This. Chapter. Wouldn't. End. xD Seriously, I kept writing and writing and it just wouldn't stop, so I had to force it to. So, sorry if it drops off awkwardly, but I couldn't think of a better conclusion xP I may update again tomorrow, but most likely by Friday. Yays? Anyways, for those that reviewed, thankyou! I love reviews! For some odd reason... they make me update faster... motivation, I suppose.
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"I... hate my life."

Purifying lakes was hard- the titan would give Suicune that much. After nearly sinking into the depths of Lake Creation multiple times, Regigigas finally got a hold of how to get the job done, while Arceus ran off to give rain to one of those nameless deserts that rested in Hoenn. While he was glad to have her green glare off of him, he couldn't help but be nervous, as the last thing he needed was to get stuck in the bottom of a lake with no one to help. Then again, being Arceus, she would probably leave him there to figure it out himself.

Sure, the other jobs had been a little tricky. When it came to the nausea-inducing task of guiding the ocean's waves- he had always been one to get seasick (somehow)- he had the urge to be sick, despite the fact that that was impossible for a number of reasons that Arceus would and did chide him about. Job after job continued to drain away at the titan to the point where he wanted nothing more than to crawl under a -very large- rock and sleep it all off, something the Goddess wouldn't allow because she was obviously an evil jerk that assigned the most difficult things to him. Or something.

Despite this, none of them had been too humiliating, as there had never been anyone around to see his epic struggle against whatever he was struggling to do. None of them had required him to do anything in front of those little, insignificant things called humans, nor did any of his previous duties require him to do anything particular pride-reducing.

So how he found himself dressed in feathers of every color- thank you, Arceus- and plopped in front of the enormous group of humans was first an enigma- Arceus had warped him there before he could even figure out what was happening- and then a mental drop kick to his already shrinking dignity.

Arceus, how did Ho-oh do this?

In the distance, Arceus, who had taken it onto herself to take a break, watched, face twitching as if she was about to lapse into a state of hysterical laughter, while her victim only sputter and struggled to figure out what to do. To be honest, the Goddess had always searched for a way to punish her creation for being such an irritating gadfly, and she congratulated her genius for finally doing so.

The audience of humans- around a thousand- that lived on the island of Cinnabar watched in stunned silence, as nothing had really sunk in yet. Regigigas twitched under their stares, mentally cursing his creator in all of the words he knew. Said creator watched, eagerly awaiting his moment of grand humiliation.

And then, Regigigas, leader of the Regis, shifter of the continents, titan among titans...

... started to dance.

It really couldn't be considered dancing, more like flailing his arms from side to side like he was trying to fly away from the embarrassing situation. Arceus was giggling like a teenage girl in the background, hidden by the invisibility she could create, while the people only continued to stare- awed. A few newscasts stations had finally snapped out of their stupor and were now recording the entire event, shouting over the stomps of the titan.

"Breaking news!"

"The legendary Ho-oh replaced this year with...!" One of the reporters turned off screen to look at his partner, obviously puzzled. "What is that thing, Richard?"

"Regigigas, sir." The man replied, shifting his glasses. "It hasn't shown up in documents for over two thousand years."

Said titan only silently groaned, glad that he couldn't hear the chattering, as it probably wasn't positive. Arceus trailed off from her laughter, pulling herself to a clumsy sitting position as she attempted to straighten her fur- until she laid eyes of her creation and burst into giggles again, tears streaming down her face. Revenge was sweet, but it was to end too soon, as the Goddess knew the dance was almost over. It didn't matter, she'd have the chance to record it on all thirty or so news stations on T.V.

The white, moss covered legendary slowed his flailing -dancing?- feathers glowing in all of the shades of the rainbow- thus being why it was called the Rainbow Dance- before exploding into a storm of sparkles that shot straight into the sky, forming a vibrant, shimmering bow of light across the sky. Arceus stopped her laughing, eyes focused on the heavens, slightly surprised. Ho-oh's dances were never this beautiful, and she couldn't help but hold up a golden hoof to catch one of the shimmering specks that fluttered to the ground.

The Goddess inspected it with curious green eyes, as the glowing crystalline shape finally clicked in her head. It was a snowflake, still glowing from whatever powers that Ho-oh had and Regigigas had taken charge of, and her stunned gaze traveled to the titan again, dumbfounded.

The crowd was in a similar state, as they held out their own hands to catch the drifting, luminous snow. It never snowed on the island, the climate didn't allow it, and even if it did, it was unlikely that the snow would glow all of the colors in the spectrum like this did. Complete silence dominated the afternoon. Somewhere, a dog Pokemon howled.

