Author's Note: I am so, so, so, so sorry for updating late, I didn't mean tooooo really. I was just busy with my school work and stuff, and I would like to get all A's. It's pretty hard for me to get all A's, but I'm trying to concentrate on my school work as well, but now since I'm on Christmas break, I believe I have more time to not be distracted, so yay. (:

Here's my update for you dudes.

A groan filled the entire room as the young teen stared at his clock with annoyance, turning that damn thing off. He was too tired to get up now and he basically only had like an hour of sleep, considering that long drive he had taken back home.

Paul sighed, pulling the bed sheets over his head as the warmth on his body, which was encircled upon the blanket, crashed onto his face. He closed his eyes shut and stayed that way for quite a while. He thought about the previous night he had spent with Dawn. That sure was one hell of a day.

Firstly, he had to take care of Giselle's request, then he gets chased down by a bunch of police cars, finally he trespasses into someone's yard. To make it even more worse, it was Dawn's. So many stuff happened that day that he couldn't even keep up with everything. The only thing that couldn't get off his mind was Dawn.

"Paul?" a concerned voice called from downstairs.

Paul broke free from his thoughts, then sighed heavily, annoyed. He furrowed his eyebrows together then groaned lightly, pulling the blanket off of his face. He wasn't in the mood to get out of bed, especially with thoughts about Dawn.

Paul climbed out of bed after a moment of just staring up at the ceiling. His lavender bangs fell messily on his forehead, covering bits of his eyes. He made his way over to his room door, opening it slightly.

From downstairs, he heard the television on a bit loudly, wondering what exactly was going on in that TV. Shaking his head, he slowly made his way down the stairs until he reached the last step. Turning his head to the living room, he noticed his older brother, Reggie sitting down on the couch, watching the news on TV. Paul raised his eyebrows when he recognized his mask covering his face on the television screen. This only meant bad news.

"Like to explain this?" Reggie questioned after a moment of silence.

Paul tore his eyes off of the screen and looked at Reggie with a shrug, playing it off as if it wasn't him. "It's obviously an idiot with a mask that thinks he knows how to get away with things."

"The idiot in that mask is you. I can recognize that face anywhere, Paul." Reggie responded.

Paul rolled his eyes. "So what if it's me,"

"So what? You are a wanted person in Sinnoh! People think you're a freaking criminal or a murderer because of that damn mask." Reggie shouted, becoming upset with his younger brother.

"People can think all they want. It's not like I care," he snapped, making his way into the kitchen.

"You should care. Do you want to end up in prison?"

Paul laughed lightly then stared at his brother from the kitchen. "I'm not going to jail,"

Reggie's stare hardened on his brother, remaining silent. Paul just glared at his brother for a long while until he turned his eyes onto the TV. He knew he was in deep shit, but he really didn't want to tell his brother the truth. He didn't want his brother to know that he is a murderer.

"What happened to your face?" his brother questioned lowly. Paul let out a breath of air, quickly tearing his eyes off of his brother. "Nothing," he shrugged.

"Those scars on your face sure doesn't look like nothing." Reggie told him. "Is that the reason why you wear that mask?"

"That's like asking me how to breathe," Paul stared at Reggie with a bored expression on his face.

Reggie sighed and shook his head. "How did you get all those scars?"

Paul shrugged, not really caring. "That's for me to know and you to not worry about."

"Don't know how to handle sharp objects anymore?" his brother snickered, chuckling lightly.

"Haha, very funny. I forgot to laugh." Paul responded, emotionless.

Reggie laughed silently to himself then turned his eyes back onto the television screen. "But seriously, what happened?"

"That's none of your damn business," Paul snapped, becoming clearly annoyed. Why does his brother have to ask him so many questions all the time?

"Well, there's a bunch of scars on my brother's face and yet it's none of my business?" his brother said calmly, trying to prove a point.

