Awesome, Awesomer, Awsomest: a Pokemon fanfiction (LegendShipping, LugiaxHo-oh)
Lugia ~ Female, Ho-oh ~ Male
Chapter 1
WARNING:There are a few swear words in this story, so if you are less than the age of twelve, this is a warning to you! Read at your own risk!
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Disclaimer : I, TheLegendaryTrainer, own absolutely nothing of Pokémon, Nintendo, Game Freak or their affiliates or subsidiaries. These stories are written just for the fun of it and for practice for my own original stories, I make no profit off of them.
Authoress's note: I tried to make this Fanfiction a bit more serious than the others who portray Ho-oh in a similar manner, not putting awesome every couple of worlds. I hope that it turns out well. Reveiws won't do much to the progress of this story, but feel free to if you wish. Updates will be whenever I get them done. Asking about it here is going to do next to nothing. Ask me on my Deviantart account of the same name (TheLegendaryTrainer) if you feel the need to do so. (Even though on my profile it says that I will only post finished things, I felt the need to post this) This isn't my first foray into the Legendaryshipping fandom, I had a SUPER bad cosmosshipping songfic posted quite a while back(that I deleted). Anyways, here goes nothing
Thanks, T.L.T.
Key :
Physical communication
Psychic communication
'Thoughts'
Ho-oh's Point of View
From the highest peak of Navel Rock I sat, pristine and proud, watching my subjects as they flew beneath me. They flew choppily, and compared to me, they looked like blundering Geodude with tiny Pidgey wings grafted to their shoulders. The light grin that graced my golden beak grew like a smothering wildfire that I had vengefully spread.
Rays of luminescent sunlight rained down from behind me and I raised my wings high, watching with a gleam in my eyes as the light refracted and a powerful rainbow spread from my wings. I would have to bestow upon my flying subjects a gift of beauty and awesomeness before I departed for the Hall of Origin for several torturous days were the God of life itself would overshadow me in amazingness. If only just. Peering up into the sky I saw that the sun was close to reaching its zenith, when Arceus had told us to be there, and I refused to be late. Being late was for the imperfect. ( I didn't believe in being fashionably late).
I stirred up detritus and grains of sand and my wings pumped instinctively to gain altitude while a rainbow radiated out from behind me in a shower of glittering golden particles. I could feel a twang of something in the back of my mind as I flew, something wrong, something forgotten. My wings flared out in full as I stopped dead in my tracks, I had forgotten her. That dingy, lazy, uncaring, imperfect, dolt of a Moon goddess. Remembering the last time I had saw her, I quaked. Her now uninhabited cave at the Whirl Islands was filled with debris from her fights with trainers that she was too lazy to clear away, and it had smelled of dampness and mold. Her once white-edged-with-silver feathers, were tinted a grey from dirt and grime that she was too lackadaisical to clean. I could have easily compared her to a Snorlax that had just eaten it's fill in food.
With a disappointed frown plastered on my beak, I unwillingly flew back to Navel Rock to retrieve her.
The gold stone walls of the almost unnaturally perfect cave soon melded into a silver tone, the path became steep and the air became damp. Soon enough, the sound of the gushing ocean reached my ears along with the pungent, but somehow still calming, smell of sea salt.
Sand squeezed up in-between my navy claws as the constricting cave opened into a grand hall-like chamber. A raised silvern platform of land jutted out from the center drifted down to meet the churning ocean that came in through an underwater cave. Sounds of waves crashing against their stone barriers roared into my ears, the smells and sounds of the ocean were overwhelming.
And there she was, curled into a tight, whitish spiral on the platform of silver-hued marble. I walked up to her with a deep, disapproving frown locked onto my beak. As I remembered before, her water-resistant feathers were coated in a filthy grime. Her breaths were deep, punctuated by the occasional rude snore. Refusing to touch her with my wings and dirt them with her collected filth, I resolved to kick her with my already sand-and-dirt-covered claws. Receiving only a slight groan from my nudge, I full-on kicked the moon goddess in the chest, nearly sending me toppling into the marble floor but I caught my self before she could see.
I watched with a smug grin as she jolted up unceremoniously, her grimy feathers ruffled every which way. Her wide eyes narrowed into a malignant glare as they settled on me. She snorted,
"What the hell are you doing here, you overgrown Pidgey."
"Lugia, my dear Lugia, what has become of your vocabulary? It seems to have come from a Castelia street-dweller instead of a Moon Goddess."
"What the fuck does my vocabulary have to do with you waking me up from my sleep?"
"Everything, my counterpart, we have a meeting today."
Her eyes widened ,
"Well why didn't you fucking say so?!"
She attempted to run past me but almost slammed into my wing. I decided that it would be easy to wash off a bit of grime from my wing, should she slam into it, but my pride would be damaged beyond repair if I was seen with her in her present filthy state.
"I refuse to let you come with me while you are like that, Lugia."
She peered down at her form with a questioning gaze,
"Like what?"
"You are covered in dirt."
"Dirt?"
"Yes," I said with a disappointed sigh, "grime, filth."
"I don't see anything wrong."
"I suggest you clean yourself, as I doubt that you remember the way to the Hall of Origin with your horrid memory. I refuse to wait forever and be tardy because of your laziness and uncaring ways."
Her light frown transformed into a grimace but she complied with little more than her trademark scowl and an annoyed grunt. I looked on with a victorious grin as she pivoted around to jump into the sea. I stepped closer as she launched herself eloquently off of the silvern platform with a spin and peering over the edge, I watched as the water barely even rippled as she penetrated its surface.
