A/N: Hello there! Unfortunately, I have not much to say so I'm just going to proceed to the disclaimer!

One, this story contains an UNHOLY NUMBER of head cannons. Very few of the things I've written here are considered cannon, since the manga hasn't been continued and a great number of the published ones if not all are still untranslated yet. But, don't worry! I've consulted numerous sources, so hopefully, those that are cannon are actually accurate ^_^

Two, this story was inspired by the fanart that I am currently using as a cover. It is not mine, unfortunately, but rather from an absolutely AMAZING AND OUT-OF-THIS-WORLD artist by the name luoqin! You may find her here:

If you are reading this, Miss Luo, then let me just say that I love you and your art and God, why am I not you? TwT

Well, I guess that's pretty much it : Please do enjoy what I've got so far!

Then, if that's the case, let's just a flip a coin.

...Heads?

She woke to the sound of her Foongus, shaking her gently away from her slumber. Her large, unwilling eyes flutter open, and she finds the same ceiling she remembers from last night. Bland and white, like how she found it the night before. Her eyes moved towards the side where the clock was strategically-placed so it will be the second thing she sees, after relying on the white ceiling to remind her that she was indeed back to reality.

It read 6:30 a.m.—it was time to get up, but the room was still silent. Far too silent.

She knew that nothing in it has ever really changed, but somehow, all of it seemed unfamiliar.

...Tails?

Her bathroom door flew open and out came her old, fresh self. She felt renewed somehow, despite how it was the same routine always. Her feet almost pranced their way to her bed, where her uniform, just recently sent to her doorstep, laid waiting. She gathered it up to her skin lovingly, trying to feel all the possibility of a life filled with excitement and responsibility that every thread and fiber can provide her.

Today was the day, after all.

She slipped into the fabric, and it felt like a new layer of skin for her, but somehow, it seemed like it belonged to her all along.

...Heads?

The image of her in that set of clothing flashed before her as she tried to walk briefly in front of the mirror. She never really intended to see herself, afraid of what kind of image of her she will see and how foreign it will be from who she really deemed to be her true self, but that unfamiliar girl looking at her with a rueful smile through the translucent glass effortlessly pulled her back.

It was a big surprise that her old clothes still fitted her, despite how long it has been since she was allowed to wear it.

She examined herself a bit, from her long brown hair which she braided into two loops, her visor, down to her white-and-blue blouse and her yellow skirt-shorts, all the way to her blue sneakers. Mediocre, she thought to herself, and she found it good.

Maybe these familiar garments can garner a new image of her, enough to fool her future acquaintances and herself as well? She can only hope.

...Tails?

She arrived at the ceremonies just before they start with the opening remarks. With a small amount of unlikely luck, she found a good spot, somewhere near the stage. From there, she could already see the officials whom which she is ready to pay all the respect she can muster from her young self. Her eyes journeyed around for a few moments, trying to find that familiar set of long, green hair, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps, he was already in his designated place, getting ready? Her stomach did flips at the thought of what he may look like when he appeared.

She had waited for so long just for this moment to come. Finally, it was happening, and she was there to witness it all.

The day when her lord will finally be officially crowned as King of all.

...Heads?

The doors opened and in came a tall man in a simple suit, his slightly long and dark locks swaying subtly as he made his way to the table in front of them. His eyes seemed stern underneath those thin-rimmed glasses, but she had learned from her past years that assuming will always be her worst features.

She knew she had to give the teacher the benefit of the doubt.

His opening speech was really simple. Just a few welcoming remarks and then he immediately preceded with the recitation of the class rules. After he has done and has gotten their confirmation that they have understood, he began calling out their names.

It wasn't long before he came across hers, and the sound of it sent several different feelings across her spine, making her whole body shiver.

Even her own name sounded new to her ears.

...Tails?

She stayed behind as the others walked towards the other room to continue their celebration upon their new king's coronation. No one seemed to mind—as a matter of fact, no one seemed to notice her as she leaned against the wall, rehearsing for the umpteenth time what she was to say to him. That is, if he actually stops to even spend the time remembering who she was.

