"Ooh! Ooh! What should we do first?"

Mew squealed with childish joy as she twirled around in the air, a semblance of excitement drenching her pink countenance. With her tail moving to an imaginary beat, swishing around as if her dancing performance was choreographed to it, she did a few more barrel rolls in the air, ignoring how Arceus was watching her from below, eyebrow twitching out of slight anger and – possibly – at the strange feeling of misery that was now erupting throughout his body, dimming his proud soul into a shriveled prune of both depression and slight embarrassment.

What did he do to deserve this?

He shook his head in disappointment, his skull still pounding from earlier and therefore dissipating his urges to ponder for a plausible answer – to think over his whole millions of years of existence in hopes of spotting the one error that later wound up putting him in this mess as if it was some sort of freaky karma situation. He knew he was exaggerating a bit, but it wasn't helping with the whole fact that only five minutes had passed since Mew started to dance at his 'agreement' of letting her stay with him in hopes of escaping whatever act of reproduction that was occurring at her brother's cave – if there was any, as previously claimed. Arceus was still skeptic, and was even slightly convinced to just go to Mewtwo's haven and confirm it himself; though, Mew would obviously stop him, probably going into a wild frenzy of pleas not to see the horrors that were supposedly happening there.

The qilinlike Pokemon sighed in annoyance. As mentioned before, only five minutes had passed since Mew's request to stay, and she had been dancing around the whole time, leaving the God Pokemon to witness happiness flash before his eyes in memories of the past when he still had it; which, as to now, he no longer contained an inch of joy, because it all dissipated from constant stress brought onto him from the catastrophic ways of the Legendaries.

What was it called to turn your lips upward out of satisfaction again? He couldn't remember.

No, seriously, he couldn't. It was kind of pathetic, to tell the truth.

He closed his eyes, hoping that the day would just wash away. Perhaps, once he reopened his eyelids, he would find himself waking up in bed, and the whole roommate deal forged with Mew would turn out to be a nightmare caused by eating week-old pizza that had been haunting the back of the fridge.

But no – he apparently didn't deserve such harmony.

He opened his gaze, and only to slightly gasp, his head snapping back when he realized Mew's face was floating right in front of his; though, she was hanging upside down, and therefore Arceus' golden eyes that were dimming every second lowered themselves to hers. He made extra sure that annoyance was radiating from them – to at least be obvious enough for Mew to catch the silent message that he was in no mood for any of the childish games that were probably running through her giddy mind. Of course, she just grinned, revealing pearly-white teeth that made Arceus' face fall into a look of slight nervousness, anxious to know what she was thinking, despite that he was somewhat distracted by his tinge of amazement towards how the blood wasn't rushing through her head due to her upside-down position.

"What, Mew?" he eventually brought himself to mutter, trying his best to at least keep his tone mellow, though the hue of constriction that came instead had proven itself to be inevitable.

The pink Legendary giggled, either apparently not minding his obvious annoyance, or finding it humorous, as she pulled her head up to continue floating around in the air. She soon stopped when she returned to hover by the side of his face, his narrowed eyes only following her as if he was studying an unimpressive creature, and a stiff frown plastered itself onto his jaw like the final touch of strictness to his already-stoic posture. Mew continued to giggle, yet again ignoring it all, and instead repeated her earlier question that he had been too lost in his thoughts to notice the first time.

"What should we do first?"

Arceus' eyes remained narrowed. He was untaken back from the question, as he had actually been expecting such a thing, therefore only exchanging with himself another imaginary dollar to the self bet that the day couldn't possibly get any worse.

And, unbeknownst to him, soon thereafter, he would be adding another mental dollar.

"I know!" Mew suddenly squealed, Arceus' dull eyes focusing on thin air as if he was a frustrated kindergartner stumped on a math question, no longer finding thinking about it much at all worth it. Meanwhile, the pink Pokemon floated around his face, though he only continued to stare impatiently into space. "We could eat some breakfast!"