Her sleek form was distorted by the water's churning surface but I watched as she spun in detailed, hypnotizing patters, teasing the tides and water currents to converge upon and cleanse her. Her control over the tides was absolute and stunning, her prowess was ravishing and devastating. She could have easily been close to my level of perfect if she tried. But, alas, she couldn't care any less. A miniature whirlpool formed on the surface just over where her form could be seen performing mesmerizing underwater dances. She sprang from the epicenter of the swirling water sending a shower of glittering droplets asunder. Her wings opened to their full width and her head held high, she called the wind with her unadulterated authority over the air currents. It formed a cyclone that faded from the top down, in ribbons of air.
With an almost inaudible tap she landed, her silver tipped feathers clean and shining. The navy scales of her mask gleamed with reflected luminosity, highlighting her eyes that looked no where in particular.
"Good enough for you, Your Highness?"
I looked over her form, her feathers no longer carried a collected layer of filth and were all in perfect order, except for one on her forehead which stood straight up. She must have seen it to because her long, pink tongue reached up to smooth it down before I had to fix it. I laughed at something that you could have expected from a newly hatched Torchic and stepped over to her with a humorous aura plastered on my countenance, I just couldn't help it. She sighed helplessly at her fruitless attempt and she bowed her head to let me have a better look. It was just a tiny feather from her downy undercoat, and I pinched it with my beak and plucked it out, tossing it to the side. She winced lightly as I preened her forehead and the skin on her cheeks beneath her gleaming feathers took on a light scarlet hue at my actions. My own cheeks wished to replicate hers, but I refused to let it happen, it was her pride being destroyed, not mine. I pulled away with a tinge of reluctance, could I have made her look any better? I shook my head, we didn't have the time and I doubted that Dialga was going to give us any.
"Come now, Lugia, I don't wish be late. Let Raikou take Arceus's wrath for being tardy."
Responding with a subdued nod, she followed behind me, her tail forming semi-circles in the sandy cave path as she walked. I stopped with a huff,
" Lugia, hold your tail up, it is not a broom to sweep the earth with. Do you wish for it to become coated in unsightly filth again?"
She gave a weak sigh and lifted it up high off the ground, it did look a bit uncomfortable, but you had to make sacrifices in the name of beauty. Her blundering steps on land were nothing like the elegance that her actions and movements held underwater, she waddled like a Ducklett when she walked, and her huge, hand-like wings lay useless at her side.
The cave opened up onto the plain surface of the island whose dirt was not a glittering silver or a shimmering gold, but a dusty, lackluster grey. Sprigs of dried grass sprouted here and there in the shade of any sizable boulder while the sun beat down with unrelenting harshness.
I sprang up into the stifling air and pumped my wings as fast as I could and watched from the sky as she too jumped up into the sky.
The muscles beneath her waterproof feathers rippled with strength, and the harsh sunlight made her feathers shimmer. Her wings lifted her eloquent form from the parched earth and the whisper of air that she dispersed with her wings became overwhelming surges that spun fragments of dull stone and billowing clouds of dirt into the arid atmosphere. If I wasn't thinking about it, my jaw would have fell. But I had control over myself, and I had my pride.
Once she attained a decent amount of height, she shot up into the sky, silhouetted by the sun. Like a cocoon, she had her wings wrapped tightly around herself as she spun upwards. Sharply, she shot out her wings and drifted along on an air current and I realized that I was still only ten or so feet from the ground while she, now only an avian-shaped speck in the sky, was at least two hundred. Flapping rapidly, I gained altitude and rested just beside her on the same air current. With my wings flared out in full, I watched the rainbow spill from my feathers and drift towards the island which was now barely a smudge on the horizon.
The constantly churning ocean was losing my attention and I peered over the only other interesting thing within a hundred-foot range.
The sun was diagonally behind her and it's rays glinted off of her feathers that now shone with cleanliness, not harshly, but gently. Her sleek form seemed to shear the air apart with minimal friction and she glided almost like had done in the water. She just lay on the air current, lazily and relaxed, but not slouching. My eyes traced up to her head, every scale of her cobalt mask glinted like a perfect sapphire, the detail of it enchanting the simple monochrome of her intelligent eyes. She was the perfect Moon Goddess, sleek and eloquent, intelligent but laid back, just going with the flow of the tides. I was unashamedly staring at her with such force that when she noticed she said,
"Trying to kill me by burning a hole in the side of my head?"
She grinned smugly before flicking her tail and performed an aileron roll, flipping stomach-up, letting the warmth of the sun's rays soak into her underside.
I felt perfect, stunning, the waning sun making the fading vestiges of light glint off of my prismatic feathers and a rainbow cape trailed behind me. It shortened while the sun set, as if it were a large biscuit that was being eaten by a Sharpedo. A golden trail formed on the water and as we turned slightly, it seemed as if we were riding upon it, a golden road laid out just for us, I liked the sound of that.
Our temporary home at Navel Rock wasn't home, not even close. I wished just to be back at my rightful place, at the top of Bell Tower and hear the aged bronze bell toll in my honor. It was like an ache in my chest, and I knew that Lugia missed her home at the Whirl Islands as well. She had just as much of an attraction to the dank, damp cavern as I did to the oriental, detailed tower where I slept when I wasn't all over the Pokemon world.
