chocolate-colored hair that was pulled back in a tight ponytail that started at the base of her neck, pale skin, and gorgeous blue eyes. Heiko Shirosaki lived alone in a rather nice house that sat towards the center of the town. She was actually relatively new around Unova—she had moved from the Sinnoh region after the death of her sister Clarence in search of a fresh start—and was a very sweet young woman, liked by the rest of the townspeople for her charisma and endless kindness, even if she was a little reserved about her past. She had journeyed about a year or two through the region of Unova once she had moved and had met a kind man named Eiji Shirosaki, whom she had married. Unfortunately, the two had lived in Driftveil City for a few months, where Eiji had been employed in the Cold Storage, when the man had been tragically lost in an accident at work. Then, Heiko quit the Pokemon Training business and had settled down in Nuvema Town, where she was now with many friends and had a steady lifestyle.

Heiko turned, and smiled, setting down the sheet she'd been pulling off of the line that ran across her back yard, just like any other yard you could find in Nuvema. "Aah, Josept. Hello."

Josept Suzuki was a jolly young man, married to the beautiful blond Clara Suzuki. They had a adorable young daughter named Bianca, who, as aloof as she was, was endearing to Heiko, who enjoyed talking with the girl. "How are you this fine morning?"

Yes. It was a beautiful day, the sun just rising over the calm waves of the coastline, the fresh air whirling around them and the few clouds in the sky dancing around each other. It was early summer, now, so you could smell the many aromas that accompanied the season. Flowers, nectar, grass, the smells that flew through the wind were almost exotic but still homey. It was an amazing thing. "I'm great, actually. The day is still early, and you can just tell it's going to be gorgeous outside."

Josept chuckled, helping her gather the rest of the laundry. "Absolutely. My dear little Bianca just can't wait to get outside to play."

"Yes," Heiko laughed. "And she'll most likely badger that poor Cheren into joining her."

"The boy's too serious all the time, he could use someone like my Bianca to get him up and living. Some childhood fun will do him some good, especially for the future. Character building, you know."

"You just want all the kids in town as adorable and care-free as Bianca," she teased.

He grinned, raising his hands. "Guilty." He didn't sound at all sorry, either, and Heiko didn't resist another laugh.

The two finished the laundry, and Heiko turned to Josept and thanked him for the help. "But," she finished, as he gave her his welcome. "You should hurry back home now—we won't want poor Clara getting paranoid now would we? It'll be the talk of the town," she went on as she turned to go inside. "The poor girl's husband cheating on her with the less-than-beautiful new girl."

"You're more than beautiful," Josept argued," and not so new anymore, huh?" Then he grinned. "But, yeah, you're right. Clare-bear misses me something terribly by now, I should think!"

Heiko chuckled, rolling her eyes. She set the basket of clean laundry just inside the front door before swatting one of the freshly washed towels at the man's hands. "Get, you." She teased.

"I'm getting, I'm getting!"

Heiko shook her head and watched Josept run away in mock fear with a twitch on her lips. She turned, when he was gone, back to the door and grabbed the basket once more before entering the house. As she walked, she couldn't help but contemplate her friend Josept. His daughter Bianca was simply too cute. Heiko had always wanted children to look after—she'd gotten many compliments over the years, people telling her what a great mother she would make—but she just didn't feel right about marrying again after what had happened with Eiji. She missed him dearly, but she knew early on that she wouldn't get anywhere if she'd stayed around and sulked and never stopped mourning. Sure, he'd been a downright amazing guy, but things happened, and there's no way to stop them, especially once they'd happened. She'd promised herself a full two weeks of mourning, and had then done her best to get over it. She knew that was what Eiji would have wanted.

Heiko set the basket next to the couch in the living room and made her way to the kitchen. She'd fold the laundry and put it away later. But once she got to the tiled room, she had to resist to urge to either groan, shake her head, or chuckle in slight amusement. "Oono-san. I shouldn't be surprised. Of course, I must always ask—why can't you eat breakfast in your own home?"

"Ano, Heiko-chan!" Ravi whined slightly. He was such a child sometimes. "Shirosaki-san's meals are the best! I just can't stay away!"

Heiko raised an eyebrow quizzically, even though they did this every morning. "And you need to break into my house for that?"

He hugged the pillow of the seat to his chest, looking at her indignantly. "I did not break in," he stressed. "Breaking in to someone's home is illegal! I was congregating to a friend's abode, perhaps without permission.." He gave her a sheepish look, despite giving the same excuse every singly day.

