Another beating fist fell upon the girl. The rain fell around her, as though trying to soothe her pain, but to no avail. The boys screeched insults, but she refused to hear them. Tears, one by one, trickled down her face. One boy made an unbelievably hard kick to her head, and out like a light she went. The boys saw her, no longer crying or flinching, and ran away, for fear that she was dead. She laid there, bleeding. When she awoke, three days had passed. As expected, no one had looked for her. It wasn't unlike her to occasionally skip school for days, sometimes weeks, at a time. The sun beat down on her head, and she opened a purple eye to see blood on the ground in front of her. She wasn't a little girl anymore; oh, no. She was twenty two.

"Excuse me, miss," a male voice said, concern obvious. She forced her pounding head up, to see a male with lilac hair and emerald eyes standing over her. "Are you alright?" He kneeled down, and placed a warm hand on her back. She flinched, because there was nothing there but raw skin. "Okay... I need to take you to get help." He paused, to get up, and the girl's eyes widened. This was the first kind thing anyone had done for her. "Jessie! Meowth! Where are you?!" She coughed a bit, and when she inhaled, she inhaled a stone from off the gravel, causing her to cough harder. The man's calls became more frantic, seeing her cough. "Jessie! Meowth!"

A pair of feet was heard, and the girl saw a Pokémon standing there. It looked like a typical Meowth.

"What is it, James?!" the girl demanded, clearly annoyed. She took sight of the blonde on the ground. "It's not our problem. We're the bad guys."

"Some bad guys we are!" the Meowth interjected. A talking Meowth...? "We can't even nab a Pikachu!"

"That's true..." the girl, Jessie, agreed remorsefully.

"She's different, anyways," the male informed. "I met her when I was younger... If only I could remember her name..."

A memory flooded back to the girl. She had lost her memory when her house had collapsed in on her, and she'd gotten amnesia.

"What's your name?" she asked the boy in front of her.

"It's James," he answered. They could barely hear each other over everyone else talking. He had a little bit of cake smeared on his face.

She studied him closer. Could he possibly be the boy from her memory? The pair had started an argument. The Meowth unsheathed his claws.

"James...?" the girl asked weakly. Her voice was naturally soft, from lack of use. He looked down at her, a faint blush on his cheeks. "It is James, right?"

"Yes," he answered. "That's my name." She pushed her head up a little bit, and got to her knees. She sat down in a more comfortable position, and eventually stood up.

"It's alright; I'm alright," she stated. "Thank you for the concern. I'm sorry I made you worry. But I'm alright."

"How can you say that?" James demanded. "You sat here, for who-knows-how-long and bled. How can you possibly say you're alright?"

"I-It happens all the time," she answered.

"Who did this to you?" The girl remained silent. "Who did this to you?!"

"I... I don't know their names..." she answered. "Just a gang... But it was stupid of me to wander around after dark." It had been around midday when she had encountered the boys.

"What did you do to them?" Jessie asked. Now standing, the girl could see that she had flamboyant pink hair, and eyes a shade lighter than her own. She wore green earrings. "I mean, they must have had some reason to do it."

She furrowed her eyebrows in thought. What had she done?

"I don't know," she finally answered. "I have trouble with my memory, anyways, so I probably wouldn't even remember." This was true.

"Well, we're taking you to the hospital anyways," James stated firmly, grabbing her wrist.

They walked to the hospital, and she was sent to emerg. She had cracked a rib, but was too used to pain to notice. Otherwise, she was diagnosed with a concussion, and possible brain damage. She wasn't allowed to leave the hospital for three days.

"Thank you," she said. "Thank you for everything... You're the first to want to help me."

"I can't be the first," James protested modestly.

"But you are," she said, almost happily. "You're the first one to care if I was alright, despite I said I was. Thank you so much."

"It's no problem, really," he said, his face light red.

"You're cute when you blush," she smiled.

"What?" he asked.

"What?" she repeated, blushing a tone herself. "But... If it wouldn't be too much to ask... Can you stay? I mean, if you've got more important things to do, I understand, but if you can... Will you?"

James thought. The only thing on his journal was to fail at snatching the same Pikachu he had been for years, and he could really live without that, and he couldn't deny that he was slightly attracted to the girl in front of him.

"I don't have anything important planned," he agreed readily. "I can stay."

Jessie and Meowth were listening to their conversation from outside the door. Was James going to leave them? For a girl? A complete stranger? He hadn't bothered to ask anyone else's opinion, like he normally did. Jessie's face showed one of concern.

"What's wrong, Jessie?" Meowth asked, picking up on her distress.

"It's that girl," she answered, not taking her eyes off her, through the one-sided mirror. "There's something about her that I don't like. She seems a bit... Unnatural. Am I the only one who feels it?"

Normally, Meowth would have denied and accused her of jealousy, but there was something a bit put-offish about the girl.

"No, she's a little creepy," he agreed reluctantly. "I don't know how to put it..."

"And it seems that, somehow, James it attracted to her," the pink-haired girl continued. That girl was weird. The pair vowed to figure out what!