But it was what Arceus decreed, she was afraid that a trainer would come and harm us or catch us so that we would be unable to perform our respective jobs. The large influx of trainers scared me a bit too, Lugia never had as many trainers arrive at her home as I did, but it was still noticeable. Living in a cave where you had to surf over the ocean and a path of particularly dangerous whirlpools and find the correct island, then go through a maze of a cavern made it extremely tough to reach her. Then you had to battle with a Demi-God that controlled the moon, tides, air currents, and had psychic powers. Only the toughest trainers came to her door, and her fighting skills were honed exceptionally because of this.
Even if it was for our own safety, I hated leaving my human worshipers out in the cold and Lugia had told me that it was much harder to control the tides from here, since all the world's tides converged around the Whirl Islands. Hence the name and the abundance of whirlpools. And I really missed the trainers, some of them were horrible battlers but cute, and some of them were amazing at battling, their strategies pre-planned and they improvised when needed, everything focused upon my weaknesses(not that I had many, if at all)and they had backup after backup, what they all had in common, male or female, was that they had pure hearts. And even though as of late I had been tired because of all the trainers arriving to fight me, I felt a pang of joy in my heart when I heard the golden bells on the top of the tower toll eloquently and the traditional and mystic chants of the Kimono girls as they welcomed me down from the sky. I didn't know what made the trainers fit to see Lugia, and never did, so I peered over at her and threw a question out into the awkward roaring silence,
"Lugia what makes the trainers qualified to battle you?"
The calm and happiness was gone from her eyes, washed away by those words, she answered with a tinge of reluctance and sadness in her voice and her form became stiff and jerky in the air.
"Strength. They don't even seem to care where it came from, I've seen the strongest of teams with tortured pokemon. It makes me sick. I feel bile in my throat just thinking about it, lines of damaged flesh and dried blood and how they throw themselves in the way of my attacks to see if they can kill themselves."
She turned her head away from me and squeezed her eyes shut as if trying to dispose of the image that was most certainly burned into her corneas.
" Besides, I haven't seen a trainer in a long time. The bells in my cavern are coated with stains of rust and are spotted with patches of barnacles and mold. Nobody cares for a fear-inducing sea monster when they can have a beautiful and awe-inspiring phoenix at their side."
She fell into an almost comatose state, not moving, talking, or responding to any attempt at conversation or eye contact. Her eyes were shut and she drifted without much movement on the air current.
After quite a while, a burst of air next to me alerted me to her movement. She had fell into a downwards spiral towards the ocean. I watched as she glided under the surface of the star-speckled water, a thin trail of moonlight, like liquid silver, highlighted her path. I could see that she was in her element. Under the moon and stars with the ocean caressing her and supporting her more than any living being could do. Normally in awe of myself, I was now completely mystified by her.
Her form seamlessly cleaved the water, leaping out with a flourishing twirl, leaving a shower of droplets in her wake. Her shadowed and distorted body lay under the water and I flew down closer to the surface of the great liquid expanse. I flew directly over her, she was swimming stomach up and her eyes looking but not seeing and I flew straight ahead, I don't think ether of us cared were we went, or that we would be horribly late. The beads of water that splashed up and clung onto my feathers didn't worry me. I could see how she was so calm and collected, just this, swimming carelessly over the water, watching the stars come out in full . My reflection rippled and distorted over her shadowed form as we continued on.
Land broke over the horizon, ebony, but speckled with the light of the cities. Over the top of the highest point on the landmass - Spear Pillar - lay a great and twinkling star, signifying the meeting to the legendaries, just a pretty star to the humans. But, to the religious folk(which was the vast majority of the population), it signified a time of worship. They thought that it meant that the Gods were using it as their eyes into the mortal world. That they were using it as a way to decide which humans were to spend an eternity of their lives with Giratina and which got to live with their patron God or Goddess in the Hall of Origin. The good souls didn't live in the Hall though, they lived in a special section of their God or Goddess's dimension that was only accessible by the God/Goddess who inhabited said dimension or Palkia. But the spacial Goddess was severely punished if she ventured into another's Soul Sanctuary. And the Original Three certainly didn't live in their own dimensions for any great length or abundance of time unless they were severely harmed and needed to regenerated their powers and heal.
I sighed, now just realizing how late we were and how mad Arceus was going to be when we arrived. But I had to keep my head up, my pride depended on it. Lugia needed not know that I was scared of Arceus's retribution. I peered down at Lugia who still had her eyes staring at nothing particular. I reached into her mind with my meager psychic powers. As soon as I divulged into it I felt calm, was this how she felt? Like she was a part of the moon, the ocean, the sky? As if she were drifting without any purpose? I shook my head and placed a statement in the dips and twists of her brain waves,
"We're almost there"
Her eyes became focused again, the ebony pupil dilated and contracted, hooking on white-capped waves and ocean dwelling Pokémon before settling on me. She seemed a bit dispondent that I had destroyed her trance, bringing her back to where reality waited in a lethal silence to ruin her dreams and peace.
"All right . . . Could you move?"
I nodded absent-mindedly and rose up about thirty feet, my mind trained on how we could get to the top of Spear Pillar the fastest possible.
She rent the water's surface and flapped leisurely up, up past me and rested uncaring on an air current.
Did she realize how late we were? How much trouble we were going to be in, and how much yelling that we were going to get from a stressed-out Arceus? Did she care? Looking up at her, barely moving, only when her stability was jeopardized, I severely doubted it.I flapped up with vigor and called out,
"We are going to be late!"
She didn't even look at me when she replied.