Heiko sighed. Continuing to the fridge. "The oatmeal cookies are in the pantry. You know where to go."

And he did, unfortunately. Ravi Oono gave her a charming grin and dashed out of the kitchen to the pantry that resided down the hall. No matter how many times she fended the slightly-infuriating but endearing teen off, he always found a way to come back. Heiko would have turned him in for harassment if she didn't care about him so much. He was seventeen, without parents and living with his grandmother. She felt some pity for him—plus, his smiles always managed to brighten anybody's day. Of course, it was still annoying traits like these that she grudgingly let slide, but still protested against halfheartedly—and everyone knew it, including Ravi. Every morning, like clockwork, Ravi would somehow end up sitting at her dining room table, waiting to be served breakfast. Heiko wasn't quite. sure how this began, but it was how their relationship was, now. Sometimes, Ravi came for lunch and other times dinner as well, but it was always, always, breakfast. Most times, she'd wake up, get ready for the day, and know tat if she walked downstairs to the kitchen, Ravi would be right there. And he always was, when she finally did.

Somedays she couldn't help but be grateful. It was always a constant in her new life, now, to see Ravi look up at her and smile, every morning. It was a great start to the day, at least. And she trusted him not to do anything in her home. He was a good kid.

Heaving a short sigh that didn't really signify any feeling whatsoever, Heiko reached under the counter and lifted up a frying pan. She turned the stove on high and opened the fridge to get some eggs. She didn't know why, really, Ravi called her cooking the best. It seemed like a troublesome effort, to her, in the least. Her methods was quite simple; crack the eggs, throw in some seasoning, then get the whole thing done as fast as possible with the eggs still edible in the end. Sure, cooking was fun sometimes, but tat didn't mean she enjoyed doing it every meal every day. Still, her cooking got compliments left and right when she did. She supposed it was just one of those things in life that just was.

After the eggs had finished cooking, she flipped the sizzling omelet onto a plate and turned the stove off. She set the pan in the sink and sprinkled some salt over her breakfast before sitting down at the table in Ravi's previously occupied chair with a glass of milk and a bowl of sliced fruit, along with a slice of toast.

As she ate her breakfast, she heard her back door, which was located in the kitchen, open behind her. She turned and smiled at the man who walked in. "Ah, Ando-san, good morning!"

The coffee haired veteran Trainer smiled at her, tugging the collar of his black trench coat up. Heiko had to wonder how on earth the man wasn't too hot in that, he wore it every day! "Ohaiyo, Shirosaki-san. How are you this fine morning."

She nodded, taking a bit of a small slice of watermelon. "I'm good. Are you going on your early morning walk on the shore?" Every morning, without fail, Ando Kuwabara went out for a three hour long walk on the beach. He loved the sea, and everyone said it was because he used water-type Pokemon—but Heiko was almost certain it was because Ando had used to be a sailor. He's told her it had been an occupation he'd enjoyed, but he felt that, even as young as he was, it had been a good time to retire. He was a quiet man, but he took that saying "Quit while you're ahead," to heart. It wasn't much, he definitely looked more relaxed each and every day that had passed since his arrival in Nuvema. "Yes, I am. I decided to stop by for something to eat first, if that's alright?"

Heiko smiled. Of course, it was known throughout town that if you wanted food or even a quick snack, you should head to her home and ask. Even though Heiko didn't enjoy cooking all that much, she was glad to fill the hungry stomach of anyone that had the backbone to ask, which was everyone, nowadays. "Sure, thing. Just let me finish my food, and I'll whip you up a quick breakfast."

Kuwabara gave a short bow. "I apologize for intruding so early in the morning and giving you such trouble, Shirosaki-san."

Heiko let out a huff. For all his quiet nature, Ando was certainly too polite for his own good. She waved her and as he polished off her omelet. "Don't bother. You tend to do this every other morning anyway, a bit like Oono, actually. It's fine. And I've told you to call me Heiko, "Shirosaki-san" makes me feel old!" She stood up and Kuwabara helped her take her dishes over to the sink. She sighed, not bothering to shoo him away from washing the dishes as he had already began to. She'd stopped trying ages ago. Opening the fridge, she cast him a glance. "What would you like today? Does fruit salad sound okay? I don't think I want to cook another egg today, sorry."

Ando shook his head. "No, fruit sounds fine. I always eat light before a walk anyway. I don't want to bother you."

Heiko rolled her eyes. "Uh-huh, okay. I'll cut them up and you just sit at the table when you're done with the dishes—which you didn't have to do, you know."

