Well, sorry for the delay. Things happen, things happen x3 I don't have much to say, and I can't even say when the next chapter'll be up, because when I say it, something always comes up. So... I won't.
FIC!

"THESE IDIOTIC RECORDS!"

A roar loud enough to echo through the entire Guild sounded from the wreck room, causing all of its inhabitants to glance up at the angry dragon of death that was its source. Giratina, looking frustrated and murderous enough to make heads roll stamped one of her six legs, giving a grunt of disappointment. Uxie, who was holding up the book for the serpent to read, only rolled his golden eyes at her huffing; he had expected her reaction to be such.

"IS IT THAT HARD TO GET THE FACTS STRAIGHT?!" Giratina's voice dropped abruptly to a vengeful mutter. "All of these damned books call me male... curses..." A number of other legends who had been subjected to the same abuse only nodded their heads in sympathy. The wreck room contained only the legendaries- most in which were present, tired and hungry- and Nero, as the usual inhabitants had decided to eat elsewhere due to the dragon of death's dour mood.

"To be fair-" Nero's voice came up from the other side of the room, where he was safe from mauling. "It's not like you drop by and say 'hey' every once in a while for tea. It's not like we know you. That's probably why."

"In other words..." Mewtwo's voice was wry. "Your antisocial behavior is to blame."

While the prospect of removing his feline head from his shoulders crossed her mind, Giratina chose to remain calm, and merely gave a growl that made most humans faint. Despite the fact that the psychic legend had been created by said humans, he didn't seem phased. "Bah... I'm too busy taking care of the gates of the underworld to be bothered. What's your excuse, Mewtwo? The only time you come out of your cave is when you have to go to meetings and no time else."

Deoxys, who was fiddling with the leaves of one of the plants that sat next to the entrance of the wreck gave a telepathic chuckle, and if she had had a mouth she probably would have been grinning. "His excuse? He's probably sociophobic." The people who got it chuckled, while the ones who didn't only shot each other puzzled looks. The legendary of the stars and space shrugged her red-orange shoulders as she went to continue, "Anyways, Giratina... at least you're in the records. The closest thing they have of me is that squiggle."

"Well, yes." The dragon said, looking at said squiggle. "To be fair in that argument, you've only recently join our ranks..."

"Regretfully." Rayquaza snorted from his corner.

Giratina glared at the green serpent of the sky, who looked away. "... and it's not like we've had one of those universal situations that requires you to come before mortals... You weren't a legend when we had to fight amongst ourselves, that was thousands of years ago. You probably weren't even alive." It was difficult to imagine that Deoxys- who was as wise as Uxie in a less 'in-you-face-' way- was one of the youngest legends, along with Mewtwo- who's artificial creation had only been recent. Apparently age didn't have everything to do with intelligence- Mew was a prime example.

"And the only time you showed yourself was when you beat Rayquaza out of the sky." Mewtwo added on, sounding amused. "Which was quite amusing to watch."

Rayquaza reared up his head like a snake, giving a hiss through parted fangs. As he glowered at his kin, tail twitching beside him, the serpent of the sky looked like he was ready to start ripping off limbs any moment. His fearsome display was ruined, however, as Lugia walked past, pushing him over with one wing with such force that he knocked into the table, causing Manaphy- who had been rolling around a water bottle for entertainment- to squeal.

"What was that for?!" The emerald legend snarled, pulling himself back up, claw going to rub the spot where his four-horned head had slammed into the table. Spotting a silver blur coming his way, the dragon ducked as a spined, feathered tail snapped overhead, missing him by inches. "Stop trying to hit me!"

"Then stop..." The dragon of the sea ruffled her feathers, making her look twice her usual size. Her navy-green eyes narrowed into slits, causing the other legend to cower back ever so slightly. "... being a violent idiot!" As the two dragons exchanged growls, Ho-oh chuckled, moving his gaze away from the mirror he had been observing and to his counterpart.

"You know, if you weren't so busy beating up Rayquaza..." The phoenix started, gesturing to the other side of the room with one magnificent wing. "You might have noticed that Moltres put something on fire again and Zapdos is trying to kill him." The legendary of the sun shook his head and snickered again as the silver dragon cursed and sped towards the conflict, nearly knocking Rayquaza, Giratina and Deoxys over with her broad wings."Heh, she never could control her trio... Suicune, Raikou and Entei are decent compared to those crazy chickens."

Before Mesprit could comment, one of the doors opened and Haku walked in, coffee in one hand and newspaper in the other. "Is everyone back yet?" The Gallade asked, voice hurried and slightly out of breath. "I just ran into Darkrai and Cresselia, so I figured that was everyone."