"We're already late so what does it matter?"
I let out a stressed huff while the air current dipped and she flapped for a bit until she found a new one.
"I'll leave you behind and you'll have to find the rest of the way on your own."
I flapped faster and gained a bit of a lead ahead of her to prove my point.
" Besides the obvious fact that I'm a lot faster than you and could catch up with ease, I can almost see Spear Pillar now. I could easily find my way"
I growled a bit.
"Can we just go faster?"
She huffed in annoyance before performing another aileron roll and nodding. She pumped her giant hand-like wings in a steady beat, easily passing me and the tiny headway I had made. Soon she was up to full speed, a speed at which I could not hope to catch her.
Then, I, as the humans said, floored it. Going so fast that after a few seconds of going my wings felt as if the joints would fail and they would become like boiled noodles, and I still wasn't making any headway.
Noticing my frustration, she dipped lightly into my mind, dropping a reserve of energy behind her. I flew steadily as she slowed to fly beside me, she was laughing heartily.
"And you're telling me to hurry?"
I grumbled for a few seconds, but eventually returned the grin. Her's wasn't filled with ego or pride like mine would have been had I been faster, but was just lightly humorous and teasing.
"I'll stay here with you, Slowpoke."
Her humility, even though she had just won and damaged my pride, just made my pride take another blow. I just decided to stay quiet and see if that would keep her quiet. And it did, she didn't say anything, but the vestiges of the childish grin remained plastered on her countenance.
Soon, Sinnoh's buildings came into view, even though we were still a great distance from them our extremely powerful vision amplified the scene to great detail, more than any High Definition T.V. or 20/20 vision. We could have counted the windows on the skyscrapers if we had wished to do so. We flew higher up and disappeared behind a cloud, not wishing to be seen, especially not by any fanatic collectors. The crisp air soon turned smoggy, making us rise up to get a breath of clean air. But as we neared Spear Pillar, the air generally became cleaner, as none would wish to anger the great spatial-temporal gods who inhabited the mountain's peak.
We passed over a small community that we didn't know the name of but, as in the big cities, there was chanting. But here, it wasn't obscured by noise. Even the wildlife was silent and the wind was dead. It was mystic and confusing, but not the words themselves, it was the way they spoke it and how it seemed to ring out with an esoteric quality that hung in your head long after the sound of the real words had faded from the area. Most likely some sort of worship prayer, especially for when the special star came out. We hovered and listened for a moment.
" . . .may the Original Three spare us from the shaded one, the tainted one, the blackened one. May they let us pass into the dimension of the Original One and live there for forever more . . ."
We continued on without a sound, as to not disturb their worship.
Spear Pillar became clearer and clearer as we rose up until we could make out the cryptic runes that formed Palkia and Dialga.
We both stood waiting for a bit until Lugia got impatient and cried/complained out to the sky where the Hall of Origin should appear. And so it did.
A haunting flute melody rung out, ringing out briefly, disappearing as quickly as it had come. It's echo fading from the mountain top, but not our minds, mingling with the remains of the chant and making me shiver. From the tile that had some sort of religiously symbolic polygon engraved on it, came a shower of gold and white particles that shot up diagonally into the air. They solidified into golden steps that seemed that they would go on forever, until they came to an abrupt stop and started to form a grand building that was large enough to fit even a Wailord with ease. The temple was made with a pristine and glittering crystal that was made in detailed panels. The entire building was symmetrical until the great golden doors were formed and a blue-tinted diamond formed on the right, surrounded by an odd crest of polished steel and a lustrous salmon-hued pearl that was encompassed by a pinwheel of lavender lay on the right. Lying at the center was the wheel that resided on Arceus's mid-section, raised from the rest of the golden surroundings, it glowed like the pearl and diamond, except not in a violet or azure, but in a blinding white luminescence.
And in every depiction of what we didn't want to happen, the doors swung open and a pissed and deranged looking Arceus lay behind. It was like one of those advent calendars, and when you open a door and find that it was one of those old-lady hard candies that get stuck in your teeth. Like toffee or something. Except that the toffee was going to punish us for our tardiness with it's God powers.
From beside me, Lugia drew back several feet from her and refused to look Arceus in the eye, but I warily peered up at her. It seemed as if she could have killed me with that gaze of hers. She looked positively insane, her fur was ruffled every which way and there might have been some sort of unsightly neon-pink substance smeared on her cheek. It took every bit of me not to back away slowly like they tell you to do in the case that you meet a rabid Ursaring. But I somehow held her gaze and said,
"Good evening, Arceus."
She started her seemingly purposeful slow descent down the steps without a sound besides the clinking of her golden hooves on the matching stairway. As she neared, Lugia became taut and barely breathed as if she feared to anger her more with even a slight movement.
She stopped stiff in front of us, and simply turned her head to face each of us. In a second every muscle in her body relaxed spontaneously and she let out a deep and stressed sigh.
"Thank Alpha and Omega for your arrival, I though I was going to go insane. Even I cannot tolerate this insanity. Why are you both late?"
My mind raced to formulate an excuse that would suffice for the God of life itself, but she derailed my train of though before it could even get going.
"Never mind that now, I am in need of your assistance. Even I cannot control the chaos that ensues inside that building now."