Ando, glanced at the floor—goodness, that man was shy—and shrugged, nonetheless. "It's alright, I wanted to. It makes less work for you later, anyway."

Heiko sighed. "I know..." She muttered. Soon, she'd finished cutting the fruit and set the knife in the sink. Ando immediately reached to pick it up, but she swatted his hand away. "Nu-huh. You've already finished, what did I tell you? You were supposed to sit down when you were done, I've got the knife myself. Here," she handed him the bowl of fruit, and he wordlessly slipping into the chair at the table and began to eat, slowly. Heiko busied herself with rubbing the soap suds over the edge of the knife, careful not to cut her fingers.

Just as she had finished stowing the knife away in one of the higher cupboards, she heard the sound of chair legs scrapping against the tiled floor almost soundlessly. Looks like Ando-san's finished... Eto, he always heats so fast! Everything Ando did was silent, even his footsteps. She didn't even know he'd walked over to the sink until he'd turned on the faucet and began to rinse his dish. Heiko sighed. "I could have done that for you. You should go get to your walk."

He shrugged. "I wanted to do it for you—after all I'm the one who ate from it, it's only fair."

Ando was one of the most reserved guys that Heiko knew, but she still couldn't grasp why. He was relatively shy for a veteran Pokemon Trainer, perhaps that was why he frequented Nuvema town. She took the bowl from him after he'd finished and went to put it away. Again, she didn't even hear his footsteps, but she did hear the screen door opening again as he went to leave. "Ah! Ando-san, have a nice walk!" She ran over to the door and waved. He didn't even turn around, already half way down the path, but he lifted a hand over his shoulder in acknowledgment to her farewell. She let out a breath and closed the door. Heiko leaned against the doorway and cast a glance out the window that was right next to it, watching as the sun climbed into the beautiful blue sky. She heard Ravi bustling around somewhere in the living room, listening to the morning birds chirp as he always did after breakfast, and sighed. Today was going to be the same. That was great, she wasn't extremely too fond of change.

And, the same as everyone else in Nuvema town, she didn't know how wrong she was.

(-Pokemon~

Ando Kuwabara walked away from Shirosaki-san's home feeling slightly guilt. He always asked so much from her, it was a good thing she was a kind, giving, and very sweet person. Even though she was young, his age, and had lost so much, she was still cheerful and relaxed. Nothing like him, who, at the same age as the young woman—who was twenty-seven—was slightly sullen and silent, perhaps a bit sulky. He hadn't really anything to call his own before, and he's never really had anyone to love, so he wasn't sure what he was feeling—but he thought he might be in love with Shirosaki-san. It made him flinch just to think it—Shirosaki-san wouldn't love anyone like him. Despite her gentle-nature and overall kindness, he saw her being just as friendly with everyone else. He knew that she didn't like him, but kept it on the inside. No one in Nuvema—no one in the entire of the Unova region liked him. He was a shady character. Given, most veteran Trainers were slightly shady-looking, dressed in their darker shades while all the young aspiring Trainers were decked out in cheerful brighter colors, but he just couldn't shake off the notion that he wasn't good enough for anyone, least of all Shirosaki.

Perhaps it was from growing up with slightly abusive parents, in a rundown city in Jhoto, but still. NO one was kind to him just because he was him, right? There weren't people like that, everyone wanted something, most likely even Shirosaki-san. But even if Shirosaki-san wanted something from him in exchange for her kindness, he'd gladly give it to her. Maybe it was the fluttering, nervous feeling he got around her, or just the fact that she was so giving, but he would. If she asked him to, he would.

Ando shook his head. He didn't come out here to sulk like he always did. The mornings in Nuvema Town were meant to be spent thinking about nothing. The air was just right to relax almost completely, even if it was a little harder for him to than everyone else. He liked Nuvema town, it was so utterly peaceful here. Every other city in Unova he'd been to—which were most all of them, since he'd challenged the Pokemon League like any other Trainer, and had needed the gym badges for that—had an overshadowing tense feeling behind the cheerful or busy lifestyle. It was due to Pokemon battling and the dream of becoming the best, and the gym stationed in almost each and every town on the west side of Unova, leading up to the League. Of course, Nuvema had, just like any other inhabited place on earth, Pokemon battles, Trainers and such—but the tense feeling of aspiring dreams wasn't there. For anyone anywhere, Nuvema truly was the best vacation spot.

