Woooow, sorry for the long update time! :S I had a lot of stuff I had to do... but updates should come up, now that it's break! Yays~ I don't have much to say, other than thanks to those that reviewed! Love you guys! Also, Team names have been altered just a bit -goes to update profile-

FIC!

Team Eclipse- a naming choice that once again proved that legendary Pokemon had the creativity of a spoon, and probably even less- were taking their very first trip into the relaxing woods to the west of town that didn't seem to have a name. While this had ticked Cresselia off, Darkrai hadn't seemed to mind, and since he had won leadership, his lunar teammate had no choice but to- grudgingly- follow. The mission had been a simple one, catch the big, scary, evil bad guy- a direct quote from the sputtering Delcatty that had assigned them the job- that had attacked him from the back and run off with the bag of whatever the classy cat had been carrying. Well, it should have been simple. Darkrai had been so pleased that at least one person hadn't run away screaming at his appearance that he had forgotten all about what the leader of Team Raider had told him.

Hours of calling their leader an idiot- Cresselia- giving pointless orders (Make sure you, er, keeping hovering, Cresselia)- Darkrai- and smacking into trees that definitely hadn't been there before- both of them- later and both counterparts had gotten over their passive truce and were running through plans of torture that made Giratina's fantasies look like children cartoons. They had spent half of the time yelling at each other about nothing- most onlookers had fled, dubbing them insane- and the other portion chasing a shadow that had humiliated them in a series of situations that none of them wanted to talk about ever again.

After nearly attacking his own counterpart- at this point he probably wouldn't have regretted it- Darkrai finally cornered the shadow, intent on Shadow Balling whatever it was that had caused him such pain. Cresselia approached, a similar expression on her face, but she was forced to stop when the ghost held up one claw. "Nope. Leader gets to maul the bad guy first."

The psychic swan narrowed her red eyes, wings whirring weakly- and it was times like this when she wished they would regain their dangerous luster and sharp edge. "Are you sure you'll be able to handle it, leader?" She spat out, voice dripping with sarcasm that made the dark type glare at her. Darkrai turned back around, and hovered closer, punching his claw into his open palm. "Prepare to meet your worst nightmare-" In the background, Cresselia groaned. "- I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget. I bet you think you were so tough, attacking a sissy cat from behind, eh you... you..."

He stopped.

Confused at his hesitation, Cresselia floated closer, puzzled expression flickering over her gold, blue and pink face. "Darkrai? What's up? Are you chickening out already? I mean, you'd usually jump at a chance to tenderize some idiotic... oh." Both legends stared at the apparent 'bad guy', obviously stupefied. "Oh."

Because the 'bad guy' that had apparently been as tall as a Tyranitar and just as terrifying was in reality a small, fluffy Poochyena that was shaking despite the fact that it was warm in the woods. Darkrai connected a claw to his face and gave a moan, curses floating through his head. "We've been chasing the wrong guy the entire time..."

"No, we haven't." Cresselia replied, pointing one magenta paw to the remains of a tattered cloth bag, which had obviously been torn in haste. "That's the same cloth that the Delcatty was showing us before, remember? That's the bag. I guess it was filled with food." She flickered her wings, her version of a shrug. "This is the guy, Darkrai." Said male only continued to stare at the whimpering, shivering pup, claw at his chin.

"What are you going to do?"

He looked up, then repeated dumbly: "What am I going to do?"

The swan gave a curt nod. "The mission was to bring the thief back. Then he'll be disciplined."

"Disciplined?"

"Yeah. I'm not sure how. And stop repeating everything I say, it's annoying." The golden female grumbled, tossing her head for no reason at all. A bored expression crossed her ruby eyes, and she shifted to look at the small dark typed canine. "You're the leader, remember? You have to make decisions like this." She leaned back midair when he threw his black arms into the air, frustration flickering in his visible blue eye.

"But I didn't think I'd have to beat up something a fraction my size!" He exclaimed, as she only blinked. Then, shaking her head, the legendary of dreams gave a sigh.

"I didn't say you had to beat him up." She then replied, sounding tired. "That's not the only choice. Why are you so against it anyway? You always beat on Mew, so what's the difference?"

"First off, that's Mew." He stated without hesitation, and deep down, Cresselia agreed. "And plus, it's obvious this guy was just hungry. It was that stupid cat's own fault. I bet that he wasn't even attacked, and if he was, then he should have been watching his back." Darkrai folded his arms, looking away quickly. "And, um..."

