The first thing she noticed upon entering consciousness was the uncomfortable, gritty feel of sand beneath her, and the salty water soaking her through to the skin. But she was too weak to shiver in the cold. She had no idea where she was or why she was here. She hadn't even opened her eyes yet. She heard the sound of foot steps coming closer, hesitantly at first, then in a run. When the footsteps arrived right beside her, she didn't have the will power to even worry about whose they were, or what the owner of them would do.

A young, male voice was heard, and she could somewhat make out the words, "Hey, are you okay? Hello? What are you doing here?" Instinctively, she wanted to respond and give a reply, but doing so wasn't easy. She slowly began to move, showing signs of life that the other person commented on while she groaned dazedly. She tried to respond faster, but in her best efforts, she eventually found her limbs and began to make efforts to sit up as best she could, squinting her eyes at the bright light.

In a gathering of will power, she forced herself up on her forearms and her eyes wide open, but waves of dizziness quickly rushed over her. She had to wait several moments before her vision stopped fading. All the while, the other person continually asked her questions like "Um... Do you need help?" and made regular comments such as "You really don't look so good. What happened?"

Finally, for the most part, the dizziness faded away. She blinked and look a real look at the one who had been talking to her all this time. The figure before her was short, bright orange, and strangely resembled a lizard. A... Charmander? And why did she know what a Charmander even was? She couldn't remember hardly anything else. Why was she her!? And this also meant that it was the Charmander who had spoken to her. She saw no one else in the area at all. Was she crazy? How did she know that Charmanders... Pokemon in general... weren't supposed to be speaking? Already, her questions about her memories were giving her a bad headache, and she rubbed her head with her right hand... Something didn't feel right.

The Charmander spoke up again. "It looks like you're conscious now. That's good." She was sure now that it was this pokemon who had spoken to her. Though her thoughts and questions buzzed around in her head, she couldn't pick one question or comment or much less find the words to say it. She glanced around at her surroundings, at the beach, the sand, and the rocky formations in the distance, confusion written all over her face. Where was this place? She heard the Charmander chattering again. "So, how did you end up passed out here? It's a really odd place. I mean, it's almost as if you got washed up here, which would mean that you might have come from a place far away." The Charmander tilted his head curiously as he stared at her with large, bright, fearsome green eyes.

She wanted to shrink away under his powerful gaze. To be honest, meeting a Charmander with so much personality in its eyes was a surprise to her. She was also surprised to find that she had a voice to respond with when she habitually replied, though her voice was very strained and weak, "I... I don't know...why I'm here. I don't remember..." Her response revealed all the confusion and uncertainty she truly had.

The Charmander took her reply with visual signs of surprise. "You don't remember anything? Must be amnesia. Maybe you hit your head, and that could be a reason why you ended up here." He concluded thoughtfully. The Charmander seemed to remain quiet and in deep thought for a moment, staring absentmindedly over across the ocean, before turning back to her with a sympathetic look on his face now. "Uh, well, my name's Eren. Do you at least remember your name?" Her hand reached for her head again as she was prompted to search through her aching head again for the answer to that question.

Something still didn't feel right. She lowered her hand and stared in wide-eyed horror at it. "It's... a paw...but I'm a human...! Why am I...? What happened to me? I was..." She moved the fingers on the white furred paw at the end of her violet-gray arm, looking as if she was seeing a ghost.

"Woah, calm down! You're saying you're a human!?" Eren exclaimed, looking truly shocked, though calmly disbelieving. His tone matched his facial expression. Receiving only shocked silence from her, he continued in calmer tones, though he was still just as surprised as her. "Well, I know Espurrs aren't very common in this place, so that might mean you're not from around here, but you don't look anything like a human. You just look like... you know, and Espurr." Eren shrugged his shoulders.

Seeing her still disbelieving expression, Eren sighed and briefly looked around, then pointed toward a small puddle temporarily formed by the beach. "Have a look for yourself." He told her matter-of-factly, though a small amount of concern still showed in his hard, emerald stare. She looked as if she didn't even want to see, but she proceeded to do just that anyway. She was in no position to defy anyone's orders at this point. There was nowhere else for her to go. She slowly stood up on shaking legs, though she soon crumpled back down and was half limping, half crawling toward the puddle.

