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What Is This Life? (A Guzma Fanfiction) Chapter Two: Time To Prove Yourself

"Come on, lift with your legs woman!" Alain yelled at Celine as they continued to lift the passed out Guzma but him being 6'5" he was a lot heavier than he looked.

"We could just leave his pants on and just take his shirt off. Save my innocence and yours. Also, no more heavy lifting." Celine commented as she stood up straight, stretching her back as she prepared herself to try again.

Alain sighed as she lifted Guzma's right leg pulling off his oversized sneaker and sock before doing the same with the other foot. He was still on his back in the living room floor but they had gotten his jacket, tank top, and now his footwear. He was so heavy though it was harder to get his pants off just because of the fact he was limp, just dead weight. Taking a deep breath Alain grabbed onto the bottom of his pants, tugging at them as she fought to get them down. The dead weight of his legs and the clinginess of the wet fabric made it extremely difficult but with enough strength, they finally came off.

"Alright, that's as close as I'm getting to him naked. I'm done." Alain said as she threw his pants onto the floor, grabbing a dry blanket off of the back of the couch and throwing it over his form to cover him up.

"Well, we should probably get some cold washcloths or something to make his fever come down. It was almost one hundred and two degrees last time we checked it." Celine said thoughtfully as she looked at his face.

It was clear he was having hallucinations of some kind because of the constant mumbling and looks of distress that came every once in a while. It hadn't been long since he had passed out but it had been long enough for the two girls to piece together who the fuck he was. It was a debate between dedicated cosplayer and the real deal Guzma.

"I don't think it's him. That's just me but think what you want." Alain answered in an almost nagging voice as she placed the wet cloth on his forehead.

His mumbling had gotten more absurd with every passing phrase being something about Ultra Space, Ultra Beasts, or beating the shit out of someone. They seemed to be getting less threatening and just in general weird. Guzma jerked in his sleep a bit, tears forming in the corners of his eyes to fall down his cheeks. This got both the attention of Alain and Celine making them feel extremely taken aback by his change in mood in his sleep. He began to talk again in his almost comatose state, his voice barely a whisper and he was whimpering.

"Please don't eat my ass, Ultra Beasts..." Guzma begged as he continued to sob, making Alain snort with laughter.

This was not what they had been expecting him to say, not at all. Alain was almost crying trying to hold back her laughter and Celine just looked completely perplexed at his sudden outburst. Taking in deep breaths of air Alain finally let out a series of loud laughter while Celine continued to stare straight ahead still trying to process what Guzma had just cried out in such desperation. It wasn't long before Alain's hysterical laughter roused the white-haired male from his sleep. Raising up to a sitting position he ran a through his tangled locks, becoming confused once he touched the wet rag stuck to his forehead.

"What the hell...?" He trailed off looking at the wet cloth in his hand before his attention turned to his unfamiliar surroundings.

"You're finally awake. How do you feel?" Celine swooped in to take the cloth from his hand, tending to him as a nurse or a mother would.

Alain made no move to help tend to their sick patient, instead of finding it better to smirk as he made eye contact with her, giving a half-hearted wave. It was obvious if it weren't for his lack of strength he would have attacked her but for now, he remained docile, only glaring at her before turning his attention back to the woman who was closer to him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Get ya' hands off me." He growled at her as he grabbed the blanket, throwing it off of himself. It was then that he noticed he was wearing less than what he came in with.

He was never one to be shy but this was a situation he had never been in and before he knew it a light blush had settled on his cheeks despite himself.

"Your clothes are still on the floor where I left them." Alain was leaning against the arm of the couch, using one arm to support her weight.

Her tone was blatantly distasteful, making it completely known she was uncaring of the situation. Now that he seemed to be back to himself he could leave and that was what she had wanted from the very beginning. She didn't think even if she gave herself a chance to be kind to him she would like him, just because he had challenged her on her own turf.

"Hey, you're the one who bust into our house and passed out on my friend. Do not use that tone of voice to the person who took care of you." Celine was now on the spiteful bandwagon just because he decided to be rude to her.

She had not expected a thank you but she also didn't expect him to be so audaciously rude to her. Guzma looked pissed off and shocked at the same time as he looked between the two women, not knowing whether to fight them or let it go.

"Damn, that was a complete three-sixty you did on me there. Did ya want a treat or somethin' for doin' such a good job takin' care of me?" He started out sounding a bit nervous but as he continued to speak he began to sound more suggestive.

