After writing my first Healshipping, I decided I had to make a story because I'd fallen in love with the pairing. FYI, Healshipping is Dialga/Ho-oh, and if you don't like it, you can leave now, or you can stay and perhaps figure out why I like it so much. The oneshot was fun to write and it was definitely fun to RP, so now I'm moving on to a full story.

Note that this is different from my "DL and Legendary Friends" story, for Ho-oh is a girl in here. In that case, some things are going to be different here compared to that story.

Heal is the main pairing – although StarFireshipping (Groudon/Palkia) is hinted throughout – so expect it to focus on those two a lot.

At the beginning of each chapter, to use the great technique of Funke and to-love-is-to-lie, I will put a quote that has to do with perfection. Just thought it would fit.


"The summer night is like a perfection of thought." ~Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)


A long, scaly lavender pink tail was slumping over the side of the couch as the armored dragon sat on it, eating roasted chestnuts and his pale carmine eyes glued to the television screen. His long neck had a blade on his spine that jutted out as if to stab someone, and the armor around his face ensured its safety and intact. Two wings that seemed much too small to hold him three feet from the ground were folded along his back, and his bulky shoulders inset with pearls were hunched as he ducked his head low to keep his entire mind and body focused on the show he was watching.

"Oh, Carla, I can't leave you here!"

"Go on without me, darling! I've got to save the tower!"

"Well, I'm not leaving without you!"

An unexpected clatter of big, metallic footsteps, and someone asked from behind him, "Is that As the Brass Tower Burns again, Palkia?"

The pink dragon started and nearly dropped the remote at the smooth voice, but he turned around to look over the couch and see his brother standing there with a look of obvious repulsion towards one of Palkia's favorite soap operas. He had Egyptian blue scales hard as diamonds (if not harder) with a metallic frame for wings on his back. Three claws of steel on each foot and something like a tower on his head, he looked almost like some sort of dragon-styled Frankenstein to the Spatial Pokemon. He kept the opinion to himself, though, and just grinned at the sour dragon as he went back to his show.

"Is there anything important I need to do?" Dialga asked it with such reluctance that his brother was sure he had just woken up – it was 2 in the afternoon.

"Yes – there was a meeting five hours ago that you didn't attend," he grinned at the groan he induced from that statement, "and I think Ho-oh was looking for you."

"…Ho-oh?" The Temporal Pokemon frowned at the reminder of the rainbow-colored turkey who seemed destined to turn the entire world into a utopia of her fantasies. "What does she want with me?"

Palkia shrugged. "I don't know; she didn't tell me when I asked," he furrowed his eye-ridges, "saying something about 'not perfect enough' or something like that." He then rolled his eyes and went back to his show, promptly ignoring his brother to instead be fascinated by his favorite actress' corny lines.

His brother then rolled his eyes and scoffed at him before turning and walking off, deciding that he would talk to Ho-oh later. Right now, however, he was going to take a nice, long, hot both and –

Ding-dong!

Arceus Judgment it all! The Dragon/Steel-Type turned irritably to the front door, wondering aloud, "Who the hell is it? And right when I was going to go relax…."

"Probably your girlfriend," Palkia snorted from the couch.

"Probably yours," he retorted with a smirk before continuing to the door, wondering again at the oddity of owning a human-like house. Well, actually, to be correct, the humans had copied off of them, but they didn't know that; they just thought that they had made it originally, and the Pokemon didn't feel like correcting them. Besides, they probably wouldn't believe them now, so there was no point in even trying. As Dialga could nearly hear his brother scowling, he grinned as he stepped up to the door and, after a thought, peeked through the eyehole to see who it was before he opened the door.

