*Warning: To those who mistook that this fanfiction is ALL ABOUT Spark, I'll have to correct you. This fanfiction focuses on the daily and silly events in the lives of the three Team Leaders of Pokemon GO.
Infiltration
"How long are you going to cover your face? It's been four days for heaven's sake ." Blanche sighed. "And no one wants to see that mug of yours."
"I've got a good-looking mug." Spark said, his words slightly muffled.
"And I don't want to see it." Blanche answered, as she poured the batter into the frying pan. Meanwhile, Candela staggered into the dorm cafeteria, looking sluggish, her hair a mess, and her clothes lazily put on.
The three team leaders lived in a single storey dorm, with three gigantic dorm rooms, shower areas for both genders, a common room, three training rooms, three labs, and a cafeteria where Blanche was always in charge of the cooking. Today was just like any other day, except that a certain someone was still covering his face with both hands, due to a certain incident that happened four days ago.
"Spark? You're still doing that?" Candela drawled as she ruffled her hair. "It's been four days for heaven's sake."
"That's what I said." Blanche remarked as she waved the spatula.
"I don't get it, why are you so hung up over that recruitment round? You got new team members-" Candela began.
"But I never got to re-introduce myself and thank them for joining my team! Because I was out cold! Because of Pikachu!" Spark wailed. Currently, he was using both of his hands to cover his face. Since that day, he had been too embarrassed to look at anyone directly in the eye.
"Don't blame your Pokémon when it's your carelessness that caused it." Blanche said sternly, as she placed the pancake onto one of the plates.
"You never understand, Miss Popular! You got 45% of the new batch of trainers! I got 26%! Mine only increased by 1 percent!" Spark complained, his words still muffled.
Candela cleared her throat irritably. Because of these two, her's dropped quite a bit.
"Your jealousy isn't going to faze me." Blanche calmly replied.
"Uuuu..." Spark muttered. "I-I-I'm not jealous. N-not at all... uuuu..."
He curled up into the ball and rolled to a corner, and both Candela and Blanche sweat-dropped. He started sniffling, and with a sigh, Candela trudged over to his side and patted him on the back.
"Come on, you're a man, aren't you? Show some guts!" She encouraged. But there was no visible sign of Spark recovering.
"Spark, your hands are dirty, aren't they?" Blanche said as she walked to the table and set down three breakfast platters.
"Mmm?" Spark uttered in surprise. He turned around to look in between his fingers and his eyes widened when he witnessed Blanche suddenly looming over him, her icy stare freezing his soul.
"They are filled with bacteria." She continued. "Those bacteria, are now on your face, you'll get zits, and those zits are dirty. Now, your mug is dirty, and your hands are dirty, so you..."
"I?" Spark shuddered. Blanche's aura was pretty fearsome.
"Are not allowed to eat breakfast."
"Today's menu is Pikachu Pancakes! Looks tasty!" Candela said joyfully as she gave Spark a playful wink.
Spark's jaw dropped, and he instantly stopped hiding his face as he went onto his knees and pleaded, "Please, please, I'll do anything, I'll do anything to eat those pancakes, please, Blanche, please, please, please?"
"Hmph. Anything you say?"
"Yes! Anything!" Spark shouted as he looked up at Blanche with puppy-dog eyes.
Blanche sighed as she pointed towards the toilet.
"Go and wash your hands and face. And don't cover your face anymore."
"Yes Madam!" Spark cried out, did a salute, and within seconds, he was off to the toilet to wash his face and hands.
"Yay, case solved." Candela cheered as she stretched herself. "Time to eat, time to eat."
"Candela." Blanche said.
"Yeah?"
The Team Mystic leader turned her head over and her eyes glinted.
"There's drool on your cheeks."
"Eh?" Candela touched her cheeks and sure enough, the dried saliva felt sticky to the touch.
"There's bacteria on your face, there's bacteria on that two day shirt, there's bacteria in that messy nest of hair, there's bacteria on -"
"I get it already!" Candela shouted, and she went off to tidy herself up. Blanche had always been quite the clean freak, and she could preach about hygiene endlessly and spend hours on cleaning her room.
Minutes later, both of them came back to the cafeteria, standing so impossibly straight as they waited for Blanche to finish inspecting them.
"I still want to hide my face." Spark said under his breath, his cheeks flushed pink.
"And you won't." Blanche told him coolly. "Okay, you two are now clean and free to eat breakfast."
Spark immediately dashed to his seat and starting munching his fluffy Pikachu Pancakes.
Until he yelped in pain and covered his mouth.
"Mmmmmmmruuuuu!" He uttered.
Both Candela and Blanche gave a collective sigh.
Spark had accidentally bit his tongue.