Arceus' eyes brightened a little, his strict face relaxing into one of slight anxiousness. Well, that doesn't sound so bad, he then thought, his worries easing themselves since he had assumed at first that she was planning a sort of childish activity. His stomach growled as if on cue, and his current thoughts dissipated from beneath his noticed hunger. I'm sort of hungry myself.

Of course, he didn't want to let his stoical frown give in one bit, so he kept it glued onto his face and turned his head to look at Mew, emitting his words in a mellow tone as if he wasn't concerned for his own need of nourishment. "Very well -"

Mew was gone.

His eyes widened and he snapped his head around, searching for the pink Legendary, wondering where she could've disappeared to in a short matter of seconds. She was just there; where'd she go? His gaze scanned the meeting room, but the only things he saw were the empty jury seats and judge pedestal that already occupied the space, as well as the golden walls that were reflecting his bewildered expression. Mew was nowhere in sight, as if she had just been eliminated from existence, though he felt a slight tinge of impatience cover his mood – he wouldn't be surprised if this was a prank of the sort. With others' annoyance came Mew's entertainment.

"Mew?" he called, curiosity for her location somehow compacting itself into his firm voice, despite that his anger was more noticeable. He began to growl as he turned around, searching for her among the empty room. Had she left? He wouldn't really be surprised if she did; the said Legendary was always unpredictable, and, for some reason, he felt slightly satisfied at the thought that she did – that he was alone and he could dwell deeper into his misery all by himself with no possible interruptions.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed from behind him, and his eyes blinked in surprise before he turned around to face the source. Mew was floating a few feet away, her happy expression still present, and behind her was a humongous pile of various candies and sweets, which she was too preoccupied with to notice the bewilderment that was still covering Arceus upon her disappearance. Then again, she didn't have time to notice, because just as fast as she had returned to the room, killing all of the hopes inside Arceus that she was gone and he was finally alone, the said God Pokemon allowed his eyes to narrow, his frown now twitching from silent snarls. "Mew!" he then snapped. "Where'd you go?"

Mew turned back around to face him, her expression showing curiosity rather than fear to his sudden, unexplained mood, but she soon shrugged it away when she moved to the side and allowed him to see the large pile of treats behind her. His expression lightened into – yet again – a look of bewilderment, while Mew only chuckled to herself. "Breakfast!" she announced, throwing her paw into the air as if informing an imaginary army behind the qilinlike Pokemon that it was feeding time.

Arceus blinked a few more times. Breakfast? He turned his eyes to Mew, who was now displaying the goofiest grin he had ever seen. She had teleported somewhere, got the sweets, and brought it back to the Hall of Legends in a few seconds flat? But…from where? He didn't really heed this question as much as the one that slowly emitted from his mouth, hints of skepticism riding it. "You want to eat sweets for breakfast?"

The pink Legendary twirled around out of happiness, though she soon stopped, allowing him to eye her gleeful expression once again. "Yes!" she laughed, and she quickly threw herself back, diving into the pile of treats, causing small pieces with colorful wraps to ricochet all across the tile flooring – some stopping right in front of Arceus' hooves, which he eyed with disbelief, mentally questioning how unhealthy one could possibly get.

But, then again, this was Mew.

The catlike Legendary stuck her head out of the pile, the endless amount of enamel-killing food around her hiding the rest of her body, and she grinned again when she met Arceus' unimpressed eyes. She grabbed a small lemon drop from the top of her head, holding it out in the direction of the qilinlike Pokemon. "You want some?"

Arceus slowly shook his head, feeling sick just at the mere mental image of her eating it all by herself. Of course, as she did so, he swallowed his gag and instead resurrected the earlier question he had yet to emit out loud. "Where did you get all of this?"

Mew stopped right when another chocolate bar was in the midst of entering her mouth, eyeing him with confusion. She soon brought the chocolate bar down, though, tapping her chin thoughtfully as she brought her gaze into the air in the act of pondering. Arceus quirked his eyebrow, wondering why she was taking so long to give him an answer. "Some place," she eventually replied, immediately continuing afterwards by feeding on the chocolate bar, ignoring how peanut bits were glued to the roof of her mouth from an encasement of caramel.

The God Pokemon frowned. "How can you not know where you got it from?"

