Hey, there. SU speaking. Here's another chapter, and this one focuses on Spiritshipping, or GiratinaArceus. I'm adding it to my list, because I found that it was fun to work with. Well, here's the chapter, I hope you like it! R&R!

Fic!

Night was peaceful. For now there were no wars, no fear, no pain. Everyone was equal in their own part. For this was why Darkrai was as collected and cold as he was, for the night had to be like that to hide the secrets that it kept.

In the cabin to the west, Shaymin, Darkrai, Palkia, Manaphy, and Groudon, were all sleeping in their respectful places. Shaymin, curled up into a little ball like a roll of grass and a little pink flower, was sleeping in a basket, only his little pointed black nose visible from under the leafy covering.

Darkrai was leaning against a wall, his blue eyes closed and arms crossed like he was even pouting and being sadistic in his sleep. With every breath, the white mist-like thing on his head drifted and shifted like a fog-machine. He normally wouldn't be asleep, but it was just simpler to be.

Palkia was curled up on one of the beds, his arms clutched around a teddy bear, I couldn't believe that he still slept with that thing in his grasp. He was drooling, which didn't surprise me since he was part water type, and the pearl pieces on his shoulders glinted slightly in the light. He was mumbling verses from one of his silly speeches in his sleep, and his tail twitched.

Manaphy was snoozing peacefully, his flippers crossed, and antennae-like stems upon his head glowing slightly. As I watched, the prince of the sea rolled over and gave a sigh.

Groudon way slumped onto his stomach, a giant island of red and black on the wooden floor. His snoring was heavy like an earthquake, and the earth legendary mumbled something of his own in his dreamland.

Seeing that everything was relatively normal at this cabin, I went to the other, my paws silent against the grassy slopes. Around me the nightlife was chattering, and though it was concealed behind a film of gray clouds, an almost full moon was ready to bud. Tomorrow night... everything would come together.

I gave a soft sigh, until then I would have to make sure that nothing would go too horribly wrong. And it would, I knew that. Not even I, goddess of the gods, could keep everything perfect. And that was exactly what I needed.

"Contemplating on your power?"

The voice surprised me, but I didn't show it. Instead I gracefully turned my head to the death dragon, eyes green with calmness, "Hm. Greetings, Giratina."

Giratina's red eyes narrowed, "Arceus. Do you ever tire of acting high and mighty every day?"

I was slightly bewildered at his questions, and at his actions in general. We never got along, at all. In fact, sometimes I had to wonder what what I was thinking when I created him. It would have saved so much misery to have skipped 'bigger, colder version of Darkrai' "Yes. I do. But do I have a choice? My duty is a prison, one that I must keep clean."

He gave a scoff, "There go the copious amount of metaphors as always." he paused, "Perhaps..." his wings twitched and he gave me a thoughtful look, "Perhaps if you weren't so stern in the idea of being at a high, watching view over the rest of us, then you could possibly live your life a little."

I was amused, "A death legendary lecturing me on living. How ironic. What is next, Raikou teaching Suicune something relatively useful?"

This brought a small smirk onto his face, which was rare, "Ah, but you are wrong for that has already happened." at my confused look, he spoke again, "Raikou taught Suicune to live life without being so serious. That is something useful."

"Like what you are trying to teach me?"

"Perhaps."

I lifted one golden paw, my eyes now gold. I was probably going to regret this, but for some reason doing anything with the satanic dragon made me feel less like a stuffed pillow. "Where do we start?"

He looked confused, "What?"

I stretched like a cat, by black and white tail brushing against the back of my leg. Relaxed, I answered his one worded question. "Having fun. You said you'd teach me, now give the lesson."

A huge grin started to spread upon his gray scaled face, one that not even I knew he was capable of, "Very well."

"What are we doing here?" I asked softly, gazing around the area he had brought me to. It was a small field filled with straw scarecrows, but despite this, no budding plants grew beneath them.

"Because..." he drawled, "This is something that is always fun. Alright, Arceus, imagine that that scarecrow in front of you is a real idiotic jerk that just read you journal. Imagine that that is... say, Mew. What do you want to do?"

"Strangely, I want to give him a warning." I replied.

Giratina sighed heavily, "This is going to be hard..." he raised his voice, "Try something a little more intensive.."

"Er, a time out?"

"Something with a little more bodily harm..."

"Um, um, I know! A smack over the head!"

"Better, but a little more painful..."

I paused, my ebony brow furrowed in thought. This was a difficult problem. "..."

The dragon sighed, "Here, let me set up a scene. You've gotten back from keeping the world from falling under chaos for the third time that week, and you want to head home, flop down and have some of your favorite ice cream, green tea." he continued, "When you get into the temple, the place is a mess and your fridge is empty. Guess who took the ice cream?"

I was silent.

"Mew."

