A/N: Heya! I'm back, with the sequel to 'The Story of Legends'. If you haven't read that first, I suggest you do, cos this story carries on from where it left off. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I am getting back in tune with Amez, Dylan and Widdershin!

Rose

Feelings Only Go So Deep

Chapter 1- Love is Bad?

Widdershin sighed heavily from his perch on Amez's windowsill. He touched the glass, staring at the figure of a girl below him on the other side. It had been 3 years since the events concerning Cyrus had taken place, and in those 3 years Widdershin watched as his best friend slowly matured from a just-turned adolescent to a beautiful young woman of nearly 16. It was her birthday next week, which she would then 'become of age', meaning she would then be classified as an adult. He himself hadn't changed much, Pokemon didn't age the same way as humans. He was still the same small, orange fire monkey.

Widdershin watched her as she sat on the bench outside their house, throwing bread crumbs to the Finneon that lived in the small pond in their garden. Personality wise, she hadn't changed much at all. She still loved to read, although not really on the Legendary Pokemon as she had before, considering she was friends with them all. Now she was more interested in the well-being of Pokemon in general, she wanted to study to become a Scientist or Professor, someone who helps Pokemon. She had grown a couple of feet, and had gained a few curves, yet still maintained that natural slender physique she had had as a girl. Her skin was still pale, the colour of the first snowflake that falls during winter; beautiful and unique. Her face had lost it's baby chubbiness, and her cheekbones had become much more pronounced. Her lips, which used to be a soft pink, had also fazed to a soft red over the years. Her hair, much to dark to just be considered plain brown but not dark enough for black, had also grown out so it now fell just above her waist. However it had been cut into layers, that framed her face like a border frames a picture, bringing out it's features. She still had the same side fringe that habitatually fell into her eyes.

Her eyes. Whenever Widdershin looked into them, he couldn't tear himself away. Those striking green eyes that seemed to hold the mysteries of kept secrets. He had thought she was amazingly pretty before, but now she was absolutely stunning. And he wasn't the only one who thought so either. He fumed as he noticed a dark figure wearing a hood approach the girl, and sit down next to her. He knew who that person was even before he took the hood off: Dylan, a.k.a Giratina, the Legendary Pokemon, The Deity of Death. Or just the Controller of Chaos now. Arceus, the God of Pokemon, had restored his old duties back to him after he helped save the world from Cyrus, and a little convincing from Amez on his behalf.

No-one else knew that Giratina masqueraded as a human except Amez, her mother Johanna, Professor Rowan and himself. A couple of Amez's old childhood bullies, Cole and Elsa, had witnessed Dylan sprout his black Giratina wings and carry an unconscious Amez off into the sky, but thanks to the Lake Trio, Uxie, Azelf and Mesprit, those dangerous memories were soon erased from their minds, in order to protect Dylan's secret.

Dylan's appearance had changed, to make sure his human façade was still believable. His strange black hair with the odd blonde highlights remained pretty much the same, as did his white skin, pasty and sallow compared to Amez's fair skin. However he also shot up in height, so now he was about half a head taller than Amez. His face had also lost the look of a 13 year old boy and had slimmed down, whereas his muscles had become much more well-defined. However, his eyes never changed, they still stayed the same blood red, the complete opposite to Amez's soft green.

Widdershin growled furiously as that monster lent over and placed his arm over Amez's shoulders, expecting her to cuddle up to him. He let out a sigh of relief as she stayed sitting as she was, she didn't snuggle up to him, but she didn't take his arm off either. A look of annoyance flashed over Dylan's face, but he made sure Amez didn't see. Those red pools of blood darted up to the window as Widdershin ducked out of sight, but it was too late, he knew Dylan had seen him.

He sighed again as he jumped easily from the windowsill and lent against the wall, his heart hammering in his chest. So many emotions rushed through his heart and mind: anger, how dare that fiend touch his Amez? Worry, is Amez ok, what if he tries to do something more than just try and opt for hugs? Jealousy, that should be ME!

Wait, jealousy? Widdershin slapped his forehead and groaned, as his heart stopped hammering and slowed down to a gentle beat. He couldn't deny it anymore: he was in love with Amez.

He had sort of known he was since the first time he laid eyes on her when she was asleep by the side of Lake Verity, out in the cold and he had tried to warm her. But it was wrong! He was a Pokemon, and she was human. Pokemon were slaves to the human race, even though Amez would never consider him her slave. He was her friend, her shoulder, her partner in crime. He was there whenever she needed a shoulder to cry on, someone to laugh with, a companion to confined in. But there was one thing he wasn't, and that he desperately wanted to be: her lover.

Whenever any thoughts like that crossed his mind, a little voice would scream at him what he already knew so clearly. It would never work; it wasn't supposed to happen like this. But he loved her… love was what was supposed to make the world a better place, wasn't it? It's what stopped wars and fighting. Love couldn't be bad, could it?

However, he also knew that if he couldn't have Amez, Dylan couldn't either. Because even though Dylan appeared very human, he was far from it. Dylan could change his form, but he would always be Giratina. He was born a Pokemon, that could never be changed. Widdershin began to feel guilty. He and Dylan were secretly both fighting for Amez's affections, yet at the same time treating her like some trophy then a person.

He jumped up again, and this time peeped over the windowsill, and it took everything in his willpower to stop himself from exploding with rage! Even Azelf would be impressed he was able to handle himself. Dylan had somehow succeeded in getting Amez closer to him; her head lay on his shoulder, under his chin, and he had both arms around her. His hands were gently yet roughly stroking her arm. He couldn't see her face as she was turned away from his direction, so he couldn't see her reaction to his invasion of her personal space. However he could from her posture she wasn't comfortable being in that position and Dylan was trying to get her to relax. The look in his red eyes showed that of frustration hidden under a obvious display of affection, and that's when Widdershin realised.

It was the Summer holidays, which meant no school, for students, Trainers, everyone. He remembered from his time in Professor Rowan's lab that Summer was when the Pokemon Breeders often got together, as it was the Pokemon's mating season.

Mating Season! That sick wretch! Widdershin wondered why he hadn't noticed it before! Even though Giratina was in his human body, he would still have the same desires as all Pokemon would during this time of year. He was courting Amez, the first step in Pokemon mating. That sick bastard! Widdershin was definitely not one to curse, but there was honestly no other word to describe that monster! He had to do something, and fast, to protect Amez. If Giratina got angry at being turned down, he could be very dangerous!