So I recently got Pokemon White a few weeks ago, and I fell in love with it. Which means of course, I fell in love with these three. Now, I've noticed how bad I am when it comes to writing multi-chapter stories (and it's pretty bad), so I'm just going to do a bunch of one shots within a big story, so that way I can add without worrying about finishing it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or the characters. But it would be cool.

Prompt: "It was burning even before I arrived".

The first thing Cilan noticed when he was suddenly awoken was the smell of something burning. In the fog of sleep he didn't think anything of it, instead trying to find the source of what woke him up. Glancing to his nightstand where his clock lay, he groaned when he noticed it was a quarter past three. He was a morning person, but not that extreme.

"Cilaaan!" The yell startled him awake the rest of the way, the forgotten acrid smell invaded his nostrils again. Seconds later he realized it was his younger brother yelling for him, making him jump out of bed. "Cilan, get over here!"

"Chili? Chili where are you?" Cilan stood in his doorway, looking around the hallway for the source of his brother's voice and a possible fire. He didn't see any flames or smoke, but he proceeded down the hallway cautiously anyway, incase the fire was hidden within the bathroom or the other two bedrooms belonging to his brothers.

"Cilan hurry up!" Chili called again. This time Cilan could clearly tell his voice was coming from the first story, so he rushed down the stairs to find him.

"Chili what happened? C'mon, we have to get out of here before the fire gets worse!" Again he looked cautiously around him, looking for the fire. He didn't see it in the foyer, but saw black smoke billowing from the nearby kitchen.

"Just get over here! And hurry up will ya," Chili said back, his impatience showing. Cilan stepped slowly into the kitchen, prepared to come face to face with a raging fire and bravely pull his younger brother from it. "Cilan look! Isn't this awesome?"

A pot sat on the stove, fire rising from inside.

Cilan rubbed the bridge of his nose, frustration replacing his normally calm demeanor. It took a lot to make him angry, but his brothers, especially his younger one, surely knew how to do it.

Chili's Pansear was outside of his pokeball, standing next to the stove on the counter while clapping happily at the fire. Their other brother, Cress, was sitting in a chair by the table in the corner, looking tired and rather mad.

Grabbing the burning pot, he quickly dumped it in the sink along with it's unidentifiable contents, and hosed it down until the flames and smoke disappeared. He then turned to his brother, arms crossed and eyebrow raised.

"Chili, why was the pot on fire?" He asked. The grass leader was almost afraid to ask why, but he knew his brother would pester him until he did.

"Well, I woke up a little while ago and I was hungry, so I came downstairs to get a snack," he started. "I wanted something hot to eat, so I turned on the stove and put some things together to make in a pot." The red head beamed with pride at what he apparently thought was his genius at work. I've seen you do it all the time, so I thought it was no problem."

"Chili, how many times have Cress and I told you, not to use the stove unless we're there? You don't even know how to use it." It was a lecture the two had had to go through countless times before, given how reckless and careless Chili could be sometimes.

"That's what I tried telling him," Cress added in, which Chili chose to ignore.

"Well, you were just upstairs, so you were technically here…" A smug look on his face at what he thought was a clever comeback.

"That's beside the point. Right now it's almost three thirty in the morning. I think that counts as 'us not being there'."

"Doesn't matter. Any way," Chili replied, waving his head signaling the conversation change, "so I was boiling the stuff I had mixed together, and it was looking pretty good for a while. But then a bunch of black smoke starting coming up from the bottom."

"What was the temperature set as?" Cilan dared to ask. Chili looked back at the stove a second to check.

"Five hundred…" His cheerful face turned sheepish for a second, before reverting back to his big smile again. "Did'ja know it only took about a minute to boil? It's incredible! Why don't you ever turn it up that high? It would make cooking so much quicker!"

"You're not supposed to turn the stove top up that high unless what you're cooking specifically calls for it. The temperature is usually supposed to stay at 250 to 300 degrees to prevent burning," Cilan lectured. He was a perfectionist when it came to cooking, which was something his brothers hated and usually asked him to do it for them. He didn't mind, giving cooking was one of his favorite hobbies, and was his usual job in the restaurant anyway. To see cooking gone so horribly wrong (Cilan didn't even think it could go as bad as this), he felt a personal shame to see his own brother mangle what he considered to be art.

