"Space lives on your breath…"

…a phrase that never seemed to leave my mind.

Space…

I don't know… useless maybe? I was supposed to learn my powers when I was twelve, however, that was the day I went to school. The kids started to laugh at me, especially this one girl, who was a goddess, when they knew about my powers. They probably know more about space than I do, and if they are laughing at my supposed power, then it MUST be useless. Think about it, kids do not make fun of your powers unless they are deemed useless. All I know is that for starters, I apparently have the power to bend it to my will and two; it's a power that has the kids at school laughing at me.

Because of all of that, I told my family that I did not want to learn to control space and 'till this day, I have no concept of space whatsoever. They were upset at me, but I had to do what I had to do to protect my dignity. I wanted to be the girl who was normal, yet powerful. For a long time, they have been on me to learn my powers, but I kept telling them no. I'd wish that they would understand how much of an outcast these powers have truly made me.

Space is space. Useless air from the term, like the space in the corner of Dialga's dimension that he left for the clock tower he's been eying. Is that what I control? Open spaces between furniture? Whatever it is, I'm pretty sure it's a useless power, like most of my other powers. Maybe even more useless than my whirlpool; you know, the water power I'm still trying to perfect? It's a good move; however, getting it to aim at your opponent was the hard part.

I layed on Dialga's waterbed, with these thoughts and many others were flowing through my mind. What am I good for in life? This was a question I've always seemed to ask myself. When was I going to be good enough? I lied there, looking at the blue, diamond filled sky, just filling my head with these thoughts. Sometimes I wondered if I am even good enough for Dialga. I glanced over at the blue haired young man sleeping alongside me, with his arms around me. I wondered; how am I good enough for him? He's strong, good looking and controls time. He could get any girl he wants. But he chose me…

He chose me…

I eventually sat up on the waterbed, careful not to wake up Dialga, went over him and proceeded to get out of bed and on to the floor. Once I got to standing up, I tip toed around the countless clocks and toasters he had scattered around the floor, put on my dress that I had folded on top of the nightstand and went to my vanity area I had next to a floating mirror. Since I was living at Dialga's, I needed something of my own, and my vanity area was very important to me. Everything was still in place when I looked into the mirror. Same pink striped halter dress that I just slipped on and my long pink hair was still neat.

I sat down on the mini stool and began to put on my make-up, since I was going to school. I couldn't leave the dimension without it on. As I stared at myself through the mirror I asked myself what Dialga saw in me that was just so darn attractive? In my mind, attractive is having beautiful blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes that are irresistible. I have eyes that are so red; they can be compared to an apple and skin so light; that if I were to play in the snow, you'd have a hard time spotting me.

If there was actually something I liked about myself… well I am a nice person. There's also the fact that Dialga has made me felt things I've never felt before but the biggest thing I loved was my bracelet; the gold and blue bracelet that sat gently around my arm. Dialga had made it for me, but it's more than just a piece of jewelry; it's something that, to me, greatly improves my self-image. You see, the medium sized blue stones in front of the bracelet are called time stones. These time stones hold great temporal power, according to Dialga.

One of the three stones, the one on the left, that's the one that gave me the full usage of one of the strongest and greatest powers of all: Roar of Time. With its power, I felt invincible, however, as powerful as it is, it's very tricky to get it to hit accurately, more so than my whirlpool. So, every time I got better at this power, it felt like a huge accomplishment. Not only does it look like a pretty streak of blue when it's used, but it also has the power to distort time around the opponent or object it's trying to attack. It's really an awesome power and it's boosts my confidence in school battles and in regular battles.

The gem in the middle is the gem that allowed me to feel the bends and twists of time itself. It's a cool ability because I felt like I could assist Dialga in time related tasks. When I could feel that time was being bent, my brain would start to twitch. Same with Dia, except, he feels the pain more than I do. I can float in this stones aura and feel the stability of time for myself.

Last but not least, the gem on the right gave me the power to distort, rewind, fast forward and stop time. I was still working through the manual for this one; however I really look forward to using this power. It had everything Dialga can do, which made me feel like I was just as powerful as he was. Thing is, I begged Dialga for this feature on my bracelet. At first, he was reluctant to give it to me because, well, he possesses the same powers. But, he felt bad for me and decided to give me the gem and teach me the powers. He only wanted to see me happy, and darn it, when it gave it to me yesterday, I was happy.