The Being of Emotion shook her head, locks of fur shifting at the movement. "Nope. Azelf and Mew have yet to show up. Which is odd, considering they know that Groudon'll eat their portion of dinner if they don't hurry." Said legend of the earth was in the middle of an arm wrestling match with Palkia, who was loosing. Dialga and Kyogre were watching from the other side of the room, equal expressions of exasperation strewn on their faces.

"Well, I'm sure they're fine." The psychic type replied, as he made his way to the table and sat down. "Besides, I sent Rade after them." He paused, opened his newspaper and gave a sigh. "Here she is, now." Before the pink and pale blue sprite could ask how he knew, Deoxys jumped away from the doors as they exploded open, and the Roserade burst in, face even more murderous than Giratina and Rayquaza's had been.

"Take this." The grass type dumped an unconscious Mew and Azelf in Deoxys' arms, who's black eyes looked bewildered. "Where the hell is Wes? WES? WES GET YOUR SUGAR HIGH, FLUFFY-TAILED REAR DOWN HERE!" There came a long period of silence, before a cheery pink and white face appeared from the same door she had just come through. Unaware of the danger he was in, the normal type waved one paw, usual oblivious grin perched on his face.

"Yep? What's up, Rade?"

"YOU!" She started, snapping one red rose to point at the leader of the Guild. "Told me that the Gastrodon herds don't move back into the caves until late autumn!" Rade placed her opposite paw on her hip and glared, narrow-eyed, at him, and those that had known the Roserade for a long time knew this was the pose she took on when she was a breath away from launching Shadow Balls.

"Oh, well, yes. Why? Was there a problem?" He asked innocently, wide, light ocean green eyes blinking twice.

"A problem? A PROBLEM, you ask?" She growled through gritted teeth, shoulders shaking with barely suppressed rage. "Besides the fact that relatively high-leveled Pokemon in large numbers were in one of the areas meant for beginners? Besides the fact that someone could have really gotten hurt if they went there expecting Shellder and Corsola?" She flung her arms into the air like she was ready to preach the meaning to life, the universe and everything. "Besides the fact that I was nearly eaten three times like a freakin' Caesar salad?! NO, EVERYTHING WAS JUST SWELL!"

There came a long silence; then:

"That's... great then?"

The Team Raider scout gave a noise that sounded like a drowning, suffering animal, roses going to clasp the sides of her head. "No... not great... at all..." She muttered, falling to her knees like she was trying to pray to the heavens to help her fight against a world of idiocy. Her response was surprisingly passive, as she would normally cuff someone over the head for his stupid mix ups at the least; hours of running through caves and dodging hungry herbivores had drained her of any excessive violence. "... just... tell Hige to secure Beach Cave and see what's up... please..."

Wes, grinning happily as if he knew that he had escaped a dire situation pranced off, leaving Rade to stagger to her feet and stalk to the spot next to Haku, who looked her over for injuries with a quick glance before asking her exactly what had occurred. Deoxys had deposited both Mew and Azelf onto the table, and Latias had taken to poking the pink furred legendary of children with the curiosity of a scientist prodding a new specimen.

"Heheh, I can't wait 'til Mew wakes up." Raikou grinned goofily, "I can't believe he messed up already."

Suicune gave a deep sigh, laying her head on her crossed front paws. "And yet you manage to forget the fact that you nearly killed the person we were supposed to be protecting several times..." The thunder tiger rolled onto his purple clouded back and flopped his head to look at his crystal-headed lupine counterpart, immature grin still plastered on his face.

"But you can't deny the fact that we still got paid." The legendary of thunder said, voice smug. Entei lazily nodded in agreement. "Is he up yet?"

As if on cue, there came a startled gasp, followed by an explanation of "Oh dear Arceus!" before a certain pink feline darted to a hasty and uncertain hover. Latias drew back in surprise, while Shaymin chuckled at the legendary of children's terrified blue-green eyes.

"Calm down, dude." The hedgehog replied, rolling her emerald eyes. "Luckily for you, you're not about to be devoured by slugs any time soon." Seeming to finally realize this, the cat relaxed, shoulders slumping and paws going to his chest.

"Good... I never knew those Gastrodon could be so nasty..." Mew muttered, trembling slightly. His tail went to his paws, and he wrung it like a nervous person would with their hands. "I mean... I've never just been attacked for no reason before... it's not fun..." His ears snapped up in alarm and realization, and he started to look around wildly. "How about Azelf? She got slammed into a wall and wouldn't wake-"

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Meanwhile, the Being of Will had also come to again, and had pulled herself to a clumsy sitting position. "Ugh... my head feels like the day after Mardi Gras all over again... I haven't been drinking 'monster' all night again, have I-" Before she could finish her dreary sentence, she was tackled to the table by Mew, who had started wailing all over again.