"What's our schedule today?" Candela asked as she smoothed her hair out. Blanche glanced at the timetable in her hand, and she answered,
"Distribute free Incense to the trainers who reached level 5, 7, 10, 15 and 20 from 9 am to noon. Go to the lab at 2 pm, training at 5 for 3 hours, and finally, doing up a report of today's Gym Battles."
Candela sighed. Another busy day.
"When is Spark coming out?" She said as she looked to her left. They had been waiting at the foyer for eight minutes but the male was nowhere to be seen.
"He'll come." Blanche assured her.
"I'm doubt so. He forgets things faster than you expect. I'd reckon that he has already gone back to bed, or went to-"
Candela froze, and she turned her head slowly to her right, only to find Blanche giving off an numbing aura that was frightening in every sense.
"We're going to his room. Right now." Blanche said as she cracked her knuckles, lips turning up into a smile.
"Blanche, don't smile, please. You look... evil." Candela pleaded. There was a reason why Blanche should not smile.
She looked way too scary if she did.
The white-haired lady walked off, with Candela shaking her head and running along behind her friend.
"Blanche, I think you should reconsider. Spark hates people going into his room. He never showed us inside before. If you just barge in like that, you're going to spark a war between the two of you." Candela said. "Besides, you know how he reacts."
The Team Mystic leader stopped in her tracks.
"He's already late by eig- no, nine minutes." She said. "He has no excuses."
Candela smacked her forehead and exhaled. There was no changing her mind.
Blanche then continued to move down the corridor, and finally the two ended up right outside of Spark's room. Blanche rapped the door a few times, but no one answered.
"Spark?" Candela called out, while Blanche placed her hand on the door handle.
"Oh? It's open." She said. She pushed the door, and it swung fully open. She took a cautious step forward, her hands searching for the light switch. Once she felt the button, she pressed it and the ceiling lights flickered on.
The Leaders were greeted by a scene that left them speechless. Candela was gasping in surprise, her eyes saucer wide, while Blanche herself was so shocked that she was opening and closing her mouth like that of a Magikarp.
In the wide space before them, wooden shelves that were filled with Pikachu dolls, Pichu dolls, Jolteon dolls lined the sides, while the floor had a gigantic Pikachu mat, a Pikachu bean bag, Pikachu figurines, a giant Shiny Pikachu doll that was set at the side of the left shelf, while further in, there was a study table with a Pikachu chair, yellow Pikachu- patterned curtains covering the windows, and a large Team Instinct poster pasted next to the table. Lastly, a short bookshelf holding minimal number of comic books stood at the very corner.
It was (mostly) a Pikachu heaven.
"What the..." Blanche finally mustered the words.
Candela looked around in awe. "No wonder he never let us into his room."
Since the room was L-shaped, there was a corner that led to an unexplored area. Blanche and Candela exchanged glances, and came to a consensus that they shall move on.
Both females carefully tread across the Pikachu mat, so wary and on guard that one could mistaken that they were attempting Mission Impossible.
"Even so, that's a whole lot of Pikachu. How long has he been collecting them?" Candela whispered in wonder.
"Who knows." Blanche answered as she tip-toed across, and swiftly she leaned against the wall. She peeked out, and noticed a dim orange light not far away from them. She motioned Candela to shush, and latter herself quickly refrained herself from poking the too big cheeks of the giant Shiny Pikachu stuffed doll.
"Okay, here's the plan. I'll go in first, and when I deem it to be safe, I will signal you." Blanche said, her voice breathy and serious.
"Blanche, you're getting a little too serious." Candela whispered. "Plus, aren't we supposed to find Spark, not doing an infiltration mission?"
Blanche placed a finger to her lips, signaling Candela to keep quiet.
"I'm going now, may the odds be ever in our favor." Blanche said, while blurting out one of her favorite phrases from a book she read recently. Well, the context was slightly different, but no matter. Then, she emerged and went off prowling.
"What odds?" Candela muttered as she stared at her friend with half-lidded eyes.
She then noticed Blanche turning to her right, and after walking a few steps, the Team Mystic Leader stopped, her face too obscured to see how it looked like. She stoned for a whole minute, before she finally gestured Candela to come out, and without further ado, the Team Valor Leader scooted over. She gazed at Blanche, who held her hand out.
"Do you have a DSLR?" She asked out of the blue.
"What!?" Candela exclaimed in incredulity, before she switched her focus to whatever Blanche was looking at.
And similarly, Candela stoned there for one minute, before she breathed, "Oh. My. God."
"DSLR." Blanche repeated.
"I have my phone."
"Is your camera good?"
"Absolutely."
"Do it."
Candela slipped her hand into her coat pockets, and took out her phone. She inched closer, closer and closer.
With an unsteady finger, she tapped the button.
A flash of light.