Paul rolled his eyes, opening the refrigerator. He scanned the inside of the refrigerator for at least a Dr. Pepper can or just a bottle of Hennessy. He needed some sort of energy to calm his nerves so he decided to grab the bottle of Hennessy, setting it down on the counter. He twisted the cap open and wrapped his large hand around the top of the bottle, bringing it up to his lips. The strong taste of alcohol rolled over his tongue as he continued to chug down the bottle of Hennessy.

Reggie now entered the kitchen and sighed just as he saw his younger brother drinking. Paul finally removed the top of the bottle from his lips and placed it down on the counter.

"I'm gonna go out for a walk," Paul said after he let out a breath of air.

"You're always going out to do something. Why don't you stay home for at least one day and spend some time with your big brother?" Reggie suggested, crossing his arms.

"There's nothing to do in this house, Reggie." He stated, continuing, "I would like to do something that could provide for me."

"So spending time with me wouldn't provide for you?"

Paul groaned, becoming annoyed once more. "No. If you want to spend more time with me, I think it's best to do it outdoors."

"You are so complicated, Paul." Reggie confessed, chuckling lightly from underneath his breath.

Paul ran a hand through his hair, returning to his room. He took a quick shower and quickly got on something dark that suits him very well. Of course, his choice would be all black.

As he returned downstairs, he leaned against the front door and wondered if Reggie was going to come with him or not. Reggie stared at his brother calmly through the kitchen. Paul guessed he must have remained in the same spot while he was gone.

"Are you coming?" he wondered.

Reggie nodded then put down his cup of coffee that he was currently drinking, "Yeah,"

Paul watched as Reggie made his way over to him and opened the door. The two brothers walked out swiftly.

xxx

Smoke fogged the air momentarily, the scent drowning on Reggie, having him somewhat bothered by it. He turned his eyes to Paul and watched as the young teen placed the cigarette against his lips, inhaling the smoke before releasing it into the air.

Paul played with the sand with his free hand, staring at the crystal clear lake in front of his eyes. The water looked so beautiful and so bright, especially at this time of the day with the sun shining and all. He could almost take notice of a few water Pokémon in the lake, but he was mostly curious about the legendary Pokémon, Azelf.

The two brothers were currently in Lake Valor, watching the view of the lake and enjoying the fresh air upon them. Paul, however, had a strange sense of déjà vu. Something about the crystal clear water had him thinking, as if he was in the water with someone before.

He woke up underwater, discovering he was in the ocean.

The lavender haired boy remained quiet, furrowing his eyebrows together as weird scenes played in his head, fucking with his brain.

A shade of blue caught his eyes.

Blue eyes? He thought, Dawn has blue eyes.

More scenes continued to fuck with his head, confusing the shit out of him.

The large figure was getting closer to him, becoming larger by its shadow.

It's eyes were as blue as the ocean.

She smiled at him excitedly, grabbing a hold of his hand.

Her lips were only centimeters away from his.

"Paul?"

The lavender haired teen blinked, snapping out of his train of thoughts. An odd feeling occurred inside his body. He felt as if he was having another one of his schizophrenia moments, but that couldn't be it. There were no voices speaking to him, there were just scenes, scenes that he believed he once lived before.

"You okay?"

Paul narrowed his eyes at his brother and nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine, why?" he pressed the cigarette against his lips once more, inhaling the smoke before letting it exit his mouth.

"You were just in another world." His brother said, raising his eyebrows.

"Uhhh, no, I just think I've been here with someone before…" he confessed, staring intently at the crystal clear water in front of his eyes.

"Ahhh," Reggie breathed, returning his eyes onto the crystal clear water.

Silence filled the air for a moment.

"Remember that girl that I had a wet dream about?" Paul started.

Reggie turned his eyes to his younger brother and quirked a smile at him. "Yeah, whyyyy?"

Paul pressed the cigarette against his lips once more, inhaling the smoke for a moment before letting it exit his mouth. A firm smile plastered on his face a few seconds later at the thought of Dawn.