"Hey, hey! Keep your nasty thoughts to yourself home invader!" Alain yelled at him, using this opportunity to step in and rescue her completely frozen and red-faced friend.

"You got the nerve to call me nasty? Aren't you the one who just said you took my clothes off?" He challenged her getting up off of the ground so that he was standing up at his normal slouching posture.

Alain opened her mouth to respond but closed it abruptly as she found herself at a loss for words. This did not stop her from standing her ground to protect her friend's innocence from the so-called leader of Team Skull.

"Both of you stop before you start another fist fight," Celine spoke quickly taking her turn to stand between the two trying to face off.

Doing as was suggested Alain backed down, still prepared to scrap if he so much as decided to even look at her or Celine the wrong way. Guzma snorted in amusement at the sudden interjection and the obedience of his newfound enemy.

"Now, we need to figure out a few things. The first being, who the fuck are you?" Celine continued, turning to look at Guzma who pointed to himself in a bit of confusion.

"Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you?" He asked back, surprised that they did not know who he was, knowing he was at least infamous in Alola, which in itself was quite a large region.

"She asked you first." Alain snapped at him, stepping forward despite Celine putting her hand on her chest to hold her back.

"I asked her second." He growled back, crossing her arms over his chest rolling his eyes at the overly aggressive dirty blonde.

"Hey! Both of you stop it!" Celine yelled at both of them, glaring as she turned her head both ways to make pointed eye contact with each of them.

"The name's Guzma. I'm the leader of Team Skull, so you two can call me Boss." He finally answered haughtily, making it a point to only look at Celine and not Alain.

This move only made Alain angrier but she knew it best to hold herself back or she would murder him. She wasn't sure what it was about him that rubbed her the wrong way but she was not a fan of his. Maybe it was his cockiness or his entitlement. Whatever it was she was going to have to try very hard to keep herself under wraps around him.

"Prove it. If you really are who you say then you should have a Pokemon in here." Alain countered, throwing what she thought to be a prop at him.

He caught it gingerly, examining it for a moment as he looked for any marks or indication that she had disrespected his Pokemon.

Glaring at her he pressed the button on the front of the ball, a bright light coming from it as he called his Golisopod from its ball.

"Oh, fuck..." Celine breathed out softly as the large bug type Pokemon stood in front of them, separating them from its trainer.

"Okay, it's official. I believe you..." Alain mumbled, at a loss for words as she stared at the large creature in front of her.

This shit could not be real.

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To Be Continued...  

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What Is This Life? (A Guzma Fanfiction) Chapter One: It All Started With A Fight

It was a dark, cold night when everything began to go to hell. Of course, it was like any other day filled with activities of our own choosing, mostly staring at our phones and sending each other memes back and forth as we lazed around. There was only two of us in our nice sized house at the moment, though usually there were three. There was the was the smallest of them only standing at 5'4" with dark brown hair in a long asymmetrical pixie cut. Her hazel eyes had brown undertones that sparkled with happiness at almost all times and her skin was pale enough for people to question if she were a ghost or not.

She always acted offended when someone would bring up her unusual skin tone but in the end, she would laugh about it, but that was Celine Ryan Haiden. She is known for being a very sweet and soft-spoken person, for the most part, doing her best to stay out of trouble. The tallest of them was a woman by the name of Alain Vera Summers, standing at 5'7" she was known for being an intimidating person without doing much of anything. Glaring and using her words seemed to be the scariest thing she did and she did look like she could seriously hurt someone if she wanted to. For the few who bothered to really get to know her, she was actually quite pleasant to be around even if she always spoke her mind.

Her hair was dirty blonde and shoulder length usually kept in a low ponytail. Her eyes were a hazel that were known for changing color tones depending on many factors. It was not a very big change and they remained hazel but were able to carry other specks of color more often than not. Her skin was fair and if she stood in the sun too long she would easily burn even if it were as short as fifteen minutes. And the last of the three was a young woman by the name of Marissa Stephanie Johnson, but there is not much to say about her at the moment because she is on vacation with her parents for the holiday.

It is a bit confusing considering they all sound so vastly different but Celine and Alain had been best friends since middle while they had both met Marissa when they were looking for a third person to help pay for their house rent. That was about two years ago and the three girls had been close ever since. Of course, they had arguments like all housemates but they always made up and were respectful of each other's privacy. On this night it was not particularly memorable except for the fact that it had been raining and very cold outside. Alain was wrapped up in a blanket sitting on the reclinable loveseat while Celine was sitting on the brown leather couch across from her.