He also liked the quite, and the way the townspeople dealt with life and each other so smoothly, just slid by, went with the flow of things and never seemed to trip up. Like he often did, but really, he liked it. He was a quiet person by nature, maybe it was beat into him early on, but now he just kind of preferred it that way. He was shy, there wasn't a reason not to admit that, he'd even been told so multiple times by the others in Nuvema and elsewhere. He didn't really mind, it was the truth, and he appreciated that they weren't to withdrawn from him to point it out. He lived a guarded life, but somehow, Nuvema was changing that and he was opening up, even if he almost didn't want to.

He supposed it might be for the better.

Maybe Shirosaki-san and the others didn't want anything after all. Ando shook his head and continued on. He wouldn't really know unless he was to ask, and he was far too shy for that. It was best to just let things go as they had been.

The veteran Trainer felt one of the pokeballs that he kept closest start to shake and shutter. The Pokemon inside was either startled by something extremely dangerous or in serious panic. He quickly let the Espeon, Violet, out and stared at her. Violet was, admittedly, his favorite and first Pokemon. They had been together for years, and she was normally very cool and collected, very calm. He wondered what had her so suddenly bristling like a cat. In fact, once Violet had been let out, the two other Pokemon he had on him, a Voltikk and a Herdier, began to shift nervously.

Violet sent her Trainer a look that said something important had caught her attention and that he needed to see it right now. Ando took in a breath. This had only happened once before—it was when he had first started out as a Trainer, a few month after he'd run away from his so-called parents. His angry father had somehow tracked him down, and had almost caught him if it hadn't been for Violet, who had alerted him in time for him to run away. That night when he'd been fourteen, hiding behind that rock and watching the displeased man curse and look around for him, had been the very last time Ando had ever seen either of his parents, thankfully. He hoped to keep it that way...

Sucking in a deep breath, Ando gathered his wits and dashed after violet, who had began to run off down the beach toward something in the distance. He really, really hoped it wasn't anything that he thought it was.

It wasn't. In Ando's opinion, it might have been a slight relief if the thing that caught Violet's attention wasn't so worrying, wasn't an unconscious child, just lying there in the sand with the waves just barely reaching and lapping at his toes.

Ando's honey-colored eyes widened in surprise and he panicked, kneeling down next to the child and pushing the much younger male onto his back. The boy couldn't have been even half his own age, and he was dressed entirely in black and some shades of gray. He wore a trench coat, but it wasn't like that of a veteran, plus the kid was way to young. Ando saw a black typical Trainer's hat lying a few feet away, half covered by sand. When he looked back at the kid he now held in his arms, he saw there was a nasty gash on the back of his head. It looked very deep and was bleeding profusely. Ando knew it was serious, and his breath caught in his throat. He had to hurry back to the town. He'd been away for four hours, now, which was much longer than usual, and it was a bit of a hike back, but he knew he could make it if he hurried fast enough. Plus, Shirosaki-san might know what to do in the meantime that the ambulance from the Nuvema Town hospital came.

Gathering the young boy, who couldn't even be more than ten or eleven, in his arms, Ando began to run back down the shore in the direction he'd come, clutching the boy to his chest so he didn't jostle any other wound she might have. Violet followed behind him, the boy's hat in her mouth.

(-Pokemon~

Josept smiled at his beautiful wife, Clara. She was the most amazing woman in the world, without a doubt, and he was incredibly lucky to be able to call her his. The sunny-haired woman just smiled back at him and turned back to scold his dear Bianca for going to far into the tall grass.

"But mom, I can't become a Pokemon Trainer if I don't have any Pokemon!" The small blond girl complained, and Josept allowed a small twitch present at the corner of his brow for a just a millisecond. That was the one, small, problem in his otherwise perfect life in Nuvema Town—his dear, sweet, innocent, perfect little impressionable Bianca angel wanted to become a Pokemon Trainer. He swore it was all the Ueda kid's fault. Cheren was such a bad influence on his little angel, he knew he should have never let Bianca near that stoic, too-serious child! His Bianca, a Pokemon Trainer—it was way to dangerous, she could get hurt!

Clara flashed him a sharp, green-eyes look like she knew exactly what he was thinking—Josept flinched, as she most likely did, somehow—and the man sighed. He backtracked his thoughts and shook his head as Bianca continued to attempt at convincing her mother to let her into the tall grass where the Pokemon hid. He knew it wasn't Cheren Ueda's fault—the kid was way too mature, though—but he had wanted someone to blame. He couldn't bear the thought of his dear Bianca journeying through the Unova region, most likely alone, training with the Pokemon and battling other Trainers. The very idea made him swallow, hard. Still, Bianca had to grow up sometime. That didn't mean he had to like it.

