Chapter 2- Noon

Ayame surveyed the scene from the top of yet another tall building.

Seriously? What is it with evil beings and tall buildings? Thought the girl as her partner floated towards her.

"Ayame! Ayame! I found where the Kurashi are! There are LOTS of them, and they're in the building over..." he raised one small white paw, "there! In the building with the funny looking green smiley face."

The girl squinted, her red eyes focusing on what the Shyuu, a Pokemon that looked very much like an albino pigmy Mew, pointed at. "Macha, that's not a smiley face, that's a Hoppip in front of a Venasaur. The logo for, I dunno, probably Pipsaur Multimedia or something."

"Anywaysies, you have to go and get the Kurashi. They're in the top floor! Use the right attack, okay-okay?" Macha asked in his happy-hyper voice as he zoomed in circles around Ayame's head.

Her off-white-and-black ears twitched at the sound of his high voice as her red eyes tried not to focus on the Shyuu's body, for doing so would only result in one dizzy Persian girl.

"Okay, here I go!" She walked a few steps backward, and took a deep breath. Although not the first time she would do this, it always freaked her out to do it. After a blink and a gulp, she ran up to the edge of the building, her white boots padding against the concrete. Then, as she reached the very edge, she leaped off the side, flying down towards the Kurashi-filled Pipsaur tower. Narrowing her eyes as she sped through the night air, she spread her arms and legs out. "Flying Serpent Faint Attack!"

Instead of her own body using the darkness to teleport, rippling black-silver energy flew out of her body, taking the rough form of a serpent with gleaming red eyes, a wide-open mouth, and huge fangs. The altered attack passed through the walls of the building, and Ayame smirked as she heard the shrieks of the vanishing Kurashi.

With a small "tap," she landed safely on the ground as she watched Macha float towards the building, and then disappear. Making sure nobody saw her, the girl quickly focused on transforming back into her normal self. In a split second, her white dress, gloves, and boots were gone, leaving a pair of blue, thick flannel pants and a matching long-sleeved shirt in their respective places. Her Persian ears and tail also disappeared, and her pink hair flew back up into a high ponytail.

Macha soon reappeared next to her, clapping his paws, and in an instant, a pink-themed bedroom soon replaced the cityscape. The girl shot under her blankets, shivering and glaring at the floating normal-and-psychic-type Pokemon. "Macha, next time, I'm NOT teleporting onto a December battlefield at two in the morning wearing my pajamas! It was so cold out there!"

"But it was fun, fun, fun! Wheeeeee!" Sang the hyperactive Pokemon as he spun around in the air.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Muttered Ayame as she curled into a ball under her blanket. "Now, if you don't mind, I need to sleep. Tomorrow's a Thursday, and I have a test on DNA-"

"Test on DNA! Yaaaay! You'll get a nice grade, Aya-aya!"

Ayame groaned. In addition to Hiro's nicknames (which, since they began going out, she actually found cute in as well as annoying), Macha had been trying out every single way of saying or manipulating her name for the past month.

"Nng, just shut up for once so I can go to sleep," the girl mumbled as she closed her eyes. This job is starting to get on my last nerve.


"Good morning, Ayame!" Waved the boy as the Persian hybrid walked up to the school's gates. "Ready for the biology test first period? I hope I don't forget the differences between the types of RNA, that confuses me. What about you?"

"Um, yeah, I'm fine, Hiro, I guess. Wait..." Ayame trailed off as Hiro started to walk with her inside. "Adenine...goes with Cytosine?"

"No, Adenine goes with Thymine. Cytosine goes with Guanine." Hiro confirmed, elbowing his girlfriend in the side. "How much did you REALLY study, Yaya?"

"Hey! I was up at two in the morning!" Ayame shot back. Well, it's true! She added mentally. Only, I was beating up freaks of nature, not going over the differences between mRNA and tRNA and what the stupid base pairs are.


In a bush, hidden away, a pair of red eyes glinted as a shaft of light caught them.

Idiot girl, the thing thought to itself. His mouth pulled back into a sneer when he saw her blush a little as Hiro playfully hugged her. She will be no match for me. Especially now that I know what it is she treasures.


