Damn, this chapter isn't as nearly long as the last one. Also, I apologise if you get lost with my way of writing. I just find it easier to write this way, is all. Also, spell-check is weird. Teleport isn't a word, apparently.

Hmm, yes. I hope you enjoy this, and please review. I get motivated by them.

After an exciting dinner (not), me and Meg left Will to go...Wait. "Where're we going again?" I asked my fiance, who was walking ahead of me.

"My sister's, remember?" She said while glancing back at me.

"Oh...Right." Meg's younger sister, Maxine. I don't like her, for reasons you'll soon find out. Fortunately (or unfortunately), Max lived in Saffron, so we didn't have to walk very far before we reach her her...Umm...House doesn't quite fit. "She still lives in this shit-shack?" I sighed.

Meg was about to say something to defend her sister, but she apparently couldn't think of anything and closed her mouth. "Yeah, she does."

Really, it was nestled on the borderline of the woods, and it was basically a large wooden house painted entirely black, with a few black candelabras sticking up from the roof. Through a window, I could see a few candles glowing with blue fire. Ghost fire is some creepy shit. I swear I could also hear a creepy laugh coming from somewhere inside, and it's not a laugh a human could do.

Giratinists fucking scare me.

Meg didn't have this problem, or it didn't seem like she did, because she walked up to the door and knocked without breaking a sweat. Yeah, it doesn't sound like much, but seriously! GIRA-FUCKING-TINIST!

A panel in the door opened, and someoneseyes glanced through the opening. "Meggie?!" The girl inside said, quickly unlocked the door, and opened it for us. Max was two years younger than my fiance, so that would make her nineteen. She had on a long, black dress that reached the ground with no sleeves and a purple corset which emphasized her cleavage (I'm trying not to stare, but I can't help it if the chick is TRYING to get someone in her pants!). Her short black hair was pulled into a short ponytail, and she had bangs covering her left eye. Speaking of which, her eyes are naturally blue, but she got black contacts so now she looks like she has giant pupils. Her black lipstick and eyeliner stood out on her almost-albino skin, as did her black nail-polish.

"OHMYGAWDMEGGIE!!!"

"OHMYGAWDMAXIE!!!"

Oh my gawd, my sanity.

After the "hello's" and "how are you's," we sat down in Max's living room (which was all dark colors and creepy decorations and symbols everywhere). "So," the Giratinist started the conversation off. "What brings ya here?" Unlike Meg, Max doesn't bother to hide her Solaceon accent. Also unlike my gal, it does not fit her, AT ALL.

"How'd you like to go on a trip?" Meg asked sweetly.

Max raised an eyebrow and took a sip of red liquid from her glass that she had gotten. Please be a liquid that's supposed to be consumed, like juice, or wine, or anything but blood. "Where to?"

"Indigo Plateau."

"Why?"

Okay, this was getting old. "Look, we're not here for twenty-questions, so here's the deal. Believe it or not, we were chosen at random by Will of the Elite Four to go in his place to the Plateau for some League meeting in two days, for a whole week. A whole week surrounded by the most famous trainers in the world! He warned us we should have some competent battling Pokemon with us, and Meg suggested you."

The black-haired girl shrugged nonchalantly. "Not interested."

Woo!

"How about lifetime front-row seats to the Pokemon League Tournament?" Meg offered. No! I don't want her to come!

"Nah. I'm fine with what I got, thank ya."

Whew. Wait, what? Meg, why are you whispering in her ear? "What're you telling her?"

She ignored me and finished saying...Whatever she said. Max seemed to roll over what she was told in her head for a bit before nodding. "Alright, I'll come with ya."

I decided to ask again. "What did you tell her?"

Meg waved off my concern. "Oh, it's nothing you need to worry about."

"That makes me worry more."

"Stop whinin' ya big Bonsly!" The Giratinist scolded me. She turned back to her sister and spoke in a nicer tone. The tone she never uses with me. "Now, ya said it starts in two days, right?" We both nodded. "'Kay. Y'all come back in that time, and we'll go then."

"Hold up there, lady." I held up my hand to make sure they listened...Well it makes sense in my head. "You're able to get us to the Plateau, which is halfway across the region, on the day we're supposed to be there?"

Max rolled her eyes. Or eye. It's hard to tell when I can only see one. "S'called Teleport, ya idjit."

