It was that time of year again-the Connaiseur exam. The dreaded Connaisseur exam of Striaton.
Passing this exam would prove the one who succeeds to be an A-Class Connaisseur!
Burgundy had applied, and written the exam. Her determination to best Cilan had gotten the better of her more than once; causing her to study relentlessly, and become distracted last minute. Up until now, she has passed all of her exams.
What went wrong?
She had studied like crazy, and she was sure she had known all of the answers of any questions they could have thrown at her.
Unfortunately, right from the first question, the rest went downhill.
The exam invigilator walked in, and it was Cilan.
He was grading the exams.
Burgundy's blood boiled as if an Emboar had been flamethrowing underneath her.
Surely enough, she failed the exam.
She wasn't quite sure if it was because of the excessive amounts of alcohol she had been consuming, but she was sick to her stomach. She had thrown a tantrum, as usual, but never quite this violent.
Her furniture was out of place, and her beaten and bruised Dewott was hiding under the couch. Her other Pokemon were hiding in other parts of the house-imagine a Stoutland hiding in a cupbert.
At any rate, Burgundy's eyes were red and puffy, with tears leaking out the corners, staining her blood red cheeks. She rubbed her eyes to rid them of that never ending stinging feeling and she whipped the empty wine bottle beside her at the wall, causing it to shatter upon impact.
Her Dewott trembled.
Her Pokemon hated seeing their master suffer like this, and they hated being on the receiving end of her almost-demonic anger.
The entire house was trashed, it would seem. But she was too tired from crying and too upset to clean up after herself.
She looked over at her study pages, which were scattered all over the floor with dismay.
"I'll never be able to beat Cilan..." she sobbed. "It's so unfair!"
She grabbed a few and tore them up, screaming like a madwoman, and shredding the shredded remains into smaller bits.
"I'LL NEVER GET MY REVENGE! I AM FOREVER TO BE BELOW THAT GREEN-HAIRED PUTAIN SALLE!" She grabbed another empty bottle and hurled it towards the front door, causing her Pokemon to cringe.
The door opened, and inside came the putain salle himself, Cilan. "Burgundy?" He called, making sure she was home and he was not intruding.
He got his answer quickly when he noticed the splotches of human and Pokemon blood on the floor, torn papers, spilled wine, displaced wall paintings, cracks in the walls, and destroyed furniture.
Cilan gasped at the ghastly sight, realizing that Burgundy was clearly not in her mind.
She emerged from around the corner, fresh blood and wine stains covering her Connaiseuse uniform, her usually neat and curly lavender hair was a bird's nest and her face was red as Burgundy wine.
She had cut herself with shards of glass-all over her body. She had small incisions on her arms and on her uniform, going probably deeper into her flesh .
Cilan was worried for her health.
"I-it's j-just an exam..." Cilan tried to ensure the madwoman. "It's not worth hurting yourself over."
"It's... because of you..." Burgundy pointed at him, slurring. Her knees were wobbly.
Cilan noticed the injured Pokemon. "Burgundy! How could you hurt your Pokemon?! They've been doing their best for you!
"You-make-me..." Burgundy walked closer and closer to Cilan, and she tripped and fell face-first into his chest. "you-you-I-I can't-revenge... can't win..."
Cilan could barely make out what she was saying, but then he once again glanced at the injured Dewott, he felt his stomach sink. He knew that he shouldn't have accepted the task of invigilating the exam, but he couldn't resist the idea of watching Burgundy pass with flying colours and gain her diploma as an A-class Connaisseuse.
He loved Burgundy. She was the spice to his sugar, as he had always thought. He also believed that they could come together and form the perfect dish-sweet, with just a hint of spice to embellish the satisfaction.
But he had never imagined this would happen. His spice was losing touch with reality; expiring in a rack.
Drinking and hurting herself was beyond anything Cilan could have ever imagined, and it hurt not only the Dewott and other Pokemon and Burgundy, but it had also hurt Cilan, as well.
He stared at the hopeless, broken Burgundy, who was bleeding profusely.
She had stopped crying and had begun to laugh histerically. "You must find me hilarious right now, Cilan! Drinking my brains out like this... C'est une chose amusante pour vous, non? You're just trying not to burst out laughing at my suffering, eh, Mr. I-am-better-than-you-at-anything-you-can-ever-do-so-I-show-up-at-your-exam-to-discourage-you?!"
He didn't find it funny at all. If anything, he wanted to take her up in his arms and hug her, assuring her that she could do better in the future and that revenge is a pointless dish best never served at all, but rather thrown away, like a plate of mouldy leftovers. But, knowing Burgundy, she would probably take it the wrong way and feel insulted, and would probably revolt in some horrible way.
Cilan figured the best thing he could do was take her to the hospital to have her wounds treated.
When he attempted to take her hand, she shunned away and spat on him.
"HAVEN'T YOU CAUSED ENOUGH DAMAGE ALREADY, CRETIN?!" She lunged forward to slap him in the face, and subsequently passed out and hit the cold, hard wooden floor.
Cilan called over her Stoutland, which dashed out from the kitchen cupbert, attempting to aid its fallen master.
It allowed Cilan to ride it as well, and he called the other Pokemon to return to their Pokeballs.
He had taken Burgundy to the hospital.
Nurse Joy had come out to greet him, saying both the Pokemon, which were put under the Pokemon center's care were going to be okay, and that Burgundy was going to make a recovery, albeit with scars on her arms, chest and stomach.
Cilan was releived and saddened at the news. He requested to be able to see his hot-headed rival.
Nurse Joy was more than happy to oblige, opening the door for him.