Something in me snapped. You could read my files, beat me, try and take my power and treat me like garbage, but you did not take my ice cream. "YOU LITTLE UNDERSIZED MISTAKE!" I roared, tackling the defenseless scarecrow and savagely biting its face with my long fangs. In the background I could hear Giratina cheering like a sadistic cheerleader, but I was too busy ripping out the fake being's insides and enjoying it to hear what exactly he was shouting.

"Try fire!"

Before I knew it, another scarecrow was on fire, and I pranced around it like an insane satanist, yelling random words about karma into the night atmosphere. I was acting ridiculous, yes, but I damn well deserved it. My entire existence I had spent being serious and all knowing, and it took a satirical six legged dragon to shock me out of my pure shell. To have fun.

I was having fun.

"TAKE THAT! YOU AREN'T SO CUTE NOW, ARE YOU?!"

When all of the scarecrows were burned, ripped, mauled and torn to shreds I collapsed onto my back, legs waving in the air. Giratina's gray and gold head came into view.

"Now take a deep breath, hold it."

I did so.
"And then let it out."

I did so again.

And felt a trillion times better. I actually felt relaxed, a feeling of freedom that made me felt like destroying something again. Maybe I could upgrade to a real pink cat...

"Quite therapeutic, eh?"

I nodded, rolling to my side and getting up, "I feel... lighter. Like a burden has been lifted."

"One has. It isn't good to have that many emotions held in, Arceus, silly girl."

I raised a brow at his words, "Oh?"

He nodded his small head, "Yes, even a first class primary like yourself cannot hold that weight without letting it out, Arceus. You'll explode, and that is bad." he paused, "Though it would be amusing to watch."

I smacked him lightly with one golden paw and laughed softly, "Nice to know you care."

He only twitched his black and red wings, his version of a shrug, "What? If you die then Mew will be the next in line, and that is something I would rather not see."

Neither would I.

"Now... would you like to see the next fun thing?"

I nodded.

"For some reason this is fun!"

I smacked the ball back to Giratina, who used his tail to rally it back. The ball was about the size of a large watermelon, bright green with a pink circle on the side. It went speeding towards me and I sent it back to him. He was slow to hit it, and it hit the ground. I cheered.

"Take that, you apathetic, slug-like macroinvertibrate!" I shouted at him. He looked puzzled before a sage like view took over his disposition.

"Trash-talking lesson one. It you are going to trash talk, use words that the foe is going to understand. In other words, what the hell did that mean?"

"I just called you a slimy, slow insect creature, Giratina. Perhaps I should get you a thesaurus for your birthday. Though, can you read?"

"Now that was a good one! Serve!"

I hit the ball towards him again, and once again too slow, it zoomed right past him and went straight into the cabin behind us. I gave a sigh, "Out. I'll get it."

"Right."

Slipping into the cabin, I saw that everyone was thankfully still asleep. Looking about the room, I spotted the ball, which had fallen perfectly in a basket. Eager to get back to the repetitive game, I grabbed it with a bit of psychic energy and dashed out of the room.

"Here! Your serve!"

He slammed the ball with his tail and I slammed it back. In the heat of the game, I didn't realize that the 'ball' was squealing like a pig and neither did Giratina. In fact, the same game lasted about seven minutes of counters and dashes that left both sides of the battle awed.

"Damn it, drop the ball already!" I cried, hitting the ball to his side.

"Not until you do!" he said, hitting it back. I saw the perfect opening where I could hit it... I could win... I could win... I could win...

I was so busy chanting this mantra as the ball approached that I didn't even noticed when the others in the cabin had started to awaken. And I only noticed when Manaphy gave a scream, and when they rushed outside. At that point my head jerked towards the noise and jerked back to the ball too late.

Noooo...!

The ball hit the ground.

"Dammit!"

"Looks like I win, Arceus."

I turned to Manaphy, who was holding something behind his back. Groudon was looking apprehensive, Palkia just looked tired and Darkrai amused. At my glare, the prince of the sea spoke.

"Shaymin... Shaymin has turned into a..." he pulled out the object, it was a green sphere with a pink circle on one side, "... BALL!"

"Ball...?" Giratina asked quietly, "Arceus you don't think that maybe you..."

"...My kidneys..." a small voice said behind us. We all turned, and there, looking extremely ragged and dirty, was the flower hedgehog we knew as Shaymin. He coughed, "... that was... a bad... wake up call..." at this he keeled over and fainted.

Everyone exchanged glances.

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"...Sleepy..." Palkia said as he fell over, asleep.

And then everyone, except Shaymin who was unconscious and Palkia who was asleep, burst into laughter. Even Girantina, one who had never done so.

I knew all, and yet I didn't know why my heart jumped with the sound of his contagious laughter.

There we go, well, the story is somewhat wrapping up, you shall see why. Until then, SU over and out!