Author's note: English isn't my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

Prologue

'Say, what's your name?'

Rikka twitched when the blue-haired boy suddenly posed that question. Apparently he had just realised he didn't get the name of the girl who had found him. It was surreal: the one she had been fighting ever since she became a Pretty Cure was sitting on the sofa in her living room. But she was strangely calm, and he was the one who needed help. Despite her initial fear and grudge against him, she couldn't have left Ira washed up on the shore wounded like that.

'Oh. It's uh...' she hesitated a bit. She didn't know what real-life amnesia looked like, but Ira was acting so strangely it might as well have been authentic. It was like he was a whole other person.

'Hishikawa Rikka.'

'Ah, nice to meet you, Rikka.'

The girl felt embarrassed when he called her by her first name so casually. Then again, she didn't think their enemies ever adressed themselves by their last names, so Ira probably didn't find it rude.

'Yeah, you too,' she said with an awkward smile. Meanwhile, Raquel who was floating nearby, gave the boy a distrustful frown. He was against bringing Ira to their place; this whole situation reeked of trouble. But Rikka was smart so he trusted she knew what she was doing.

Getting back on track, Rikka clenched the first-aid kit she had brought earlier and cleared her throat before stating: 'Now let's treat your injuries.'

She bent down to the boy to check his head first. Strands of his hair were singed and there was a reddish wound on his temple. Rikka soaked a cotton ball in steril water and gently applied it to the wound with a tweezer. Ira shivered when she did that but nothing more. At least the sea water cooled his burns, Rikka thought. Once she cleansed the wound, she took a roll of bandage and wrapped it around his forehead a few times.

She had noticed the scratch on the boy's cheek before, so she cleansed it too and put a plaster over it. Ira looked a bit puzzled when she touched his face but didn't resist.

When she was done, she instructed him: 'Take off your jacket please,'

The boy's eyes widened a little before Rikka finished: 'I'll check your arms.'

She waited while Ira put away his jacket which wasn't dry yet and had scorch marks on some places. He wore a red T-shirt underneath which matched his choker. His right arm was bandaged with Rikka's handkerchief in the place where a blister was. She could treat it now. Besides that, she noticed that both of his forearms bore those freaky patterns she had seen. They twisted and branched like roots or lightning - Rikka had no explanation for them other than magic.

Did he get into a fight with his comrades? Was that the cause of his amnesia?

'What strange scars,' she noted aloud, holding Ira's arm to get a closer look. They seemed to exuse some pus. 'Hold on, I'll bandage them for you.'

Ira silently watched as the girl wiped the markings with a gauze swab, took the bandage again and skilfully covered his forearms with it.

'There. Does it hurt anywhere else?'

'I think only my feet are left,' Ira replied demurely. He had mentioned they were aching on their way to Rikka's house, so she had readily supported him.

'Alright, let me take a look,' Rikka offered, a bit relieved she wouldn't need to undress him further.

Some treating procedures later, the girl was inclined to believe she had treated all of her patient's injuries. Raquel observed the whole scene in quiet disbelief. He couldn't understand why Rikka was being so kind to him. Ira had done nothing to deserve this!

'I think we're done,' Rikka announced, satisfied with her work.

'Thank you,' Ira said gratefully and checked himself out.

Rikka let a gracious smile cross her face. It didn't even matter now that Ira was her enemy; treating him just made her happy. Maybe this was the thing she wanted to do in the future. Although it still felt weird to see Ira behave so innocently.

That was when the blue fairy decided to step in. 'So, you still don't remember anything~quel?' he asked, flying in front of Ira with a stern look.

Ira frowned and lowered his gaze. 'Not before the moment you guys found me.'

Rikka put a hand to her chin in thought. She believed he was telling the truth. So, now what? Should I just let him stay at my house until he's fully healed? She wondered how her friends would react given that Raquel was already on edge. It was risky but she couldn't just leave him like this, right?

'Hmm, maybe it'll come back to you later,' she said finally to comfort her patient. 'Don't worry.'

Suddenly, Ira's stomach let out a loud growl. 'Sorry, have you got anything to eat?' he asked scratching his head.

That's right, he must be starving! Rikka realized with shock. She didn't know how long he had been uncoscious or lost at sea after all.

Fidgeting, she quickly replied: 'Sure! I'll cook something up. You just rest,' and headed to the kitchen followed by Raquel.