She motioned with a tip of her head for us to follow her and she started her return trip up the stairs. We launched off from the ground, being careful not to hit the broken pillars on our way up. I peered over at Lugia who seemed glad that she had not been strung out between the fractured pillars and de-limbed violently by a temporarily deranged God. I grinned to myself as we landed just behind Arceus at the top of the staircase before following her in. The entrance hall was relatively quiet, only tiny vestiges of the insane sound seeped into the room. Some pinkish-red liquid seeped out from in under the door similar to the stuff that stained the fur on Arceus's muzzle. I held my breath before releasing it in a deep sigh, we had to go in there? Where 44 legendary Pokémon gods were in a hyper, drunk and crazy state? I flinched while Arceus took several deep breaths and Lugia backed away from the door with wide, glassy eyes and a look that could have come from an insane person with a straight jacket.
Just before Arceus could open the door a shattering crash sounded out a several 'whoot!'s sounded out from behind the only thing that separated us from rampaging gods with no self-control or inhibitions and who were most likely drunk and hyper simultaneously.
Arceus peered over at both of us with pity and an 'I'm sorry' look in her eyes before coating the golden door with her white and gold-flecked psychic aura and flinging it open. The second it was fully open, it reminded me of a fissure straight into a sugar- hyper Distortion World. Groudon, who had apparently been leaning on the door, fell unceremoniously to the floor with an exaggerated cry. Several tin cans of Monster Energy flew out and were dodged by the three of us and they crashed the floor behind us with a clang. An antique Tiffany lamp studded with diamonds and pearls flew out from Deoxys's hand. Arceus caught it with a frightened look pasted on her countenance, and she then opened a portal to her dimension and laid it gently inside. She smeared a stern emotion on her visage and holding her head high, she marched into the room. I was between the Devil and deep ocean now, between getting mutilated by Gods or getting punished by the most powerful thing in this dimension for disobedience. I stepped into the torture chamber with a reluctance painted onto every part of me and Lugia snuck in behind, using my slightly wider form as a shield for projectiles as she ducked.
From here, I could see the steel types huddling in the corner that was farthest from the epicenter of the destruction, Cobalion, Heatran, Uxie and and Jirachi curling up in under Dialga's giant steel tail fan with Genesect periodically peeping out from behind his foreleg, firing Techno Blasts at random Pokémon and switching drives for super effective hits. Then Dialga would occasionally throw up a Protect screen to deflect flying debris. Kyogre had made a mini-whirlpool and had caught a laughing Manaphy and a both giggling and crying Shaymin in its swirling cone. Palkia had taken her new favorite game and made it real, I think it was called Portal. There was one orange dimensional rift on the ceiling and another blue one on the floor. Reshiram had his muzzle over the blue one and Zekrom was pouring a keg of beer near his white head and he drank it as it fell from the orange rift.
The two draconian females got a mischievous look on their countenances and then Palkia looked at Zekrom with a questioning look in her eyes and Zekrom nodded for some form of sly confirmation. Reshiram was busy chugging beer with a chorus of "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" echoing out around him. Palkia then snuck behind him and gave him a vicious kick that reminded me of something that you would do to a football, and he fell into the portal with the most girlish scream that I had ever heard from any male. Zekrom pulled back the keg of beer but a stream of it's brown liquid still flew through the portals in an infinite loop along with a feathered, white blur that was a screeching Reshiram. Those who weren't laughing at Reshiram or caught in a Kyogre-made whirlpool were playing spin the bottle over in the center of the floor. Rayquaza was using the largest wine bottle I had ever seen and the crowd that formed the circle included the Lati twins, the beast trio, the winged mirages, Mesprit, Azelf, the musketeer trio, the two mews , all of the Regis, the Kami trio and several others that I couldn't tell who they were because they were spinning around in a drunken stupor. Kyurem was already passed out on Rayquaza's coiled tail and occasionally he would reach his hand down as if to see if she was still there.
"ALL OF YOU, STOP THIS INSTANT!"
Arceus's voice rang out to all of them and they all turned their heads to peer at her with a confused look on their countenances, then, Rayquaza started laughing raspily and the rest of them followed toute suite. They picked up whatever was in range of their grasp and launched it at us with surprising accuracy for a group of drunken fools as quintet of steel types and the psychic type in the corner pushed themselves into the crevice further, like a Pachirisu being cornered by a man with a rifle. I heard a grunt from behind me as Lugia covered them in her navy psychic aura and transported them over next to us. Jirachi collapsed from his hover and fell face first onto the floor while the legs of Cobalion, Heatran and Dialga collapsed right out from under them and the four of them landed with a thud. Genesect managed to catch an unconscious Uxie before she hit the ground. A rain of random objects still fell around us and was deflected by Lugia's Reflect, creating a ring of trash where the shimmering barrier hit the ground. Arceus walked over to check on her first-born son while they reoriented themselves. I waited for the hail of objects to cease, or at least slow enough so that I wouldn't be knocked out in seconds flat from severe head trauma. Soon enough they ran out of objects and their psychic powers were unusable in their drunken state, so they flopped to the ground, giggling like a group of five-year-old girls. Reshiram was still in his infinite loop, most likely unconscious and surrounded by two snickering draconian females who would probably kick him back in if he were to escape. Just to grind salt into the wounds they both caused, the spacial dragon and the Yang dragon picked up the now empty keg of beer and tossed it there with him. I winced as every several seconds you could hear a dull thud.
