Tears
By M&M's
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, but if I did it DEFINITELY wouldn't be a kid's show anymore.
Yeah, this is a story in which Giratina kills himself (Can a Legendary Pokemon who symbolizes death die? No friggin' idea…) and Arceus mourns for him.
Rated T for angst and character death by suicide. Perhaps the saddest story I'll ever do.
Giratina's POV
My body's growing cold. I'm dying. I can feel it.
I can't breathe anymore. I'm in Sendoff Spring and I can feel myself slipping away. I wonder who will find me…Her? I hope not. It'll break her heart. She'll wonder why I did this. Why I died. Why I killed myself.
Or, maybe she won't. I don't know. Everything's going dim, fading into blackness. My last thought was, as my mind shut down: Good-bye, Arceus, I loved y-
Arceus's POV
Why did you kill yourself? How could you do this to me, Giratina? Is that why you covered your body in scars and little but deep wounds dripping their scarlet drops, mingling with the damp soil? Did you hate yourself, Giratina? Is that why you threw yourself into Sendoff Spring, not coming up for air, ever, not even when your body begged you for it?
Did you know it would be me who found you lying on the sandy shores of Sendoff Spring? You were cold. Still. Unfeeling. Lifeless. Dead. Like a marionette with its strings cut short, you were taken away from me. You took yourself away from me.
Today's your funeral.
Mew's up next. He puts one small, pink paw on your grave and says, "You were a good friend. I'll miss you." He floats away, his large, blue eyes brimming with tears. Cresselia's next. She says nothing, just lays a bouquet of Gracidea flowers at the foot of your tombstone. Her magenta eyes are reddish and have bags under them. She hasn't slept in days. She stays up all night, crying for you. She floats over to Darkrai, putting her face into his shoulder, her body seized by racking sobs.
The Dark-type wraps his long arms around her, in a futile attempt to soothe her, but to no avail. He didn't look any better. Dark circles ringed his cyan eyes; you could tell he wasn't sleeping any. I look up. It's my turn.
I'm supposed to be Arceus, the god of all Pokemon. I'm supposed to be the ultimate legendary Pokemon, the one who gave birth to the universe. They say a Pokemon's tears have the power to bring other back to life.
But that's a LIE! A stupid, stupid FAIRYTALE!
I rest my head on top of your grave. I hate myself. Because now for all my legendary status, I couldn't bring you back! My tears slip down my white cheeks and mix in the earth. I only knew, because you didn't wake up, you didn't know how much I loved you.
You couldn't have known…
Maybe if you have, you'd still be here.
Yeah, I had no idea where the heck I got the idea for this. (0.0') Just some sugar-induced insanity, I guess. Oh, well. M&M's over and out!