"You're alive!" As she pushed him away from her, the cat sat back, looking upset. "You weren't responding so I thought you were dead but breathing- so I guess it would be comatose- so I kept poking you and then Rade kept telling me to stop and then she punched me-" The small legendary shot an accusing look to said Roserade, who only shrugged her shoulders indifferently. "-and then I ran into a wall when the Gastrodon attacked again and then I don't remember what happened." While most mortals- and even most of the legendaries- would have keeled over in a faint from talking so long without a breath, Mew seemed like he could have gone on for another hour or so.

"... right..." Azelf started, voice low and slow. "... and why was Rade there...?"

"She saved us." Mew responded, sounding happy- of course, Mew was almost always happy. "When it looked like we were gonna be slug chow she came and beat them up."

"Saved us... you say..." The Being of Will turned her narrowed gold eyes to meet a pair of maroon, irked. "Why?"

The grass type shrugged her shoulders indifferently, "Believe me, if my leader hadn't ordered it, I probably wouldn't have." Her voice was nonchalant, and she ignored the stern glance that said Gallade shot her way. "It's really not my problem if you get devoured by giant slugs. You're not exactly important anymore, are you?"

Azelf's hackles raised, and the small sprite rose to a tense hovered, paws clenched. "Not important, you say? How dare you!" The blue ex-legendary growled lowly, "If I had my powers, I would have stripped you of all mobility!" Leaning back in her seat, a smug looked flickered over Rade's masked face. One rose went up in the air to wave coolly, like she was dismissing an underling.

"But you don't, do you? Which is why..." Maroon eyes narrowed, "... you shouldn't act like you're still immortal, now should you? In a situation like that, why didn't you run?" In the background, Haku and Mew were shooting desperate glances at each other, obviously predicting doom. In fact, besides Manaphy- who was too busy trying to put a puzzle together with his flippers- and Giratina -who was reading her book with a vengeance- every one else in the room had taken to watching the argument for entertainment.

"Run?!" Azelf barked, causing half of the room to flinch. "What do you take me for? I don't run from anything! I have pride, unlike mortals like you with your puny lifespan!"

"Yet this puny mortal with a puny lifespan saved your hide, did she not?" Rade replied, smirking.

"I never asked you to!" The Being of Will snapped back, fangs flashing. "I'd rather be killed than saved by the likes of you! I'm ashamed to know that I granted will to idiotic cowards like you!" Mew gave a pitiful mew, cowering down to hide behind Shaymin, who's grin betrayed the fact that she was enjoying this immensely. She had always loved soap opera conflict.

"I'll remember that then." The Roserade retorted, and the sprite gave a snarl of frustration before turning her back to her. A tense silence even worst than usual settled over the room, causing everyone to shift uncomfortably- making what was usually a jolly, social place feel like a funeral.

"So..." Darkrai started, holding up a deck of cards in an attempt to soothe the awkward atmosphere. "Blackjack, anyone?"

Regigigas sighed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to make some sense out of the runes inscribed into the white marble. He had been doing so for about two hours, as the sense of impending doom kept him from getting back to sleep. It had to be an ominous feeling for a being like Regiggias- who enjoyed napping more than anything else, mainly for the fact that being a giant statue really knocked out all of the other daily pleasantries- to be kept up because of it, and the giant knew that any moment something was going to happen that would cause pain.

"Regigigas!"

There it went, shrill call and all. He could just imagine that the great Goddess was prancing back and forth with the irritating clacking of her golden hooves against the marble floor. Gah, it had been thousands of quiet years since he had been forced to take on the divine being's company, and he could say that he didn't miss the constant tapping on stone. Nor had he missed her violent nature.

"Yes you majesty." He replied snidely, making as much as a hurried pace as a giant statue could to the main room of the Hall. Despite the fact that it had been a while since he had had to walk down its tall, narrow passages- who on earth was an idiot enough to make them so slender considering the titan portion of the legendaries- he knew exactly where the white-furred legend would be. Habits were hard to break, after all.

No sooner had he stepped into the architectural phenomenon that was the Hall of Origin's center room than the long-legged, brilliant legendary of creation turn to him, brow furrowed (There's no Santa Claus?) and green eyes narrowed.

"Thousands of people died this morning."

Regigigas gave a scoff, obviously irked. "Well. That's great. No 'hello, Regigigas, did you sleep well'? No, 'good morning'? Let's just start with something to ruin the rest of my day, shall we?"

Arceus shrugged her shoulders, "Honestly, I could care less about social nothings. They're just a waste of time. I'd rather break your face with a Judgment than take part in idle chitchat."

There came a long pause.

"You don't get invited to a lot of parties, do you?"

The goddess shook off the question with a quick shifting of her black and white tail, before turning to the same pedestal of stone that she had used to warp her creations away from her. "Alright, since you're obviously not in the mood for pain, suffering and death, I'll talk to you about something else."

"How nice of you."