From behind me I heard Dialga grunt as he righted himself from the crystalline floor, now standing over all of us except Lugia by at least a couple of feet. I never really talked to the Temporal dragon god, nor did I ever notice how intimidating he was up at a closer range. His ruby eyes drove into my own as he stared at me, then Lugia, before returning to me. They looked positively frightening with the glinting translucent scarlet rubies that contained enough knowledge to put even me to shame. Me! Of all the Pokémon! I was one of the seniors of the Legendary Council! Besides that, his body was sturdily built with razor sharp steel plates covering his claws, chest, muzzle, and back. He weighed at least a thousand pounds, his feet thundering when they came into contact with the shining floor. The scales that coated his form here a deep navy that glinted like the night-time scene of stars reflecting on the rippling ocean, the scales seemed to be sectioned by embedded streams of baby blue-tinted diamond that shone, but not to the extent of the one that lay in the tempered steel plate. That particular one shone with it's own aura, differentiating itself from the one of pure power that encompassed him.
He growled lightly, almost to himself, then stomped one grand foot on the crystal tiles, causing the floor to shake a bit before speaking psychically to me.
"I will freeze the Beat of Time around them, then we will knock them all unconscious, how does this sound?"
I nodded rapidly, eager to end the demented madness that ensued around us, only separated by an infinitely thin barrier that, now that I had taken a closer look, was starting to flicker.
"And you better hurry, I can't hold this Reflect for much longer."
He nodded curtly at Lugia, then turned towards Arceus to confirm his plan with her while Jirachi and Cobalion cowered underneath Lugia's wing.
I watched with dinner-platter eyes as he raised his steel-protected head and the energy around him began to gather into a swirling mass in his open maw. The diamond in his chest plate began to expand it's aura and the color became deeper, from a baby blue then azure finally a translucent royal blue that shimmered like the searing heat of the summer and radiated outwards in waves. A roar emanated from his gaping mouth in rings of ocean blue, the first one slowing, then the next few freezing the drunken legends in time.
I snickered to myself as Deoxys was frozen at the apex of a ballerina-like mid-air jump and Reshiram was hanging suspended, tongue hanging out and eyes rolled back into his head.
With an exhausted grunt Lugia let down the Reflect and we peered out to assess the damage.
By whatever unconscious divine intervention, probably Arceus or Dialga since Palkia was drunk and frozen in time, nothing substantial or of any worth was broken, it was just a big mess of shattered glass from beer bottles, random crushed cans of soft drink and wrappers from chips and chocolate bars. The jury seats for the legendary council were relatively unharmed, they just had several unconscious inhabitants. We had found a relatively large stash of chocolate, candy, Monster Energy and beer kegs in the corner opposite where Dialga's troupe had been bunkered for the majority of the rave party and had emptied it into a storage closet, never to be found again. Arceus's pedestal hadn't been damaged either, and the goddess walked up to it and opened up the portal to her dimension before placing the Tiffany lamp back on the corner of the golden stand then collected and reorganized the papers and attendance log that had been scattered about the room. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Dialga hitting the Pokémon over the side of the head with his massive, steel-covered foot then letting time around them flow again and they tumbled to the floor unconscious. When he came to his space-controlling sister, a wicked smirk tipped the ends of his muzzle up and he viciously beat her over the side of the head several times before letting time flow around her again. He received a nasty glare from Arceus before he carried on with his work with a cheerful grin pasted on his face.
Lugia had formed a mini hurricane to sweep up the trash that was littered everywhere then laid it down in front of me to burn. I lit the pile of garbage with a Sacred Fire and watched as it was reduced to a mere tiny pile of ashes in seconds. Just another example of my ample horizon of perfected skills.
Arceus huffed somewhere to my left,
"Get several pallets of Tylenol, Advil and Ibuprofen and a pool full of fresh water please Lugia. We are going to have to have a lot of hangovers to deal with tomorrow."
Several tiring hours later, we finished cleaning the meeting hall and nothing was left from the previous disaster besides thirty-nine unconscious gods and demigods who were scattered about on the jury seats and floor. Dialga had since released his hold over the Beat of Time and it now flowed freely everywhere in the Hall. The pallets of medication that Lugia had transported in from the High Goddesses infinite stash of medical items lay near Arceus's pedestal and several kiddie pools of cool, clean water from Lake Acuity were down near the door waiting to be ingested by hung-over gods. Lugia slid unceremoniously to the now shining floor with an exhausted grunt, I glared at her but she outright ignored me. I stormed over to her despite my fatigue and for the first time in my immortal life, glowered down at the slouching moon goddess.
"Stand up straight!", I squawked impatiently at her, "I can't have my counterpart being a lackadaisical bag of bones! It ruins my untainted reputation!"
I heard her mutter under her breath,
"Your 'perfect' reputation is already ruined by your massive ego and unadulterated self-absorption."
My eyes flashed open and she snickered and righted herself from the floor.
"That's right, even though you insult me you still must listen to my higher authority - "
She simply moved up into the council seats and slammed down onto her rightful spot, the smirk still clear as day on her beaming, teasing face.
I huffed and pivoted to see what the rest of the conscious council was doing. Cobalion was asleep on the floor with Jirachi on his back, his fur still in monumental disarray. Arceus and Dialga were chatting quietly up near Arceus's pedestal about nothing in particular besides the irresponsibility of the council. Genesect was hunkered next to Heatran talking about something unimportant compared to any of my affairs. I sighed, it was just as well to sit down and wait.
My tail feathers had almost grazed the floor, when I realized, I couldn't sit on a floor! No matter how clean or recently cleaned it was. I straightened up and made my way towards my jury seat. Lugia was almost touching it's edge, but not quite, that meant not quite a good enough reason to smack the torpid goddess upside the head. I sat down in my seat, making sure that I was in a position in which I would not ruffle or squat my tail feathers into anything resembling the state of Cobalion's fur, and I fell asleep with a deep sigh.
