Happy Valentines Day!

I've got a special chapter here for you to celebrate. This is the first instance of what I'll call "Special Chapters", chapters that will deviate from the main story line and be sort of like extra scenes. In addition, I am open to requests if any of you want a scene. Just know I will not be adding anybody's OC into the story, it must only involve existing characters.

This chapter was a collaboration between a good friend of mine, Creativeguy39 over on AO3, who is the writer of Just Another Street Rat, another Pokemon fan fiction. He is the writer of the first scene in this chapter, while I wrote the second. Go show him some love!

Anyways, see you at the bottom of the page.

I wonder if we'll ever get back to Tranchant...


Special Chapter One: Yin & Yang

The two of them were on a cliff along the coast, away from the others. Reshiram was reclined on the grass on her side, her wings out in front of her and her gleaming blue eyes gazing at the evening sky above the ocean. Unfortunately, they were facing east, and the sunset behind them was being blocked by Kalos' forests and mountain ranges.

But who was with Reshiram? Well, to answer the question, it was none other than her masculine Yin counterpart, Zekrom. He was laying with his head against her chest, his lower half dangling off the edge of the cliff over the calm sea below, his dark, armoured body only being kept from falling in by the anti-gravitational field being produced by his conical tail.

"Is it fair that we keep doing this?" Reshiram suddenly questioned, breaking the silence.

"Huh?" Zekrom inquired in his deeper voice.

"A lot has been going on as of late." Reshiram elaborated. "TDA and Giratina are a growing threat, Marcus still has much to learn about being a Legendary Human, and…" she threw a wing up in frustration.

"Yeah, things are shit right now, huh…" Zekrom agreed. He gazed up at her feathered white face, the face that put him in a trance whenever he looked at it.

"So I wonder if it's selfish of us to keep stealing away like this to be alone." Reshiram explained. "You need to be there for Sarah, I definitely need to be there for Marcus, and overall, there's just too much on our plate for us to be skulking away from the others all the time."

Zekrom shook his head as he gazed up at his counterpart. "I disagree, Rammy. You're right that the world isn't in a good state right now, and as Legendaries, we're definitely key players in fixing things up. But I don't think that means we need to completely give up spending time together."

Reshiram's eyes were locked into his, and he couldn't help but recall the first thing he ever saw: those ultramarine eyes, staring back at him with amazement and confusion. Not amazement and confusion directed towards him, mind, but towards all creation. Now, he looked into those same eyes, and though the amazement was gone, and the world seldom confused her anymore, a deep wisdom had taken residence within her irises, and coupled with it was… doubt?

Wait a minute. Perhaps that was just in reaction to what he had said. Yes, it was. "But TDA could attack Xerneas at any moment. What if he were to do so now? What if he attacks the others? What if Marcus, Sarah, Snek, Sammy, Grace, and Frenc are all attacked by TDA while we're here, unable to support them, standing idle?"

Zekrom raised a hand and put it to her snout, silencing his counterpart. "We're within range of Grace's psychic. If there were a threat, she could alert us in less than a second, and we'd be over there in less than thirty, if we choose to use our tails to improve our speed."

The Vast White dragon pondered this, and then sighed in defeat. "I suppose you're right, Zeze." Satisfied with his victory, he pushed his cheek deeper into her feathers. "Though, I sense unease coming from you. You're not entirely convinced of your own words, are you?"

"You read me like a book, Rammy." Zekrom commented. "Yeah, you're right. This whole situation's been getting to me. Giratina's more powerful than any of us can hope to be, and he's getting stronger with every orb they take. TDA himself has proven to be on a whole other level when it comes to tactics, as well. And now they supposedly have undead allies…? All in all, the odds seem to be against us. No, they're definitely against us."

Reshiram would have looked for something to say, but knew she couldn't, for all of what her partner said was truth. She remained there for a few minutes, digesting what he had said. Gazing down at his troubled, crimson eyes, she too remembered when she had first seen them. Thanks to their bright colour, they had been the first thing her eyes registered before them, blinking lazily as though their owner had just been awaked prematurely from a much-needed nap. Now, they sparkled with personality, and beyond it fear. Fear, she could tell, for Arceus, all the mortals of the world, and for themselves. It made her heart sink.