"Idjit?"

"Anywho, relax fer the next couple'a days an' then we'll go."

"What's an idjit?"

"Thank you SO much, sis!"

"Can someone tell me what an idjit is?"

"It ain't a problem. I'm gettin' kinda bored anyways."

I give up. I let the two catch up with each other's lives, and we finally set out an hour or two later. I tried asking Meg what an idjit is, but she told me not to worry again. Max may be the Giratinist, but Meg is the most sadistic one of them I swear. Mentally sadistic, anyways.

So, two days passed, and we were now standing next to Max outside her crap-shack. "Y'all ready?"

"No." I answered. "My back is killing me." I have to carry all three bags of luggage for our group. Meg likes to practically stuff her whole closet in her bag, and I don't even want to know what's in the crazy lady's.

"Too bad. Yes Max, we're ready."

"A'right, c'mon out Kadabra!"

Because I had a tower of luggage in my face, all I could see was a flash of light. "Hey. Hey what's that? Meg. What-"

"Oh shut up, Danny!" Meg snapped. "Just stay calm, and don't ask questions. Things'll be easier that way." I grumbled in response, but didn't say anything. I feel whipped.

"Okay, Kadabra. 'Port us ta the Indigo Plateau." The Giratinist ordered the whatever-it-was.

I blinked, felt like I threw up then un-vomited, and the next thing I know I'm lying flat on my face on a brick road. "Ow! Fuck, what the hell was that?!" My question was ignored, so I stood up, got over my nausea, and looked around. We were standing in front of an incredibly large red building with a green-tinted dome on the top. Above the large, blue, steel double doors was a sign that said, "Pokemon League" with a pokeball symbol between the words.

The girls collected their bags from the ground (must've dropped them. Oops) and walked up to the doors. I followed suit, but they stopped. "Hey, why'd y-" I shut up, remembering what Meg told me just a minute ago.

My fiance turned to me and scratched her head, keeping her eyes on the door. "Well, the door's locked. So we knocked, and we hope someone will open the doors soo-"

"Why hello there!" The three of us made sounds of surprise at the voice, which was coming from a speaker-box that wasn't next to the door a second ago. "You may enter the Indigo Plateau," Hooray! "but ONLY if you can answer this riddle!" Fuck. "What is black and white and red all ov-"

"A newspaper." I answered with confidence. That riddle is so old, my great-grandparents probably knew it.

"Wrong!"

"What?!"

"It's a Giratina!" The voice replied with obvious smugness. That fucker is so going down when I see him. "Now, I'll let you try one more t-"

"Blaine! What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Shouted a woman's voice from the speaker. "That thing is only to be used during war times, not for your stupid games!"

"But Clair, I-"

"No buts! Get your ass back to the meeting room, PRONTO!"

"Yes ma'am!"

Shuffling noises were heard from the box, and the woman named Clair (I'm pretty sure she's THE Clair, as in the strongest Gym Leader in Johto) spoke. "Yeah, sorry about that. Blaine's been getting a bit bored lately, so he tends to take his boredom out on unsuspecting innocents."

Max shrugged indifferently, remembered she was talking through a speaker, then said, "S'a'right. Ain't no harm's done to no one."

I'm pretty sure the grammar-senses of English teachers around the world just went crazy.

Clair spoke from the box again. "...We don't have anyone from Solaceon in the League. Who are you?"

Deciding to take initiative (for once), I started to explain. "Well, Will sent us in his place because he...Umm..."

"He's scared shitless by us because he was caught cheating?" The dragon trainer offered.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Okay, you can come in."

Meg narrowed her eyes. "That's it? One short explanation and we're let in? What if we were serial killers or something?"

"Because Will is the only one cowardly enough to send three people in his place for something as tiny as cheating at a card game. And only League representatives and their associates know about our games."

"Oh."

"Come on in, you're kinda early actually."

I was about to ask what she meant by that, but the box lowered into the ground, where I guess it came from. The doors opened automatically (awesome) and we walked into the building.

What I didn't expect was getting hit by a speeding Miltank using Rollout. The last words before I passed out from the pain was, "OHMYGAWDMILTANK!!! SO CUUUUTE!!!" Thanks Meg. Thanks a whole fucking lot.