Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon. *sniff sniff* :(

Important Info: This story will be in Third Person Limited. The "O-O-O-O-O-O" is a change in P.O.V. If you need an explanation, then I'll explain it so no one is confused. When Mina (my OC who is revealed in the Introduction) is the character of the moment, you will only be able to hear her thoughts and sense her feelings, and it is the same when N is the character of the moment as well. Characters other than N and Mina will only be presented externally, meaning you won't be able to know their thoughts or what they're feeling.

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Title: Beautiful Monster
Genre: Friendship/Romance
Rating: T for now. . . . may turn into an M for later chapters, maybe. o_o;
Cover Art: Mina and N drawn by my best bud, Silent. Assassin. Number0001. :3
Summary: N stumbles upon a damaged pokéball, and within it discovers a young lady who claims she is a Pokémon that was turned into a human. He takes her in and befriends her, but soon finds himself attached to her. Will he succumb to his feelings, or shun them away because he feels it's wrong to love a Pokémon, even if she is human in appearance?

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Introduction

Before the advanced technology of the present Pokémon world, a mad scientist known as Dr. Hanszel Drake created an invention that could turn a Pokémon into an actual human being. However, there were many obstacles with building the invention and getting it to work properly. The first time he tried his invention, the Pokémon stayed the same. The second time, the Pokémon only inherited a couple human traits, such as a human face. He tried again, and again, and again... and again, but everytime, he failed to produce a completely transformed Pokémon... but that was before he tried it one last time.

His Pokémon of choice was his Purrloin, Mina, whom he had a very close bond with. He knew that it was a long shot, but he wanted to make sure that his invention was a failure before he decided to give up on it once and for all. He pulled the lever, and the smoke on the inside of the glass containment chamber concealed Mina behind a thick cloud. The cries of his Pokémon in pain hurt his ears, and made him resent himself for putting his Pokémon in danger like that, but as he tried to push the lever back up, it wouldn't budge, so he pushed up even harder, causing the lever to break apart.

The invention blared due to complications, but the cries of his Pokémon in distress was all he could hear, so he rushed over to the glass doors and tried his hardest to pry them apart, but then, suddenly, the container exploded, forcing Dr. Drake to fly back towards the wall of his laboratory. When the smoke from within the container cleared, it revealed Mina with the body of a human, yet still having the traits of a Purrloin, such as claws on her hands and feet, cat-like eyes, hair that looked like the ears of a Purrloin, and a tail.

However, it wasn't too long before police showed up after the loud explosion. He picked Mina up in his arms and fled the scene, taking refuge in the forest behind his house. He could hear police sirens and the calls of different Pokémon coming after him. He knew that they would catch him sooner or later, so he called Mina back to her pokéball, since it still recognized her as a Pokémon, and threw it into a rapid river that would carry her out to sea so that she would never be found.

He was arrested soon after for "illegal experimentation on Pokémon", and was put in jail for the rest of his life.

Now, Mina has been adrift in the sea for over 50 years, trapped inside her pokéball, unable to get out on her own. Unaware of the many years that have passed, she keeps hoping that Dr. Drake will find her so they can live happily together in secret, but what will happen when she wakes up in an unfamiliar world... with her pokéball in the hands of a very unfamiliar and mysterious young male?

Chapter 1

Why? . . . . . . Why did he do it?

The Poké-human's voice echoed throughout the dark, empty atmosphere around her as she recollected her memories of long ago, but to her, they're memories of yesterday.

She curled up, wrapping her arms around her legs and bringing her knees to her chest as she surrounds her body with her long tail. Her bottle-green eyes examined her light, unclothed skin as it stands out against the shadows.

I just don't understand. . . . why would he do something like this?

She tightened her hold on her legs; tears began to form at the corners of her eyes.

He told me that we'd run away together. . . . and that no one would find us. So. . . . why am I here in the pitch-black emptiness of my pokéball. . . alone?

She closed her eyes as a lone tear dripped down her cheek, landing on the hidden ground beneath her. She rolled over onto her back and exhaled a sigh, bringing her hand up to her face and flexing her fingers, afterwards looking at her long, sharp claws.

