He was the most feared in the depths of Drimare City; everyone knew him as the white haired, blue eyed, smirking man who was able to easily knock anyone out by just touching their forehead. People parted in crows if he was coming through, and no one but the bravest of souls talked to him. He was tall, with tan skin, a black, sleeveless shirt with a red collar, and baggy black pants with chains hanging from the pockets. Everywhere he went, his combat boots would make clumping noises against the ground, his chains would swing back and forth, and some swore to Arceus himself that the tattoos on each of his arms actually moved.

Darkrai smirked. He crossed his arms and stared at the TV, leaning forward to stare into the very soul of the waitress. Kindhearted, smiling for real, she took town his order and scurried away, terrified of the dark yet invisible aura that surrounded the man.

"Poor girl," he said, but shook his head. She would live a long life, especially long for a Raichu. It was a gift but a curse being a Legendary Pokemon; he could tell when and how someone would die, understand someone's very fears, wishes, and lies. And that was just him, a mere ghost who had met but three of the dozens of Legendaries that ruled the world.

The girl came back, her tail zipping back and forth as she gently placed a plate of chicken on the table and then a glass of pink liquid.

"Anything else, sir?" she asked.

"Nah," Darkrai said, waving a hand. "I'm good."

With a quick bow, she tugged her apron, straightening it, and went to another table, where she began to talk to someone else. Darkrai never ate, only drank, as he stared at the people around the room. Many were sitting in soft cushioned booths, others with screaming kids sitting at the tables situated in the middle of the room. The floor was a splash of color, bright red with thousands of shades of other colors splattered around. He took note of where everything was, finding this place to be his favorite so far, and leaned back.

It was common to see other Legendaries at Drimare; yes, he had never met them, but he could point out Celebi and Dialga, Shaymin, and Victini talking to each other quietly at the other end of the room. Everyone steered clear of them, save for the kind Raichu, and avoided them like the plague.

"Is something wrong, sir?" another woman asked, a cook by the looks of it. She wasn't thin, but not fat either, with sharp canines and wide, happy eyes. Her hair swiped across her forehead and under her apron Darkrai saw a beautiful blue dress. Munchlax.

"No," Darkrai said and turned his head to look out the window. "I'm just not all that hungry right now."

She gave him a skeptical look but went no farther. Darkrai crossed his arms when he was sure she had left and then decided to stand up. He didn't think once about wasting food- he was a Legendary for Arceus's sake, able to live weeks without any scrap of meat or fruit. Instead, he placed it back on his table and left, leaving a tip for the Raichu.

Business in Drimare Town was always busy, always rushing, always doing. This was his town to watch over, one that not many people felt blessed to be in, and to keep themselves occupied they worked, worked, worked. Drimare wasn't really a town, having grown far too past the point, and tall skyscrapers rose into the ever-foggy sky. Tailow and Swellow with their golden mailbags soared across the sky, chattering to each other, lightening the mood.

But something didn't feel right, something felt off. Darkrai turned his head and focused his senses on a certain spot, the sound of crying rattling through his head. Nothing but confusion covered his face as he headed towards the spot. Deep down in an alley, at the farthest end, was a woman that looked no older than him. Her long blond hair was filthy, muddy, and her yellow dress was torn in many places. Next to her was a folded blue vest, one that was meant to fall all the way to the floor instead of end with a shirt.

Darkrai gave a concerned look. She looked disheartened, terrified, and her sobs filling the air simply proved that.

Cautiously approaching, Darkrai held out a hand and said, "Why do you cry?"

The woman looked up. Confident red eyes pierced into blue ones, betraying her depressed character. Tears fell down her cheeks and fell into the hands that had just been covering her face, falling down her wrists and onto her soaked dress. Shocked, Darkrai realized her as his counterpart Cresselia, the being of dreams, one of the Legendaries he knew, but never met.

Sniffing, she rubbed her nose and sniffed. "It does not matter now," she said, only to burst into sobs again.

"You must tell me," Darkrai said. He did not want to butt into her life, but this was his town, he was supposed to make sure every single person was happy.

"I don't want to tell you," Cresselia wept. She clenched her jaw and rubbed her eyes, already raw from the many times she must have been rubbing them before. "You wouldn't understand."

Darkrai knelt down, one arm draped over his raised knee. "I understand more than you know," he said steadily, voice not faltering once. "Tell me."

"I-" she coughed "-I was trying to be kind to Latios, b-but he just got even madder and left me here. He said I was hurting Latias, but I never spoke to her."

Relationships between Legendaries were scary; Mew and Mewtwo were father and son, two complete opposites; Giratina and Shaymin had been silently accepted through the world as husband and wife; three siblings, Raqyuaza, Groudon, and Kyogre who had been so kind became raged when Kyogre had been discovered with a son, Manaphy. For newer Legendaries like them, it made no sense, but was accepted in fear something would happen. Latios was well known for hurting those in his relationships, those except Latias.

Darkrai sighed and leaned forward a little, reaching out to touch Cresselia's shoulder. With a gasp she jerked back, hitting her head against the wall.

"Don't touch me, you monster," she growled. "I've heard all about your stupid, foolish-"

"I do not give nightmares to those who are already in one," he responded slowly. "Please trust me."

Cresselia shook her head, clasped her hands together, and tried to push herself as far back as she could.

"Look, you're cold, you're wet, you're crying in the filthiest alley I have ever seen. Why don't you come to my apartment?"

She looked at him like he was crazy.

"I promise I won't hurt you." Darkrai blinked only once. "Come with me?"

