I've been meaning to write this for so long! I said on Tumblr back in the beginning of June that I would write something about the PCA with SpiceWineShipping (Striaton Brothers x Burgundy), but I've been so into getting my art done (and being a lazy ass) to write it! It's mainly me having a Writers' block because I haven't been able to get any other stories update, as you can tell... :'D I will try to keep this and my other stories updated!

Hope you enjoy! 3

In Burgundy Myers and Georgia Hamilton's Apartment...

"Have you packed your textbooks?"

The lilac-haired girl rolled her eyes at her Dragon Buster friend. "Oui, I did," She mumbled her response and thought: "What is she, my mère?"

...Okay, she has to admit. She was quite ecstatic to finally get back to doing what her goal, her quest was. Defeating Cilan. Since he's still on his little journey, just as he told her willingly a few months back, she decided that she could launch her sneak attack on the sad excuse for a connoisseur. He won't see it coming, no, not at all!

"Burgundy..." Georgia said her name with an attitude, seeming impatient. Her legs were crossed and slowly swaying. She sat at the foot of her own bed in their apartment that they've lived in together since their rivals left the region.

"What!?" Burgundy slightly snapped at her when she turned to her.

The pink-haired girl just sighed and shook her head. "Like I said, you're still way too focused on defeating him," She mumbled, empathizing "him", and shrugging her shoulders. "When will you give it a rest? You should know by now that it's not working..." She was sly and sneaky with her remark.

Burgundy laughed and crossed her arms. "And you're saying this after telling me earlier how you need to find that 'Dragon Master'?" She taunted, her displeasure showing greatly. "I don't believe you have any room to talk," She put her hands on her hips while leaning forward and looked her directly in the eyes, unamused. She wasn't going to let her get off that easily with a comment like that or let her dampen her spirits.

"...Whatever," Georgia waved away the whole argument and continued to watch her pack the last of her things. "How many uniforms do they make you wear, anyways?" She asked, unamused at how many articles of clothing with the Pokemon Connoisseurs' Association logo on it she had.

Burgundy sat up and cocked her eyebrow at her. "There's the uniform for classes and the uniform for battles and formal events," she said and waved her hands out and slapped them down on her thighs. "That's it," She looked down at the pairs of uniforms. Dark purple and dark blue. Sounds like the colors of Cilan's face when she sees him next.

"Too many for me," Georgia mumbled and yawned. She turned her heard towards their bedroom wall and over to Burgundy's painting. Burgundy huffed, gazing over at her so-called friend seeming so uninterested in her big day tomorrow. She was surprised at first when she was interested in what she was doing, but she could now assume it was because she was bored to death and didn't have much of a choice. It was time to go to bed and they shared an apartment. It's not like she could just leave the room.

"If this is all so plain to you, then why did you come to help me?!" Burgundy snapped at her, her gaze burning with annoyance. Her fists were on her thighs and clenched and, yet again, she was leaned forward towards her friend.

Georgia looked at her, and then just gave a short laugh as she turned away with her. "I guess I thought it'd be more interesting than it really was," She spoke like the snob she is as she crossed her arms. She then turned back to Burgundy and gave her a mischievous stare. "And that I could get you to say more about him," She emphasized him again.

Burgundy tried not to act fazed by her words and then the suggestive movement of her eyebrows, but she could feel her cheeks growing flushed. She grew feisty, leaning even more forward to her. "What else is there that I should tell you?!" She hissed at her friend, anger in her eyes. Her clenched fists were now shaking with the emotions flowing and bouncing around in her head.

Georgia laughed at her again. "You're so red, your hair could turn red any second!" She hissed as she ventured over Burgundy's line of patience. Her smirk, her gaze, everything about her right then was intimidating for her. She clenched her fists harder, squeezing them as she shook with anger. She then shot up from her seat on the apartment floor.

"I assure you that there is nothing that you need to know because there isn't!" Burgundy shouted, flailing her arms. She pouted as she quickly closed and zipped up her suitcase and then got into bed. "Goodnight, to you!" She spat before she relaxed into the soft and coziness of her covers.

Georgia was still sitting there, in a bit of shock. Then she smiled and stood up. "What am I going to do with her..." She quietly spoke to herself as she got under her covers as well. She heard Burgundy give a few mocking mumbles from her bed, shifting in her bed. She just smiled.

"Goodnight..." She turned off the light.

The next morning...

Burgundy was awoken to the sound of a pot being banged in her ear.

"Wake up, sleeping connoisseuse!"

She shot up in her bed. Georgia was there with a pot and ladle in hand.

"What-?!"

