Hello! It's Sizacu here c: This is one of my first fics [well, this is a group of mainly-one shots anyway] so do be gentle on the crits xD~ I've got nothing else to say apart from the fact that there may be multi-chapters according to the different ideas that come into my mind (i.e. the childhoods of all four characters). And so, because I like to, these are how my characters, who I will be using in this fic-of-a-fan-fic:

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From left to right: Mystrile, Jessica, Thatch and Amani.

[No, I can't draw chests very well c:]

Introducing that Family

"Hey! Amani?"

A small questioning sound.

Some sort of awkward pinching on Amani's nose. "Got your nose!"

No reply.

"Oh come on, Amani! Say something!"

"Something."

"A little more..?"

"No."

"Gotcha!"

Another lack of noise.

The Flygon gijinka made a small groan of defeat. She looked at Amani, an Ariados gijinka, in the eye with hidden determination. She swore, only a few days ago, that she'd make Amani talk little over a sentence (though not exactly in that kind of wording) but so far, she'd only succeeded in making him reply with small, almost whisper-like noises or, if she was lucky, a two worded answer. That, she decided, wasn't enough. Besides, what kind of sentence doesn't have a verb in it?

"Amani, can you speak more than two words in a sentence?"

"Yes, Mystrile."

"You said my name!"

"So?"
"You uh.. Said my name?"

"Indeed."

"Stop being so hard!"

"I'm not."

"When do you speak more than two words in one sentence anyway?"

"Rarely."

"Gosh, stop being so enigmatic! It's doing my head in!"

"No."

"Ugh!"

The raise of an eyebrow.

"Oh damn it, now you've infected me too..!"

"Hm."

As previously said, Amani is an Ariados gijinka. Not all Ariados are prone to single-worded answers, but this one is. He's also a little hard to... identify. Nobody knows his real gender, but many people assume he's a he. See, Amani has the physique of a girl, the face similar to that of an innocent woman, minus his eyes, but has attribute to his body shape that make him look like a boy. Long legs, slightly large eyes and.. no chest. Oh, wondering about his eyes? You don't need to dwell too much on it. As an Ariados, his ability, something that every Pokemon species has that enhances their skills, was and currently is Insomnia, much to his dismay. That's not unheard of, right? Right. Now, his eyes are large, yes, but also look quite tired. Heavy upper eyelids make him look like he's wearing mascara (which could be true, though he denies it) and so makes him look more feminine in appearance but…

Is he a boy, or a girl?

Mystrile, on the other hand, is most definitely a woman. You can't really mistake her for being a man, because since when did men have size-D chests while being reasonably (okay, make that very) slim? A gun specialist, she enjoys shooting her hand-crafted guns at random targets in the forest, scaring unfortunate animals and people camping there. Lately, there's been a rumour that a big, scary monster gobbles up children when they go there at night (which is half true, to be honest) and it's all started because of Mystrile doing her target practice. What does she do? Laugh, and shoot some more, of course. Her aim's perfect, there's nothing you can say about that, but her personality is another thing entirely. That, however, is for you to figure out.

A young man, clad in a kimono and relatively heavy-looking armour, casually strolled into one-sided argument with two, no, three cans of soda. He looked over to Mystrile, who didn't bother to give him a second glance until she saw the coke in his hand, then to Amani, who didn't really look much. A sudden yelp as Mystrile dived at the young man resulted in her getting a can and him with a slightly irritant expression plastered onto his face.

"Lighten up, Thatch! Nothing spilled over!" Mystrile laughed as she watched Thatch compose himself.

"Thankfully, Mystrile, the angels seem to have pitied me, if only for today, and made all would-be accidents become almost non-existant." He replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Stop talking like you're writing a book or something! You're so boring, geez…" Mystrile whined non-too-elegantly.

"I am incredibly and dearly sorry, I shall try to refrain myself from saying such things in future, mademoiselle Mystrile." Thatch bowed while keeping the cans in hand.

"Now you're just taking the mickey!"

Thatch laughed at Mystrile, who currently looked like she was having a headache despite being the one who would be causing them, on normal circumstances.

Yep, normal circumstances.

… What normal circumstances?

There's no such thing as normal circumstances. At least, not here. Not when Thatch and Mystrile are together. Nope. Not at all.

Sat on the couch was Jessica, the one who was basically the trio's guardian. She watched them with an amused grin on her face, not worried about the cans falling down whatsoever. Or so she let on, anyways. The brunette giggled away quietly as she curled up on the maroon leather couch, taking care not to drop her small glass of lemonade. She beckoned Amani to sit next to her, who obliged willingly so that he wouldn't get caught up in one of Thatch and Mystrile's many arguments. Last time, they were arguing over who put too much washing up powder in the washing machine. His clothes… They turned out a little wrong. Everybody's clothes turned out a little more than wrong.

Amani took a glance at the book Jessica was reading, Twilight. He raised yet another eyebrow at Jessica's book of choice, inwardly grimacing at Mystrile's apparent obsession with the book.

It was a few days ago when he put her clean clothes on the table next to the wide-open door, and goodness, he almost dropped the clothes when he looked at one side, which had her regular things (pistols, wardrobe, bed, golden trophies, that stuff) and then look at the other side when he turned round to get out of the room. A massive closet, which was also wide open, loomed over his rather short stature. You didn't have to squint to see the things inside, because it looked like that there was a cardboard cut-out of Edward on one side and Jacob on the other. Mystrile bumped into him as he started walking out. It didn't end well.

His eyes narrowed in pity ever so slightly as he recalled Mystrile shoving books and Twilight merchandise upon him with a slightly psychopathic grin on her face. Seeing that Twilight book in Jessica's hands didn't help at all. Amani joined Jessica in watching the pair before deciding to go to the kitchen. Dinner was pretty much ready, he thought, so he might as well be ready for it before Mystrile could rush over to grab her 'fair share' and leave the kitchen in a mess. Yes, that was going to happen. Past experiences definitely testify to that. Getting up, Amani strolled over to the kitchen.

… Only to be encountered by a rather unbelievable mess. Tucked ever so innocently in the corner was Mystrile covered in gravy, so something must have happened. Raising an eyebrow for the umpteenth time, Amani looked over at her.

"It wasn't me!"

Of course not, Amani dryly thought to himself.

"… Honestly!"

"Obviously."

Amani decided to walk out of the room. An angry Jessica was something he wasn't in the mood for, not after she had some lemonade. Good luck, I guess.

"Mystrile? Where are you?"

Ohoho, she's in for it.

First chapter – done! I kind of feel like this has droned on a bit, but I don't know. Maybe it's because I've spent too long on this chapter xD~ As I said before, crits would be greatly appreciated! C: