Chapter 1

Reshiram glanced apprehensively at his brother Zekrom. The god of Yin made eye contact, scowled, and then promptly looked away. Reshiram could practically hear him grinding his teeth.

Kyurem, who stood between them, was completely unaffected. Many questioned if the Boundary god even had a heart, Reshiram counted himself among that group. Despite this, Reshiram liked Kyurem a lot better than Zekrom right now. At least Kyurem didn't steal people's girlfriends like a slimy piece of trash. At least he-

"Uh, Reshiram, are you okay? You're making some scary faces."

Reshiram folded the sleeves of his trenchcoat and scowled at the ground. "I'm fine, Keldeo."

The boy ran his fingers through his long orange hair. "Liar."

"And?"

A smirk touched Keldeo's lips. "Since when were you such a -"

The boy was cut off mid-sentence by Reshiram cuffing him over the head. "Don't curse. Especially not in Origin Hall.

"Make me." Keldeo huffed.

Reshiram shook his head in frustration and let his gaze fall on the three Pokemon standing after Keldeo. Unlike their adoptive child, the trio were dressed in formal armor. This embarassed Reshiram slightly.

He, however, was dressed in his white trenchcoat, a bland t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of gold and white trainers.

Reshiram was part of the percentage dressed in "modern" clothing, whereas many of the other gods were wearing more formal armor or kimonos.

Arceus smiled upon differentiality, encouraging a "rainbow" of fashions and styles. Reshiram had a vague feeling his Lord was a rainbow.

"What's taking Arceus so long?" Someone grumbled across the hall. They were met by a silencing hiss. Reshiram glanced over and saw a bored looking Groudon being scowled at by an even more peeved Kyogre. Rayquaza, the only one of the three dressed formally, wedged himself between the titans to prevent a fight.

"What Groudon said. Where's Arceus-dono?" Said a new voice. It was Lugia, arms stretched above his silver hair and a permanent squint concealing dark blue eyes.

The previous silence disintegrated as more and more gods entered the conversation, and sooon the hall was like the chatroom of a popular anime sight.

Reshiram remained silent. The only people he could speak to were either already engaged, boring, or on his current enemy list. Thankfully, the doors of Origin Hall finally swung open and Arceus, dressed in gold and yellow kimono and clog sandals clomped in and clapped to get everyone's attention.

The Hall grew silent as Arceus made his way to the front.

As usual, the head god had a laid-back air to him. His platinum blonde hair looked like it hadn't been brushed, so it stuck up in weird places.

"Late as usual, Arceus-dono." Dialga greeted.

Arceus chuckled in embarrassment. "There was a...distraction."

Dialga tilted his head slightly.

"Gǎntàn wanted to speak to me."

This piqued Palkia's interest. "The Unown? Was Wèntí with him?" She inquired

Arceus nodded.

"About what?" Dialga asked. The Unown existed in a realm impregnable by other Pokemon and seemed to know more than even Arceus. They rarely revealed themselves, however, so much of their wisdom was locked away.

"Mnph, don't worry about it." Areus seemed reluctant to continue on the subject. "We need to start this meeting."

Arceus began to ask the Royal gods about the status of their respective regions. Since this didn't affect him, Reshiram began to daydream. Hi eyes drifted to Palkia.

Her armor ended with a skirt, so much of her legs were exposed, it was rather pleasant. Reshiram's thought drifted to a less appropriate place.

"Perv." Keldeo whispered, having followed Reshiram's line of sight.

He elbowed the young boy. "Mind your own business."

Keldeo smirked teasingly, receiving a shallow glare in return.

Reshiram averted his attention the the reports.

"-Finneon population is at it's highest since the humans reduced fishing in the East Sinnoh Sea." Kyogre finished.

Arceus nodded and began to say something, but was rudely cut-off as the Hall's doors creaked open.

All eyes flew to the entrance. A man dressed in a black cloak with a dragon skull covering his face stood there, gleaming eyes sweeping over the gods.

"Where is the Shinigami?" He asked in a whispery voice.

"And you are?" Arceus inquired. everyone else was silently asking the same question.

The man's eyes locked with Arceus's. "That is none of your concern. Now, once again, where is the Shinigami?"

There was a brief silence, and then Giratina stepped forward, his own darkly colorful cloak sweeping. "I assume you mean me?"

"Yes. I will ask you to come with me."

"And if I say no?"

The eyes darkened. "Then I will have no choice but to use force."

Garitina narrowed his eyes. "You are completely outnumbered, what makes you think you-"

The man casually intrupted Garitina with a flourish of his hand.

At that moment unearthly howls filled the hall.