Like I said in the last chapter, this is really just a series of random chapters to help cure my writer's block. I have no idea where this will go, but that's half the fun!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.

The sounds of breakfast filled the air. Eggs frying, juice pouring, and sounds you'd normally hear in a typical household. Not that there was anything typical about this household to begin with…

By this point, Galian has poured himself another mug of java and was currently reading the morning paper at the dining room table. Sitting across from him was Fia, who was reading a book she picked up just the other day, her legs propped up against another chair as she read. In the kitchen, the remains of "World war 3" had been swept up and removed, as Ema continued to make their breakfast. She was dressed in an apron as she cooked, which read, "Don't like it? Eat somewhere else!"

Ema looked up from the oven as she heard the front door creek open. The thoughts of "That door needs oil…" passed through her mind as she turned to the only other person with keys to the house.

A rather aged man had stepped into the house, just having removed and hung up his coat. It was the butler, simply known to them as Wingston. He usually came in the morning to get Galian, who had since become the head of their master's old company.

"Morning Ema"

"Morning Wingston." Seeing how Ema was a psychic type, just like Galian, they were the only two who could actually talk with Wingston.

"I'm here to pick up Master Galian."

"Would you like something while you wait?"

"No, I'm fine." Stepping into the dining room, he responded with a "Morning." to Fia, who just waved at him and continued with her book. It was then that he noticed something, something that should have become apparent the moment her stepped through the door.

"Excuse for asking, but where are Master Loki and Kiel?"

Without even looking from her page, Fia pointed towards the ceiling. Albeit confused, he looked up to see what she was referring to.

There they were, suspended several feet above their heads, stuck to the ceiling like flies. Both were dazed and confused, as well as surrounded by an assortment of cutlery sticking from around them, some too close for comfort. Both were suspended by a great amount of blue psychic energy, the same color of Galian's "horn."

"Oh." Was his only response to this. Most would have been shocked, or at least confused as to what they had done to end up there, but in this house, the unusual was the norm. Not even casting a second glance towards the two idiots above him, he turned his gaze towards the old Noctowl as he finished his morning drink and placed down the paper.

"Ready to go sir?"

"All set, let's go." With one stroke, he lifted himself from his chair and perched on Winston's shoulder. The butler retrieved his coat and hat as they stepped into the lobby. Winston's hand reached for the door knob, when something suddenly occurred to him.

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Reaching from the doorknob, he pointed to the horn on the top of Galian's head, which was still brimming with psychic energy.

"Oh…those two. Just a minute." The old owl's eyes glinted for a moment, before the energy surrounding his horn vanished. Mere seconds later…

"AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!"

CRASH!!!

"There. Now that that's taken care of, we should get going."

"Right sir." With that, the two of them stepped out towards the car that was waiting for them. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, neither of the two females seemed to notice (or care) that Loki and Kiel were slumped atop the table, swirls spinning in their eyes as assorted cutlery lay scattered around them.

"So glad you two could join us." Fia didn't even glance from her book as she spoke. "I thought he was going to keep you up there all day.

"Uggg…shut it Fia…" Kiel moaned as he tried to gather the strength to shove the annoying blue thing (Loki) off his back. The Sneasel in question was unconscious from the force of the fall and crash.

"You know you two brought it upon yourselves. Just be glad he didn't go postal on you guys like last time."

"Shut up…"

" I mean, didn't the papers say your screams could be heard from the city limits? Any ears in a mile radius were ringing for hours after that…"

"I said be quiet!" With furry in his eyes, a wave of psychic energy shot from his arm, missing his target entirely and striking the wall behind her. The resulting shockwave traveled up the wall to a butter knife still wedged in the tiles, which shook it loose. It seemed to spin as it fell before landing…

…right through Loki's hand, pinning it to the table.

Ema didn't even look up as she waited for her brother's screams. "Three…two…one…"

"AHHHHHHH!!!

Placing down her spatula, Ema reached into a pocket of her apron and pulled out a small notebook. Flipping to a new page, she quickly jotted something down.

"Date: March 27th . Way of injury: Butter knife through hand. Total injury for this month: 48." Other such noticeable entries in her little book were "October 19th : broke arm after tripping on air coming down stairs." Ema's most unusual entry though, was "January 2nd: Lost three teeth, developed pink eye and almost shattered his left knee…while trying to hook up the DVD player."

"I swear Kiel, sometimes I don't know what to do with you."

"Uh…a little help sis?" Kiel gave his biggest smile as he glanced nervously at the object pinning his hand to the table.

Ema sighed. "Fia, do you mind?"

"Certainly." With a devilish smile on her face, and before Kiel could even attempt to argue, the female Blaziken yanked the silver cutlery violently from Kiel's hand, which resulted in even more screaming from the klutzy Gallade.

"That…was for breaking my "Meteora" CD last week."

I was at this moment, that Loki regained consciousness. Glancing towards Kiel's punctured hand, then to the blood soaked butter knife in Fia's claw, he seemed to think for a moment before speaking.

"So…what I miss?"

End Chapter