Not expecting to do anything except go to bed later that night they did as they pleased, lazing around while looking at their phones being the main thing.

"Hey, did you get that meme I sent you? It was funny, right?" Alain asked, giggling as she thought of the old 'I won't hesitate bitch' Vine she had just sent to Celine.

"Yeah, I got it. It was funny the first time but stop sending it to me." Celine sighed a bit annoyed as she glanced over at her friend only giving her a half-serious glare.

"Fine, fine. But-" Alain was cut off by the sound of an urgent knocking on the front door.

Slipping on her house shoes she kept the blanket wrapped tightly around herself as she went to answer the door, still trying to stave off the nighttime chill.

"Wait, were you expecting someone?" Celine asked now sitting up on the couch, fully alert now that they had a mysterious visitor. The knock sounded again this time louder, waking the four dogs in the other room that began to go crazy barking.

"Open the fuckin' door! It's freezin' out here!" An unfamiliar voice shouted from behind the locked and bolted door.

Cautiously Alain hurried to the kitchen, grabbing the largest kitchen knife she hid it behind her back before opening the door to see who was doing all of the yelling. Before either girl had a chance to react the unpleasant trespasser became an intruder as he barreled past Alain, snatching the blanket from her shoulders making her yelp in surprise. Celine bolted up from the couch wielding a lamp from a nearby table as she rushed in to help her friend.

"Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you in our house?!" Alain yelled at him as she held the large butcher knife in front of her, more than ready to stab someone if she needed to.

Both girls were on guard as the bundled man turned to face them with a fierce glare on his face. He was very tall, had white hair with a black undercut, and very dark eyes that bore into the women. A pair of golden glasses with a bent left frame sat upon his soaking wet hair, making his appearance vaguely familiar.

"You two really wanna fight Guzma the leader of Team Skull?" The soaking wet male wrapped in a blanket asked as he glared at the two women holding their choice of weapons out.

"I don't want to fight anyone. I just want you out of our house." Celine pleaded in an almost whimpering tone, visibly shaking as she held the misplaced lamp like a baseball bat.

"Yeah, no. This is not working for me. You barged into MY house, stole MY blanket, and now you're challenging us to a fight? Fuck. You." Alain was standing her ground, making Guzma raise his eyebrows in a bit of surprise.

"Oh, I am SO sorry princess. Allow me to give this back to you." With those words he threw the sopping blanket at her, hitting her in the face with it with a loud 'SLAP'.

She froze as the fabric made contact with her skin feeling the biting chill of the cold water as it soaked through her t-shirt. The smug look on his face is what inspired her next actions, letting out a low growl she dropped both the wet fabric and knife before lunging at him. This was clearly not what he had been expecting as his face twisted in surprise and pain as he landed hard on his back on the hardwood floor. She was able to get one punch in before he was able to gather himself and switch their positions so that she was pinned beneath him. Celine just stared at the two in silent horror, her mouth open as she tried to make any sort of noise.

The room was silent for a few moments filled with nothing but the heavy breathing of the two that had just scuffled. Alain and Guzma just glared at each other for the longest time before she broke their gaze, having noticed that he was shivering very violently. His face was almost completely red and the eyes that had been so pointed in their glares early began to become unfocused and dazed. She also felt his grip weakening and strengthening with the focusing and unfocusing of his eyes as if he were remembering he was holding her there. The worst was his ragged breathing that sounded long after he was supposed to have caught his breath.

Laying there felt like an eternity but was only a few seconds before he collapsed heavily onto Alain, making her gasp in surprise.

"What in the hell?!" She yelled in shock starting to struggle to lift his heavy self off of her.

"What just happened? Are you alright? Is he alright?" Celine bombarded her already confused friend with questions as she put her weapon down, making a move to help lift the male off of Alain.

"I'm not sure." Alain slid out from under him, helping to flip him onto his back before noticing the heat radiating off of him.

Placing a hand to his forehead she quickly pulled it back, even through the coldness of his wet hair it was very apparent he was running a fever.

"He's running a pretty high-grade fever. As much as I hate to say this we have to get him out of these wet clothes before he gets worse." Alain spoke pointedly sounding more than displeased with her new predicament, feeling that this was the start of something strange.

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To Be Continued....