"Yes?" She pressed.

"... he's... cute."

Cresselia gaped at her counterpart, one red eye twitching. "C-cute? Coming from you that sounds really, really, really..."

"Soft?"

"I was going to say creepy, but why not." The moon legend retorted, she shook her head yet again, tsking under her breath. "Aye... what are we going to do, now? I suppose we could just fail the mission, but then we won't get a reward, and we'll be left behind from all of the others." She clenched her magenta paws. "The idea of Registeel's team getting to Bronze rank before us really ticks me off- what are you doing?"

While Cresselia had been ranting,Darkrai had leaned down and held out one claw to the Poochyena, who sniffed warily. The lunar legendary drifted closer, wings whirring warningly. "Watch it, Darkrai."

"Meh." He replied, blue eyes sliding to look at his counterpart. "Tell me, does he look like a bad guy?"

"Well, no." She replied flatly, "But I kinda want to... drop kick him."

The dark type shot the swan a skeptical look. "You don't even have legs..."

At this, Cresselia only rolled her red eyes, "Not all of us can have your supermodel legs."

"Oh, shut up, Cresselia." He snapped back, picking up the small dark type canine and drifting back to where they had come. Through the thin cover of leaves, the legendary of nightmares could tell that the sun was going to start sinking below the horizon in around an hour, which was a cue for dinner. Knowing Groudon, if they didn't get there on time they probably wouldn't eat at all. He heard the echoing hum of the legendary of dream's wings as she followed, and he could almost feel the puzzled expression digging into his back.

"Er, why are you taking him with us?"

He shrugged.

"Why are you asking me? This is the guy who get himself blasted by a Roar of Time and Spacial Rend at the same time to save a town." The gold, blue and pink swan only hummed in agreement; over the years she had learned that her counterpart did things without really thinking, using the instinct that Arceus had granted him, rather than his knowledge. Oddly enough, most of the time he was right.

Even then, if they got attacked by giant, rabid, angry wolves, all of the instinct in the world probably wouldn't save him. Cresselia would see to it herself.

"I think we did well, eh, guys?"

Registeel grumbled, folding her arms and turning her back to the red and gray legendary of magma, obviously irked by her kin's cheery vibe. Heatran, not oblivious to her moody teammate, but not one for caring, only continued to grin as Regice hobbled over, golden eyes flashing in a pattern of excitement. "Yeah! We got a lot of stuff, too!"

"Most of which we can't even use..." A certain steel type muttered, "Gummis? Notice that the only one who can eat them is Heatran over here?" Said female only shrugged her bumpy red shoulders, scarlet eyes rolling in exasperation. As the legendary of precious metals had observantly retorted, their reward for their work- finding and beating up a thief (which wasn't so much of a fight, considering Regice accidentally sneezed -somehow- and the poor enemy fainted from fear)- had been mostly gummis of an assortment of colors. Before Registeel could punch the client in the face, Heatran had explained that they were very rare- so please, please, please don't kill him- to cool her temper while Regirock held her back.

Even then, Registeel still couldn't bite down the urge to shove the candy down her -irritating, stubborn, toad- leader's throat. The only thing that stopped her was the share of money they had gotten as well.

"So what are we gonna spend with it?" Regice continued, "It's not a lot, so should we save it, or no?"

Regirock, who had been unusually silent for the trip, flashed his orange eyes. "I say save it. It's not like we need anything now, anyways..."

"For once I agree, useless one!" Registeel suddenly exclaimed, "We just keep saving and saving and saving..." She struck one finger to the sky while locals shot her strange looks that obviously doubted her sanity. "... and eventually we'll have enough for an H-bomb! Of course, to quicken the cost we could always sell you into slavery again, Regirock."

"For the love-"

"Heeeey, guys!" Regice suddenly broke in, once again attempting to delay any destruction. He pushed in between his counterparts and waved his icy arms. "You know what sounds great? Um, not killing each other so soon! Eh? Eh?" The ice type shot Heatran a look that was begging for help, and giving a sigh, said legend stepped forward.

"Yeah, that does sound great." She started, sounding bored. "Why don't we just head to Guild? Everyone should be returning there by now. But first..." A scarily cheery expression crossed her face, and she sat on her haunches before throwing her front legs out like she was ready to embrace the world. Or fall off a cliff. Registeel wanted the later, of course. In her mind, at the bottom of the cliff were spikes, robot sharks and jazz music, which Heatran happened to hate. "Victory hug!"