Ayame groaned before biting down on her school lunch. Hiro rolled his eyes, and offered some of his food to Hana, his Spearow. "You think you flunked it, huh?"

"YES! I did so bad! I just know I did!"

"But I thought you said you were up late studying? Yaya..." Ayame winced as he mock-glared at her. "You weren't up late writing 'Ayame loves Hiro' in your biology notebook last night, were you?"

"Shut up!" The girl shouted, throwing a noodle at his head. She giggled as it became entangled in his short, spiky black hair.

Hiro grinned as he picked it out. "You'd think you'd throw fewer noodles at my head after we've been going out for a month, but no..."

"Haha." The fifteen-year-old mocked, although she felt happy inside. It was true...they stayed together for over a month. No breakups, only a couple fights, nothing seemed to be wrong. Ayame had heard that many couples broke up in the past after two or three weeks because the thrill of being in a couple wore off, but that didn't seem to be happening.

Only...she had one regret. Hiro told her everything, and so did she...with one exception. She wasn't allowed to tell anybody about her "alter ego." The whole human extinction needed to be kept a secret, and Macha even threatened to throw her out a window. Which, for him, was a pretty serious threat, since he never threatened anybody (he was too busy twirling in circles).

But Ayame wasn't one to always pay attention to people's threats, especially when she knew they either wouldn't carry them out, or wouldn't affect her. In fact, the only reason she kept her nighttime side from her boyfriend was because he might have a reaction to her.

No, not any kind of romantic reaction. An allergic reaction-possibly deadly. His mother had been plagued by allergies to furry Pokemon since her teenage years, and they still had yet to find out if they had been passed on to Hiro. The last thing Ayame wanted was for Hiro to be sent to the hospital because of her.

"Ayame?" She looked up, and into his deep, thoughtful eyes. "Is everything okay?"

Her mouth pulled back into a sad smile. "Of course, Hiro, everything's fine..."

"Everything...is perfect."


Ayame sighed five nights later as she collapsed into her bed. Macha sat down next to her head, on her fluffy pink pillow, his white body only enhancing the pink-flooded room of the girl's.

"Macha...what possessed the stupid Kurashi to want to attack Violet City EVERY SINGLE night this week?" She whined, pulling the pink blanket over her head.

"The Kurashi...they want to wipe out the humans. We can't let them, Aya-aya!" Macha exclaimed as he hit her with one tiny white paw. "Even though you are tired, you should keep fighting! Macha is very tired, but Macha does his job!" He threw us arms into the air for emphasis.

Ayame poked his furry stomach. "Macha, why do you like to refer to yourself in third person?"

Macha laughed, then purred as she scratched his chin. The girl giggled as he curled up next to her neck, and fell asleep.

"You had a long day too," muttered the hybrid as she too closed her eyes and lost consciousness.


"What? Again?" Ayame looked down. She felt so guilty. "I thought...man, Ayame..."

"I'm sorry, Hiro, it's just...tonight, I think I'm busy."

"You think you're busy?"

She bit her lip. She really wanted to tell him that she couldn't know in advance, but thought that Violet City might be attacked by super-violent, unknown-to-the-populous Pokemon with world-domination and the extinction of humans on their mind. "Yeah, uh, Mom has this...thing...and I might have to go, so, yeah...I can't go out with you tonight. I'm really sorry."

Hiro shrugged, his black hair bending in the winter breeze. "It's okay, I guess. I'll just invite my...I dunno, cousin or something to go with me to dinner."

"Sorry," Ayame mumbled, then shifted her glance to her bag. Macha was waving his paws. "Uh, Hiro? I gotta go...see you on Monday!"

Hiro sighed as she ran off in the direction of her house, dodging students on their way out of school for the weekend. He looked at his watch and sighed again. "This is the seventh reservation I've had to cancel..." Hiro then reached into his backpack, and withdrew a round, red-and-white Pokeball. He let it fall to the ground, and in a burst of white light, a small bird appeared.

"Spear?" She tipped her head, looking at her trainer.