Clara smiled in approval, and Josept had to wonder if woman really did have mysterious mind reading abilities—and ushered Bianca out of the room. The girl was still whining, but it was incessant and slightly annoying like that Oono kid's. Josept shook his head and turned around. Ah well, kids will be kids...

He stood up and made his way back to Heiko-san's home. As he walked up the path to the door, he looked around and frowned slightly, something wasn't right. It was half-past noon now, and Ando Kuwabara still wasn't back from his morning walk. He usually only stayed out for around two or three ours each morning, and came back to hang around Heiko-san and the others. Cheren and Bianca absolutely loved him, and the rest of the townspeople adored him and his shy and quiet nature. He always seemed so guarded and slightly regressive, though, and everyone wondered why. They left him alone, though, even if it was beginning concerning them sometimes. He deserved his privacy just like everyone else.

"Ano, Heiko," he called as he stepped over her threshold. Everyone in Nuvema knew about Heiko Shirosaki's open-door policy. As long as they didn't do anything worth frowning at, anyone was welcome to let themselves in. "Has Ando-san come back yet?"

"No," he could hear the frown in her voice as she walked over to meet him in the entrance hall. "It's strange, he's usually back by now. Do you think something happened? I'm getting a bit worried."

"It might be nothing," he offered, but they were both still frowning. It wasn't like Ando Kuwabara to be late. If anything, he was almost always on time. Like clockwork, he was completely punctual. It almost scared some people, in a humorous way, though.

Heiko sighed. "I don't know..." She looked up. "Eto.. Oono-san! Come out here so we can talk to you!"

The call was prompt and cheerful. "As always, my beautiful Heiko-chan!" The teen charmingly called. Heiko rolled her eyes, but they still held concern. Ravi skipped into the entryway. "You rang?"

"Did you see Ando-san come back, yet? I don't think he's returned... Did you see him anywhere?"

Ravi's green eyes lit up in surprise. Ando was almost notorious for being timely. "Aah, no. I haven't. Should we go and look for him?" Suddenly, he was all smiles again. "You know, I bet he just fell asleep under a nice palm tree or something. Nothing to worry about, Heiko-chan!"

Josept sent the kid a look, coupled with a frown. "There aren't any palm trees on this side of the coast, Ravi-kun." Ravi's smile fell slightly, and Josept turned back to Heiko. "I'll go and ask Clara or Bianca if they saw him come home yet. Cheren and Bianca were out playing earlier, they might have seen him."

The woman nodded, glancing around distractedly. Ravi nodded and dashed out of the house, yelling over his shoulder. "I'll ask the others, too!" Heiko waved, and peered anxiously out the window. She hoped nothing was wrong. Josept sent her a nod and left the house, and Heiko sat down in a chair in the kitchen, feeling useless. Ando might be in trouble and she wasn't doing anything to help him at all! The young woman wrung her hands together, then began to play with the hem of her blouse.

She wasn't going to deny it, especially in her own mind in the least. Ando had become very important to her in the past years she'd known him. He was a constant now, a bit like Ravi, but she felt something deeper with him. She was a bit afraid to name it, especially after Eiji. She was also afraid to wait to long into it—the feeling might mute or disappear suddenly someday for some reason, or Ando would go away from Nuvema and not come back, he was known for traveling extensively after all, and he wasn't really in Nuvema to stay. She enjoyed his company, and kind of wanted to help him in his trust issues, which were there, she knew. It was a bit obvious to everyone in the town that Ando-san wasn't very up for trusting people. They all liked to think he was their friends and they his, but he was so shy and reserved, it was worrying sometimes. They all cared about him, everyone adored him, really. If it was possible for a twenty-seven-year-old man to appear adorable, Ando Kuwabara had managed to pull it off, and it did nothing to hinder his image. He was amazing at Pokemon battles as well.

Heiko shook her head, letting her hands fall into her lap. What was she thinking? Ando probably didn't even think of her like that. It was best not to dwell on it.

A loud, if slightly hesitant, knock on the back door made Heiko jump nearly out of her skin. "Hei—Shirosaki-san!?" Was that Ando? She felt relief flood into her, but stilled. That was strange, he doesn't normally sound so expressive. Actually, he sounded kind of panicked. And... had he almost called her Heiko? "Shirosaki-san! Please open the door, I really need help! I don't know what to do!"

Heiko's eyes widened and she literally flew to the back door, wrenching it open. "Ando-san—!"

Ando had probably been leaning on the door frame, and when Heiko had opened the door, he fell through the entrance. "A-Ah!"