Registeel and Regirock recoiled away from her so quickly that they knocked into each other and collapsed into a mangled heap on the ground, while Heatran laughed loudly and Regice gave a small giggle. "I was joking, I was joking..." The fire type chuckled, before holding one cross-shaped foot to Regice. "Highfive?" The iceberg legendary waved his arms- his version of a nod- before giving a hum and making his way to her.

"I don't think that's a good-"

Regirock's warning was abruptly out-voiced as Regice gave a loud yelp of pain, golden eyes flashing in pained surprise at the steam that rose up from his spiked club of an arm. Heatran, who had jumped back, shot him a puzzled look. "Y-you..." The ice-type held out his arm, and where she had made contact was a clean shape of an 'x'. She blinked, wondering how that had gotten there. "... melted me!" The legendary of ice flashed his eyes sadly, fawning over his injured arm. "Never in the, like, thousands and thousands of years of my existence have I melted... it was never possible..." Before Heatran could apologize, the legend of steel spoke up.

"Well, obviously..." Registeel grunted, trying to push Regirock off of her, who was sitting on her back to spite her. "Being the coldest thing in existence and being unable to melt from the hottest flame was due to your legendary status. Heh, that's the only reason you even stand a chance against Articuno, power and greatness wise." She gave a cough, then continued: "Erm, with the curse, you lost that, get it? Which means that you can melt." She paused, giving a thoughtful hum. "Mmm... if that's the case... that means that Regirock can't rebuild himself out of rocks..."

"You're thinking of a way to kill me again, aren't you?"

"Yep. What would you prefer?" The gray legendary's voice took on a business-like tone. "Death by sledgehammer or dynamite?"

"Oh dear, choices, choices..." Regirock started, voice dripping sarcasm. "You're going to have to let me think about that..."

"I guess you could just fill the indent with water and try using an icy wind..." Heatran started, shooting her teammate an apologetic look. Regice flashed his golden eyes and gave an echoing, sheepish laugh.

"It's alright, it's alright." He chirped, waving his arm. "I was just surprised, is all. I'll fix it later." The frozen being paused, turning slowly to look at his fellow legends, who had started to bicker again. "Hey! Guys! I want to go home!"

"That's the problem..." Registeel continued, ignoring her ice counterpart. "You don't have the brain capacity to think."

"At least I'm not hollow!" Regirock snapped back. "You're like a freakin' novelty figurine. If I hit you with a stick, what kind of noise will you make?"

"Why don't you try? Then I'll have an excuse to kill you!"

"Like you've ever needed one!"

"What's this? A good point! I'll just get straight to the killing!"

The not so playful banter cut off as the two counterparts tackled each other, while Regice and Heatran stood in the shadow of their battle, identical expressions of embarrassment covering their faces. The fire type turned to her ice typed friend, scarlet eyes filled with exasperation as Regice only continued to shake his head in disappointment, tsking under his breath. His aura was almost out of character, but it was difficult to tell, considering he has as much of an expression as a traffic light.

"You deal with this every day?"

"Every. Single. Freaking. Day."

"This is the stupidest mission ever." Mesprit sighed, resting her head on her pale blue paws, golden eyes half-closed in sleepiness. Celebi only nodded her head glumly in agreement, while Jirachi mumbled something in his sleep. The team - dubbed Team Wished, thanks to Jirachi( Uxie had wanted to call it Paradox, but Mesprit said it sounded like some type of medicine)- was located in the large expanse of the local library of Treasure Town, not in a creepy cave or foreboding forest. Hell, they would have settled for running messages, cleaning garbage, something, anything but what they were stuck doing. Being stuck at one of Arceus' stupid meetings where all she did was tell them how useless and incompetent they were would have been better- at least it was loud.

"Ah, that's fascinating!"

"You know what's really fascinating?" Celebi whispered to the Being of Emotion, who looked like she was ready to slug someone. "... the fact that we haven't died of boredom yet."

"Truly a miracle of science." The pink legend mumbled back. She shook her head, locks of fur shifting at the movement. "Alright, screw this. We give the old guy three more minutes-"

"Three? Why three?" Celebi muttered in response, sounding annoyed. "I hate that number. Why not two?"