Upon seeing her reflection, she let out an audible gasp. Indeed, she was an Espurr. But somehow, she was icertain/i that she was human, so how could this have happened? "How did this happen? I'm...I'm..." She whispered in disbelief, staring unblinkingly at her reflection.

A wave rushed up the beach and distorted her reflection beyond recognition. The Espurr turned back to Eren, almost as if in resignition that he had been right about her appearance. Eren frowned. "Why do you think you're a human? Or are you just joking?"

She looked panicked as she shook her head frantically. "But I... I'm sure I was... I'm a human... I'm sure of it!" She whimpered.

"Tch. Whatever. Well anyway, what's your name? What should I call you?" Eren sighed and crossed his arms, as if impatient for her answer to that question by now.

"...Mikasa." That was one thing she did know, and she felt relieved with that piece of information still with her.

"Mikasa, huh? That's a weird name." Eren laughed softly, a small smile playing at his mouth. It was the first time Mikasa had seen him smile, sharp, pointed canines showing and all. So what now? She still wasn't sure what she would do from now on.

Eren continued to ramble on. "You've got amnesia and you think you were a human. Weird. I don't even know if that's all true, but you don't seem to be a bad Pokemon, at least." He noticed the inquiring shine in her dark eyes. "Uh, lately for some reason, there's been a lot of crime. Lots of Pokemon are going bad and breaking the law. You gotta be careful. And it's not always completely safe out here either, even though I still come here a lot."

Mikasa just remained quiet and listened to him tell her about the world right then and there, enjoying the moment for what it was. She was with someone who didn't seem to be a bad person-er, Pokemon-and it seemed that she would have something to do for the next few minutes. She didn't want to think about where she would go or what she would do after Eren left and went on his way after meeting her.

She was almost too distracted by her thoughts and Eren's voice to notice two shadows lurking in the corner of her vision. "Um, E-Eren... there's-!" Mikasa opened her mouth to tell Eren about it, but in only a couple blinks, the two shadows had flown at Eren and punched him from behind. Eren was caught completely off guard and shoved forward roughly, unable to stop himself from slamming into Mikasa and bowling them both over, kicking sand up.

The Charmander and Espurr both groaned in pain, and Eren picked himself up off of Mikasa to whip around furiously and face his attackers, gnarling, "Hey! What was that all about!?" but just in time to see the Zubat and Koffing bend down and snatch a peculiar rock from the ground. "What do you're doing!? That's mine! Put it down!" Eren roared at them, his eyes aflame with green fires. Eren began to run at them, but the two easily outmatched him in speed and agility, flying right outside of the reach of his claws and away, cackling gleefully out of sight and hearing distance. "Give that back!" Eren screamed at them, but they were long gone.

Mikasa had recovered from the unexpected accidental tackle, and was standing behind Eren, concern all over her face. "Eren..." She could only think of saying. No other words could come to her mind. But she knew what he wanted to do, and what would be the next half-sensible thing to do.

Eren was practically shaking in fury. "That... That thing... I have to get it back!" Feeling a soft touch to his shaking fists, he realized that Mikasa was still there, her small white paw on his balled up orange hand. She was looking at him with an expression that he couldn't quite read. "I have to get that thing back... It's really important to me... But you can't stay here all alone."

Mikasa's gaze went down as she began to worry that she would be a hindrance to him, but then she thought of something and lifted her face to meet his. "I could help you get it back." She blurted out, then leaned away, fearing rejection. "I-it's the least I can do... since you helped me."

Eren narrowed his eyes. "You don't owe me anything." Then his gaze softened. "But I guess you could come along. Just make sure you stay near me, and I'll protect you. Okay?" Mikasa nodded, gray eyes shining happily. At least now she could be of some use.

This'd Mikasa from before her parents were, you know c:
And this would also be Eren from before he met Mikasa, canon wise.

I have all these stories that I think up, but rarely do I get the chance to write them and then do something with them. Of course, the best time for that is 2 O'clock in the morning!

As of yet, I do plan on continuing this. How far I'll manage to go with it, I do not know.