"Why are you all alone there, Mei?"

She jumped in shock, and immediately turned to find him looking at her with the gentlest pair of green eyes. He chuckled, and his laugh was low and warm, and all the more did it make her feel different.

"Ah, forgive me, I keep forgetting," he said, his smile not leaving his lips. "Your new name is now Whi-Two, yes?"

Her heart skipped another beat. He had called her by her new name.

She tried to give him a reply, but somehow, all she could do was stutter, and he did all the interpreting for her, which he didn't seem to mind. It was always like that between him and her. He was there always to understand.

"Well, how does it feel like to be part of Team Plasma?"

Again, she couldn't spill a word to him, but somehow, she got her message across for some strange process.

"That's good to hear," he whispered with a smile as he led her to the other room.

Indeed, he understood that though everything seemed new, it all felt familiar.

…Heads?

When she first entered that school on the request of her mother, she had one goal in mind: to be as invisible as possible.

Obviously, for someone with a past like her, any form of connection that will to the unearthing of who she was is unacceptable, or at least that was what her mother had told her. Now that she found herself standing together with a fellow student, being offered alongside him this thing they called a "pokedex", she wondered if she still had chances to at least be transparent.

Somehow, the fascinated looks she's gotten from others gave her the feeling that her chances were going downhill from here. And it doesn't help that she feels like she has no escape anymore to re-restart her life now that this so-called "opportunity"—as what they all told her—is now nestled in her weary hands.

The burden felt unfamiliar when it shouldn't have. She knew this wasn't the first.

With a smile and a small thank you, she began walking away to provide herself space from others, examining the small gadget she was given with hesitant eyes. She wondered what she was to do with it, but if the boy who also got the same thing insists that it is a big help, then who she was to refuse?

She looked behind her, having that weird gut-feeling that someone was watching her, and sure enough, the same boy from before was now looking at her, a friendly smile in his face.

It felt strange.

It felt unfamiliar.

But she knew that she's seen that face before.

…Tails?

When she first agreed to enter Team Plasma, it was because of her immense love for her dear lord N, and she only had one goal in mind: to offer him her immense loyalty until the day that she died.

Now that her hand held that chip and her legs were running for dear life, she wondered if this was still part of the package.

She shook her head and replaced her confused countenance with a determined look. Of course, it was. Anything for her beloved lord N.

"Whi-Two, let's go!" a comrade cries from behind her. She tries her best to turn, hoping that the reluctance in her being can be replaced by raw courage. She tried to remove her fear-stricken eyes away from their burning building, and with a large amount of effort, she did, but only to catch a glimpse of an image standing in front of the burning rubble.

Somehow, the blurred of the long, green hair made her turn the opposite side, towards the scorching building. Her comrades screamed from behind her, but neither their screeches nor their warnings could stop her.

Her lord needed her, and she must come to his need.

Conversely, the image begin to change. The long and majestic figure slowly morphed into another, and as she was but a few feet away, she saw the falseness of her assumptions.

For in front of her was not her beloved leader, nor any comrade for that matter.

In the face of the blazing milieu stood the figure of a foe, his eyes intense as they journeyed around the falling debris and burned rubble, possibly seeking something important.

Something she possibly owns.

Her feet froze halfway, and thankfully, the figure did not see her as she tried to recollect her cool and inconspicuously turned to where her comrades waited for her.

The figure did not see her, she was certain, but she had seen him and the way his eyes glared as dangerously as the fire behind him. He could be no more than a few months younger than her, perhaps even older, but something in the way his figure alone sent chills down her spine made her aware of a possible hazardous foe.

She vowed never to forget that face.

So, what will it be?

-FIN-

Did you like it? I wish you could tell me so I'd know if I should continue with a second chapter, where I feature Rakutsu (Lack-Two) next~! Please tell me what you think! I love it when people review ^_^

Anyhow, thanks for reading :D