A/N: Okay, I felt the need to completely re-do this whole story! I feel that I've gotten better and I think the chapters are too short. No reviewer has bothered to tell me that!
Disclaimer: I never will own Pokémon…
Oh, and everyone in every chapter is in human form!
Begin!
Zekrom snarled as he released another weak lunge at the older dragon. The two have been training for hours, under lady Arceus's orders of course, to win the war against the anti-universe. And no, it is not lord Giratina's universe for he was the very one to warn lady Arceus, his sister, of it. Arceus was skeptical and confused at first, her brother preferred to keep his distance from her (his way of saying 'I love you sis, I just want to hang out on my own for an eternity or two.') But when she travelled alone to the anti-universe, she was threatened and attacked. On her return she gave these orders; the older legendaries must train the younger ones for the upcoming war.
That order was the very reason behind the fact that Zekrom loved his teacher.
Who wouldn't love the time lord? If one were to add up his stunning looks and perfect personality, one might say that Arceus was truly aiming for perfection. The way his crimson eyes seemed to search one's soul was impossible to imitate, his eyes always had the thoughtful and wise look to them. His hair, black colored so he may blend into human society better, had a strange sapphire tint to them whenever sunlight hits them and during the night it seems to have a silver sheen. His IQ was also something to remark at, mostly because he spent most of his time in the library with Arceus. Even his battle skills were something to look up to, with his unique weapon, a great sword, and his very special battle style he was utterly impossible to beat.
Zekrom sagged slightly at the thought, giving ample time for one of Dialga's counterattacks. Zekrom fought back the squeak that rose into his throat as his teacher merely pushed him back.
"Always pay attention in battle Zekrom," his teacher nearly purred with his gorgeous baritone voice.
"You would know that, Dialga," Zekrom hissed through his teeth. He was in pain, both physically and emotionally, from this long training with lord Dialga and he only wished for his bed in his room.\
Dialga, as if sensing Zekrom's predicament, sighed pitifully. "You may take a break," Dialga almost sounded sad at his statement.
As soon as Dialga finished his statement, Zekrom was lying down on the stone pathway of the Hall of Origin's garden. Dialga slowly sat next to the thunder dragon, his legs crossed and his eyes once again lost in thought. Zekrom dedicated several minutes just to stare at the time lord in all of his glory. The thunder dragon nearly jumped in surprise when the time lord gave him a quick smile before returning to his thoughts. Zekrom shot his signature glare at Dialga, earning him an even larger grin.
"What?" Zekrom deadpanned after Dialga's fifth smile.
Dialga chuckled slightly while running his hand through his spiked hair, a habit of the time lord. "I should say the same; you've been staring at me the whole time," Zekrom froze in surprise at Dialga's remark, how could the time lord even know?
"Well… I…. uh," Zekrom struggled to find a snappy comeback, making Dialga laugh again.
"I understand you can not continue this subject," Dialga gently elbowed Zekrom "How are things with Reshiram?"
"I wouldn't know," Zekrom defiantly and regretfully turned away.
"She is your counterpart!" Dialga's eyebrows were raised comically at this point "a female legendary at that! I always know what Palkia's problems are because she just can't seem to stop talking about them!"
Zekrom laughed at Dialga's rant. "No, Reshiram wants me to 'be her mate'," Zekrom sighed "but I don't want to at all."
Dialga nodded in understanding. "Are you in love with someone else then? Maybe if you tell her, she'll leave you alone."
Ah, the million dollar question. "I always tell her, but she never listens," Zekrom trailed off.
"Who's the lucky legendary then?" Dialga chuckled as he repeated one of his favorite human phrases.
Zekrom's throat suddenly became too tight. His brain, as if suddenly turning on, registered the fact that Dialga was a little too close for comfort. The strange cinnamon scent that surrounded the older legendary suddenly began assailing Zekrom's nose. "I… um… well," Zekrom's face turned red as his mouth began to blurt out various words. Dialga watched him the whole time, patiently awaiting his answer.
"Take your time," Dialga muttered as he took out a small book that he always kept in his pocket and began to read it.
"You," Zekrom blurted while sitting up. By this time, Zekrom's face was completely red. Dialga's face, for the first time, held surprise as he dropped his book and just stared at Zekrom.
"Well then, that's interesting," Dialga mused after a long silence. Suddenly, the older dragon nearly glomped Zekrom "I'm sure you won't mind if I test your hypothesis."
At that statement, Dialga's lips crashed into Zekrom's. Their hands moved feverishly all over each other, always wanting more. The air crackled with electricity and love, sparks were literally flying from the duo due to the fact that their elements conducted one another. Zekrom's hands gripped Dialga's hair, wanting to make the moment last forever. But as usual, it didn't.
Dialga sighed as soon as his lips moved away slightly, to the point where there were merely centimeters from kissing again. "Hmmm… my theory is true," Dialga purred seductively, their lips brushing at every word. Zekrom's face impossibly turned a deeper red. "Let's go before you invent a new color," Dialga chuckled as he easily lifted the smaller dragon, bridal style, and carried Zekrom to the thunder dragon's room.
"Reshiram is gonna be pissed," Zekrom muttered before falling asleep in Dialga's arms.
There was nothing like falling in love with time…
A/N: Review please! I plan on changing the rest of the chapters, so if you like this one then you'll have to wait until I update the rest.
Tell me if this is better!
Have a nice life!