This new form. . . . I still don't quite understand how it works. . . .

She paused to push herself up on her elbows, and directed her attention to the two fleshy mounds on her chest. She regarded them with a look of distaste as she cupped both of them.

And why anyone would need these is beyond me. . . . but. . . . why didn't Dr. Drake have them, too?

She threw herself back down on the invisible bottom and stared at the empty space that surrounded her, pondering her question with great interest before ultimately coming to the conclusion that it didn't really matter as she sighed once more. All that was really on her mind was Dr. Drake. What he said to her still made her heart pang with misery. . .

*"Mina, I don't want you to live a life I will have to endure after the police capture me and take me away. You were one of my very first experiments to work, and I'm sorry if I put you through a lot of pain. It's too much for any Pokémon, or even a human, to go through. I promise that from here on out you won't be hurt ever again. Just remember, Mina: you will always be my Pokémon, and my dearest friend, now return to your pokéball, and I'll make sure no one ever finds you."*

Splink!

Another tear made a mad dash to the invisible ground.

But I didn't want to get stuck in here. . . . I wanted to be by your side. . . . I. . . . I wanted to be with you. . . .

She hugged her knees tightly, imagining that it was the torso of the man she was so fond of as she slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.

O-O-O-O-O-O

"Purr, purrloin?"

The Devious Pokémon hopped down from his master's shoulder and bounded over to the small flowing stream in front of them. Purrloin then looked back and called out, "Purrloin, purr, purr!"

"Purrloin, what's wrong? Did you find something?" the green-haired man asked his friend as he walked over to the edge to accompany his Pokémon. Purrloin pointed to a pokéball jammed in between two rocks, and once his trainer caught sight of it, the young male seemed shocked. The capture device looked old and worn out, as if it had been beaten up by rocks and thrashed about by the water for a great deal of time. "Such negligence."

He extended his hand and gripped the pokéball, pulling it out with one forceful tug from atween the stationary rocks.

Purrloin hopped back up onto his trainer's shoulders and looked at the device with much fascination. "Purrloin, purr?"

"I'm guessing that this pokéball was abandoned years ago," the male stated, observing the damaged pokéball. "The color is faded, and there are dents and scratches everywhere I look."

Now that trainer I met in Accumula Town will know what I was talking about when I said that all Pokémon must be liberated from humans. Just seeing this pokéball in this kind of state makes me sick to my stomach. It was one thing to be abusing a Pokémon's power to win a few battles and forcing them to train harder, but now people are throwing away their Pokémon? That is simply repulsive.

He aimed the capture device in front of him. "I will free you from your prison, my friend!"

O-O-O-O-O-O

"Hmm?"

Mina opened her eyes at the sound of a male voice echoing from within the darkness of her pokéball.

Dr. Drake? . . . . No, it can't be. His voice didn't sound like that. . . . I guess I'm just imagining things. . . . as usual.

O-O-O-O-O-O

"Come out into this world so that you may be free of your confinement!"

The pokéball in his hand shook violently as the white light from within the ball exploded after his command. The light soon reached the ground, and, to the trainer's amazement, the Pokémon that manifested from that light didn't look like a Pokémon at all. In fact. . . . it was a human that he perceived as the light faded and revealed a nude woman sitting on the ground before him.

The young girl was sitting on her knees with her back hunched while one of her arms covered her breasts and the other concealed the second forbidden female body part. Gradually, she lifted her head up and removed her gaze from the ground, revealing light green eyes hidden behind dark purple bangs as she looked up at the green-haired man before her.

What Pokémon does she remind me of? the trainer asked himself. Suddenly, it hit him. As he looked back and forth at Purrloin on his shoulder and the girl, he noticed how much alike the Devious Pokémon and the girl looked, from the way the girl's hair was styled to look like Purrloin's ears, the green, cat-like eyes. . . . and then, he noticed the scythe-like tail that was infamous for a Purrloin to possess.