"Shut up or I'll kill you." She said, voice as sweet as artificial sweetener. Regigigas gave a low mew of 'yes ma'am' before shifting to attention again, and satisfied that his snide remarks were done, the goddess continued. "As I have told you, the rest of my creations have been, well... disabled for the time being, which is the only reason I'm dealing with you." The titan flickered his black eyes, once again sarcastically complementing Arceus on her phenomenally sociable kindness. "They're in Treasure Town-"

"Wait, wait, wait, Treasure Town?" Regigigas interrupted, obviously surprised. "That place is just doomed to be hit by any type of war! It's like a freaking magnet for conflict!"

She sighed deeply, showing weariness. Then, turning briskly, she tensed, took a single leap, and landed on the stage in which she usually stood when addressing all of her creations. Only now Regigigas was there- and he was barely paying attention. A pang of loneliness struck her, but the Being of Creation shook it off. She'd never admit it, but she was starting to miss Mew's cheeriness.

"I know... I know..." The white legendary muttered, "But I had no choice. Besides, without humans to train them, the Pokemon of that region have become extremely resourceful." There came silence as the female paused, before she plunged forward again, landing roughly on her hooves with a loud clap. The titan cringed. "They should be fine. Giratina is there, so..." She shook her head roughly, fur flying at the movement. "Bah... anyway... I know that Giratina is searching for a way to end the curse..."

She trailed off, and he knew instantly that there was a problem.

"There is a way, right?" He pressed.

"... I'm not sure." Arceus finally admitted, sounding ashamed. Her ears drew back, and she hung her head. "I honestly don't know. There's only one way that might work, and that..." She sighed, "That would be a long-shot. I doubt it could even work in this case, considering the maturity of my underlings..." She connected her front hoof to the ground sharply, giving a small cry of frustration. "For the love of Chaos and Cosmos, this is driving me insane. There is no way that only two legendaries can keep up with the duties of the world."

Regigigas flashed his black eyes as she started to pace, obviously annoyed. "Arceus-"

"We still need to fix the tides... or Mossdeep is going to be the next Atlantis... not to mention the fact that Snowpoint City is expecting its annual snowstorm..." If the Goddess had had arms, she would have attempted to strangle the air to show how frustrated she was. "Keeping the sun balanced is difficult enough, more lakes need to be purified, spring is just around the corner at one side of the world, there are a number of festivals coming up that we need to take part in. It'll probably be only a few weeks before some idiotic group of humans tries to take over the world... And don't get me started about how awful it is taking care of the dimensi-"

"Arceus! Shut up!" The titan finally managed to get in, waving his hands in the air to cease her rambling. "When was the last time you slept? You look like you're about to have a mental breakdown!" The white being stopped her pacing, turned her head to stare him down, and then replied:

"Already had one when I realized my coffee machine was still broken." She stated matter-of-factly, sounding like she just didn't care anymore. "So it would be the second time today if I did." If Regigigas' eyes had the ability to, one of his black optics would have twitched. Instead, he flashed a pattern of something akin to worry- if the Goddess completely lost her mind, who knew what would transpire- before folding his arms as best as he could.

"If you don't cool it, you're going to find yourself locked in a padded cell, I hope you know." He replied, sounding just as dour. "So shut up for a second, take a few deep breaths, and then tell me what I have to do today." An irritated look crossed her face for being told to shut up for the second time in less than a minute, before the Being of Creation closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then finally spoke again.

"I need you to take care of the tides for me..." Arceus murmured, sounding exhausted. "That's a job that Kyogre or Lugia and Cresselia usually take care of, so it'll take a lot of energy." The golden-hooved legendary flickered her ears in his direction, eyes locked on the ground. "If we're lucky, there may even be enough time for us to drop by and see how the others are doing. But that's unlikely." She took a moment to pause, "In that case, I'm not sure what I should tell them. There's honestly nothing I can do to help them and it frustrates me to no end."

"Worry about that later." Regigigas offered, "You'll only get stressed out if you think about the future."

"Says the one that sleeps all day, and sees only sleeping in his future." She muttered in reply, "But very well, you take care of the tides, and I'll make sure that the dimension stays firmly in place." The long-legged legendary of creation carefully made her way to the pedestal, "Honestly, I don't know what I'd do if I was alone." Regigigas flickered his eyes in surprise, not sure if he had heard correctly.

Of course, before he could ask, a golden paw slammed against the marble floor with a loud clack, causing him to cringe, once again. He honestly wished that the Hall of Origin had carpets. It wouldn't look as nice, but it would have helped with the irritating, blood pressure rising mess that was stone flooring. "Get to work! When you're done, we still need to figure out how to handle spring!" She barked, and the thought was lost.

"Got it, got it..."

So, yep. I'm... going to go and... write my report now -shifty eyes- SU out!