"I know, Hana, I'm sad." With a sad crow, she flitted onto his shoulder as Hiro minimized the Pokeball so it would fit in his backpack. "I don't know if Ayame wants to go out with me anymore." Hana crooned, and bit his ear. "You know, I know that's a compliment among you Spearow, but that really hurts, Hana."

She cawed, and hopped on his hair.

"Hey, Hana!" But the bird felt happy, because it made her trainer smile.


It was the following week's Saturday night, and Ayame sat on her chair in front of her desk, staring at her cell phone.

The past phone call had been...tragic.

Hiro called her, asking if she wanted to go out. They hadn't been on a date together for over two weeks.

She declined the offer, knowing Macha had left to search for Kurashi. They had seen evidence of exponentially growing activity near her school, and Macha said he wanted to go check it out and report back. Ayame knew any plans would have to be changed, so she turned him down.

Then Hiro asked if she was serious about their relationship.

"It took so long to convince him I am..." Ayame trailed off, looking out the window at the setting sun. "Maybe..."

In a flash, she was rummaging through her closet. "Where are they, where are they...ah! There!" Pink flannel pajamas were pulled out, and after she closed the window, off went her tan coat, long-sleeved blue shirt, black pleated skirt, and thick black tights, and on went the pajamas. She ruffled her hair with her hands, and stowed the clothes away in her dirty laundry bin.

When Macha came back into her room, he found a girl lying in bed, looking at him with bleary eyes.

"Aya-aya! You okay? You okay?" He zoomed over to her head, feeling it with his paw. "Are you warm?"

Yeah, 'cause I kept a flashlight on my forehead until you came in, thought the teenager. Coughing, she looked up at him. "Macha, I feel really sick...I don't know if I can fight tonight."

His large pink eyes blinked. "Oh...okaysies! I know what to do!" His tiny white body floated back over to the window. "You don't fight tonight, and you get well, but I can handle fighting the bad Kurashi! Bye bye!"

Then he teleported away. Ayame stood up, and walked over to the windowsill. She just stared out into the night, straining her eyes to see if they caught any activity that might be Macha. "Good luck..."

I'm not really quitting, or anything, she thought as she changed back into her clothes. I just need to take tonight off. That's okay, right?


"I'll get it!" A muffled voice yelled from inside. The door opened to reveal Hiro. "What? Ayame?"

"Hi, Hiro!" Ayame grinned. "Guess what? I don't have to do anything tonight! We can go out!"

Hiro's face brightened immediately. "Really? That-that's great!" He turned back inside. "Mom! Ayame and I are going out, okay? Can you feed Hana for me?"

"Sure." Arisa said as she came to the doorway, with Hana fluttering in the air behind her. "Hello there, Ayame. You two have fun, but be sure to be back by ten."

"Okay. Let's go, Hiro," the girl agreed as she grabbed her boyfriend's hand. "See you later Miss Miyamoto, Hana!"


"I had a lot of fun tonight, Hiro, thanks." Ayame said as they stood outside her house.

"Hey, I'm just happy that you could come," he replied, holding her hand. "Maybe...we'll go out again?"

She smiled. "Yeah, we will."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Ayame couldn't stop smiling as she walked up the stairs, greeted her mother, and changed into her pajamas again.

Once she reached her room, she looked around. Macha hasn't gotten back yet, she noted mentally. Shaking her head, she pulled her blankets over her. It's probably nothing. He'll be here tomorrow, he's probably just erasing memories or something.

Nothing to worry about.


Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. Pokemon is owned by Satoshi Tajiri, Gamefreak, and any other respective and legal owners.

Author's Note: Whew! Sorry this is up so late…I was going to post it over the weekend, but it never happened, did it? Yeah, sorry. Oh yeah, and I never said this in Chapter 1, but this IS based off of Mia Ikumi's Tokyo Black Cat Girl, which I am really glad one person (rikacreator) saw. Anyways, I still have to finish writing Chapter 3, but it REALLY WILL go up over the weekend. Probably not tomorrow, but definitely the weekend. Really. Oh yeah, and does anybody know where I got the name "Macha"? Or, following how I got it (bonus question, nya!) what the alternative name would be? If you answer both questions…I shall smack myself for not being original, and I shall bow in your general direction. Okay…REVIEW! Pweeeaaase?