OK...the rewritten version!

"Normal speech"

'Thoughts'

Emphasis/ Giratina's speech

Flashback

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The moon was as bright as ever. The cloudless sky gave it the opportunity to light up anything it desired and to show off its uniqueness.

A 5 year old female peered out the window for a moment before crawling back into bed. Her brother and sister, also awake, sat upright, waiting...watching for something...someone.

There was an ever-so-quiet creak from the window, just loud enough for one to have suspicion roused inside. The eldest out of the triplets turned her head and narrowed her pale pink eyes, saying sharply,

"I know you're there, Father!"

A long, somewhat guilty silence followed, filled with a heavy tension. Then, a voice spoke out, with the tongue of the ancients.

"How didst thou sense me, child?"

The voice was old, yet young; tired, yet full of energy.

"I just do. It's a gift."

The light that bathed the room seemed to grow pale and sickly; a dark, shimmering light came from the middle of their room. As it faded, Giratina, Renegade of the Reverse World and also the Grim Reaper, appeared in his human form and growl something softly in an old, cryptic language.

He was of medium build, with messy dark grey hair tipped with red and yellow and lighter grey. His eyes were the brightest crimson one could think of, yet his skin was very pale. The long Scythe in his hand was deep brown with an almost transparent blade. He glared at his children and spoke softly,

"It seemth to me that thou hast inherited thy mother's talent of deducing my presence, child." He growled, the hand holding his Scythe tightening its grip on the mystical wood. The girl drew herself up and inwardly sighed; her father's visits were never the best parts of her life, yet her mind was forced to think quick as his archaic-ness was quite different from her fire-tempered mother and having to formulate the right response so that he doesn't think less of her was always a good exercise in the mental section.

"If you even bothered to visit every so often, you would actually know our names!" she replied waspishly, much to her father's...amusement?

In fact, Giratina's glowing red eyes were suppressing laughter; he almost smiled, but then remembered his place and replied in his death-like voice,

"I do!"

"Well, then? Say our names, oh mighty god of the Underworld!"

"...Thou hast inherited thy mother's temper." His voice sounded faintly reproachful.

"Well? If it pains you so much, get on with it!"

With a heavy sigh, Giratina cast his hard gaze across the triplets, before uttering their names with strange, broken-through tenderness,

"Ah...mine eldest daughter, Rose...the one in the middle, Aurora...and finally...Thunder. There!" The moment was over, and he glared at Rose, eyes betraying his feelings, however.

"happy?"

"Why, yes. I am rather!" Her response was rather smug.

"Now, tell me, Rose...how is-"

"Mother? Oh, she's only been worried sick over you! I really wonder why she stays with you..."

Giratina ignored that last comment, and said in a somewhat confused voice,

"She was...erm...sick?"

Rose sighed and closed her violet eyes. Her father may be the smartest Pokémon (after Mew-Two), but sometimes he was just so dense, it frightened her.

"No..."

"Oh. Another 'metaphor'?" he spoke the word in distaste. Rose nodded.

"Ah. I see."

"..."

The silence that followed was broken by Giratina moving to the door, somehow hurrying without hurrying at the same time.

Thus is the power of the Reaper.

Rose looked at her brother and sister with an amused glint in her eyes.

There was no way they were going to go to bed tonight!

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Giratina growled in what was almost fear. He had a very good to, one must admit.

After living and being married to a female like his Shaymin, one would tend to agree with the Renegade's fear. Shaymin was quick to anger, stubborn, powerful, and could leave even Giratina himself cowering if she had to. Almost no-one was ready to take on the task of looking after her and making her a wife and mother.

Until Giratina came along, unaware of the (what he now calls "Strange twist of fate", but everyone knows that he secretly likes his married life) surprising quirk fate had installed just for him.

Ah well...

The Renegade approached the bedroom door and murmured a quick prayer to Mew.

Time to face the music.

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It's a dramatic difference, yes?

I rather like it *smug smile*

Barda'sFailings