Hey everyone! Well, I recently decided to venture out of my comfort zone of just the MLP section of fanfiction and try my hand at a crossover. As mentioned in the summary, this is heavily GiratinaxLuna. Why? Because they have a surprising amount of things in common, being that they were both banished, have rather dark backgrounds and are socially awkward (or at least for Luna). Let's see how this goes and how many people like it...
Note: I know that legendary pokémon typically have no gender, but I'm disregarding that rule in this story.
Another note: I started writing this story a long time ago. Thus, why it lacks Unova pokémon, why Twilight isn't an Alicorn, and why Discord isn't reformed. I decided to pick it back up and rewrite it with better story structure and grammar.
This is a prologue of sorts, which is why it's so short. I hope you enjoy anyway!
Giratina wasn't much for sleeping. In fact, rarely did he ever sleep. Keeping the Distortion World running correctly was a great task that required all his energy. Sleep was always out of the question. Tonight was a different story. As the great serpant-dragon saw the sun set in the world reverse to his, he felt as though his powers were weak and unresponsive. He needed sleep to recharge his powers and keep going.
Giratina considered himself a painful eyeful. Currently, he was in his origin form which he always took when he was in the distortion world. He had the body of a great gray and black serpant with six massive wings tipped with red spikes. Golden spikes ran along his body, shining in the strange, refracted light of the Distortion World. Six golden rib bones lined his long neck, leading up to his golden-plated face.
The poor renegade pokémon had been feeling depressed recently. He hadn't spoke to his brother Arceus or his nephews Dialga and Palkia; unless you counted the one time he had attempted to kill Dialga. Millennia upon millennia, Giratina spent his time in the distortion world with no one to talk to except himself. When he attempted to go to the world that had humans and pokémon, everyone would always scream and run away, thinking it was the apocalypse. He had no choice but to return to the Distortion World so that no one would be afraid of him.
His brother Arceus was a different story. Whenever he flew through the "normal" lands, he was greeted with happy cheers and affection. Everyone loved Arceus because he was the creator of everything. Hated and despised Giratina sat here in the Distortion World -his beautiful creation- feeling alone and friendless. No one cared about him. It was always Arceus. Arceus this, Arceus that. Arceus Arceus Arceus.
Giratina felt rage boil up inside of him. Instead of destroying something, he found a nice, comfy floating piece of rock, laid down on it, and coiled his long body around itself. He hated being the Lord of the Distortion World. Of all the places Arceus could have given him, he had to give him a useless, lifeless world. Dialga got time, Palkia got space, Kyogre got the sea, Groudon got the earth... Rayquaza commanded the skies while Ho-oh soared through the same skies. Lugia protected the sea and all the pokémon that lived there. Entei had the volcanos, Raikou controlled the thunderbolts, and Suicune governed the winds. Heck, even Mewtwo served as the most powerful Pokémon to walk the earth.
What did Giratina have? The no-love Distortion World.
There had been many occasions when Giratina thought he could become something bigger... Something greater than his brother Arceus... Only to have said alpha pokémon strike him down. Arceus was wiser, stronger, and probably much better looking than him. Giratina sighed, knowing in his mind that he could never be greater than Arceus, but his heart always said differently.
All of the hatred that swirled within the renegade pokémon; the bitterness he harbored even after he was forced to live in the Distortion World... All of it boiled down to one thing that he truly wanted.
He wanted to be loved.
That was all that Giratina wanted. He wanted someone to love him and push what he represented out of the picture. He wanted someone to love for himself, someone he could talk to without feeling judged. If he could have anything in the world, he wouldn't wish that his brother would perish or that he could trade his Distortion World for Dialga's power of time; he would only wish for love... That was all... Was it too much to ask for?
But Giratina knew it would never come true. He could kidnap a Gardevoir and play the Beauty and the Beast card until she fell in love with him. Unfortunately, he'd probably get a spanking from Arceus if he dared to drag another pokémon into the Distortion World. After the whole incident with both Dialga and Shaymin, Giratina wasn't allowed to force anyone into his realm, ever again.
Who is he to tell me what to do? Giratina mused, I control what happens in the Distortion World, not I'm-better-than-you Arceus...
The great serpent yawned before finding himself succumbing to sleep, drifting off into a supposed-to-be dreamless rest...
As mentioned before, Giratina rarely slept, much less dreamed. If anything, he might have found himself dreaming about floating in darkness, that was about it.
Tonight was much different. Instead, the renegade pokémon found himself on a moonlit hill in the normal world. He was in his altered form, appearing similar in colors to that of his origin form; except now, golden plates decorated the top and sides of his head, he had six legs with golden claws, and two, large black wings with red spikes at their tips. He looked up at the stars that Arceus had so cleverly designed and became bitter again.
Something rustled in the bushes at the foot of the hill. Giratina crouched down in a battle stance, bracing for the worst. He didn't trust other pokémon ever since he accidentally dropped a pack of thieving and conniving Mightyenas into the Distortion World. Or when a Sableye attempted to steal one of his golden spikes. Or when Gengars found their way into the Distortion world and used their tricky powers to tease and torment poor Giratina. Bottom line, he never trusted any other creature other than himself.