"Well, turns out she's my girlfriend now." He stated.

"How come I knew this was coming?" Reggie laughed, patting Paul's shoulder.

The wind passed by Paul's lavender bangs as he shrugged. "'Cause you're my brother and you know things." he admitted, placing the cigarette against his lips again.

Reggie smiled, lying down on his back on the grassy ground. He closed his eyes shut and just let the wind pass through his hair, enjoying the weather. It wasn't that cold outside, but it was cool enough for a nice breeze.

"You're right. I do know things."

xxx

"Ah, so you're dating Paul now?" Drew gave his blue haired friend a smirk.

Dawn blushed lightly, hugging a pink pillow against her stomach tightly. "Well, I think so, I'm not sure…" she bit down on her bottom lip for quite a moment, remembering the moment she shared with Paul in her bedroom.

"How are you not sure?" her green haired friend wondered curiously, resting the back of his head against his palms. Which he was currently lying down on his girlfriend's bed and her best friend happened to be right next to him.

"Well, I simply asked "what does this make us?" right, but then he gave me no answer, like, all he gave me was a smirk. I mean, that could mean anything! I have no freaking clue what it means though." Dawn sounded like she was about to have a panic attack, but she kept her cool.

Drew, however, found himself laughing lightly to himself over his friend's mini reaction. "Seems like he just wants you to figure it out yourself. But if I had to put my thoughts into this, then yeah I believe he's into you."

Dawn's blush deepened as she looked down at her hands shyly. Obviously, they must be together, considering that kiss they shared and that quick kiss he gave her before he left her bedroom.

Before the blue haired beauty could say something, the room door flew open as her brown haired best friend stepped in with smoothies in her hands.

"I brought smoothies!" May exclaimed excitedly, closing the door behind her with her foot, plopping down on the bed next to Drew.

Drew's eyes immediately filled with sunshine as he sat up quickly. "Ah, thanks babe! I was really craving something like this," he said, taking the strawberry smoothie from her hands.

"You're welcome," May responded, handing her best friend a blueberry smoothie before taking a sip of her own.

"We were just talking about Dawn and her new boyfriend." Drew confessed, taking a sip of his smoothie.

Raising her eyes, May narrowed her eyes at Dawn curiously. "Boyfriend?"

Dawn nodded, that smile still on her face. She brought the tip of her straw up to her lips and took a sip of her blueberry filled smoothie. Oh, that lovely taste of her smoothie made her even happier than she was. Or maybe she was just really in the mood for something sweet.

"And what is his name, missy?" the brunette asked, somewhat feeling excitement for her friend as well.

"Uh, Paul." She confirmed. She didn't even have to think.

That smile that was on May's face only moments ago dropped down. Obviously, she was not so pleased with this news.

"That creepy boy you ran off with?" her best friend had her mouth gaped open after she said this.

Dawn suddenly felt nervous, so she torn her eyes off of her best friend for quite a while, letting them linger on the walls of her best friend's room for a moment. "Yeah… him…" she chewed on her bottom lip.

May nodded slowly, turning her eyes to Drew after a few seconds. Drew only stared at his girlfriend with his eyebrows raised, wondering why she looked so disappointed in Dawn. "Um… he sure does look like he is one of those… you know… crazy kind of guys…"

"He's not crazy." Dawn stated quickly, narrowing her eyes on May quickly. "Just because he wears all black and is just simply a mystery, doesn't mean he is crazy. He's actually a nice guy."

"Pfffft, yeah, I doubt that." Drew denied, chuckling lightly to himself. "Don't get me wrong, he is cool though, although he has issues with his attitude and all."

"Or maybe that's just the way he is…" the blunette said, closing her eyes shut for a moment.

"Okay, then he's not crazy, but, from what I've heard, it seems that he's sort of caught up into a lot of crap. And it's all over the news." May confessed, taking a sip of her smoothie once more.

