Okay! So I had this idea for a one-shot for a while now, so here it is! P.S. They're like at least 18.

Um, thanks for someone finally pointing this out, but I guess I forgot the disclaimer head must've been a bit fuzzy. Err, I don't own this, not Pokémon or any of the characters.

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*Five minutes later.* Okay! Got a title now!

A Named Bullet.

Dawn and Paul had been dating for some time now. Paul was taking Dawn to dinner that night. He had something special planned for her, something that never was done.

They finally got to the restaurant, as they were waiting to be seated.

"Dawn I have something special planned for you." Paul said. She gave him a weird face.

"Paul! You know about my beliefs! Plus we are way too young for that!" She said.

This confused Paul for a second. "No not that!" He said angrily. Geez what does she think I am?

They eventually were seated, after a lot of tense silence. They ordered and waited.

"Sooo, if you weren't talking about that what were you talking about?" Dawn asked.

Paul smirked evilly. "Oh baby you'll see."

Eventually the food arrived and they ate. After eating in silence for a while, Dawn tried to strike up conversation again.

"Paul, are you alright?" She asked. "You look a little, um odd."

It was true. Paul looked like he was about to vomit. It wasn't because he was sick, actually he was sick. Sick with nerves about what he was about to do.

They finally finished their food. Just as Paul was working up the courage, the door to the restaurant opened.

It was a strange hooded figure, their face fully covered. It looked directly at them, it's eye's glinting from under the hood. It raised a hand, and suddenly there was a shot. Dawn fell to the ground.

Paul was sitting in the hospital. Dawn was in urgent care. He was scowling at the ground. His girlfriend had just been shot. He couldn't believe it.

A doctor walked out of her room. He looked at Paul sadly. "Paul?" He asked. Paul looked up. "I'm so sorry."

Paul was devastated. She was gone. The doctor started speaking. "We found the bullet." He gave Paul a clean shiny bullet. DH was carved on it, DH for Dawn Hikari, a named bullet. He clenched it harder in his hands. The doctor left when he saw Paul about to break down.

Paul took out a small black velvet box from his pocket. He opened it to reveal a diamond ring, he took the ring out. He started to cry, tears streaming down his cheeks. He threw the ring against the wall in anger. It shattered. He looked at the bullet once again.

A named bullet, always finds its mark.

Sniff. I can't believe I had this idea. I got the named bullet idea from a book I read. I know, a diamond shattering, but he was MAD! I also got the doctor idea from a book I read too. I had to read it for honors English which they DIDNT PUT ON MY SCEDUAL ANYWAYS! Read that boring story for NOTHING! R&R and please don't flame. I'm too sad after writing this. Plus I picked the wrong song to listen to while writing this. Peace!