"You're late,"

Burgundy's eyes snapped wide open and awake at her words. "Wha?!" She gasped as she turned her head to the clock at her bedside. "8:30?! I'm supposed to be there for the opening ceremony at 9!" She shot out of bed, whipping her covers in Georgia's face. She combed her snarly hair with force, making noises of pain. She curled her hair and sprayed on hair spray as fast as she could, only taking pauses to poof up her curls to make sure they were just right. She flattened down any fly-aways before shooting out of the bathroom. Georgia followed cautiously from behind with her suitcase as she dashed into the kitchen.

Burgundy picked up the pitcher of hot water Georgia had boiled and used to make her own tea not-so long ago it seemed and poured some into her coffee mug. She opened a package of her favorite tea and put the bag in. She flung open the pantry door, which almost hit Georgia in the face, and pulled out a package of instant oatmeal. She quickly poured the rest of the hot water into a to-go soup cup and poured in the oats. She spooned in a large amount of brown sugar to give her some energy for the day and put on the lid. She dashed over to the door, picked up her purse, and turned around to take her suitcase from Georgia.

"Have fun at Boring Academy," Georgia snickered with a smile.

"Tais-toi," Burgundy hissed as she snatched her suitcase from her. "Have fun Dragon Master hunting," She smirked as Georgia grew pissed at her comment.

Georgia wiped it away from her mind and gave her friend a smile. "Bye," She said as she shook Burgundy's hand. "I'll have beaten a Dragon Master by the time you return," Her gaze was strong and her touch was meaningful.

Burgundy scoffed, but smiled back. "I'm not counting on it though," He teased and then quickly made her way out of the door. Georgia's eyes widen and then anger rose in her. She whipped her head outside their apartment door.

"You take that back!"

"...Never!"

At the PCA Academy – 8:55 AM

"Shit, shit, shit!" Burgundy thought as she dashed down the sidewalk towards the PCA Academy gate. "It starts in 5 minutes and I still have to go through security yet!" Her black heels clicked as she ran, being very cautious that she didn't trip. Only one other person was late like her and he was ahead of her.

"I have to get ahead of him or else I will be late!" She thought at a faster pace than her feet were going. As soon as she sped up, she tripped right in front of the gate. Her body slammed into the concrete with a thud and a cry of pain from her mouth. She quickly scrambled to get up, but the other student was already making his way into the building.

"Merdeeee!" She hissed in her mind. She resumed her rushing once she got through the gate and towards the big building. The PCA Academy was new. All classes used to be taken at the PCA itself. The building was a grand sight to behold. Beautiful gardens with Kalosian native plants, something Burgundy herself knew, surrounded the main building and the building surrounding. The main building looked like a miniature castle, but with a modern touch of technology and architecture. The exterior of all the building were white with many arched windows that brought light into the many classrooms. The main building had larger, more space-taking windows than the other buildings though. Probably for the purpose of the theater, auditorium, and indoor battlefields.

8:57 was when she arrived at security. Thank goodness the other student was already through and on his way.

"Which makes me the last to arrive..." Burgundy thought as she moped over to security. She handed the security guard her suitcase and purse before she stepped through the metal detector. She was clear, but the security guard stopped her for the most strangest reason.

"What was and is in this?" He asked her in a buff voice. He held up her coffee mug and soup bowl.

Burgundy impatiently huffed as she rolled her eyes. "Tea and oatmeal," She replied as she checked the time. 8:58.

The security guard nodded. "May I see your Student ID, please?" he asked her as he set down her food.

Burgundy sighed, her shoulders slumped. She quickly pulled out her wallet from her purse, pulled out her ID, and showed it to him.

He nodded. He took at least a minute to say: "Opening ceremony is starting in the auditorium. Down that hall and to your right is the door," He pointed down the hallway in front of her.

Burgundy quickly shoved everything back into her purse, picked up her belongings and dashed down the hall as fast as she could. The 9 AM bell rang when she was only halfway there. She was going to have to make a stealthy entrance.

She managed to open the big door without attracting too much attention to herself, but when the doors shut and a loud noise sounded, the PCA head secretary turned her red-haired head as she was beginning to speak.

"My, it seems we have a tardy," She spoke into the microphone with her typical, snobby voice. Her comment caused everyone to turn to her, all the C-Classes, the B-Classes, the A-Classes, and even the S-Classes. A few snickers came from the lowers classes, but the S-Classes let out a chorus of chuckles.

"Please," The head secretary continued to humiliate her, all attention on her. "Take your seat," She nodded Burgundy off and gave her a disapproving gaze. This is not how she wanted to be known as before she became top connaisseuse.

Burgundy could feel her face changing all sort of shades of pink and red. She calming made her way down to the B-Class Apprentices' section and sat down. She didn't realize that she made everyone wait with her before she started talking again. "Salope!" She furiously thought as she slumped into her seat. Good thing nobody wanted seats in the back because that's what she took to stay out of any more unwanted attention.

