Chapter two is complete. Ta-da! Anywho, right now I kind of have mixed feelings about chapter 1. I never write humor, and obviously when I do, it sucks. So I'm trying this theme (I was planning on doing a bunch of themes and times anyway) so we'll see how it goes.

Note: This takes place when they're five.

On nice days, Cress liked to sit and play in the sandbox with his Pokemon action figures. They were really Pokedolls, which his younger brothers liked to tease him about frequently, but the oldest decided that sounded too girly and since then called them action figures.

He was building a rather big fortress out of sand to protect his Oshawott action figure when he heard one of his younger brothers calling for him.

"Cress!" He looked up, and saw Chili jumping up and down, trying to get his attention. "Cress, come over here!"

"Chili, I'm in the middle of something important," Cress said, continuing to build up his sand fortress.

"But it's important!" By then the red head had ran up and was standing next to the sandbox. Cress tried to ignore his presence, hoping he would go away. The water Pokemon in the fortress were depending on him, after all.

"If it's important, then get Mom or Cilan to help you," Cress said.

"Mom's never home anymore. You have to!" Chili leaned down and grabbed onto Cress' arm, trying to pull him up and out of the sandbox. Cress was slightly stronger, however, and shrugged him off. "Cress, it's really important. Please?"

"…Fine," Cress sighed, finally giving in when he looked up and saw the hurt look on his brother's face. "What could possibly be so important?" He loved his brothers dearly, but he hated when they tried to pester him.

Chili's facial expression didn't lighten up as Cress had predicted, which caused him to worry a bit. It wasn't often the energetic youngest triplet was upset for so long about something.

"Something's wrong with Cilan. I think it's something bad." Those words caused Cress to jump up from the sandbox, grab his brother's hand, and head off in the direction he had originally come from.

"Where is he?" Cress asked, realizing that he had no idea where he really was.

"In the woods."

"Wait, the place Mom, Dad, and I always tell you two to never go unless one of us is there with you?" His only response was Chili looking away in shame. "It's dangerous to go out there! That's where wild Pokemon always like to stay! Is that what happened to Cilan?"

Chili nodded. "We were playing Pokemon Ranger in the woods, when Cilan tried to get a Purrloin. It didn't look mean, honest, but when he got near, it just jumped up and attacked him. I didn't know what to do so I went and got you."

Cress wanted to smack his brothers upside the head for their stupidity and their lack of listening. "Well I see him over there, so let's see what's wrong."

He found the middle brother in a clearing in the nearby woods of their house, sitting on the ground crying, occasionally muttering something inaudible. Cilan had a few scratches on his face and arms, and was covered in a layer of mud, but otherwise seemed fine. Cress approached him and knelt down next to him, along with Chili, and put on the kindest big-brother face that he could.

"Hey, you alright?" Cilan looked up, tears still rolling down his face. Getting a closer look, Cress could now see that he was sporting a bloody nose, though the injury was relatively minor, and had already stopped bleeding.

"I just wanted to play with him, I wasn't going to hurt him," Cilan said, his voice still wavering from when he was crying. "Why did he attack me?"

"Maybe he thought you were trying to attack you," Cress offered. "Professor Juniper says Purrloin can be kind of mean."

'Well, that one was really mean," Cilan said, wiping his tears away with his sleeve. "How'd you know I was here?"

"Chili ran over to the house to tell me. He was worried about you, you know," Cress said. He had been pretty worried himself, but he chose to avoid saying it. His brothers needed someone strong to look up to after all, right?

"His nose asploded," Chili commented, face scrunched in disgust.

"Right…" He had to admit, his brother's choice of words to describe what happened was unique. "Okay Cilan, let's get you back home and cleaned up."

Grabbing Cilan's hand, Cress helped his brother up on his feet. The green haired child didn't let go, too afraid that the Purrloin would come back and attack him again. So Cress let him hold on to his hand, just for this one time. He couldn't let his brothers know he was turning soft on them, after all.

"Cress when we back, can you play Pokemon Ranger with us?" Chili asked, hope in his eyes. "You can be the Pokemon."

"No." The oldest sibling was much too old and refined to play such childish games with his brothers. Besides, the water Pokemon fortress needed protecting from the evil electric enemies that were trying to attack and take over.

Out of the corner of his eye Cress saw the Purrloin gazing at the three of them cautiously, four smaller pairs of eyes peeking out from under her. She has babies… Who would have guessed?

Back at the house, Cress was trying to get one brother in the tub, while wrestling the other to sit still for five minutes so he wouldn't wreck the whole house. It was proving to be rather difficult; once he got one a hold of one of his brothers, the other one slipped away and had to be caught again.

With threats of being locked in the closet if they didn't behave (the two younger five year old triplets were still afraid of the dark), Cress managed to get Cilan in the tub and Chili to sit still next to him.

"Hold still," Cress muttered, trying to keep Cilan still as he tried to wash his face.

"But it hurts!" Small bruises were starting to form where the Purrloin had bit his face.

"If you keep moving around while I do this, it'll hurt more," Cress threatened. It shut Cilan up, allowing the oldest to quickly clean up the small wounds and wash away the remnants of his bloody nose. "There. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Cress never understood why his two brothers hated taking baths, or even being around the tub. The blue haired child loved water and everything to do with it. And once he dried Cilan off and dressed him in fresh clean clothes, he and Chili scrambled out of the room.

"Don't go in the woods this time!" Cress yelled out to them, but they didn't listen. And never listened, it seemed.

Cress was about to return to the sandbox when Cilan returned back to his side.

"Is something else wrong?" Cress asked, confused. He had expected the two to be right back outside playing Ranger again.

What he wasn't expecting, was a hug. The oldest never was much for physical contact, but he returned it to make his brother happy. He always was rather clingy, but he was sweet. "Thank you Cress," Cilan said, pulling away and flashing him a big smile. "You're the best big brother ever!"

Cress couldn't help but smile. Being the oldest did have its advantages.

There ya go. I'm currently playing around with the theory that their parents left them at a young age (I see it quite often) so we'll see how that goes.

And an important note: Each of these one shots is completely independent, and almost always do not affect other ones.