Standing there while constantly ruffling her feathers as if they couldn't stay the way she wanted them to, a brilliantly colored bird stood at the door. With four golden feathers crowning her as if she was a queen, orange-red, white and Kelly-green-feathered wings and huge fan-like tail, and a smooth snow white stomach, she seemed to be the epitome of perfection. It was no wonder that she was thought of as the "Ruler of the Sun" or the "Sun God" – she was just as brilliant as the golden disc soaring in the sky. Propped up on dainty Yale blue legs, her golden poppy-colored beak clicked in distaste for waiting as her carmine eyes scrutinized the door, as if it too was too imperfect for her.

The dragon rolled his eyes before reluctantly unlocking and opening the door, feeling a faint summer breeze as he muttered to the bird, "Yes, Ho-oh?" Ignoring his brother's "told ya", he asked, "What do you want?" He really didn't want to deal with her "perfection" this early in the – afternoon.

She glanced his quadruped form up and down, making him a bit nervous, before she snorted and told him, "For you information, imperfect lazy one, you missed the meeting this morning."

"Yes…." He blinked at her in indifference. "And your point is…?"

She narrowed her eyes and ruffled her back feathers a bit, standing tall and regal before me. "That meeting was important! It was only me, Rayquaza, Giratina, Arceus, Palkia and – well, supposed to be you!" She looked rather disheveled as if she had fought the air currents to get there, and she glared at him as he stood there in silence.

When he didn't respond after a minute, she snorted and fanned out her wings, making a "U" with them as she squawked, "You're the keeper of time, for crying out loud! How can you be late?"

He grinned at her and replied cheekily, "Actually, I'm not late; everyone else is just early." As he watched her fume at his lame reply, he backed away from the door and made as if to close it, saying, "Well, since you have nothing of importance to –"

"Hold it!" She stuck out her wing to stop him, and he only obliged to avoid messing up her feathers (a homicidal perfectionist was never a good thing to be around) as he raised an eye-ridge at her. Her glare intensified as he was frozen to the spot, a bit afraid to move in case it caused her to go onto a rampage, and so she was allowed to step into the house as he hesitated. She stared at him with a raptor-like expression, making him shiver, and she scolded him, "A Legend of Time that can't keep track of it is a disgrace to all Legendaries!" She ruffled her feathers. "Either you straighten up your act, or I tell Arceus to put you out of service – temporarily."

He felt that, if this were a cartoon, his jaw would be touching the floor now.

"What?! You can't do that!"

"Oh, but I can." She seemed to smile smugly at him as she told him casually, "If I can get Arceus to force Groudon and Kyogre to work together…."

Dialga gritted his teeth as he glared at the bird. How dare she manipulate Arceus, worst of all to mess with him? That evil, self-serving perfectionist twit! Why, I oughtta…. Instead of telling her what he ought to do, though, he stood up tall to tower more than five feet over her (she was 12 ft 6 in, which was small compared to his 17 ft 9 in) and snapped, "I can reverse time to make it so you were never created, and yet you threaten me? How amusing…."

She started to make something like a chirp, and it took him a moment to realize that she was laughing at him as her tail trembled in her mirth. As he fumed, she told him, "Oh, I know you can't do anything to me, imperfect lizard! Why, Arceus would skin you alive!"

And despite that, I still want to do it. He snorted at her, taking up a defiant stance, and retorted, "I don't need to listen to this – I have more authority than you!"

"Ah, ah," she would have wagged a finger at him if she had any as she grinned (despite the fact that, with a beak, that shouldn't be possible), "temper, temper, imperfect one. That certainly isn't helping your situation here, you know."

"Oh, yeah?" He bared his dragon fangs, ready to bite her throat and stain her pretty little white stomach. "Well, you aren't helping anyone, you pompous, oversized turkey!" As her eyes widened and lower jaw (beak?) dropped in shock, he smirked and said, "Oh, yeah. I went there."

Giving an indignant huff, she straightened up and scowled at him as he grinned. "Why, I never! The nerve of you oversized, overrated, imperfect lizard freaks!" He snarled at her as he dropped the smile, but she ignored it as she scoffed and turned away, saying as she stepped out of the house, "I might as well not tell you about the upcoming event that Arceus is planning!"

