Jenna lives with her overbearing (and overprotective) grandfather. Years ago, her parents disappeared without a trace. While walking in the woods one day, she comes across an injured Zorua. After overcoming the shock of being able to understand what...
It was the day of the World Fighters Tournament, and everyone who was entering had to be at the arena before daybreak. In other words, I had to get up at the crack of dawn; Zorua too. The only thing we enjoyed being up at that hour for was when Kommo-o showed up.
He looked like he had a dreadful night's sleep and would breathe fire at anyone who tried to talk to him. Literally. He almost burned one of the judges. Luckily, he woke up in time to stop.
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"Is it wrong for us to be enjoying this?" Zorua asked while smirking after Kommo-o nearly burned another judge.
"Maybe. But I don't care," I replied with a smirk of my own. Then she and I chuckled as Kommo-o almost burned Stoutland. "Someone should really get him some coffee before he succeeds in burning someone."
"What's coffee?" Mienfoo asked with folded arms. He and the school bullies were standing beside me and Zorua, watching the Kommo-o fire-breathing show.
"Coffee is a caffeinated drink humans use to wake themselves up in the morning," I explained.
Mienfoo and the other school kids, besides Tyrogue and Hitmontop, believe I'm from the human world, but they don't know that I'm human myself, per Head Nurse Wigglytuff's order.
"How does it work?" Meditite asked as Kommo-o unleashed another Flamethrower at someone.
"It works by making whoever drinks it more alert or awake."
Right then and there, Kommo-o unleashed one more Flamethrower before dropping his head and snoring; a bubble inflating and deflating from his nose.
"You're right," Combusken said after he and his friends all sweat-dropped. "He needs a coffeenated drink."
Zorua and I slightly chuckled at Combusken's combined pronunciation of coffee and caffeinated. "When do the elimination rounds start?" I asked while stretching.
"For us kids, three hours. For you grown-ups, two hours." A Timburr answered.
"Then why do we have to be up this early?" Zorua demanded crossly after a yawn.
"You took the words right out of my mouth," I told her before yawning, too.
"Us Fighting-types take these tournaments very seriously," Mienfoo answered. "A while back, don't ask me how long, those that were entering the tournaments would get up at this hour to get some extra, extra training in. The community back then decided to hold the sign-ups at the same time since everyone was already up."
"Makes sense," I commented before yawning again. "By the way, Mienfoo, I thought you weren't allowed to enter."
"I'm not allowed to enter as a student of the school, but I am allowed to enter as an independent."
"Speaking of school," Zorua cut in. "How did your training go, Je- I mean Gardevoir?" She does this every time she talks to and/or about me. The other kids and some of the adults get a little puzzled, but they seem to be ignoring it.
