This is something I'm working on inbetween chapters. If you've seen my profile page recently, you'd know what kind of bind I'm in. Anyway tell me what you think about this first chapter and I may decide to continue.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon

An old saying goes "Early to bed, early to rise." In that saying, birds are usually the first to rise as the first rays of the morning sun peak above the horizon. Even for a nocturnal bird like a Noctowl, this was no exception. As the first rays of light peaked through his window, he was already up, standing firm on his perch. Before him, a beautifully painted portrait of a man and his Noctowl (him) hung on the wall, devoid of any dust or grime, shining with the same light it possessed and had upheld since the very day it was painted.

Stretching his sleep stiffen wings, the large bird Pokemon flew from his perch, landing on desk overlooking the picture. Like a man before an alter in church, the Noctowl couldn't help but feel a sense of humility standing before the same picture he had posed for with his master, no...his friend, so many years ago. At the bottom of the frame, a gold plate shone in the morning light. Delicately engraved in was a single line, was a single sentence: "To Galian, my dearest friend in the whole world. May you live on in my absence."

Galian wiped away the tear that had formed in the corner of his eye. Even though it had been almost a year since his master's passing, the pain hadn't ceased. Crouching down on one knee, he held his wings in a way a human would place his hands in prayer. This was a daily ritual for the old bird, something he never failed to do each and every morning at sunrise. Nothing could break him of this peaceful moment, not even...

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

Galian sighed as a single thought passed through his head. Here we go again... Getting up and lifting off from the desk, he silently flew through the halls of the house. Actually, house was an understatement. It was more like a mansion than anything. His late master had been a business man, excelling in manufacturing and selling series of his own inventions. But in this world, there was one thing that that the man had cared for more than his business: his Pokemon. They were the family he had never had, having been abandoned at a young age. In a strange twist of fate, he had left EVERYTHING: his business, money, house, everything to them in his will. At first, hoards of greedy men tried desperately to claim everything out from under them, but he also said in his will that he would any lawyer who could prevent this, would be set for life.

As Galian flew through the halls, the door of one of the bathrooms swung open, a burst of steam rolling out like fog on a lake. As the steam settled, a Blaziken stepped out into the hall. Her fur was wet from her hot morning shower; her long blonde hair (which she was a little protective of) was tied up in a towel atop her head.

"You heard it too Fia?"

Fia turned to him as he landed on the railing she was looking over, searching for the one who had yelled a second ago. "How could I not. How can those two be at it so early in the morning?"

"If I ever find an answer to that question, I'll let you know." As Galian prepared to take off again, he heard the sound of smashing, as well as what sounded like a few heavy and expensive items hitting the floor.

"You better hurry before they turn the kitchen into a warzone...again."

With the thought of that behind him, it wasn't long before he reached the kitchen. It looked like a hurricane had torn through. Cupboards were thrown open, most of their contents littered on the counters or the floor. In the center of the room was a Gardevoir by the name of Emerald, or Ema for short, trying to clean up at least some of the mess. She looked up as he swooped into the room.

"Ah, Galian! I just finished making your morning coffee. There should be at least one usable mug left in the cupboards." Another thing Galian did each and every morning was his morning cup of coffee. He could be considered a zombie if deprived from his morning shot of caffeine. Finding the one remaining mug that wasn't on the floor, he poured himself some of the piping hot liquid. He was about to take a sip...

...when another crash shot through the air. He looked over at Ema as she swept up more of the debris into a dustpan.

"What did he do this time?"

She answered without even looking up. "He rigged a cannon of mustard to shoot out when someone opened the cupboards. Of course, my brother was the one unlucky enough to open it. He didn't take it too well."

"With Loki involved, he never does." Still gripping his morning beverage in his talon, he flew over to the main lobby, where two beings were going at it, just like they did every morning. Ema's brother, a Gallade by the name of Kiel, was locked blade and claw with Loki, a Sneasel with an annoying laugh, who just loved to play practical jokes on everyone in the household. Most of which weren't exactly funny...

"You'll pay for this!"

"Come on. I think you look better in yellow." Loki snickered at his own joke, which only proved to enrage Kiel even more, though the mustard coating his face did a good job of hiding it. Loki jumped back as he avoided a Psycho cut from Kiel. The attack continued on its path, only stopping after it smashed into the only remaining vase in the lobby that wasn't broken. At least, it was.

"Ha! Missed me!"

"Why you little...!"

"Guys, quit it! It's too early for this. Can't you just wait for breakfast?"

"Not until this "funny man" get's what's coming to him!"

If Galian had a hand, he would have been rubbing his forehead in frustration. He should realise that when it came to these two and their fights, it would take nothing short of an earthquake. Best to just leave them be while he drank a nice hot cup of...

Before he could finish his thought, a stray ice shard from one of Loki's attacks shot through the air like a missile, striking and knocking the mug from Galian's talon. Life seemed to go in slow motion, as the mug slowly tumbled through the air, smashing against the marble floor. The smash that ensued sounded like I was being played by a series of surround sound speakers.

After the initial smash, all sound seemed to vanish from the building. Ema looked up from cleaning, a look of shock on her face. Fia looked down over the railing, waiting for what was about to occur from this. Loki and Kiel both stood motionless, looking at Galian as he stared at the coffee pool that was slowly staining the floor.

In a split second, Galian's calm aura was replaced by a murderous aura of anger. His eyes flashed with psychic energy as he looked at the now motionless rivals, who were now sweating buckets. If there was one thing any of them knew not to do, it was deprive Galian of his morning coffee. Such an act could likely lead to death, or heinous injury.

"Uh...oops." Loki chuckled as he tried to lessen the mood.

The sound of drawers opening and closing, a sound normally heard in horror movies, could be heard coming from the kitchen. Ema quickly ducked as a onslaught of spoons, forks and other cutlery shot from the drawer to her left, guided by Galian's psychic energy. Like a swarm of locusts, they hovered a few inches behind and above the now enraged Noctowl.

At that moment, which could be considered a first in history, the same thought passed through both Loki and Kiel's heads.

"Oh..."

"...shit."

End Chapter