That was when something emerged that Giratina wasn't expecting. At first, he mistook the newcomer as a Rapidash, being that it looked to be a horse-like creature. It didn't have the look of a normal Rapidash though, for it had a dark blue coat, a blazing, sparkling purple mane, light blue eyes, wings, and a mark... A strange mark on its flank that appeared to be a crescent moon.
At first, the Rapidash appeared quite surprised of the great, basilisk-like creature. Quickly as possible, Giratina shrunk himself down to the creature's size so as to not scare it away. He didn't know much about Rapidashes, but he knew they were prone to taking off at the speed of sound whenever startled. The last thing Giratina wanted was a panicky stampede of pokémon, all running from the completely harmless renegade pokémon.
The strange Rapidash approached closer, its bright blue eyes sparkling. It stopped when it was only a couple feet away from Giratina, looking over him, probably judging him by his looks. It opened its mouth and spoke in a female voice.
"Who... What are you?" She asked, surprisingly unafraid of his appearance.
Giratina didn't say anything.
"You are not like anything I have seen before," The Rapidash continued, "You... You are not of this world, are you?"
Slowly, Giratina shook his head, thinking that she meant from the "normal" world.
"You can understand me." Breathed the horse, seeming even more surprised.
"I'm not a mindless beast." Giratina replied as calmly as he could. How dare she just assume he was an idiot! He felt like blasting her with a powerful attack, but a strange feeling held him back...
The Rapidash was even more surprised, "But... Wha... Who are you?"
Giratina looked at her with bright red and black eyes, "I am Giratina, Lord of the Reverse World, Distortion World, the Not-Normal World, whatever you care to call it. Aren't you a long ways away from your herd, young Rapidash?"
The Rapidash stared at him hard, "Pardon? I don't travel in a herd. My name is Princess Luna and I sensed horrible sadness within your dream. But... You look like nothing I have ever seen before. What are you?"
"Giratina," The renegade pokémon repeated, "I'm just... Giratina. I don't have an affectionate nickname as most pokémon have."
"Pardon?" Luna asked, "Pok-what?"
Giratina stared at her, "Pokémon. They are the creatures that my brother Arceus created along with humans."
Luna looked even more confused, causing Giratina to sigh. Seeing that Luna didn't know about the world of pokémon, he began to explain it. He explained who he was and who his brother was, as well as what the Distortion World was and why he became its ruler.
Luna listened intently the whole time, "Banished by an elder sibling... I can relate to that very well."
Giratina cocked his head, "How so?"
Luna then began to explain where she was from. She describe the land of Equestria which she was born in, as well as the "ponies" who lived in it. She told how her elder sibling Celestia banished her to the moon for rebeling and trying to takeover. She also explained her powers of walking through dreams and raising the moon. Giratina was so intrigue by this "Rapidash". She was so alike to him in many ways. She seemed to... Understand him.
"This is so strange," Luna suddenly said, "I have never been able to travel into a different world via a dream. I must have went too far into the unconscious world and ended up in the... Pokémon world by mistake."
Giratina didn't say anything. He felt something deep in his thought-to-be stone-cold heart. There was a feeling he had never felt before while looking at this strange Rapidash from another world. He felt hot, as if he was blushing right through the golden plates on his face.
What is this? He asked himself, I feel... Almost sick. I have never been sick before!
"Giratina?" Luna asked, looking up at the renegade pokémon.
"SANDWICHES!" He suddenly screamed, jumping into the air and landing on his face.
Luna gasped, "Oh my! Are you alright?"
Giratina quickly sat up, feeling embarrassed and stupid, "I am... I am fine. I just feel... Lightheaded."
"Perhaps I should leave..." Luna said, suddenly turning and trotting to the bushes.
"No! Wait!" Pleaded Giratina, fading into the shadows and appearing in front of Luna. He was so hot and almost felt as though he was sweating. He 'never' sweated. He never thought his body was even capable.
"What's wrong?" Luna asked, raising an eyebrow.
Giratina huffed, but suddenly composed himself, "I... I simply bid you farewell."
Luna looked at the basilisk-like creature with a smile. No one ever smiled at him. Him, the hated ruler of the Distortion World... This mare didn't seem to care about that, which surprised him even more.
"Oh," Luna replied, "Well, it was very nice meeting you, Giratina."
Giratina found himself blurting out something he never meant to blurt out, "Will you... Come back and visit me?"
Luna stared at him before smiling again, "I'll try my best. I have many other subjects to attend to, but I'll try to make time for you. You're not like most beasts I have met before. In fact, you seem like quite the gentleman."
Giratina wasn't quite sure how to reply to that. Before he could ask any questions, Luna disappeared in a flash and Giratina woke up, back in the Distortion World once again. He looked around, seeing if Luna had followed him. No sign of her, causing him to become depressed again.
What was the feeling in his stomach? It was tumbling around, making him feel sick and nauseated. He was never nauseated, being that he lived in a world in which the gravity constantly shifted and fell in on itself.
Giratina wasn't an expert on emotions, so he wasn't sure if it was normal or not. He never felt like this before... Never. He needed to make sure it wasn't something bad.
He needed an expert on emotions.