Dawn's eyes widened immediately, confusion rising on her face suddenly. "News?"

May placed the smoothie against her lap and let out a breath of air. "Yeah, haven't you seen it?"

"No?" Dawn was confused, trying to figure out what exactly Paul could have done to even end up on the news, however.

Her brown haired best friend sighed and got up momentarily. She walked over to her dresser and grabbed the remote, turning the television on. She searched through the channel guide to find the news until she finally came upon it. As she did, she exited out of the channel guide and returned onto the bed, plopping down right next to Drew.

The blunette stared at the television for a while, watching carefully.

The words plastered on the bottom screen of the TV were 'Masked criminal in Sinnoh.'

"He wears a mask now and I think that's pretty weird…" May whispered, paying attention to the news as well as Dawn and Drew.

The screen shown cameras that were hidden in the streets, currently keeping its full on attention on Paul's car, which shown him escaping out of the car and running as far as he can away from the police.

Furrowing her eyebrows together, Dawn wondered what the actual hell Paul could have done for the news to be calling him a "criminal". What the hell? This made no sense!

The news was now focusing on a police officer discussing what he had discovered or learned about Paul, or the "masked criminal".

"We're trying to figure out what his name is, but that teenage girl we encountered could barely tell us a thing. She was crying, saying that he molested her. But, that's one of the most important information that we have on this guy."

"And did you ever find out what that girl's name is?" the news reporter asked.

"Giselle Ainsworth."

"Ahhh, Giselle Ainsworth. What other information do you have on the masked criminal?"

"Well, I'm not sure if he is a criminal, but he did commit a crime on molesting her. See, I don't know why he wears a mask, but I think he wears it to cover his identity so nobody would know who he is. However, his mask barely covers his features; it only covers his eyes and his nose, but not his mouth. His hair color is the color of purple, so that's a very important thing we know. But, that's all we know about this guy. We still have to investigate."

"Paul would never do such a thing…" Dawn said lowly. May narrowed her eyes on her best friend and sighed, turning off the TV and turned to her blue haired best friend.

"All of it sounds crazy, doesn't it?"

"That's sound like a bunch of bullshit." Drew said, rolling his eyes after a moment.

"Drew's right, it does sound like bullshit." Dawn agreed.

"How is that bullshit? You guys just saw what was on the news; he is a masked criminal for crying out loud!" May shouted, sighing loudly. She ran a hand through her brown hair and closed her eyes momentarily.

"Well, first off, I think Paul wouldn't do something like that, ever. And they don't even have any proof that he had molested that Giselle girl." Her boyfriend confessed, narrowing his eyes on Dawn.

"The police officer just said that that girl was crying as she told him that he did!" May hissed, groaning.

Dawn shook her head as she got up on her feet. She grabbed her purse which was lying down on the bed and sighed. As she headed to the front door of the room, she stopped however to look back at May. "You know what May, I would like for you to at least be happy for me for once. I'd really appreciate it if you stop putting me down all the time and start being happy for me. But obviously you can't do that."

She tore her eyes off of May, opening the door and left. May blinked in disbelief, frowning in somewhat.

Drew sighed, kissing his girlfriend's cheek softly before rubbing it gently with his thumb. "You think too much, you know that?"

May glared at Drew and punched him playfully in the arm. "No, I do not, I just care about her a lot, that's all."

"Yeah, you care too much, that's the problem."

"I just don't want Dawn to get hurt." She whispered, glancing away. She narrowed her eyes at her lamp and turned it off. "Let's go to sleep, I'm tired anyway."

xxx

"Would you like to tell me who Giselle is?"

Silence was all that could come out of his system. He couldn't say anything just thinking about it. Thinking about Giselle only made him furious than ever. He hated that girl with a dying passion. He just wanted to kill the living soul out of her if he could. Heck, considering he has an addiction to committing murders, he would love to have her as his next victim.