"Apprentices," the head secretary spoke once more. "Please welcome your headmaster, Monsieur Gerard Poltiere," She quietly stepped down from the podium and to her seat at the back of the stage as Poltiere stepped out onto the stage. Everyone gave a polite, gracious round of applause as she walked over to the podium and stepped up.

"Greetings to all," Poltiere spoke boldly into the microphone. "Welcome to the PCA Academy. My name is Gerard Poltiere," Burgundy couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. He was such a pain for her the last time she was here. Always at her about her studies, but this time, she was sure he wouldn't need to.

"You all have either already been enrolled and mentored before or have only experienced the entrance exam, but I look at you all as a new beginning," He continued to speak. "All of you will be learning an abundance more than you already know, expanding your current knowledge. All of you are among those who have the potential to be what you're hear for: to become Pokemon Connoisseurs and Connaisseuses of your decade. I am very grateful to see so many young individuals of your generation arising with such strive and prior readiness for the art of Pokemon Connoisseurs. Since the Pokemon Connoisseur Association's opening in 1967, only 7 certified S-Class Connoisseurs have left here. Some already being deceased and some having returned to the association to teach the coming generation, such as yourselves,"

"Apprentices of the S-Class rank," His voice boomed as he announced their titles. "Your journey here this year may not be your last, but I expect all of you to treasure your year more than ever while you finalize your studies. Do your best in making a great name of yourselves and the Pokemon Connoisseurs Association,"

Everyone clapped for him and the S-Class Apprentices. Burgundy turned to look at them in the seats at the back while she unenthusiastically clapped. Her hands and heart then stopped.

Green hair could be seen amongst them.

Burgundy whipped her head back around and pulled out her Student Phone, given to each student at the PCA. As Poltiere continued to speak, she tapped furiously on the screen.

Classmate Roster, S-Class Apprentices...

She quickly went to the Gs in the alphabet and-

Cilan Griffith. His ID photo and information was there. Everything matched. It was him.

"Merde!" Burgundy hissed out loud, but only a few of her fellow B-Class Apprentices turned in shock and wonder at her for a few seconds and turned back around.

Her face turned red, both from embarrassment and the anger of him being here. "What is he doing here?!" She thought as her thoughts raced in her mind. "I thought he was still on his journey!" She went back to the Classmate Roster on her phone and searched 'Griffith' and-

"Quoi!" They're here too!

"That is all I have to say here," Poltiere was just finishing up his speech as she locked her phone and put it back in her purse. "Your orientation is tomorrow morning at 11 back in here. Your dorm room number and roommate's name is under the Living tab on your Student Phones. All dorms, including family dorms, are in Building G, which can be located with the map on your Student Phones,"

"You are dismissed..." Poltiere finished with a slight nod, followed by a round of applause. The curtains in front of the large windows pulled away to show the outside where a cliff and waterfall was. Some students began to stand up and collect there things while others checked out the view in awe. Burgundy simply picked up her suitcase and left.

Her thoughts were racing in her mind as she walked calmly, being sure not to drag attention to herself. She just couldn't believe-!

"Burgundy Myers?"

She looked up, thinking that it was her roommate already, but it wasn't it.

It was him.

"Ah, I didn't expect to see you-" Cilan began to speak as he stopped in front of her.

"You!" She hissed as she pointed an accusing finger, almost hitting him on the nose which caused him to back up a little. "What do you think you're doing here?!" Her teeth were gritted and gaze burning with anger and revenge.

"...I'm taking classes to become an S-Class Connoisseur," Cilan told her, standing a little stiff and with a nervous smile.

She inched closer to him and jabbed her finger in the center of his chest. "You're still supposed to be on your journey!" She hissed and then grew extremely frustrated and back away from him. "You're not supposed to be here!" She started waving her arms and stopping her fear angrily on the ground.

"He came home a month ago," A red-haired boy came behind Cilan, along with a blue-haired as well and rested his arm on his shoulder. His tone was so mocking to her, that she was about to punch him in the face, but was just so infuriated that she turned and stormed down the hall.

Cilan's shoulders slumped a little. "That certainly did it..." the blue-haired said to the red-haired as they all watched Burgundy storm off and out of the building. "You better stay out of it tomorrow,"

The main buildings doors slammed shut.

In the Dorms...

"Room B678..." Burgundy read in her head her dorm room number from her Student Phone. She walked down the hall, looking at the room numbers. B664, B674, B677...

"Here," Burgundy said out loud to herself. She stood in front of the dorm door that had B678 on it. She slid in her student ID and the door clicked open. Even though her number and the room number matched, she was happy that she'd gotten the right room. She at least did something right for once today.

