Again, this was prompt number thirty-seven, and this is the same chapter. Double the irony~ (Though if it doesn't stop, I'm going to have to call IronyBusters or something.)

I admit, I'm not too terribly in love with the Sinnoh trio (after getting Liliopshipping nearly shoved down my throat), but I love to make exceptions, and this pairing is one of them. I'd like to write more of these two whenever I get the spare time and I'm not writing for something else.

Theme: Eyes

Pairing: Rayquaza/Uxie

Disclaimer: I do not claim any of the Pokemon characters used in this chapter, because they are all property of Satoshi Tajiri and I haven't stolen the rights from him yet. I bet he has people try that all the time, actually; probably has to have bodyguards and stuff.

Once, when he had tried to go about his daily life without opening his eyes, he had nearly crashed into the side of an airplane and promptly decided it just wasn't for him. When he met a being that was forced to do that for all of eternity, he had been astonished.

He had lowered his head to examine her face-to-face, and after a moment of hesitation he asked curiously, "You're not sleeping, are you?" He had been completely serious, for the last time he had tried talking to Mew, the feline had fallen asleep without warning. You couldn't be too careful.

Uxie's light laugh was unexpected, and then she waved a paw in shy greeting as she murmured, "No. I'm not." Her voice was slightly crestfallen, as if he had said the wrong thing, and he desperately searched for something to fix his mistake.

"That's good! You know, the last time I talked to Mew, that little brat just–"

"Fell asleep without warning?" As he blinked in astonishment at her sudden interjection, she smiled cutely at the thought of the pink feline. "She tends to do that a lot. She tries not to, though."

". . . ah." He nodded thoughtfully. "I see. So . . . where do you live?"

"Normally, I live in a dark cave under the lake. How can I tell it's dark?" He was struck silent by her nearly telepathic ability. "You can see changes in light through your eyelids. And you live in the sky, correct?"

"Mostly." He smothered a nervous cough with his claw before continuing, "I do occasionally touch down on a tower, though. Have you ever . . . ?"

"No," she answered his unspoken question. "I'd never left my cave before the incident with Team Galactic, and I haven't had the chance to explore the surface much. I've been . . ." She seemed to be searching for the right word, and she wet her lips before she seemed to settle on something lesser than what she had hoped for. "Busy. With information."

"Information?"

"You mean you don't know?" She frowned after he shook his head, as if she could actually see him–or did she see light changing behind her eyelids? "Like you are the guardian of the skies and diplomat between Kyogre and Groudon, I am the being that bestowed knowledge upon the human race." She shifted as if uncomfortable with admitting her role in the grand scheme of things, like a celebrity of a movie might be humble about their acting career. "I know all that there is at the moment, but information is constantly changing and has to be filed away properly unless I want to lose my mind."

He snorted. "You make it sound like you're a file cabinet."

She shrugged as a silly grin momentarily brightened her face. "Sometimes that's what I feel like: A file cabinet stuffed to the brim with papers, always toeing the line of overflowing." The smile eventually slipped away, and he realized that because of her job, she probably didn't have much time for anything, not even emotions. He felt a smidge of pity for the sprite before him, and then she tilted her head up as if she could see his face. "Don't pity me, Rayquaza." Her voice was heavy with an ancient burden, causing him to frown.

"Can I feel sorry, then?"

"No." She shook her head to emphasize her answer. "It's what I was born to do, and it's in my realm of power. I can handle it."

"But at what cost?"

He knew she had an answer to that–she always had the answers–but she didn't tell him what it was, instead choosing silence to get her point across. He huffed at her determination but said no more on the subject, instead gazing towards the sky with a thoughtful expression. The quiet went undisturbed for many minutes, both enjoying the other's company but keeping their thoughts private. The sounds of the world filtered around them to make up for their lack of sound, and his eyes slid closed as he tried to imagine what it was like to be her.

Eventually, it was time for him to go; Arceus knows what kind of trouble his counterparts had gotten into while he was gone. Before he left to force them to make peace, though, he had one last question for her. "Your eyes." He left it at that, since she knew what he was going to ask, anyways.

"Unless you want to lose your memory," she chuckled darkly, "I have to keep them closed." Then, before he could take off, she put a paw on his side to stop him for a moment. "They're rampaging off the coast of Mossdeep. Groudon's perched precariously on a tiny island."

He couldn't stop his jaw from dropping in amazement, even after all he had learned about her. How does she do that? When she smiled, he began to suspect she had mind-reading powers as well as x-ray vision. There was no way she could see his bewildered expression from behind those eyelids–and that was the only thing she could be laughing at.

"I'm the being of knowledge. I'm supposed to know everything."

For the time being, all poetry is being put on hold, until I get these prompts out of the way. I apologize, poetry-fans, but this is so I can clean out my Love is Infinite folder (what this 100-prompt challenge was originally called). Please bear with me.