"Ando!? Are you—" Heiko froze when she saw what—or whom—the man had in his arms. "Oh my god! Who is that? Is that blood?!"

Ando stood up quickly. "Please, Shirosaki-san, we have to hurry! He has a deep injury on the back of his head and it's bleeding very badly. Can you please call the hospital and have them send an ambulance here?" Heiko nodded dumbly, still staring down at the child cradled in the man's arms. "Shirosaki-san! I apologize to intruding into your home and shouting at you, but please, could you hurry?" Ando pleaded, his golden eyes wide. That snapped Heiko out of her daze and she turned to face Ando. His eyes were normally shaded by his bangs, and they really were gorgeous, but she tore her own eyes away and ran out into the hallway, grabbing the phone. After she ordered an ambulance to come to her home, she rushed back to the kitchen, slightly breathless. "Ando, I'm going to go get Josept and some others to help, alright?" Ando only nodded, tightening a his grip on the child as he pressed a washcloth firmly over the boy's head wound. Heiko only briefly wondered where he'd learned to care for such injuries before flying out the back door and dashing over to the Suzuki's yard.

Ando sat on the floor of the kitchen, hovering over the boy's motionless figure. He hoped they weren't too late, the kid was loosing enough blood as it was.

(-Pokemon~

By the time the ambulance arrived, a crowed had gather in and out of Heiko Shirosaki's house to see the mysterious boy that Ando had found unconscious and injured on the beach. Ando had told them what had happened as he tended, best he was able, to the wound. The others put their heads together and concluded that the child hadn't been washed ashore by the waves, as he wasn't wet at all, and the clothes he was wearing had no residue salt from dried seawater. Only the toes of the by's boots were in any way damp, and that was because of the waves that had been lapping at them when the ocean was at high tide.

Honestly, they hadn't a clue, a vaguest idea of where the boy had com from. Ando and Heiko had climbed into the car with the paramedics and Josept, Clara, Ravi, and Cheren and Bianca and the rest of the townspeople watched the ambulance zoom away.

None of them knew at the moment, but nothing in Nuvema would be quite the same for a long, long while after that.

(-Pokemon~

Heiko sat next to Ando in the hospital lobby nervously, thinking things over. She was painfully curious about the boy, but extremely concerned as well. She wanted to know, desperately, what had happened to him and how he'd been hurt. Had someone done it to him? How could someone hurt a child? She shook her head, it couldn't have been that. The boy must have just had an accident with the rocks or something. It never occurred to her, after that, that Ando had told them there were no such rocks within the boy's vicinity.

It also never occurred to her, until much, much later when she was told exactly what type of life Ando Kuwabara had had as a child, that Ando was currently, right now, stuck on the though of the first idea. That wound on the back of the child's head, when he'd found him, even, did not come from a rock. No, Ando had seen that wound so many times before. It couldn't be from anything but a knife, it was so clean, so precise.

He felt a shiver run down his spine, and he didn't even notice Heiko grab his hand for her own comfort, he was too lost in his thoughts. He really hoped what happened to him once, many times, hadn't happened to the boy he'd found. He really, really didn't.

He didn't want that to happen to anyone else. It was bad enough it had happened to him.

A doctor came out then. They'd been sitting there for about two hours in silence. "Shirosaki-san, Kuwabara-san. This way, please." Dr. Haruto Akiyama smiled. He was a nice young man, with onyx hair that fit the round shape of his head, and sparkling bright green eyes. He usually had a gold piercing, a small hoop, at the top of his left ear, but he didn't wear that when he was working sifts at the hospital. He was twenty-three and fresh out of med school, but the whole town loved him and his work.

Ando and Heiko stood up and followed the young doctor to a room in the ICU. Before they entered, Haruto turned to them with a serious expression on his face. "Before we go in, there are some things you should know. They're important, and they aren't good news either. Please prepare yourselves."

Heiko and Ando exchanged alarmed looks before turning back to him and nodding.

"Alright. One, he doesn't talk. I think he might be mute." Heiko's eyes widened and Ando bit his lip. "Though I don't believe it's because anything medical-wise. It seems to be selective, most likely due to trauma." He eyed them. "Can I go on?" They nodded, and he took in a breath. "Also, by communicating through other means aside from speech, I've learned that he had amnesia."

Heiko felt her breath get stolen away and her shoulders slumped in stunned disbelief. "Amnesia?" She croaked. Ando observed them both with wide golden eyes.

"Amnesia," Haruto nodded seriously. "A complete wipe, too. He's a total blank slate, he doesn't even know his own name. Not where he came from, his age, what happened, nothing. I think it's due to the head wound, mostly, and I don't see any way of retrieving those memories. Overall, the wound didn't affect much else, so that's that."