"Tell that to Chili and his impatience," Cress shot. Chili glared at him, but didn't bother to say anything back.

"Cooking is all about patience," Cilan said, his eyes going bright. He was always passionate about his hobbies, almost to the point of obsession. "If you try and rush whatever you are making, then it will go wrong and-"

"Yeah yeah, I wasn't making a "fancy dish", I was just trying to make a quick snack to eat and then go back to bed," Chili snapped back. It didn't take much to trigger his infamous temper.

"That's besides the point," Cilan interjected, trying to stop a potential fight. He was a bit of a pacifist and didn't like when he brother got mad and yelled at something/someone. Cress especially was the target of his fights; the oldest triplet's apathy and stubbornness clashed with youngest triplet's enthusiasm and lack of focus. Mild and quiet Cilan was usually the one who had to intervene and stop them when the got really nasty. "That still doesn't answer my original question. Why is the pot on fire?"

"Oh, well, I'm not really sure why it happened." Chili, said, shrugging his shoulders. "The pot was smoking for a while, until the stuff I put in there started turning back. Then they just sort of… Randomly burst into flames I guess."

Cilan almost smacked himself in the face. The youngest was usually clever, but sometimes lacked common sense. "Chili, the black smoke means something is burning…"

"I didn't know. I thought that it was supposed to do that. Besides, everything was in water, so I didn't think a fire would start in it."

"Wait, what did you put in the pot?" Cilan looked around the counter and noticed several food ingredients from cabinets and the pantry that had been brought out. He cringed at the mess, hoping he didn't have to be the one to clean it up.

"A bunch of stuff," Chili said, counting off of his fingers. "Some apples, an orange, peppers, noodles, a bunch of those seasoning things you keep in that rack. Stuff like that."

"Okay, I get it, you used a lot of stuff," Cilan said, as he felt a headache starting to form. He was trying to mentally calculate how much it was going to cost to repair everything that Chili had used to make his "concoction". "But none of those are very flammable, especially with the water. You sure there wasn't anything else you put in there?"

"Well…" Chili scratched his head, looking almost nervous to answer. "I used that cooking spray you keep in the pantry. You always spray pots and pans before you use them, so I thought that was something you were supposed to do and did that."

"But… That still doesn't make a fire just start by itself…" Cilan looked around the kitchen, trying to find a plausible answer. He always liked playing detective. Searching the counters, he looked though the mess until he pulled out the culprit.

A charred rag stuffed in a box of corn starch.

"Chili, why…" Leaving a rag on a hot substance was one of the first things you ever learned with cooking, and a rookie mistake. The teen was sure his brother was smarter than to do something like that, but now he thought wrong.

"The smoke was starting to get everywhere, so I covered it with a rag to make it stop. It was working well until it just caught on fire, and then the cooking spray caught on fire too and I couldn't make it stop. It looked awesome though." The proud smile once again returned.

Cilan then turned to his other brother in the corner. "And where were you during all of this? Why didn't you deal with it, you were here before I was."

"The smell woke me up, so I went downstairs to see what was wrong, since the fire alarm is broken." Chili looked away, red, as it was he who told his Pansear to knock it down. "It was burning even before I arrived, which was five minutes before he called you."

"So, why did you call me then? You or Panpour could of put it out without any problem," Cilan said. His brothers were too much sometimes.

"Why? It wasn't my problem, so I shouldn't have to put it out. I told him to do it," Cress said coldly, crossing his arms. Cilan had to refrain from rolling his eyes. The middle triplet didn't understand his logic or odd moodiness sometimes.

"Right… Well, it's late, and we have challengers tomorrow," Cilan couldn't help but smile, "Hope you have fun cleaning up this mess and getting up tomorrow, because you have a challenge scheduled at eight tomorrow, and right now it's almost four."

"What? Why do I have to clean this up? Can't you help?" Chili was in disbelief, though from what Cilan wasn't sure.

"Because, I didn't have the idea to cook something at three o' clock in the morning. Now, goodnight." Cilan turned and left, Cress following behind him, leaving Chili standing in the middle of the kitchen surrounded by his mess.

Well, first chapter is done. I'm pretty cool with how they came out; a little different then how I planned but I still like it. I hope you do too, so review and tell what you like or don't like!