"What will happen after this? That's what scares me the most." Zekrom further elaborated to his mate. "We don't know how much things will change as a result of this war. We don't know what will happen to the world." He paused as another thought came to him. "Rammy… we don't know what will happen to US!"

Reshiram couldn't help but shudder a little as she thought of that. "Yes… that is a terrifying thought…" TDA likely wouldn't give them an afterlife of any sort, but would instead just eliminate them as beings entirely. What would it be like, to simply not exist? She dared not ponder it too long. She needed to maintain a strong mental state, for herself, for Marcus, and for Zekrom.

"Rammy… look at that kickass ocean. Look at the horizon. Look at the clouds above them. Isn't it all so beautiful? Isn't it all so wonderful? I don't wanna lose any of that! I don't wanna lose the succulent aroma of a rare steak being made with one of your beautiful Blue Flares! I don't wanna lose the sensation of your feathers against my cheek!" He pushed his cheek deeper into her chest, and she became aware of tears tickling her feathers. "I don't wanna lose the sky. I don't wanna lose the trees. I don't wanna lose the cities. I'll never say it to her face, but I don't wanna lose Sarah, either."

Reshiram remained silent, letting Zekrom say what he wanted to say. Correction, what he had to say. She slowly patted his head with a hand as she heard him sniffle a little. From her experience, which there was a lot of, her mate was the purest-hearted Pokémon to ever grace this world. It killed her to see him like this, to know that the world was in such a bad state that even her Zeze was having doubts.

"And more than anything else… I don't want to lose my Rammy."

"Zekrom." Reshiram said suddenly in an urgent tone, raising her head. "I cannot give you false reassurance, or tell you without doubt that we will win this war. But I can tell you that I shall personally make sure that if TDA does succeed, he will have scars to remember us by. I promise you, here and now, that I will fight to the absolute limit to see that Giratina lays defeated on the ground in front of us, his goals shattered before his eyes and his dreams little more than falling ash. Until the instant that I am cold and dead, I shall fight bitterly to see that the world is preserved."

He went silent, taken aback by his mate's sudden outburst. She wrapped a wing around his torso to gently pull him closer to herself. "I cannot promise you we will win. But I will promise you that that vindictive pair will have to face my fire in its full might before they can even think of victory."

Zekrom's voice gained a more determined tone, similar to hers. "Yeah… and if they even think of hurting you, they had better be ready for a gigawatt of electricity, coupled with one million newtons of force!"

"If they want a fight, then a fight they shall receive! And they shall regret the day they crossed Reshiram and Zekrom!" She gazed down at her mate warmly. "Besides, love conquers all, does it not?"

The Deep Black dragon laughed. "I suppose you're right, Rammy." However, he noticed that her gaze was transforming into a stern glare. The stern glare, in fact, that Cobalion is best known for, but in reality simply learned off of Reshiram. "Erm… is everything alright, Rammy?"

"You haven't been polishing your scales." she uttered accusingly. He blinked twice, taken aback by the sudden observation.

"Well… well, Sarah said I look dumb with polished scales, so I stopped doing it." Her reaction of slowly shaking her head made him immediately regret his decision.

"I don't care what Sarah says. You look handsome with polished scales. The added lustre accentuates your deep shade of black."

"Yes, Rammy." He was tempted to call her 'mother' instead of his usual nickname of Rammy, but that wouldn't have ended well.

The sky had darkened to as dark as it could get without completely disguising Zekrom within the sky. They laid there for a few more minutes, simply enjoying one another's presence, until Zekrom finally said, "We should be going soon, huh?"