Green eyes peered up at them, since Haruto was a good inch shorter. "That's really all you need to know immediately, right off the bat. There are some other things that I think you might find noteworthy and important, but I'll tell you in the room."

"Okay, just.. just give me a minute to digest this, alright?" Heiko took in a few breathes, and the two men watched silently. Ando's mind was in turmoil, he wasn't sure what to think. All he was really sure of what that, now, they would never, none of them, find out what had truly happened on that beach and how the boy had ended up like that.

Heiko was grasping at straws here. She couldn't come up with anything to make sense of this. Things had been so peaceful, so... it was Nuvema town, nothing was ever suppose to happen here. Ad then, this boy just falls into her life... Though, she did feel extremely sorry for the kid. To wake up one day in a place you don't recognize, and don't remember anything about anything, that was terrible. And knowing that, if only you could remember, you might even know where you had woken up... She didn't think she'd be able to take that. "Okay. I think I'm good, Let's go."

They entered the room, and Heiko was absolutely, utterly impressed.

The boy sat straight up n the bed, hands folded in front of him. He had very pale skin and long, onyx hair darker than even Haruto's. It reached his shoulder-blades and was pulled back in a low ponytail a the nape of his neck. Stunning violet eyes peered over at them, and she was stunned to see they didn't really hold any emotions at all. The boy was calm, so completely calm—that was why she was impressed. She'd have never been able to be like that if such things had happened to her. Aside fro the absolute lack of emotions—or rather, alongside—the boy was blank. Totally, completely, utterly, blank, void of.. well, anything, really, perhaps there was a slight flash of curiosity in those lavender eyes when he looked over at them, but otherwise, he didn't show even an ounce of emotion, even as they entered. Just as blank as his mind, she reminded herself. Was this what all people with total amnesia were like at first? Somehow, she wasn't so sure. But what would she know about it?

"Hello again," Haruto smiled, but even Heiko caught the quick look of worry that had crossed his face. Now she was more certain—the boy wasn't suppose to be like this, even with the amnesia. "I've brought you some visitors—these are the two people that rose with you in the ambulance here. This man is Ando Kuwabara, he's the one who found you. And this," the doctor gestures to Heiko, who suddenly felt shy as those empty purple eyes swept over to her. "—is his friend Heiko Shirosaki."

The boy blinked, and nodded shyly back at them. Haruto seemed a bit more pleased at the response and show of feelings, however brief or sudden, and nodded. He motioned for the two young adults to sit down, ,and they both quickly found a chair. The doctor pulled out a clipboard and marked a few things off. "Alright, I have a few matters of importance I need to tell you." The boy only blinked, but Ando and Heiko both sent him nods to continue. "After a thorough examination, before you woke up and after he checked and administered treatment to your head injury, I discovered several concerning things with your breathing pattern, so I looked into it. I found out something rather disturbing an immensely worrying." He peered over the clipboard and the two adults were suddenly nervous all over again.

"What is it?" Heiko asked weakly, once it was clear that neither Ando or the boy were going to speak.

"Emphysema." Haruto told them seriously, and the three blinked at the unfamiliar term. Haruto went on. "One of the diseases that are, collectively, known as COPD, or "chronic obstructive pulmonary disease." Emphysema occurs when the air sacs in your lungs are gradually destroyed, making you progressively more short of breath." Heiko's hands had flown to her mouth sometime in the middle of the explanation, and Ando had began to bit his lip again. The boy didn't react, really. He only continued to stare at the doctor. However, as Haruto went on, the boy's chiseled eyebrows raised ever so slightly. "As it worsens, emphysema turns the spherical air sacs—" At they're looks, Haruto motioned with his hands, the clipboard tucked under his elbow. "They're clustered like a bunch of grapes, see? Anyway, As it worsens, those—the spherical air sacs—are turned into large, irregular pockets with gaping holes in their inner walls. This reduces the surface area of the lungs and, in turn, the amount of oxygen that reaches your bloodstream." Heiko squeezed her eyes shut, and the boy shifted on the bed, finally showing some sings of discomfort, but Haruto went on to explain what they would do about the problem. Ando leaned forward to listen better. "Emphysema also slowly destroys the elastic fibers that hold open the small airways leading to the air sacs. They allow these airways to collapse when you breathe out, so the air in your lungs can't escape. Without this function working properly, you—" he looked at the boy, who was listening in rapture, "—may find it very difficult to breath sometimes, at random moments of any day. There are few symptoms, since this is kind of only a lung problem—that included coughing up blood, which is never a pleasant experience, mind you. That why, for thee treatment, I'm going to give a prescription for these pills—I'm not going to tell you the name right now, you'll most likely only forget it, so we'll label them as R0-VC on the records—and you have to take one every time your chest starts getting too tight for you to breath properly, alright?" They all turned to look at the boy, who only stared at Haruto in silence.