As I looked more and more at the gems, I fell even more in love with the concept. I just loved my bracelet and it has given me a huge boost of confidence. Confidence… is was something that I lack. Without Dialga or my new found powers, I don't know what I would do with myself. Without Dialga, I wouldn't know if I was worth something. He gave me the light I needed, though I get made fun of, he was the only one who truly cared about me.

I was putting the finishing touches on my face, putting on my lip gloss, I could see him in the corner of the mirror, getting up from bed and putting his jeans on. All I could do was blush at the moment, while trying to finish my make-up. Then I saw him coming up behind me in the mirror, coming slowly behind me to put his arms around me. All I could do was stare at him through the mirror. His blue hair that was shaped into a bob cut, his gray metal face pieces on both sides of his head, and those dreamy red eyes. Those were the same color as mine; however, they suited him better than they suited me. He didn't have a shirt on however, this WAS his place…

"Good morning, beautiful," Dialga said in his normal soft spoken voice, a voice that made me melt.

"Good morning, Dialga," I said as he knelt down and give me a kiss on my neck.

I got up from my seat and faced him. Dialga also got up from the floor as well, and opened his arms as a motion for me to embrace him. I wrapped my arms around him and began to rest my head on his bare chest. In that moment, it felt like everything just disappeared, it was just Dialga and me, standing there and rocking back and forth. I was taking in his scent and pretty much everything. His strong arms made me feel safe and his heart was beating at a normal pace.

"Hey Palks, wanna sit at the table and eat?" he asked as he took his right hand and used it to stroke my hair. "I'm going to go GQ myself and I'll be there."

I looked up at him and gave him a kiss. We unwrapped our arms around each other as I went over to the small dining table we had not too far away from the refrigerator. It was a round table with four chairs, even though it was only Dialga and I who lived here. I pulled up a chair and I sat down as I waited for him to "GQ" himself. Even though, from what I am watching him do, it doesn't really pass for GQing. He puts on his usual blue shirt, whilst his almost tan skin was shining in the light. He then reached down for his metal chest plate, the one with the blue diamond in the middle, and proceeds to stick it on to himself. For a finishing touch, he shakes his hair and calls it a day.

"You call that GQing yourself?" I laughed.

"With my like, totally awesome charm and good looks, yes," Dialga smirked as he went toward the refrigerator.

"Hungry?"

I squinted my eyes while he was trying to scoop out four decent sized restaurant containers and a gallon of orange juice. He also got out a whole gallon of maple syrup and cake icing as well as well. That all points to one thing: waffles. Like every morning, we have waffles for breakfast. Actually, Dialga is the one who has waffles all the time, except he also has waffle fries but he puts maple syrup on those as well.

"Left over Sweet Apple Massacre?" I asked with a smile.

Dialga looked over his shoulder and winked. "Dammit, you're good!"

Oh, and the Sweet Apple Massacre, is the name of the waffle stack from the restaurant called I-HOW. Which, to say, that is Dialga's favorite restaurant, and his favorite waffle stack. It has fifteen apple flavored waffles stacked on top of each other and on each waffle, there is caramel apple sauce topped with powdered sugar. On the top, it has pieces of baked and fried apples, nuts, apple pie filling and apple butter. Yes, the name first perfectly. It's just so much apple, it's a massacre.

Last night, Dialga got so full from the stack, that he actually had to take home the rest of them, thus for leftovers. From what I knew, we have eight left from that platter, amongst the three boxes we had. Dialga brought the three boxes to the table, plus an extra one he puts in the microwave for a minute. He took the other boxes, a gallon of maple syrup and a carton of orange juice and proceeded to sit them down at the table.

"So… you're not going to even heat those up?" I asked while lowering one eyebrow.

"Nah, Palks we don't have the time. We got school, 'member?" Dialga said.

After the microwave beeped, he then went over and took out a fourth container. He then came back over to the table and slides it my way, while winking at me. I opened the box and I couldn't believe what I saw. It was my favorite entrée from I-HOW. My favorite was the cupcake favored waffles. They were three waffles, made from cake batter and they had mulit-colored icing on each one, plus sprinkles. They were really good, especially when they also heat up the icing. It was truly a cake paradise. I looked up at Dialga and gave him a big smile. He must have ordered it to go and wanted to surprise me. He then pulled up a chair next to me and ate his waffles.