Mew shrugged, remaining silent as she fed her vast stomach with the pile of candies all around her. Arceus felt suspicious, as if he knew she wasn't telling him the whole story, purposely avoiding mentioning any clues towards the correct answer by shoving sweets into her mouth until she couldn't even talk.

Eventually, he sighed in disappointment, not wanting to even bother. Instead, with the loss of his appetite at the sight of the slaughter of innocent sweets in front of him by a famished Mew, he pushed away the rest of his questions, his still-pounding head adding to his urge to ignore it all; or, as quoted continuously by Darkrai: 'Not give a flying damn'. The God Pokemon turned his back on Mew to walk the opposite way, though he was soon stopped by Mew's curious voice.

Arceus brought his eyes to the pink Legendary, expression returning to display exhausted annoyance. "I'm going to watch my stories."

AKA: his soap operas.

At first, Mew displayed slight nervousness as if not wanting him to do such a thing, but quickly shoved it away and returned to eating her sweets, hoping that the headline news wasn't on at the moment. Meanwhile, Arceus arched an eyebrow at this, but ignored it, leaving Mew to her business and making his way to the large TV that sat in the corner of the room – courtesy of Raikou, who had one day randomly found a way to install circuit outlets on some of the Hall's walls, which, of course followed with a plasma screen television set for all of the Legendaries' enjoyment. The cable and electricity was also from Raikou, and sometimes Zapdos when the grumpy hawk actually felt like contributing to something. Though Arceus found the machine to be only a symbol of the other Legendaries' childish needs to watch humans brawl, the qilinlike Pokemon had found his own amusement shortly after among noticing the existence of realitylike drama.

AKA: his soap operas.

With slight comfort gracing his expression, he tapped his hoof on the power button of the TV's remote, watching the black screen among the silver-colored box flicker immediately onto the channel he was looking for. "C'mon May," he then mumbled to himself, slight anticipation covering his voice, "you gotta tell Brendan your feelings before he slips into another coma."

Just as the said fictional characters appeared on the screen, the show changed into what looked like the opening to a news channel.

Oh crap, Mew thought as she poked her head out of her lessened pile of candy, biting her lip.

Arceus' eyes only blinked, though they soon narrowed as he grew interested in what had happened, leaning his head forward to peer closely at the screen. "We interrupt this episode of May's Anatomy," began the narrator, his firm voice fit for an anchorman, "to bring you this breaking news!"

Immediately the scene switched to a reporter, who was standing in front of what seemed to be a store, the blaring light of morning shining across his stern face as he brought a microphone up to his mouth. Simultaneously, the topic of the breaking news flashed across the bottom of the screen, highlighting four words in bold that summed the whole incident up:

Candy Store Robbed

As if on cue, Arceus' eyebrow began to twitch.

"I'm here at the community candy shop of Pallet Town, Kanto," the reporter began, serious eyes transfixed straightly into the camera, "where, as reported only minutes ago, a robbery has occurred." He stepped aside, revealing the whole shop, as well as the owner of it – a round man that seemed to be in his fifties kneeling down in front of the empty store, crying helplessly as if his whole life had been taken away right before his eyes. "Apparently, the culprit was able to sneak in when the shop owner went out back to gather supplies," the reporter continued, coming back into view, "and steal every single assortment of candy in a few seconds flat, escaping before the owner returned to discover that he had been picked clean.

"A suspect has yet to be identified. No one claimed to see anything out of the ordinary during the time where the crime was claimed to be committed. Investigators are still searching for clues, but they had commented themselves that whoever did this must either be incredibly skilled at thieving, or a sort of Pokemon with powers over such things as teleportation-"

Arceus twitched.

"-or a move capable of easy escape. We will keep you posted as the investigation progresses, and if you have any clues to who could've done this, please call-"

Arceus turned off the television before the reporter could finish, allowing the room to quiet down into an eerie silence. He remained uneventful after that, keeping his hidden gaze directed towards the ground, as if he had been changed into a motionless puppet. However, he soon snapped his head around, his face drenched with hatred as he roared out one word that brought Mew to freeze in her attempt of sneaking away before he noticed.

