Crystal was at the lab for the day, helping Professor Elm with his studies. Besides the usual shuffling of papers and scientists walking around in a quick pace, the quiet but stern conversations between workers, the Catcher found it relaxing. This was more of her cup of tea, well besides crawling around in the tall grass searching for Pokemon,

However, a certain Breeder disrupted the peace. The door slammed open with the golden eyed boy rushing in, running straight for the blue haired girl.

“Kris! Silver hit me!” Gold whined, much like a child. Looking behind Gold, Crystal could see the redhead leaning against the door frame, rolling his eyes. Looking back at the raven haired boy, it was obvious that, yes, he was physically harmed. But ‘hit’ seemed like an understatement. He had a few scrapes and bruises, but what stood out the most to the working girl was the black eye.

Crystal huffed. “Can’t you two get along?” She said, getting up to go grab a first aid kit.

“He started it!” Gold pouted, pointing a finger at Silver, who only snapped a, “Oh yeah, sure,” sarcastically.

Crystal didn’t want to know what started this, nor did she care to, so she only popped the case open and started treating some of Gold’s open wounds.

“He’s not a child; he can take care of himself.” Silver said, remaining in his spot in the doorway.

“Judging by the way you two fight; both of you are children.” Crystal snapped, putting bandages on the scrapes. Gold retaliated with a, “Oooo, burn,” while Silver turned his head and “Tch”ed.

Closing the first aid kit, Crystal smiled. “Ok, that should do it. But Gold,” she said, as Gold was about to turn. “Don’t provoke Silver, and Silver, don’t act on your anger.”

“Whatever.” Silver replied, walking out.

“Wha? Who said I provoked him?!” Gold shouted, getting defensive.

Crystal, and the other assistants, just gave the boy a look of, ‘Don’t start this,’ and he pouted. “Fine, but I didn’t do anything!” The Breeder declared, running back out of the lab. The Catcher sighed, turning back to her work.

...Sounds of yelling from the boy could be heard from outside, slightly irritating the girl. She silently counted down, 3...2...1…

“Kris!”