Mesprit rolled her eyes. "My god, fine. Two more minutes, then we go in there, drag Uxie out and think of a good excuse for why."

"Why do we need an excuse?" The grass type inquired, placing her hands on her hips. "Just hit the guy over the head with a thesaurus and run for it. That's the only thing they're good for, anyways." Mesprit sighed again, paw going to rub the red jewel on her forehead as a means of comfort. While before doing it could blast anything to shreds, now it only flickered softly at her touch.

"Because we need to make a good image. That gets us better pay and more respect."

Celebi chortled, "Really? Then how does that explain Team Raider's fame, eh? They have Rade, and we all know she's beaten up people for fun."

"Well, Team Raider has..." Mesprit clasped her paws together and gave a starstruck grin. "... the utter hotness and deliciousness of Haku, of course they're super." The guardian shot the Being of Emotion a disbelieving glance before grabbing a book- Legend Of Arceus- and throwing it at the pink and blue legendary, scowling as her friend ducked. "Hey! Come on! I'm just saying!"

"You're the leader of our team!" The pale green being snapped back. "Try to keep the flirting down. Just imagine how..."

"How?" Her friend inquired, puzzled. "How what?"

Celebi shook her head. "Nothing, never mind, whatever. How about this for an excuse? Our, er, grandmother has fallen ill." There came a pause. "It's harder than it looks, so shut up." She growled as Mesprit chuckled and grinned at the stupidity. "We could always say we have to attend your funeral..." The Being of Emotion abruptly shut up and took the hint. "That's better... but seriously... I say we just beat him over the head and drag him home."

"But he's having so much fun." Mesprit protested, peering into the room where the Being of Knowledge and old Alakazam of the library cooed over tomes. "Talking about complicated, useless things that others don't care about... reading until his eyes fall out... turning pages until they bleed..." She sighed, "The only time he isn't frowning is when he's reading or making fun of Azelf and I. He's almost as bad as Mewtwo."

"That's pretty tough. Getting Mewtwo to smile, let alone laugh is like trying to get Mew to cut back on the pixii sticks." Celebi mused, "I feel bad for Deoxys, she has to deal with him. I can just imagine..." The grass/psychic type's voice deepened and took on a monotonous tone. "Don't be incompetent with your silly insights, Deoxys. They're useless." She coughed, and her voice took on its usual light, teasing aura. "Yep. I can imagine it. That atmosphere is probably colder than..."

"Ice?" Mesprit interjected, sounding amused. "This is why you need a thesaurus."

"Meh. I can do without." She replied, shrugging her pale shoulders. "So, are we going to ambush or not?"

"Ambush who?"

The two turned around, surprise flickering over their faces. Uxie floated in the doorway, book in his arms as he shot them a skeptical gaze. He had gotten pretty good at giving those glances, Mesprit couldn't help but note, despite the fact that he was so used to having his eyes closed. The Being of Knowledge gave a small cough under their eyes and shifted the book, floating past them while flipping through it.

"Well, I'm done." The golden-head legend started nonchalantly, "So we can go."

"What did you get?" Mesprit asked, while Celebi nudged Jirachi awake; that guy was always falling asleep, even now. "We've been here for hours while everyone else has been fighting and earning cash! It better be worth it!" Uxie gave a sigh, rolling his golden eyes- now that she could see him do so and thus understand his annoyance- before shoving it into her chest roughly.

"Giratina asked for something about items." He then started, "She's taken an interest in treasures and the effect they have on the state of being. I guess she wants to figure out how to break the curse." A look of surprise once again sprang over the Being of Emotion's face, but she quickly shook it away. "That book has a list of items of ancient decent that may help, but I doubt it. At best it'll just make her frustrated, but that's not my problem, so whatever." He shrugged his slender shoulders while Mesprit looked through the book with surprising interest.

"But there's a possibility, right?"

"Ever slim, but there, yes." Uxie replied, shifting to look at Celebi and Jirachi as they floated closer. "But let's just head out, Mew and Azelf are no doubt causing chaos."

"You'd better believe it." Celebi smirked, "So let's hurry and go before Groudon eats all of the food. I'm starved."

With one finally look behind them, the team slipped out of the library and into the square, ready to tackle whatever had gone wrong at the Guild.

I just got Okami xD Which is why the update didn't come sooner, but eh. Anyways, R&R and see you next chapter! SU out!