At the request of my beloved human, I had hurried grabbing Yveltal's orb and leaving the area as quickly as possible. TDA, while noble in ambition and unafraid to take drastic measures to ensure that vision comes to fruition, he did always have a slight aversion to killing. Not the Legendaries, of course, but rather the poor humans that were tricked into serving them. I did feel some regret for killing them as well… but only slightly. The billions of years I've spent trapped in the Distortion World, consumed by loneliness and hatred, have not been kind to my sympathy for Arceus' followers.

In any case, we were flying to our next destination, TDA perched on my back, lazily reclining. I would chastise him for practicing such unsafe behavior, but I didn't bother. We both knew I wouldn't let anything happen to him.

"Once again, that part of the plan went off without a hitch. I can almost see us at the Hall of Origin, finally claiming the throne from Arceus." My precious human said.

"Indeed. I relish the moment when we will tear Arceus apart and make a world where justice is served as it should be." I said, agreeing with him. "However, as always, we must not get cocky. As well as the plan is going so far, we must remember that overthrowing a supreme deity is difficult. I'm particularly anxious about confronting my siblings." I warned. I began to glare in frustration at the memory of my siblings. Dialga and Palkia, my brothers, who didn't side with me when I stood against Arceus. Uxie, Mesprit, and Azelf, my younger siblings, who would never disobey Arceus even if their immortal lives depended on it. But I couldn't think about that right now. I had to focus on what was immediately important.

"I know that, Giratina. Don't worry, I'll be ready when the time comes." He said reassuringly, stroking my neck as we flew at exhilarating speeds. I loved and hated when he did that more than anything. His touch… it was so soothing, the only positive contact I've felt in billions of years. I'd spent all that time watching the world Arceus cast me out of from the prison he created specifically for me, watching with unbridled hatred as people and Pokemon alike suffered unjustly and how the Legendaries did nothing to stop it. I envied those who lived in the light, while I rotted in the darkness. Everyone feared me, or hated me, or both, and I was the sole object on which the world blamed its problems.

But he was different from the others. He saw me as a partner and friend. Of the billions of years that had passed since my banishment, he was the only being who freed me. Yes, there were the cultists that had written the book that he had found and used to summon me, but they were just crazed lunatics that had a warped perception of me. Indeed, I had watched as numerous groups dedicated to me rose and fell, all with the idea that I was a dark god. They took innocent lives, both of people and Pokemon, in my name. I felt no sympathy for them when their time came and they were cast into the Wall. But TDA understood me, knew what I was and what I wanted.

Perhaps that was why I was so madly in love with him.

Legendaries are binary when it comes to romantic attraction. They are asexual or pansexual, and nothing in between. When it comes to me, I happen to fall into the latter category. Everything about TDA solidified my attraction to him. The way he would soothingly console and caress me when my anger began to boil or when I was lamenting about my past, the determination he had to create a world that benefited not only himself, but every righteous being in the universe, the genuine care he had for me unlike my "worshippers", and his handsome appearance...

But I could never be with TDA, and it tore me apart inside. I knew his mind, knew his feelings, like any Legendary does with their human. He harbors no romantic feelings for me. And our goal… We couldn't make a relationship work while the plan was in play.

But my mind will always think back to his warm touch and soothing words, and I will always fantasize about holding his tender body close to my colossal form with one of my tentacles, him hugging me back.

However, I will not let my unrequited love for him get in the way of our goal. Even if our love is not romantic, I will still give everything I have to make sure he is safe and I will do anything to achieve our perfect world, where we can live together peacefully. If he were to die, I would personally tear this universe asunder, bit by bit, until either Arceus kills me or I shred the universe to its last atom and create a new one from the ashes. After that… I'm not even sure I'd want to be alive… Oh, how this human has affected me. TDA, my friend, my muse, my love.

Love. What a beautiful thing. But it's just another thing Arceus has denied me.


That's right bois we have homosexuality in this fic. Take it or leave it.

Well, this chapter definitely gave some extra character for Reshiram, Zekrom, and Giratina. I've wanted these characters to get a bit more of a spotlight (even if Giratina has plenty already).

Anyways, see you next time!