"No... no, James! You have to remember us! James!" Jessie cried, leaning over James' body. She saw the confusion in his lovely grass-colored eyes. He couldn't have amnesia! Why? WHY HIM?
"James... so that's my name huh?" James' face showed he was thinking. "James. I like that name. Hey, why are you crying? Don't cry please," he looked up at the woman above him. She definatly LOOKED familier, the answer playing over in the back of his mind like a radio turned too low.
Jessie just got up and ran away, more tears burning in her eyes. She hid behind a tree, quietly sobbing with Meowth.
Then, of course, JESSIBELLE, (Bitchibelle's more like it.) just had to come along. 'JAAAAMMMEESSSIIEE!!"
"And you are...?" James turned to the woman, wondering how in the world she looked so much like that other woman who called him James, and also wondering what the hell kind of name was 'Jamesie'.
"Huh? Oh, this is another joke isn't it Jamesie?" Jessibelle hugged him, only to be pushed off with James looking at her like she came from Mars or something. "Jamesie, what's up with you?"
"No, really I have no clue who you are. And something tells me I don't want to know," James added the last sentece under his breath. "So tell me... who are you?"
Jessibelle looked up. His lovely, (improper) emerald green eyes looking so confused and full of wonder. A bit of his (improperly) messed up hair was covering one of his eyes as he brushed it away. "...Why is my hair... purple? That ain't normal. But I suppose that pink isn't either."
"Oh Jamesie..." Jessibelle started to cry. "LEARN TO BE CONFUSED PROPERLY!! AUUGGHHH!!"
James stepped back, a bit surprised by the woman's outbusrt. "Um... OK then? Now I've asked of you before, tell me your name."
"Jessibelle. I'm Jessibelle, your fiance."
"I'd recall if I had a fiance, I'm not totally stupid," James put his gloved hands on his hips.
"BUT YOU HAVE AMNESIA, JAMESIE!!" Jessibelle shrieked, forgetting her obsession with perfectness and being proper. "A. M. N. E. S. I. A!!"
"Woah... 'Jessibelle', calm down will ya? I already have a headache," James put his hands in the air.
"Well will you at least come back to your home?" Jessibelle asked, her eyes brimming with tears. She angrily wiped them away with the back of her hand.
"Fine, but one more question," James answered, stumbling along as Jessibelle lead him like a Ponyta.
"Yeesss, Jamesie?"
"What's the whip for?"
Jessibelle looked at her hand. Sure enough, her brown leather whip she'd attempted to strike him with before was in her palm. "Er... disobedient Pokemon," she lied.
"I don't approve of that," James gave her a disapproving look.
Jessibelle merely shrugged, finally reaching the mansion.
"Woah... this place is huge!" James looked at the mansion in awe as he stepped inside.
"James?" A woman with a lovely dress on turned around as she heard the door slam. Sure enough there was her beloved -and somewhat rebellious- son. "James, JamesJamesJames!" she smiled as she ran over. She noticed him looking around in a confused way, as if he'd forgetton where he lived. He was standing with his hands awkwardly at his sides as well.
"Ooookkkaaayyy crazy lady, you have somewhat comfermed my name is apparently James..." James tried to back out of the woman's loving grip.
Zippo.
"I'm no crazy lady! Jessibelle, what's wrong with James?" his mother asked, a bit afraid of what the answer might be.
Jessibelle looked down at her fancy shoes for a second, about to cry. "Jamesie..." her voice trailed as a lump formed in her throat, choking her up. "He... he has amnesia and doesn't remember a thing."
James' mother looked at her and laughed nervously. "Eh heh heh ehe good one."
"I'm serious."
James' father, who had just heard all this and strolled into the room, looking dumbstruck as he did when his son refused to marry Jessibelle. "No way, our boy has a hard head. Remember the time Jessibelle nearly split his head open with the whip? Or the time he fell down the stairs laughing?"
James turned to Jessibelle, shocked. "I thought you said that whip was for Pokemon!" he yelled.
Jessibelle sweatdropped. "Er..."
James shrugged. "Whatever. I'm going to bed now, OK crazy lady?"
James' mother shot him an angry glance. "PROPER."
"What the hell is it with you people and being proper. Ugh. I never should have come with you, Jami... Jamie... Jessa... uh..." James looked up at the ceiling in thought.
Jessibelle hit him over the head with a newspaper labled "The Kanto Times". "JESSIBELLE. YOU HEAR ME?? JESS. I. BELLE," she broke her name into three seperate syllables.
"Geez, sor-RY, Princess of Spaz-land."
The insult obviously went over Jessibelle's hollow head as she smiled, thinking about being the princess.
James just smiled and headed to the first bedroom he saw, slipping into a deep sleep.
"Hm? Where am I?" James wondered as he rubbed his aching head. He felt as though he were on cotton. A girl in her late teens walked up to him, singing a strange song.
"Forgotten to a cruel twist of fate as you walk away.
"And all dreams I picture seem to fade.
"I thought that we were forever as you promised me,
"But that promise was another lie you made.
"Won't you please remember me and somehow,
"Somehow lift me off the earth like old times?
"With all the flattery and passion you delivered.
"Or would you rather have me etternally shut my eyes?"
Strange. The woman definately WAS familier... but who the heck was she anyway? Maybe she was part of his past, his deep, fragmented, forgotten past. "Who are you?" he asked, as the woman, strangly enough, spread her feathered wings and started to cry. He went up to her and ran his fingers through her soft, silky hair. "Please don't cry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I really didn't. Please."
The woman looked up, her hair turning from dark pink to black slowly. Her soft, feathered wings faded to gray. "Don't you know who I am, James? Don't you know your life? Don't you..." her voice trailed as James shook his head no.
"What kind of guy was I?" James asked, wondering if it would help him remember.
"You have to ask the real me to know."
"What's your name?"
The woman looked away. "I don't want to tell you. Find me yourself."
"Why are you turning gray?"
"Because you," she pointed to him, striking his chest and making him fall down, "yes you, broke my heart."
James didn't know what else to say. It's not like he didn't want to know.
The woman walked off.
James yelped, putting his hand to his chest. "A dream. A dream. A dream..." he whispered the two words like a magic charm.
"HEY!!" Jessibelle showed up, red-faced in anger.
"W-what?" James asked, Jessibelle nearly scaring him so much he went flying off the bed.
"I DID NOT SPAZ OUT," with a grunt she added, "AND THAT'S NOT EVEN PROPER VOCABULARY."