It was dark outside and the bright lights of the city of Veilstone made everything look even beautiful. All the buildings with all the stores and everything. He just wanted to enjoy this moment with Dawn, on a bridge, looking at the boats floating along the ocean. He didn't want to deal with any drama, as a matter of fact. He wanted Giselle to be his past. She got what she wanted, so she should just leave him the hell alone.

Many people were walking along the bridge as well, passing by the two teens. Paul, however, finally decided to let go of his mask. Anybody would recognize him as the "masked criminal" any time soon. After watching the news, he had to stop wearing that mask so he wouldn't be screwed.

"She's nobody." he responded.

Knowing Dawn, he'd expect her to get angry with him right now. He wouldn't be surprised if she starts getting that way anyway. He just wanted to find a way out of this topic, stress free. He didn't want drama building up in their relationship already. They just got together, and already everything is turning haywire.

"I'm not in the mood for you to be fucking around with me, Paul. I want the truth, now." She demanded, crossing her arms beneath her chest.

"She's an obsessive little whore that has nothing else to do with her life, that's the truth." He responded coldly.

"I saw the news and I'm just confused, really. Did you molest her?" she wondered with full on curiosity.

Already his system was working his nerves. Anger was rising in his chest immediately and all he felt like doing was choking the crap out of someone to death.

"No, I didn't fucking molest her. All that crap that you see on the news is a bunch of lies, Dawn, I didn't molest her. Truth is, she wants me, but I don't want her." He shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket as his fists curled into a tight ball. He was already heated as it was.

"She's really good friends with Cato?" Dawn raised her eyebrows, turning her eyes to the view of the boats for a moment. Thoughts were fluttering through her brain as she tried to remember something back at the Contest Hall, where she saw Cato and some girl on the bleachers. She remembered that girl rolling her eyes at her, as if she was envious of her for whatever reason.

Could that be her? She wondered, narrowing her eyes at Paul.

She stayed quiet for a moment before beginning to ask him a question. "Did that Giselle girl happen to be at the Contest Hall with Cato?"

"Yeah, that's her." He said quietly, grabbing his cigarette box from his pocket, taking one out. He lit it up with his lighter and returned the box and the lighter into his pocket. He pressed the cigarette against his lips, inhaling the smoke before letting it exit out into the air.

Dawn narrowed her eyes at the cigarette then back up to his face, somewhat not pleased with what he is doing. She frowned somewhat, but then returned her eyes onto the water as the wind blew along her sapphire blue hair. "I didn't know you smoke."

"You don't know a lot of things about me," he stated, staring intently at the water. "I smoke, I drink, and plenty of other things. I guess this is what you call a 'fucked up' person."

"No, you're not a fucked up person." She admitted, motioning her hand over to his. The tips of her fingers brushed against the cold surface of his fingers. It was cold outside, so the temperature of his hand didn't really surprise her. "Nobody's perfect, everybody has their flaws and faults. It's normal."

If you knew the truth about me, you would runaway and never come back, he assumed.

She took his hand in his and intertwined their hands together. A smile crossed on her face as the wind continued to blow against both of their faces. He narrowed his eyes at her as well and just smirked slightly.

"I believe you."

Paul remained silent, staring at her for a while. He guessed that if the more they discuss about Giselle, Dawn will find out what he did with her… and he didn't want her to find out. Hell, he only had sex with Giselle because she was going to ruin his life and tell Dawn the truth about him. It was either have sex with her or not to have sex with her and lose Dawn from his life. He had no choice.

What she doesn't know wouldn't hurt her, and for that problem he ended up in, he wasn't planning on having her know. He wasn't planning on breaking her heart, 'cause that would only break him.

Author's Note: Preview for next chapter…

"You fancy me… but you really love Dawn."

"Can you help me?"

"This is my old school."

"He isn't exactly as innocent as you think he is."

Stay tuned and review. (;