The male couldn't believe what he was seeing; the girl actually had a tail, and he knew it wasn't a fake because the girl moved it back and forth slowly without swinging her hips or using her hand to move it manually.

. . . . But what shocked him most was how exposed she was. Her bare pale skin shined against the intense luminosity of the bright sun above, highlighting the outline of her body in a white glow.

Suddenly, he felt his nether regions beginning to tense up, and soon began feeling guilty and ashamed that he was so attracted to the young lady in front of him, especially due to the fact that he was staring at her body while it was uncovered. He thought of himself as a pervert. . . .

"Who. . . . Who are you?" she suddenly inquired with a confused tone. She then began looking around at her surroundings frantically. "Wh-where am I?! How'd I get here?!" She directed her attention back to the male and demanded, "Tell me why everything looks so different!"

"Calm down, miss," he said with a composed tone, ignoring the tenseness down in his groin, and unbottoned his white dress shirt and stripped himself of it to reveal a black skin-tight shirt underneath. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." Slowly, he walked over to the girl with his shirt in his hands and kneeled down beside her, but as he tried to place the colorless fabric over her similarly colored skin, she recoiled and moved away from the unfamiliar material.

"This can't hurt you," the trainer said, shaking it back and forth to prove his point. "It's just something to cover you up. It's inappropriate for someone to walk around with nothing on, especially for a young lady like yourself."

His words seemed to reassure the female, and she allowed him to place the fabric around her.

O-O-O-O-O-O

Who is this guy? Mina questioned herself as she felt the warm cloth against her back which sent chills down her spine as she recollected the sensation of heat.

While she was trapped inside the capture device for what seemed like an eternity, all she ever felt was the cold draftiness from within the dark world of her pokéball that she had created due to her feeling of loneliness and abandonment, so she forgot how it felt to be warm.

"If I may be so bold as to ask. . . ."

The male's voice caused her to look up into his steel blue eyes as he continued to speak.

". . . . may I know your name?"

The Poké-human hesitated at first because the man was a stranger; someone she's never seen before. . . . but, for some odd reason, she felt as though she could trust this man, so she responded, "M-My trainer gave me the name 'Mina'."

His brows furrowed at the word "trainer".

O-O-O-O-O-O

'Trainer'? Is this girl serious? She can't really be a Pokémon that changed into a human. . . . can she? This. . . seems a bit too familiar to me. I seem to remember reading about something like this. . . . What is is that I'm thinking of? What book have I read that told about this kind of thing. . . .? It had some kind of scientist in it. . . . and he invented something that could turn a Pokémon into a human. . . . b-but that could never happen, could it?

"Who are you, then?"

Her voice brought him out of his thoughts, and he soon found himself eye-to-eye with her. He smiled politely before saying, "My name is N Harmonia, but you can just call me N."

". . . . N?" she questioned after a long pause. "Does it stand for something else, or it that really your name?"

N blushed at her question and looked away from her bewildered gaze. Truth be told, his full name was Natural Harmonia Gropius, but he preferred to be called N. The name "Natural" made him wonder what kind of drugs his parents were on. . . . either that, or Ghetsis was on drugs when he came up with N's name. Either way, he was perfectly fine with being called "N" instead of "Natural".

"It's really my name," N lied.

Mina giggled, "Haha, that's a weird name!"

He laughed with Mina as he realized that it was indeed a strange name, but he had more important issues to discuss with her. . . . such as how she was actually captured in the pokéball. . . . and why she has a tail.

[A/N] I'm quite pleased with this chapter. No flames please. More will be added soon.

N: *suddenly appears right beside me* Nooooooo! D: I need to ask her questions NOW!

Me: I will do another chapter when I damn well feel like it, and you WILL wait, or I'll make sure she finds out your real name. . . . "Natural".

N: 0_0; . . . . okay, I'll be quiet. . . .

Me: Yes, you will.

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Also, if you find any mistakes, I'd be grateful if you point them out to me.

Chapter 2 will be coming soon, though, so just be patient, fellow readers. :D