This noise snapped Regigigas out of his own state of silence, because he gave something that was supposed to be a pose, and gave a grumble that sounded like a nervous 'ta-da'.

Silence fell again.

Arceus watched.

Regigigas twitched, wondering how long it would be before someone attacked him.

And then, in a moment of pondering, the crowd broke into applause, cheers breaking the silence.

"Absolutely stunning!" One of the reporters shouted into the camera, while the local children and adults alike threw snow at each other. "Critics must agree! One of the most beautiful Rainbow Dances in history!"

Arceus gave a relieved sigh, though she really shouldn't have cared- it was just Regigigas, after all, easily replaceable- before opening up a portal behind the white titan with a hurried flick of her golden hoof. He managed not to jump at the sudden appearance of the whirling dimensional rift, and slowly stepped backwards into it, disappearing with a flash of blue light- leaving Cinnabar Island to stare at where he once was. After a few seconds of confusion- traveling through space did that to everyone, even Palkia and Arceus- the titan was thrown clumsily in front of the golden hoofs of the Creator.

"Interesting display." She muttered, clicking her hooves against the ground. She had relocated them into the Hall of Origin for the main fact that that was the easiest place to get to from anywhere, and the duties were done anyway. For now. Who knew what would come up in the near future. Arceus was beginning to remember how running the world was. Regigigas heavily collapsed onto his back- somehow not making a crack on the marble floors- before giving a giant, relieved sigh- despite the fact that he didn't have lungs, or a mouth.

"That was absolutely nerve-wracking!" The leader of the Regis laughed anxiously. "I swore I was going to be sky-bombed any second!"

Arceus paused, knowing better, but ignoring her judgment as she then replied: "You did well."

"You think so?" He asked, puzzled. Arceus didn't praise people lightly, as she was difficult to please. Being the Creator must have that effect on her, he guessed. "I figured I should do something different. Even humans get bored of seeing the same thing over and over again. So I tossed in a little bit of Articuno. I don't think she'll mind." Arceus gave a sigh. Ho-oh would. If they ever turned back to normal- she was starting to think otherwise- he'd have to raise his bar to get the same approval. After all, it wasn't every day that a rainbow phoenix was replaced with a statue... thing.

"Yeah... it was..." The Goddess hesitated again, biting back what she was about to say, taking on a firm expression, quickly turning around and strolling down the hall, voice business-like. "That's everything for now. Get some rest. I'll wake you if anything else I need help with comes up." His grunt was her only reply, causing Arceus to turn around to look at her creation. He was curled up as much as he could be, arms rested under his head, dead asleep. The Being of Creation shook her head, resisting the urge to get him a blanket.

"... What a bum..."

"Is everyone set?"

Rade strolled down the halls, checking the rooms where the once-legends were staying, bored expression set on her masked face. She poked her head into the room where the Regi trio was at, cautious as to if something was going to blast her head off. Thankfully, in a moment of thought, she had had Heatran stay with them, as the fire legendary was usually the one to stop Registeel's tantrum. The legendary of magma was, at the moment, settling another fight that had started between the rock and steel legendaries.

"Nothing to see here." She then said, while Regice waved one icy arm for the Roserade to move on. Shrugging, she did. As the grass type went over the list of guests living in her home, she went to the next doorway.

"Take that! And eat it! Hah!"

Cresselia and Darkrai- who had located a deck of cards- were playing a game of war, and judging by Darkrai's larger stack next to him, the once legendary of nightmares was winning. Cresselia's red eyes were narrowed, playful frown tugging at her beak as her magenta paw threw down another card. "You may win the battle, but I'll win the war, Darkrai!" The dark type only scoffed, rolling his blue eyes.

"Well, judging by our scores, I've won about... say, seven wars already, Cresselia."

Seeing that they weren't going to go for each others' throats anytime soon, Rade moved on. She had saved the spirit trio for last, since their room was located right next to hers. She was a little worried, but figured they couldn't do much anyway. As the petaled Pokemon peeked into the doorway, she was confronted by the scene of Mesprit and Uxie sitting and reading, the pink-headed legendary scowling as she did so.

"I honestly don't see how you can do this for hours on end, Uxie." The Being of Emotion groaned, "After a few minutes, all of the words start looking the same."

"That's because you don't read enough." the Being of Knowledge replied, golden eyes sliding up to look at his counterpart over the top of his book. "Books can take you to different worlds if you just bother to read them." Azelf, laying on her bed, was musing over the Rubix cube she had found on the bookshelf, obviously too busy to give a sarcastic comment. Rade was a little surprised that the Being of Willpower had the patience to attempt the puzzle, since the Roserade usually threw it down after a few minutes.