"…wait, what?" He blinked, then narrowed his eyes as she kept walking before grabbing her tail feathers with his teeth. As she gave a squawk and whipped her head around, he growled from around the feathers, "What are you talking about?"

She jerked herself from his grasp and huffed, ruffling her tail feathers in order to fix them before glaring at him. "I'm talking about the day where we all make our appearances around the world!" She narrowed her eyes at him and scowled. "Or have you forgotten that duty, too?"

"…But…I thought me and Palkia were exemptions."

"It's 'Palkia and I'," she corrected, "and he's decided that you have to do it, too, if only to sit around Spear Pillar for a day. And if you mess up – which includes killing any humans, breaking anything, etcetera – you're in heaps of trouble."

"What?" He took a step back in surprise, mouth wide open as he stammered, "How come I didn't know about this before?!"

She smiled smugly (Again, with the defying of physics….) .

"That's what this morning's meeting was about – we had just gotten informed of it."

"…Damn." As his gaze fell to the ground, he thought, despite how annoying it is to say it, she's right about me being irresponsible. He grimaced. In fact, if she hadn't come to bother me about it, I wouldn't have known, since Palkia would never tell me. Scowling at how the world seemed to be conspiring against him, he lifted his head back up to glare at the Rainbow Pokemon and snarling, "Well, I won't mess up – and besides, if I do, I can –"

"Arceus said no time-bending."

"Daaaaamn!" Stomping his giant dragon feet, he cursed every Legendary there was to date as the bird watched in amusement and triumph.

"What's going on in there," Palkia finally asked from his perch in the living room, boredom creeping in with his soap over. He was left on a cliffie, but he chose to wonder about his brother instead of the next episode, what with all of the yelling.

"None of your business," his brother shouted from the front door, glaring at the bird as she continued to smirk. He then whispered to her, "If you weren't under Arceus' "wing", so help me, I would –"

"Shush," Ho-oh flicked a wing over his mouth, effectively silencing him as she clicked her tongue and told him, "My, you are imperfect. It's tempting to try to fix you…."

"I do not need fix–"

"Aha!" She chirped excitedly at the idea that had just come to her. "I will help you reach perfection before the big event! Yes, that sounds wonderful," she said to herself, completely ignoring the fact that he was right there in front of her and protesting to such an idea. "Well, in order to do that, I'll need help. I'll be sure to get my sister's assistance, and I might as well include Suicune and the others in this. So," she finally looked at him, as if just now noticing his presence, "we have a lot of work to do and not enough time to do so. Come to the top of Mt. Silver tomorrow at sun high, if you please. Oh, and by the way, imperfection," she smiled slyly at him, "I do indeed detest tardiness."

"But – I –" He was left standing there, mouth gaping as she turned and took off with a flutter of brilliantly sparkling wings and a warm breeze of summer, turning towards where Johto lay beyond the horizon before she slowly made her way out of sight. When she wasn't visible anymore, Dialga finally remembered himself and clicked his jaw shut to grind his teeth together in frustration. That – that bird! Oh, how I want to throw her in an oven and bake her at ridiculous temperatures! I'll bury her in Groudon's volcano, I'll throw her into a Whirlpool, I'll toss her to the Mightyena! I'll –

"What happened?"

He blinked away his thoughts, and then shook his head to dispel them further as he realized his brother was standing beside him with his dragon arms crossed, a grin that could match Rayquaza's on his face. After a moment of silence, Dialga frowned and muttered, "I feel like I've just made a deal with Darkrai…." He then scowled and turned around to go sulk in his room, leaving his brother standing there with a knowing look on his face.

"Oh, Arceus," the pink dragon chuckled, "this is better than my soap operas!"


Did you enjoy that? ;P I hope so, cuz it was fun to write! Now, if you REALLY love me, you would review..... *hinthint*


Lots of dragon-y love (and cookies!),
~DL ('Dragon Lover')