Quite a while later I awoke to a pained groan and several light thuds; the unconscious gods were awakening.
I felt a light pressure on my shoulder and the overwhelming salty scent of the sea struck me. Peering cautiously down, I saw that Lugia had laid her feathered head on my shoulder. Her breathing was light and indistinct against the roaring jumble of fatigued gods, but it ghosted over my shoulder and made my crimson feathers stand on end. A faint smile painted itself onto my countenance but it was quickly vanquished by a frown.
I fluttered my feathers and pulled away, letting her sapphire crested head hit the oak seat with a dull thud. I flitted down to the floor with a huff and my head held skyward. I hoped that no one had seen that. She snored lightly, how was she still asleep?! She was a heavier sleeper than Groudon!
The ground and rock types came to first. Groudon sat up and rubbed his head with his gigantic, meaty claw, making irritating grating noises from the friction between his crimson scales and his sharp claws. He swore colorfully before righting himself. Then Terrakion rose from her place on the crystal floor, shaking her horned head while she stomped her thick front legs with a resounding thud. Soon enough, the entire council - except for the water types - were up, about, swearing, groaning and complaining about everything that existed. Groudon tottered over to me and slurred in my ear,
"What is that?", pointing at the tablets of medication.
"Tylenol, Advil, and Ibuprofen to relieve headaches."
Without further hesitation, he stumbled over to it and tried to pry off the tightly wrapped saran wrap from the boxes with clumsy slashing motions. I gave an impatient huff I stepped over and pried away the static plastic with my beak and plucked a bottle of extra strength Tylenol out for him. He snatched it with a grunt, ripped off the plastic cap and downed the entire thing. I then pointed my wing over to the nearest pool of water when he began to choke, he then chugged several mouthfuls of the liquid before settling himself on the floor next to it for convenience. Several others started towards me and I ended up handing out the medication out like candy on Halloween night.
At this point I doubted that the water types were going to wake up at all. They'd been laying there, senseless, for who knows how long. With a sigh I walked over to Lugia who was still dozing soundly with her head on my jury seat. I huffed and swatted it away like a dead Ninjask with my wing. She awoke with a start then looked around in an almost comical fashion. Her dagger-shooting eyes came to a stop on me, attempting to sear a hole through my head, I ignored her and sat down, but it just became too much after a bit and I returned the gaze in kind.
"What in the Distortion World did you do that for?!"
Her voice was still husky from sleep and it cracked several times, heightening to a pitch that made my ears pang. I barely managed to hold a straight face.
I made a huffing sound and turned away from her, peering out over the now diminutive stashes of headache pills, half empty pools of water and the groaning gods. I noticed a stir of mauve and lavender farther out in my field of vision, then, several seconds later, a stir of royal blue, white and crimson.
I heard the spacial goddess groan and watched as she gripped her head with both hand-like claws. Kyogre squeezed her golden eyes shut as tightly as she could in a vain attempt at screening out the blinding light that poured from every possible crevice in the entire hall, eventually she gave up with a sigh, realizing that it was futile, then plopped straight from her hover down onto the crystalline floor to sleep. I snickered heartily as that little newbie shrimp, Manaphy, tottered around after his first Legendary party and probably his first time getting drunk.
I could practically guarantee that he wouldn't be drinking for quite some time after this jolting experience.
I removed myself from Lugia's irritating presence, stepping down from the jury seats and wondering why Arceus couldn't have given me a sensible and reasonable counterpart.
The remaining stores of pills depleted quite swiftly with the remains of the council up and about the Hall which was now teeming with noise. It was basically a cacophony of groans, complaints, swear words that would make Giratina and Darkrai blush, and thuds of people giving up and falling asleep straight on the floor. Dirty scoundrels.
After a bit I realized that Lugia was still giving me a dirty look every so often out of the corner of her eye. I couldn't ignore it, then went down to talk to Arceus and Dialga who were overseeing the hung-over legends to make sure they didn't do anything stupid. She wouldn't dare do something ignorant like that while two-thirds of the Original Trio was watching.( It's not like Palkia would have cared - drunk or not - anyway)
The burning, prickling, pins-and-needles sensation that raised the feathers on the back of my neck faded as she placed her attention another poor individual or thing.
" . . . I think that this would be the perfect punishment for Palkia when she does something idiotic."
"No."
"We could inject alcohol directly into her veins since she's a water type."
"No."
"But -"
"No! Dialga, how many times do I have to say 'Nothing with pain, discomfort or bodily harm'!"
"It's the only way she will learn."
*sigh* "No."
"You are playing favorites again."
" I have no favorites."
"Of course you do! It's blatantly obvious! So, how about it, a hangover as punishment for her childish behavior. "
"No."
"I say that a warning will just make it worse, like I say, old-time things are better than new."
"NO."
"It doesn't even have to be a hung-over stupor, it could be a lashing! Like I said about old things-"
"Why did I make you a steel and dragon type! Such a stubborn, unreasonable . . . "
Arceus stepped into her previously locked chamber behind her pedestal, then slammed the golden doors in her wake, most likely continuing with her incessant muttering. I peered over at the temporal dragon who didn't even seem a bit crestfallen at his results. I gave him a questioning look before turning away to oversee the legends.