Her job done, Rade finally headed to her room, stopping when she heard the rustling of paper, automatically switching to scout-mode. Silently creeping towards her doorway, the Roserade slipped into her room, stopping as she realized it was no one more than the pink feline also known as Mew. The legendary of children was sitting on her floor, pink paws clasped carefully around the edges of an object.

"What are you doing?" The Team Raider member snapped, causing the small being to jump in the air. As Mew whipped around, she realized that it was a sketchbook in his arms, and one of her maroon eyes twitched. When the pink cat realized that it was Rade, and not some monster that was going to eat him, he gave a goofy grin, holding out the book.

"These are really cool!" Mew chirped, as he opened it up again, looking at the sketches. He floated back to the ground, resting so his tail was twined around him, looking up with innocent blue eyes as he then continued: "I can't really draw that well... did you draw these?" The Roserade gave an annoyed sigh, coming to sit next to the hyper legendary, face moody as he flipped through the drawings.

"Yeah." She replied simply. "When I'm bored I sketch a little. It's no big deal."

"No big deal!" Mew squealed, grabbing her shoulders. "This is awesome! You gotta teach me how to draw! If I was you, I'd tape my drawing all over this base! But I can't because all of my Ponyta look like trashcans and all of my flowers look like pizzas..." His face brightened even more, if that was possible. "I know! I can go ahead and post them for you!" Before the cat could dart away, the Roserade managed to stop him with an annoyed look.

"Don't be stupid." Rade rolled her maroon eyes. "It's just a pass time. Besides, I don't want my teammates to look at my stuff."

"Oh." Mew's ears drooped, and he gave her a disappointed look. "Why not?"

She shrugged, "Just don't."

The Roserade got up and flopped down onto her bed, "Besides, it doesn't matter. What?" She suddenly asked, when she saw the blush-colored legendary starring intently at one of the pictures. His green-blue eyes shifted up to look at her, and he held up the sketchbook again, face Roserade wondered vacantly if this little cat had really been a legendary, considering his childish and innocent nature. Then again, it seemed like almost all of the legendaries didn't act as godly as she thought they would at first.

"This one has a date. All of them do... is that when you drew them?" He asked, tail wagging against the ground as she pulled herself to a sitting position, shooting the picture a glance. "Like this one of you and your team was just a few weeks ago."The grass type waved one blue rose hastily.

"That's just a sketch of after we caught the leader of a group of bandits. It was a really big deal, since the group had been causing a lot of trouble around here. I was bored the night after it all, so I sketched it up." She spotted his awed look, as his small mouth was gaping and his sea green eyes were wide with wonder.

"Really? You guys caught that scary looking Zangoose?" He pointed one paw to the glaring mongoose Pokemon that was being led away by the police in the background. "He looks really scary... I don't think I could do that. Especially now." He clasped his small paws together and looked up at the ceiling, starstruck. "But saving the day sounds so cool... nothing that big has happened in the legendary council, so I only have to keep doing my duties... it's really boring." He lowered his voice, looking sheepish. "That's kind of why I'm glad this happened to us. Things were getting really monotonous." Rade was surprised that he knew that word, but said nothing.

"But don't tell anyone I said that." His voice was pleading. "They'll get upset, my friends I mean. Especially Giratina." His worried gaze fell on the picture again, and he traced over the lines. "She's always looking after us, and it's really stressful. If anything, I hope this'll be a chance for her to take a break, but most likely not..." He gave a small sigh, while the Roserade watched, puzzled. "I kinda... want to do stuff again. Like save the day without having to be labeled with legendary powers, you know? Make doing stuff productive and fun once more."

Mew gave a sheepish laugh. "Yeah... um, sorry for ranting... I usually don't talk about stuff like that." His grin widened. "But you're so nice, even if you don't act like you are, so I guess that's why." Rade blinked, tilted her head to the side at his statement, maroon eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Can... can you tell me about the adventure? The one with the Zangoose, I mean? It sounds really cool!"

Rade collapsed onto her back again, roses rested against her stomach. "I guess I could." She muttered, wondering why she was being so tolerant of someone who should have been Shadow Balled out the window by then. "Like you saw, it was fall when Team Raider was assigned the task to take down the leader of the bandits. The group didn't really have a name, but we did find out that the boss of the whole party was named Cross, the same Zangoose you see in that sketchbook." She closed her eyes, remembering the whole event.