As I opened the container in front of me and slowly ate its contents, I couldn't help but smile as I glanced over at Dialga drinking from the orange juice carton. For some reason, I thought it was cute when he does that. However, as I saw him glance over at me, I quickly turned my cornered gaze off of him and focused on eating my meal.

"Want some?" Dialga asked as he handed me the orange juice carton.

I nodded as I quickly grabbed the carton from him and sipped a little juice from it to mostly wet my pallet. After drinking the small about of liquid I wanted to drink and finished my food, I put down the carton and began to ask a question I'd wanted to ask since be brought up school earlier.

"Hey, Dia, about school…" I started as I quickly got his attention.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Well, since school doesn't start 'till eight o clock, maybe you can help me with my temporal powers?" I finally got to ask him.

Right then and there, Dialga raised an eyebrow at me as he had a serious expression on his face. "I have wanted to talk to you about that, Palkia. Please… pull your chair up closer to me," he requested.

Feeling anxious about what he had to say, I pulled my chair up closer to his to the point there we could lean on each other without feeling uncomfortable. Many thoughts were running through my mind. Maybe he was going to tell me that he had to go ever the manuals with me again, or he would tell me that I accidently made a tear in time. That or maybe he'd tell me that I'm not making any progress.

He then took my hand, and brought it up to his metal chest plate, while still holding it with both his hands.

"Now, Palkia, I don't mind you having these powers. But sometimes it can be like where… you know… I feel that you are talking something away from me…" he started to say.

"What?" I asked in complete panic.

"I feel like you are taking away a part of who I am. I mean, lending you my strength is one thing but you want my Roar of Time and all of my temporal powers. And while I love to see you happy, I'm not feeling happy myself. Those powers are what make me… Dialga, you know?" He said as he was squeezing my hand.

"What I'm saying, Palkia is that… I feel that… I shouldn't teach you anymore than what I taught you… and I won't."

As soon as I heard that, my eyes instantly started to well up. The thought of not being taught anymore temporal powers was making my heart sink. These powers gave me a boost of confidence, confidence I thought I'd never have. They have made me who I was. I had fun practicing with Dialga and also having practice battles with him. I loved to show off my skills at school, and show everyone who made fun of me that I am powerful.

"But… Dialga, you'll take away something that made me confident…" I said as I started to cry.

Dialga reached over to me and rubbed the back of his hand on my face, trying to wipe my tears away. "Palkia, you need to listen to me, alright?"

"Now, it's not like I'm going to take away your bracelet or the Adamant Orb which has my strength. I'm not going to take away from what you have learned. I'm saying that I won't teach you anymore. I mean, Palkia, these powers are what make me Dialga, the Pokemon that controls time. When I use them, I feel special, but when you use them… I don't feel special anymore. Get what I'm saying?"

I nodded my head, while still in utter shock. "Okay then, then what makes ME special, Dialga? Tell me that?" I almost yelled.

"Palkia, you ARE special. You can control space. You're the space to my time," Dialga explained as he tried to calm me down.

"IT'S A USELESS POWER!" I cried as I slammed my fists against the table.

Dialga actually gave me a surprised look after that. That was rarely something I would do when I got mad, but then again, I've gotten a warning at school before for hitting a girl that makes fun of me.

"Space is nothing, Dialga. It's nothing. I got made fun of in school when I told everyone that one. Remember? You were there, Dia. You were there!" I cried.

Then, all of a sudden, he stood up and crossed his arms. "Palkia, why do you even give a damn about what people think of you? If they don't like you, then screw 'em."

I sat there, with my tears flowing at an even faster rate, extending my arms out to him so that he could help me up from the chair. As soon as he grabbed and pulled on my hands, I was off my chair and proceeded to wrap my arms tightly around him.

"Palkia, I… I only wanted you to be happy. I think… you should learn about your special powers. I want to see what makes you, you Palkia. You got me?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug.

"Yes…" I said as I rested my head on his chest plate.

"Don't cry, Palkia. Everything's going to be alright," Dialga whispered into my ear. At least, I can spend some more time with Dialga before we head off for another boring day of school.