Turning the doorknob, stepping in and closing the door behind her, she took it all in. The room was very fancy compared to the places she has lived and her current apartment with Georgia. The room opened up to a living room with a couch and a fairly nice television set to her left and a small, but a kitchen with all the basic appliances. There was also a small side closet near the door, but that door could grow very inconvenient very fast. In the room that was past the living room and the kitchen was the bedroom. It was very spacious, containing two twin beds and desks with room to spare. To the left was a door to a small bathroom, but it had a shower, toilet, and sink, so it was alright.

She made her way back into the bedroom and claimed the bed closest to the window by putting her suitcase on the floor beside it. She kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the bed and sighed.

"I can't believe he's here!" She thought to herself. Her mind was still racing with mixed emotions and head still pounding with anger. She curled up into a ball and then shouted out in anger. "Why is he here?!" She turned onto her belly and buried her head into the pillow, letting out a groan. She stayed like that for a minute before turning back onto her back.

"I'm supposed to beat him!" She shouted out loud as she kicked the bed with anger and like a child.

The doorknob clicked and she sat up.

She heard the door open, someone walking in, and then the door closing behind them. Burgundy got up from the bed and went into the living room to greet her roommate.

"Ah, Bonjour!" She said with a wide smile. "I-"

Her roommate dashed over to her and squeezed her into a big hug. "Oh yes, Bonjour, indeed!" The girl squeal a little as she spoke. Burgundy started giving wheezing noises and she let go. "It's so nice to meet you! The name is Denise! You must be Burgundy!" She grabbed a tight hold of Burgundy's hand and shook it enthusiastically. Denise had a lot of energy for such a short, small girl. She had short, waving ginger hair that stopped halfway past her shoulders. Her eyebrows were thin and sharp and her skin was pale, but not paper white. A few freckles were speckled across the bridge of her nose and her eyes were wide and brown.

"Yes..." Burgundy replied, already worn out by the energetic girl. "This is my roommate...?! What was the Salope head secretary thinking?!"

"Why does she hate me so much..." Burgundy sobbed as she mopped. She slumped over and sighed.

"I don't hate you," Denise cautiously confirmed. "Who are you talking about?" She blinked a couple of times and looked intently at her as she leaned over to her.

Burgundy snapped up and waved her hands around. "N-Nobody!" She stuttered, hoping not to ruin it right off the bat with her, even though she was annoying. "I...! It's nothing," She calmed herself and straightened her posture.

Denise was still looking at her with great curiosity. Her narrow, steady eyes were starting to freak Burgundy out as she stood there, stiff and with a nervous grin on her face.

Her eyes then averted back to normal, wide and bright, and she stood straight back up. "You seem to have somebody on your mind right now!" She announced, a proud finger up in the air. She poked Burgundy above her cleavage with it and looked her in the eyes. "Someone very alluring to your eyes..." She narrowed her eyes once more and gave a mischievous smile.

Burgundy felt her cheeks grow all shades of red that she ever imagined. "P-P... Pardon me?!" She stuttered, knowing exactly who she was talking about. She could barely even think of how to react she was so caught of guard.

"He seems very very handsome to you, right?" Denise continued to mock Burgundy, raising her eyebrows at her.

Burgundy stepped away from her and stomped her foot. "No!" She shouted, her fist clenched and face redder. "Not even in the slightest!" She went over to the couch and plopped down.

Denise smiled and then went into the kitchen. She opened the fridge to see a platter of food. "Looks like the PCA has outdone themselves even more," She spoke out to Burgundy as she pulled it out of the fridge and placed it on the counter. "Breakfast is at 9 AM and dinner is at 6 PM every day in the cafeteria (Building F). The kitchen is for you to use for anything food you may need to cook or keep. Please accept this platter of finely grown and carefully selected foods on the behalf of a good year. -Monsieur Gerard Poltiere," She read off of the card attached to the platter, then shrugged.

Burgundy had to listen to Denise for the rest of the day as they adjusted themselves to their room and decorated it to make it their own. By the end of the day, she was exhausted from constantly catering to her needs.

"I forgot to pack toothpaste, but I remembered by toothbrush," Denise told her. She looked down at her feet as she shuffled them before looking back up. "May I borrow yours just for tonight? I'm going to go into town to get myself some..." Burgundy handed her toothpaste to her without hesitation. She just wanted her to leave her alone.

She was finally able to get in bed for the night. It was a terribly long day for her, being late to the opening ceremony, finding out Cilan was attending as well, and getting the most annoying roommate ever.

She turned in her bed to see Denise's sleeping figure in her bed from across the room. The covers slowly rose and fell as she breathed. She snorted a little before going back to breathing softly in her sleep.

...At least she wasn't Cilan.

Intermission – End of Chapter 1