"It was difficult, and that's an understatement. While the pack wasn't huge, it was filled with Pokemon loyal to their leader. Their goal was to take over Treasure Town, since it's plentiful in natural resources, and the location next to the sea would be ideal for a large base. We weren't the only one's on the mission, we had a few other teams that helped, but our goal was specific in taking down Cross, even if it killed us. And..." She gave a light chuckle. "It almost did."

Azelf eventually wandered into the room, looking for Mew as usual, and sat down next to him, not speaking a word. The word 'killed' had gotten her attention, of course. Her two counterparts followed, since it was their duty to make sure she didn't destroy anything, but Uxie became interested in the story, and Mesprit didn't feel like being alone.

"Eventually we managed to find the base where Cross was, but we were split up when we were attacked." The Roserade sat up quickly, frown tugging at her lips out of habit as she recalled everything. "Haku and Nero ended up in the other side of the base, fighting to keep the entry open, while I was on the opposite wing. That's when I ran into him."

At this point, Cresselia and Darkrai had slipped into the room, Cresselia resting next to Mesprit and Darkrai floating near the doorway, arms folded as he was trying to make himself look like he didn't care- even when he was interested. Regice- having that radar that could pick up when a cool story was being told- had come in, and Regirock had come as well. Eventually Heatran dragged Registeel in so she wouldn't cause any trouble, and the entire room was filled with the ten legends that were staying at the Raider base.

"Cross, right?" Mew asked, voice hush with eagerness.

Rade nodded her head. "It's rare for a team to be split up. It's even rarer for one member to fight a leader of another 'team' without their leader's orders. So you can imagine..."

"Did you lose?" Azelf asked, paws clenched. "I so would've punched his lights out!"

"No. But I almost did." Rade replied. "I barely won, and that's only because I was a little faster. I, erm, got a little hurt."

"'A little hurt' meaning she had lost so much blood she nearly died."

Everyone snapped their eyes to look at the doorway, where the Gallade had appeared, who's stern expression and folded arms showed that he wasn't pleased with what he was currently saying. The Roserade only gave a scoff, waving one rose indifferently at her leader, hoping to avoid conjuring up the argument that usually followed the mention of the event. She knew that Haku still felt upset that she had put herself in that situation, and that he had panicked when she had gotten so hurt, but still couldn't quite understand why he hadn't gotten over it like Nero had.

"Details, details." She muttered, before changing the subject. "Anyways, Everything at the Do'jo ok? How did Delta take it?"

He gave a stiff sigh. "He was hesitant at first, but I mentioned your name and he broke in."

The Roserade gave a grin, "Delta, Delta... still terrified of me." The grass type turned to look at the group of legendaries gathered around her room. "Alright guys, that's really it. Cross was sent to the jail and that's where he is now. Of course, knowing him, he'll be out sooner than most people think." She motioned for everyone to get out of her room, and flopped back onto her bed as it emptied out.

"You really think he'll be back?"

Rade's maroon eyes slid to look at her team leader, who was leaned against the frame of the door, worried expression tainting his usually cheery face. Never one to sugar-coat things, the Roserade gave an affirmative nod. "Yeah. Probably." Finding the unexplainable need to comfort him- or at least attempt to- she continued: "But you know, we'll be fine. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe he's changed. It's unlikely, but we can hope." She gave a light laugh, waving one blue rose in his general direction. "So don't give me that infamous 'kicked puppy' face, it makes me feel bad."

Haku shook his head, smiling slightly. "Sorry, I can't help it."

"Is Nero back yet?"

"No. He said he was going to stay at the Guild overnight, apparently Hige got some new documents he wants to take a look at."

The Roserade rolled her eyes. "Great. At least that means I won't have to wake up to his singing for once." She shot him a stern look. "Go to sleep. Don't do any paperwork tonight, you need your rest. It's going to be a long day tomorrow and I don't want you to doze off." She grinned as he gave a chuckle, glad that her joke had gotten him out of his mood. The last thing she needed was for him to agonize over the past all night long.

"That's what I'm supposed to say, you know." The Gallade retorted, turning around to leave her room. "But fine. See you in the morning, Rade." The Roserade gave a grunt in reply, before turning over and swatting at her lamp until it went out. She knew, somehow, that in the morning it was going to be chaotic, so she couldn't help but appreciate the calm of sleep while she still had it.

She was right, of course, because the next morning, Mew stated his plan.

I had so much fun writing the Rainbow dance part xP Can you see a new pairing? Anyways, SU out!