The black haired boy looked up at the Golden and red dragon before him. "GIRATINA! MAKE ME YOUR CHOSEN!" The Giratina looked down at him, then changed into a tall long haired young man.
"Kid.. who are you... you barge into this cave and then order me to train you under me?" The Giratina examined the boy, taking note of his thin figure. "... Do you have any parents?"
The boy shook his head. "No, sir.. so... can you take me in?"
The Giratina sighed. "Seems you won't give me a choice.. you know the Church of Arceus sees me as the Devil, right? As Satan? As much as I want I can't change their opinion on that..."
"I know," the boy said, "and.. you can call me Kira."
"'Kira'..." The Giratina thought over. "Well.. you can call me Cronos... sure, I'll take you in... but... I have no idea how this pact will affect you. I've never made one before.."
Kira just smiled. "I'm sure it'll be fine, mister Cronos."
Years later Kira and Cronos were fighting some rogue gang members from Veilstone City. Kira slashed at the leader of the group with twin knives, Cronos subduing the others with twin pistols, the Brands of Tatarus, his personal weapons. But at the last moment, both Kira and the gang leader badly wounded each other. Cronos ran over.
"KID!" The Giratina saw Kira fall into shadows, retreating to the Distortion World. He ran after, caring more for his disciple than the gang. Once he got there, he saw two Kira, one on the ground and one very confused. "What... happened..."
Kira looked over at Cronos. "I... I can't use my powers anymore... and I'm laying there.. did I.. die...?" Kira stepped back. "No.. Cronos what is happening!?"
Cronos was just in shock, confused himself. "I... don't know... Kira... I don't... know..."