Her knees moved away from her chest and her hands fell to her sides. Before another round of sobs could attack, Darkrai swiftly pulled her to her feet and grabbed her vest.

"Would you like me to grab something from the store for you?" Darkrai asked. Cresselia kept her hands close to her chest and shook her head. "Positive?" He simply got no answer.

In defeated silence, Darkrai wandered through the streets. He only traveled to the places that were within walking distance, and swore that the next time Dialga and Palkia fought in his entertainment district, he would pummel them with Arceus' permission. Things were still being fixed from last time, though it was almost finished. Cresselia jumped every time someone moved a brick, every time an Exploud shouted orders, every time a leaf moved in the wind.

She was in terrible condition, almost unable to walk the full way. Darkrai let her lean against him and guided her into his apartment complex. Usually he just took the stairs, being the idiot that he was inside, but this time he took the elevator. And, like usual, everyone moved out of his way to let them through.

Cresselia looked like she was desperately trying to hold back tears. She choked and shut her eyes on their way up, having to be led out by her new caretaker.

"It's right here, okay?" Darkrai asked. Cresselia nodded slowly and stepped into the room with him, her breath being taken away. His carpets and walls were black, accented with white trimming on the floor. Her sandaled feet felt a thick, soft red carpet and for some reason, she looked almost calmer.

With an approving nod, Darkrai made her sit on the couch and sat across from her, pressing his hands against a round coffee table.

"What did he do?" he asked. "He didn't-"

"No," Cresselia said. "He never touched me inappropriately. But…" She pressed her lips together in an attempt to keep her voice from shaking. Her hands were wrapping around each other, her posture weak and slumping. She stared at the carpet, then the walls, looking at the pictures of what the city, or town, looked like before the skyscrapers had been built.

"He said I was useless, a poor excuse for someone in a relationship. He attacked me and left me in your city." She covered her face. "I wandered around for a week before finally just stopping."

Latios, that bastard. Darkrai stood and walked to the small kitchen. He moved things around in the fridge and began to cook something on the stove that included Pecha berries, Chesto berries, and Cheri berries. In that time, Cresselia began to sob again, unable to hold it in.

Soon a hot bowl of stew was placed on the table in front of her. Cresselia looked up, staring at Darkrai.

"Well?" he asked. "I didn't poison it. I'm not of the Poison Type."

She rolled her eyes at his stupid pun and pulled the warm bowl onto her lap.

Darkrai wiped his hands on a towel and resumed his position on the couch across from her, simply watching her stare at the food he had made her.

"After this, shower. We're throwing away your cloths and getting you new ones."

Her gaze jerked from her food to Darkrai.

"You can't," she said.

It was a rule Arceus had created. He said that full-fledged Legendaries, those who were the very first of their species ever created, had to wear clothes resembling the Pokemon form Arceus had created for them. Never had they became their actual forms, they were just there to establish certain rules and regulations.

They stared at each other for quite a bit. Finally it was Cresselia who broke the gaze when she began to eat.

"I don't care about manners," Darkrai said, noting how carefully and slowly she ate, sure to never spill a drop.

"But I do," Cresselia said after she swallowed. "You invited me in, I will not take advantage of you or ruin your things."

Darkrai snorted. "Whatever," he said with a roll of his eyes. He flicked his head to the side to get his hair out of his eyes and quietly assumed that someone had talked her into doing that. "Anyway, you'll get some of my clothes to wear until I can contact Arceus, Mew, or Regigigas."

Slowly Cresselia nodded. "Alright," she mumbled almost incoherently. "Thank you."

Without saying anything, Darkrai stood up and went to look out one of the many windows in the apartment. Fog drifted around, reflecting the dull yet terrified atmosphere of the civilians. Suddenly turning, he grabbed his key, his cell phone, and a soft fabric bag, rushing out the door.

"Bathroom is the first door to your left," he called as he left. "Eat whatever you want. I need to call Arceus."

He heard a quiet, 'Okay…' before he shut the door and locked it from the outside. Quickly he dialed Arceus' number as he sped down the stairs, not getting an answer until the third try, when he was already far out of the building.

"Hey-oh, ah, Arceus…master, sir… Okay, I'm going to cut the crap. Something's wrong with Cresselia, she needs new clothes, and Latios did something to her that she is not telling me."

There was a grunt from the other end. "Thank the Universe someone found her," Arceus said. He sighed. "We looked for days. Latios has his lips sealed. I'll have Mew make some more clothes for her soon. He's got to finish Genosect's."

"Geno-who?"

"Another manmade Legendary." Darkrai could literally hear him roll his eyes. "Anyway, thank you for finding Cresselia. Where is she?"

Darkrai took a deep breath as he stopped outside of the post office. "She's in my apartment, probably in the shower by now."

A bunch of yells from the other end concluded the conversation. Giratina and Palkia had begun fighting again, and Arceus hung up rather quickly to deal with his two sons.

Darkrai shoved his phone into his pocket, looking up to the tall post office building. Feeling confident, he walked in. Something was wrong, and he was going to find out soon.


Shinzu: Giratina/Shaymin is my OTP, but Darkrai/Cresselia is a close second. I don't know where I came up with this. o.o' I wanted something with Darkrai/Cresselia, but I couldn't think of anything, and started typing about Darkrai's reputation in Drimare Town. More things will be explained soon, but this is an AU story, where there are no humans nor true Pokemon. They are instead gijinka, human-fied versions of the Pokemon.

Yes, Latios is a complete, utter jerk in this story.

I do not own Pokemon!