[A/N: Not quite gym leaders, but they were requested.]

They were a lot like the types they specialised in. Sometimes, a bit too much like them.

"I dare you to say that again," Malva hissed, her Pyroar growling beside her. Siebold sighed, trying to remain calm, though his irritation was clear in the tightness of his posture.

"Really? And here I though you had a problem with your eyes and not your ears." From the sidelines, Drasna watched the two worriedly.

"Oh my. They both seem really upset today," she muttered to herself. Turning around, she contemplated fetching Wikstrom from the Ironworks Chamber so he could attempt to calm them both. On the other hand, she wondered, looking to the large doors at the north of the hall, should she just go straight to the champion to sort the problem?

"You truly are insufferable. I can't be dealing with you today," Malva snapped, turning sharply on her heel and leaving the League hall. Drasna ran forward slightly and called after the woman, "Malva, where are you going?"

"Anywhere but here!" came the sharp reply as the door shut behind the woman. The sound of footsteps and another door opening made Drasna turn around; Siebold entered into his own chamber without a word, though the woman did try to call after him as well. The woman sighed.

"Neither of them are in a good mood today," she murmured. She sighed again, "Oh dear."

STAB

"Stupid Siebold," Malva growled, shoving the forkful of food that she'd violently skewered into her mouth.

STAB

"Oh how I'd love to watch him and his fancy clothes go up in smoke one of these days." The diminutive Passho Berry hanging off her fork slipped off, bouncing off the table completely. Pyroar, still outside of her Poké Ball, shot forward and licked up the berry. Malva scowled at her pokémon, receiving a similar look from the lion in return. Throwing herself back against the chair, she let out a huff of air, still feeling very irritated after the altercation back at the League Hall.

"He thinks he knows what he's talking about all the time, when really, it's all just gibberish," she muttered to herself, Pyroar having given up on her partner by now and choosing to ignore the human on purpose. A waiter walked by, picking up her plate that had contained her starter. Grabbing her iced tea by the rim of the glass, the elite four member took a delicate sip from the straw, though her lips were still pressed thin with frustration.

"How long does it take a chef to fry a fish?" she muttered, foot tapping the air impatiently, "I could do it myself in about half this time." Glancing around at the street the café was situated in, she watched as tourists fluttered from shop to shop, chattering excitedly in their native tongues as small children ran around, getting under people's feet. She clicked her tongue at the sight, before her gaze drifted to Prism Tower, standing tall in the center of the city. She liked Prism Tower, especially at night; it was almost like a beacon, recognisable the region over. A symbol for the city, maybe the region as a whole.

"Madame." Malva was jostled from her thoughts as a waiter placed a plate of fried Magikarp in front of her. She nodded her thanks and picked up her fork as the young man give a small bow and began to walk away. However, when she took a bite out of the fish pokémon, she stopped chewing with surprise as a spicy sensation engulfed her tongue. Swallowing quickly, she called back the waiter before he could re-enter the café.

"Excuse me, my Magikarp is...well, it tastes different to what you usually serve here," she said. The waiter nodded.

"Yes, well, the chef received a call from a friend of his, asking to cook the Magikarp like this for yourself. He requested this as well as giving a message," he said, reaching into his pocket and giving the woman a hastily written note; no doubt jotted down by the chef himself, rushed off his feet as he prepared order after order simultaneously. Taking it, Malva frowned, feeling a wave of guilt and frustration rush over her as she read it, 'Since you always seem to refuse to apologise first whenever we get into our little spats, allow me to do so instead, offering you your favourite serving of the meal you ordered in return.' She resisted the urge to crush the paper in her hand as she sighed.

"Of course," she muttered. The waiter frowned and asked, "Is there something wrong with the food? I could return it and get you what you ordered." As he reached for the plate, Malva's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, making the man jump with fright. His face grew pale as the woman muttered darkly, "You touch my food, I will have you fired immediately." She released him then, after a moment's awkward silence, she coughed and said, with a little more restraint, "The food is fine, thank you. You may go." The waiter nodded, still frightened of the elite four member. He shuffled off, head down as he re-entered the restaurant. Malva sighed again.

"What am I going to do with him?" she murmured, scraping the salad that the Magikarp sat atop together into a single pile with her fork before she finally took the piece into her mouth.

"I was thinking the same about you," a voice said behind her, making the woman jump, nearly chocking on her food with surprise. Whipping round, she growled as her cheeks turned red at being found; Siebold took a sip from his coffee mug, ignorant of Malva's fiery espression.

"What are you doing here?" Malva hissed, to which Siebold turned around so he was facing her and said, "You always come here after an argument with anyone. Might I suggest being a bit different in future, especially if you'd rather not be found." The pink haired woman growled, unable to respond. The man continued, "Besides, I wanted to know if you were enjoying your food." She didn't reply immediatly. Siebold turned back to his coffee and took another sip as he admired the newly trimmed Furfrou making their way out of Friseur Furfrou with their trainers. He had to strain his ears to hear her words as she'd turned her back to him again.

"It's quite tasty. Nothing you'd eat, but it isn't to your taste," she said, inserting another piece of Magikarp into her mouth. The man smiled.

"You're such a stubborn one," he muttered. Malva took a sip of her iced tea before muttering in return, "You're one to talk."

I'm sorry this took me a while, I got hit with minor writer's block, plus this was my first time writing the Elite Four.

So, like the pre-story A/Ns say (I don't usually do those, only if its something major I need to mention, and I always keep them short. Literally a sentence), these aren't gym leaders, but they were requested; having said that, this is for RosaMeiWhite2, who requested the elite four, preferably with Malva and Siebold, if I remember correctly.

I have a few suggestions now coming in, which makes me so happy. However there is one thing I would like to point out which is unfortunate.

Some drabbles I have in progress and one or two requests feature Unova gym leaders. I have not yet played the GenV games, though I have asked my parents for Black for my Christmas. I'm not entirely comfortable writing about characters I haven't yet had the chance to meet firsthand. Which is why, if you would all be so kind to accept, I would like to hold off till after I've played at least a little bit of Black before I do anything with the Unova gym leaders. If push comes to shove though, I may watch anime episodes so I can get basic characterisations.

Speaking of Christmas as well, I also have a plan to write a Christmas related drabble. It may take some time and I'm not sure if I'll just write one big massive drabble chapter or split it into parts like I did with the fifth drabble. Either way, I hope you will all look forward to that.

Thank you for reading as always, as for putting up with these long A/Ns. I do like to talk lol. :'''D

Please do feel free to review, fave and follow, as well as suggest. You can leave suggestions containing Unova leaders, just be aware it might not happen for a while. At least till next year.

Thank you once more!

Angel-chan x