Chapter 2:

People bustled in the early morning, trying to open their shops, restaurants, and cafés. Then, two figures swept into view. Normally, this was not extraordinary but these figures were different. They walked completely in-synch, hoods up, and armed to the teeth. Two swords each, and cloaks wrapped around them, mist curled off one, falling under his cloak. The other had smoke curling up from under his hood, and they swept into town. Everyone cleared a path. They didn't want to be anywhere near them. They reached the Pokécentre, and the doors opened with a whoosh. They stepped in, and the room was crowded with trainers. Calmly, they stepped up to the counter, bypassing the line. Nurse Joy gaped.

"W-we-welcome to the P-p-Pokémon Centre. How may I help you." Both men spoke in unison, in low voices.

"We are here to sign up for the tournament. Please sign us up." Nurse Joy fumbled at her computer, before remembering something.

"Umm... You need a letter of recomendation to enter thi-". Nurse joy was cut off by the men reaching into their cloak and withdrawing a letter. "Okay sirs, I will need your names, and hometown." The smoking man on the left spoke first.

"The name is Phoenix, and I'm from the Depths of Hell." Nurse Joy swallowed.

"And you sir?"

"I am Jack Frost. From the Land of Nightmares." Nurse Joy swallowed again.

"O-okay sirs, you are all signed up. Can I interest you in some rooms?" Both shook their heads, and Phoenix walked away. Jack looked back at Joy. He grabbed her right hand in his, and brought her hand up to his face. He kissed her knuckles, in an old-fashioned, but no less chivalrous manner. Joy blushed pinker then her hair. With that, Jack turned away.

"Oh, why that poser!" Cried a tanned, squinty-eyed man. "Hey you, Jack. Come here!" Jack kept walking. "Coward!" Jack stopped dead. He turned slowly, and the temperature went from the slightly chilly, to freezing. In their short-sleeves, the group shivered and shrunk away from the man.

"What did you call me?" Jack stood right in front of Brock, nose to nose. Brock refused to back down, despite nearly wetting his pants. "What did you call me... Brock?" Brock's mouth dropped like a rock, along with everyone in the group. Brock regained his composure, powered by confidence.

(A/N: *cough cough*. Stupidity! *cough*)

"I said... You're just a cowardly poser." With the last word, Brock tried to shove Jack, but his own force knocked him back. He stumbled, but regained his footing. He launched himself back at Jack, fist ready, but inches in front of his face, Jack disappeared. Brock was sent forward from his momentum, and stumbled to the other side of the room. He whipped around. "Where the hell is he?" He felt a tap on his shoulder, and so he turned. He was face to face with Jack. Jack grinned. And with that grin, he launched Brock across the Pokécentre, a tooth landing on the floor. Brock was unconscious, after one punch. The temperature returned to normal, and Jack calmly walked out of the Pokécentre.

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"Dude, what took you so long? We need to get rid of these things!" Phoenix said, struggling under dozens of incubators with Pokémon eggs inside them.

"It's not my fault Brock is a perverted idiot. That fool called me a cowardly poser!" Jack growled.

"I dare him to call you that one more... What did you do to him?" Jack smiled a wolfish grin.

"I knocked him across the pokécentre." Phoenix laughed, and his Nidoqueen growled endearingly, and rubbed her nose against Phoenix's cheek. Phoenix laughed, but then spoke sternly.

"No. I am still mad at you. We are going to have to open, like, a booth or something. These are all yours! We aren't going to be able to train." Nidoqueen lowered her head.

"Yeah, Phoenix is right. Where do you and King even find the time to... You know what, I don't want to know. Maybe Alakazam could help is sell these." Jack threw a pokéball up, and Alakazam spilled out in a flash of white light.

You called, Master? Jack nodded.

"Yes, I did. First, don't call me Master, my name is Jack, and I am your friend, not your master. Second, do you think you could sell these at a booth, for, I don't know, fifty pokédollars?" Alakazam nodded. "Now, Phoenix and I need to get to the opening ceremony, so if you can sell even half of these, I'll buy you some Chi-centering stones, or dinner or something. Sound good?" Alakazam nodded vigorously. So, Phoenix, the ceremony starts in..." Jack looked at his Poketch. "Dear Arceus, five minutes, and Mr. Goodshow has asked us to be with him on the stage!" Jack and Phoenix ran side by side, unintentionally in-synch, as usual.

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"Hello, everybody!" Charles Goodshow screamed over the deafening crowd. "Welcome to the Tournament of Ages!" Again, he waited for the torrential applause to subdue itself. "For the first time ever, we have a tournament that includes, not only battles, but contests as well. I am pleased to say that we have some of the strongest battlers, but also the most successful coordinators in all the lands." More applause. "We have top coordinators May Maple, Drew LaRousse, and Dawn Berlitz!" All the coordinators walked up into stage, smiling and waving, May and Drew holding hands, Dawn trying to look impressive. Both men and women called out, some towards May and Drew, others to Dawn. Mr. Goodshow restored order. "We also have two special individuals that, in my opinion, are some of the most successful coordinators, and strongest battlers, no offense to any present." There was no cheering, only exited whispers, wondering who these people could possibly be to receive such high praise from Mr. Goodshow. "May I present to you... Jack Frost, and his Brother, in all but heiritage, Phoenix Steel!"

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Delia Ketchum drew in her breath. That name, Phoenix, resonated so much with her. It was one of the last words her Ash had ever said to her. She looked around expectantly. Was this a practical joke her mind was playing on her? Sure enough, the main door flew open behind the audience, and everyone turned. Unfortunately, it was merely a spectator, trying to make an unseen entrance. Everyone sighed, exasperated. They all turned back to the stage, where the four people stood, only there were now six. The two new figures were something else all together. They were dressed in cloaks, swords strapped on their backs. One had smoke curling up into the high ceiling, while the other had mist rolling along the floor, away from him. Their muscular builds bulged against the identical shirts, and the combat boots had a Yin-Yang symbol burned onto the outer ankle. The girls in the crowd screamed, while the men muttered darkly, or applauded politely. Mr. Goodshow, the figures being behind him, looked around, confused, as did the coordinators. Drew was the first to turn around, and yelped in surprise. May paled, and Dawn took a step back, disconcerted. Mr. Goodshow retained his composure. "Well, Mr. Frost and Mr. Steel, if you would please introduce yourself?" Jack stepped forward.

"Thank you, Mr. Goodshow. As was mentioned , we are two trainers and coordinators, Jack and Phoenix, but honestly, we are just like everyone else. We are here to compete, and we are here to win." Deafening cheering, whistling and cheering. Jack stepped back, and maintained the same position as Phoenix. Mr. Goodshow stepped up to the mic. again.

"So, ladies and gentlemen, let the tournament... Begin!"

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Hey guys. There's another chapter of Silver Guardians. I will get down the backstories as I want, but other then that, R&R, tell me what you think, leave OC's, whatever. This is Petrous, signing out