Eventually, after some minutes—they all hoped it was because he was mulling over what he'd just been told—the boy began to nod, excruciatingly slowly. Haruto smiled tightly, a bit sad that such a small, adorable boy had such a tough hand in life. Really, the boy was tiny for his age, which he'd decided, due to the tests, was around either twelve or thirteen—the boy looked to be no older than ten, or a rather small eleven year old. "Okay. I'm sorry to say that the treatment for emphysema only slows the progression of the disease to a crawl where it's almost like it's completely stopped, but it can't reverse the damage. So, and please listen when I say this—you can never stop taking these pills, are we clear?" The boy nodded once, and Haruto let out a sharp, quick sigh. "Alright. I'll go write up the prescription. We'll have to keep you over night for that head injury and until we can get the pills in a issued bottle. Also, I'd like to do a few more check-ups on you just in case. All we need now if a place for you to go—as much as I hate to say it, you can't stay here forever..."

They were all silent, thinking as the boy tilted his head further and examined Ando and Heiko, completely disregarding Haruto now that the doctor was done talking. Haruto let out a soft huff, before slowly turning to the two others himself. "I apologize for asking this of you, but.. would one of you—"

"I'll take him." Heiko suddenly blurted, then blushed as all three male's attention darted to her. "I-I mean.. You know what? He doesn't have anywhere to go, and he doesn't even remember having anywhere to go." She slowly turned her head to look at each one of them in the eyes, even the boy—and this time, she didn't even flinch when those empty violet eyes met hers. When the boy saw this, Heiko thought she caught a flash of interest in those lavender orbs, like the boy was impressed or something. Wit her. Maybe... Maybe she'd done something right...

"...I'll adopt him."

(-Pokemon~

I know I'm suppose to be writing my other stories, but this has been invading my dreams and I just couldn't not think about it at all until I'd at least got the first chapter—which ended up being much longer than I expected, but I'm happy to see it as such—written out. It didn't work. Now the second chapters being written by my brain and I have no way of stopping it. Sometimes I hate my insufferable imagination and muse.

A few things about this idea. I know it doesn't seem like it, but that boy is Black, and this story is going to mostly fallow the Pokemon Black and White game to the dot, perhaps witch a few—okay, some major things, but not much—changed to fit the characters. I've just.. I mean, at the beginning of the game, you've got to name your character and everything, and Prof Juniper and the "Mom" character are speaking to you like they're introducing an amnesiac to how they'd lived their life before they'd gotten amnesia. I mean, they even introduce you to your friend, Cheren and Bianca. And so, this little idea popped into my head, like, what if, and suddenly, boom, story writes it self. I'm serious, my fingers moved by themselves. In fact, I'm asleep right now. No joke. It's like, 3: 50 in the morning. I'm totally asleep. This is all a dream...

Anyway, I wanted Black to have some sort of semi-life threatening problem that had him cough up blood regularly unless the precautions were taken beforehand, and boom: Internet search gave me the term "Emphysema." I kinda got lazy a quotes a website word for word since there's not way I'm as smart as Doc Haruto, so I'll give you guys a reference—otherwise, I guess it'd be plagiarizing. It was , under the "Health Information" tab. Handy~

Right now, I'm still deciding on which starting Pokemon Black(let's call him Kuro)is going to chose. I'm stuck between Tepig or Snivy. Tepig, because I really like fire-type Pokemon, and Snivy, because I chose him and I kind of got attached. I actually chose Oshawott in the start, but I started over and got Snivy instead. Now I'm debating which Kuro will pick in this story. I'm leaning toward Snivy a bit, since Snivy is kind of regarded as the weakest starter, and if Kuro uses him to had all his opponents' asses back to them, it would be hilarious~

And for those of you unaware, the title, "Kenbosho," is Japanese for "Amneisia."Well, at least, that what Google Translate said. Yeah, I wasn't too creative with that one. I really couldn't think of anything.

Anyway, big thanks to Choco-bunni for their help in the idea department, even if it was just a little. Now, let's see how many reviews this can get! I;m sitting here wondering if I should continue this, so tell me what you all think!

Thanks~

`Scylar X.