"Candela! Your flash!" Blanche hissed, while the Candela fumbled with her phone, almost dropping it.
"You scared me!"
"I scared you? Look who's talking." Blanche scolded.
Meanwhile, Spark let out a small grunt, before he turned to his side, lying in a fetal position, while hugging a fairly large Pikachu doll.
Yes. Their main subject, was Spark.
The Team Instinct Leader was currently snoozing, his chest heaving up and down as he breathed in and out. He hugged his Pikachu tighter, as if subconsciously, he had noticed the two intruders and was protecting his Pikachu from the incoming danger.
"Nnnnn..." He muttered, causing Blanche and Candela to hold their breath and stay completely still.
When he finally settled down, the two Leaders let out a collective sigh of relief. Both of them then looked at his sleeping face.
Two words to describe.
Simply. Adorable.
"This is unfair." Candela groaned. "How can anyone sleep and still look so cute at the same time? Spark's a sinner for doing this."
"H-How is he cute?" Blanche retorted. "He's not."
"Then why do you want to take pictures of him, eh eh eh?"
"N-No reason."
"Ohohoho? Is our cool and serious Blanche blushing?" Candela teased.
"S-Shut u-up." Blanche stammered as she crossed her arms and turned her head to the side.
"If you say so. Now, allow me to continue taking more pictures." Candela chuckled softly, before she started tapping the camera button multiple times.
As she continued to snap pictures, she said softly, "You know, Blanche, if we showed the trainers this cute side of him, Team Instinct will gain way more members during the next round of recruitment."
"Impractical." Blanche answered dully. "Spark's too carefree. To those who want to fight for the top, his team isn't an option."
"As critical as ever, aren't you?" Candela sighed while scrolling through the pictures. "But you're fully aware when they are serious, Team Instinct can be goddamn scary."
"Hmph." Blanche smiled. "I guess you're right, Spark's not a Leader for nothing."
"Well then, this is enough, shall we go?" Candela said as she put her phone back into her pocket, and stood up.
Blanche placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Have you forgot what we came for? We need to wake him up." Blanche pointed out. Candela gasped and pointed towards Spark.
"You want to wake him up." She whispered with a dangerous tone.
"We need to wake him up." Blanche said indifferently.
"You want to disturb his sleep."
"We need to disturb his sleep."
"You want to wake such a precious and adorable boy up."
"We need to wake such a precious and ad-" Blanche paused, before she cleared her throat. "Wake Spark up."
Candela looked as if she had received the shock of her life. She hurriedly dragged Blanche away, around the corner, before she whispered to her impatiently,
"Are you serious, Blanche? How can you bear to... to... wake him up! Look at him. Just look at him!"
"He's a Team Leader. He needs to do his job." Blanche said again, her gaze cold and serious.
"Kahhh! All you Mystics!" Candela grumbled. "First and foremost, we entered his room without permission!"
"First and foremost, he was late. Second, he did not lock his door. Third, he was sleeping. Fourth, he needs to do his duties as a Team Leader. It's no longer a problem of whether we need permission or not." Blanche said firmly.
"No changing your mind?"
"Never."
"Oh, come on!"
"What? You're unsatisfied?"
"Very!"
"Why so?"
"Read the situation, Blanche, he needs his sleep! He's a kid!"
"I can read situations much better than you, Candela. If he needs his sleep, so do I. If he's a kid, so am I. We are of the same age, after all."
"But his mentality is more... childish!"
"Not to mention, a little forgetful."
"A little dense."
"Obsessive over Pikachu and dabs."
"And he's- wait a minute, why are we nit-picking on him?" Candela yelled, looking rather furious.
Suddenly, a sound came from around the corner. A shuffle and a squeak.
"Nnn? Who's there?" Spark asked drowsily.
The two Leaders froze. Meanwhile, Spark stood up unsteadily and dragged his feet forward.
"Run." Blanche whispered.
"Finally, something we can agree on." Candela huffed, before both of them dashed for the door. They did not slam it close, and simply left it slightly ajar, and in a blink of an eye, they were far, far away from Spark's room. Far away enough to be safe.
Spark yawned and turned around the corner. He looked at his surroundings from left to right, and found nothing out of the normal.
"Hmmm? Weird. I swear I heard someone." He muttered as he rubbed his neck.
Spark then noticed that the ceiling lights was switched on.
He stared at the light for a few seconds.
And stared.
And stared.
Stared.
"Silly me." He said to himself. "Did I forgot to switch off the lights again?"
He walked over, and reached out his hand to press the switch.
His hand froze the moment a thought surfaced in his mind.
Wasn't he supposed to do something before this...?
Spark gulped a ton of saliva when he was reminded about what he had to do.
He went down on all fours in despair.
He forgot that he had work today.
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