Category: Pokémon

Rating: M

Couples: Giratina/Rayquaza

Warnings: Major AU, Blood, Character Death

Chapter: 9

Copyright: © characters and places by Nintendo & Game Freak; © Plot and OC's by me

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They curled up on one of the many islands, resting the egg in front of them. Rayquaza leaned on Giratina's more massive body, alternating between looking at her and looking at the egg.

He reached out, gently letting his tongue caress her flesh between the golden armor. She shivered under the touch, her mask open lightly to let a sigh escape her lips.

He glanced at the egg again, his keen senses telling him it would still be at least an hour before it hatched. Plenty of time…

With one hand he held her crest, with the other he caressed the skin between her golden ribs. Her black wings wrapped around his body, red eyes holding his gaze.

Their bodies entwined, simply savoring the closeness of the other. Occasionally he would let his tongue dance over her skin, but they mostly rested together, tightly woven together as they waited for the hatching of the egg.

"Any idea for a name?" Giratina finally broke the silence, looking at him as he nibbled at her chest.

"No." He simply answered, finding far more pull in her near sinful taste then the thought of their child.

"Rayquaza." She squirmed, but he held her tightly in his coils. "Stop it for a moment."

He relented, refocusing his attention with a sigh. "I do not know. Something that reflects us both? Something that draws no parallels?" He looked at the egg, occasionally flashing with a white light now. "Let's see what gender it is first and how it looks." He suggested in the end, remembering only too well how Mewtwo was very different from Mew, both in looks and behavior.

She nodded, unwinding herself to get a closer look to the egg which had begun to glow completely now.

When the glow faded a dark-green snake rested curled up in the grass. Black membranes rested on her body and Giratina was surprised to notice she had a gold mask too, even though it was formed far differently than that of her mother: it were two spikes on each side, pointing backwards. Three golden bands surrounded the end of her tail, while the black membranes – wings, she now realized – came from a thicker one at about one third of the snake's length.

The little one yawned, looking around with drowsy eyes. She looked up at the massive basilisk looking at her, her red eyes widening as she saw herself mirrored in the smooth gold of Giratina's mask.

The two parts slowly slid open. "Hello, my daughter." Giratina softly spoke.

"Mama…?" The hatchling uncurled, reaching for the Renegade Pokémon.

Giratina leaned down, nudging the small Pokémon. "Yes, I am your mama."

Her head was like that of Raquaza, with long jaws that she now opened wide in a grin. "Mama!" Most hatchlings would have cowered from the Ruler of the Distortion World, but this young one recognized her as her mother almost immediately.

"How about Morothrea?" Rayquaza leaned forward, looking at the surprised snake with a strange softness in his eyes.

"Yes… Yes." Giratina agreed with him, that same softness being in her eyes also. "Morothrea, my little Morothrea."

Both of them were among the most violent of the Legendaries and Rayquaza had never even thought himself capable of the soft touch he bestowed upon that young Pokémon who studied the grass intently. She flicked her tail forward, hitting some of the blades. She meeped when they came right back, shooting to her mother for cover.

Giratina chuckled, rubbing her head with one of her wings. "Don't be scared. There is nothing in here you need to fear."

Morothrea looked up at them with wide eyes. She looked far more innocent then her heritage would make you assume.

"Your mother is right." Rayquaza uncoiled himself fully from Giratina, floating to lie in front of her, their daughter now nestled between their bodies. "You never need to feel fear in this world."

Then the young child beamed, smiling up at the two towering over her. She yawned and curled up against her mother. Hatching was tiring…