Most of them simply sat there in their pokemon forms, although some, such as Kyogre, Palkia and the spirit trio had transformed into humans.
I watched as the spacial goddess righted herself from the floor and stumbled over towards her door to the right of Arceus's chamber. I watched her failing attempt at getting peace and quiet bite the dust as she was just about there and her brother stuck out his tail and she fell face first on the floor.
So that robot-esque steel type had a personality after all. I had now amassed enough evidence to prove it.
He walked away with a subdued grin on his draconic face, transformed into his human form, then opened the door to his room and stepped inside just as she righted herself from her comical face plant.
"Da fuck jus happened . . ."
She managed to slur out a butchered version of the English language before retreating to her room. I guessed that I was now in control of the crowd of hung over Pokémon. A position that I didn't want to be in at all.
They would always listen to one of the Original Three if they said anything, but me? No matter how perfect I was, they just laughed. Even if some of them were taller than both Arceus and Palkia ( only Rayquaza was taller than Dialga) they would never dare ignore a direct order from them. Not only were at least fifty percent of them taller than me, several of them, grudgingly admitted, were stronger than me too.
I was lucky that they were all still too incapacitated to do anything that would require my intervention. (although Mew and Raikou could almost definitely find a way to something stupid)
I tipped my head back to the ceiling and looked out into the spacial window. The sun was almost perfectly centered over a background of mingling violet and royal blue. It was almost midday! I guessed that we would have the meeting tomorrow, they usually took at least several hours and the longest one that I remember was one that lasted almost a whole day because of arguing between Groudon and Kyogre and Palkia and Dialga. Arceus and Rayquaza finally managed to subdue the four of them with bodily harm. Nobody was pleased that time and the next meeting had a record low attendance. Deciding that I didn't want to stand there watching a bunch of bumbling buffoons, I flew over to my jury seat and flicked the sleeping Lugia in the side of her head.
She scowled but just as she was opening her beak-like mouth to say a stupid retort to my unexpected actions when I stated,
"Now, I have better things to do than look after this sorry bunch of hung over hooligans. Since you have nothing better to do with your time, than why don't you look after them! That's a great idea, don't you think?"
I flashed her a cheesy grin before I flew off, as fast as I possibly could, to the dorm-esque rooms where we all slept. I hoped that her fatigue would prevent her from reaching her top speed, or, hopefully, not let her get up at all. Disgusting, lazy thing.
I turned to the right at Arceus's pedestal, and stopped at a grandiose, almost pompous, oak door that was embedded with gold around the engravings. I transformed into my human form and stepped through it. It led into a hallway that I hadn't seen for quite some time, it seemed to have gotten longer from when I had last seen it. More spacial compression from the pink and purple dinosaur who was too childish for her own good. There were more doors for the Unova legends at the far end where it turned to meet the balcony of the dimensional lookout. Each door was oak, but was studded or accented with something that represented the inhabitants' powers or interests. The first door was Uxie's, then Mesprit's, then Azelf's and from there, they progressed by region that the particular legend had reigned from. The Kanto legends started with Mew, then her clone and the separate rooms for each member of the mirage trio. Then Lugia's oak door that was accented with spirals of silver and tiny faceted crystals of every shade of blue. Across from it lay my door, accented with intricate runes of gold and tiny, eloquent spectrums of precious jewels. I opened it and peered around at my surroundings.
The room was done in an old-fashioned way at my request. The woodwork was intricate and the walls were done with wainscoting, gold wall paper with bronze vine patterns and a mission oak stain on the boards as well as the floor. A detailed egg-and-dart molding bordered the cream ceiling and crown molding ran along the floor. There was a depression on the ceiling where a bronze candle chandelier hung, the candles all lit. A canopy bed with a plush crimson comforter lay in the corner furthest from the door accompanied by a bedside table that had a lace doily and a bronze oil lamp. An oak Davenport desk lay in the corner the furthest from the bed and a neat stack of yellowed papers from who-knows-when and a Altaria feather quill and a closed ink pot adorned it's surface.
I shut the door and threw myself down onto the plush bed, letting myself sink into the mattress. From the corner of my eye, I peered at the maple grandfather clock that sat, counting away the seconds. It was synchronized with the main clock which lay in Dialga's room and I wondered when he had set the alarm for the next morning. Probably around six or seven o'clock in the morning just in case he and his counterpart got into another ceaseless feud.
I peeled off my uchikake and lay it on the edge of my bed along with my kimono, geta, tabi, obi and headdress. I threw up the covers and buried myself under the silk-like cotton blankets before dozing off and hoping the alarm wouldn't ever sound.
Definitions :
~ Uchikake : A type of Japanese attire similar to a kimono, but worn over a regular kimono as a cloak. One does not tie an obi around an Uchikake and it is extremely formal and is made of hand-died silk with sleeves that almost or do drag on the floor.
~Geta : The stilt-like traditional shoes of the Japanese, they are made with wood and have straps like a pair of flip-flops. They are worn with a pair of tabi. They wear these so that the bottoms of their kimonos do not get filthy from touching the ground.
~Obi : The belt worn over the kimono, but not the Uchikake. It is tied in a bow at the back.
~ Tabi : A pair of socks that are almost like a normal socks except for the fact that they have a special place for the big toe so that you can wear a pair of Geta with them.
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EDITS : Saturday, April 13th, 2013 : Some decently major editing done. Changing bits around, fixing misspelled words, grammar, added Genesect and changed where Heatran was, flow, etc.