"MEW!"

Mew only watched in slight anxiousness as Arceus paced around in front of her, thinking of how to begin her vocal punishment like a strict father clueless on what to scold his disobedient child on. His eyebrows were furrowed, giving him the semblance that he was so angry he was at a loss for words, and Mew could only shrink lower into the floor, trying to hide behind thin air; though, it was obviously no use as Arceus stopped, boring his narrowed eyes into her wide ones. It was then when he finally emitted the start of his lecture. "Why did you steal that candy?" he snarled, coming closer, sharp teeth exposed. Mew squealed, hiding behind her paws, but soon revealed her expression of fear and slight regret as she replied with the only response she could come up with.

"I-I…w-was…hungry."

Arceus snorted, pulling back, shaking his head in an attempt to smother some of his anger so he at least wouldn't explode and scare the pink Legendary to death – though he was beginning to like the idea of doing so. She had just added another problem for him to worry about, and now occupying half of his thoughts were how they were going to fix this. He couldn't just ignore it and move on – that was completely against his Legendary ways. Perhaps, he thought, he could convince Jirachi to wish truckloads of candy upon the shop owner; maybe even more than he had before. Yeah, that would probably fix this whole mess.

The God Pokemon, lost in his thoughts, didn't notice Mew's next words. "I'm sorry, Arceus!" she pleaded, grasping the God Pokemon's surprised attention when she floated forward and kneeled before his hooves like a slave asking for forgiveness. "I thought the shop owner wouldn't mind – I thought he could just get some more! I'm sorry! Please forgive me! Please!" She clasped her paws together, looking more hopeless by the second as her bottom lip puckered outwards into the form of a baby's frown, and her tail lay across the ground in a limp, dead manner. Arceus didn't want to mutter even a sound since, remembering the last time, she had automatically assumed that he had agreed to allowing her to stay with him, and no doubt would one spoken word be misinterpreted once again.

However, he couldn't ignore her request for forgiveness. She just looked so miserable on the ground – like a dying person with nothing to lose, and he couldn't possibly stay mad at her, which would add to the bonfire that was her sensitivity. The last thing he needed was to be seen as a heartless being in her eyes when he was being forced to stay with her for the rest of the day, though her expression implied that she wouldn't mind it if he indeed scolded her, physically agreeing that she deserved it. Even then, though…

The God Pokemon found his expression lightening up as he gazed more and more into Mew's saddened face, which remained in position as if she wasn't giving up until he emitted some sort of acceptance to her apology. Arceus brought his gaze to the ground, knowing that his anger was completely gone and trying to resurrect it would be pointless. She had said sorry, and that's all she could do. Unless the shop owner wanted regurgitated candy, Mew had no way of giving it back. Besides, Arceus found an unexplainable urge to smile as he looked at Mew – she looked kind of cute all pouting the way she was. He soon shook these thoughts away, however, instead keeping his voice stern as he muttered out his next word with a deep, elongated sigh.

"Fine."

Almost instantly, Mew grinned in glee, obviously happy that Arceus had hinted to forget about it. The God Pokemon would indeed ask Jirachi the next morning to restore the shop owner's candy supply; but, until then, he simply turned his head away, not wanting his pride and elegance to crack under the loving gaze Mew was now throwing at him.

Until she hugged his face again, that is.

He blushed as he felt her softness touch his cheeks, her snout nuzzling right underneath his eye. He could feel his heart flutter, flying around in his chest as the cold feeling that had erupted throughout his stomach upon meeting her physical contact changed into a comforting sensation of warmth. Before he could realize it, he closed his eyes, smiling slightly, enjoying the feeling of her cheek caressing his affectionately – his troubles washing away from beneath her loving hold. He liked the feeling – it was a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.

They remained silent, smiling as they enjoyed each other's body heat. However, Mew soon pulled away, a red tint of what could be considered a blush covering her face as she twirled backwards in an obvious attempt to hide it. Arceus wasn't paying attention, though, too busy blushing himself to notice. Mew soon returned, her blush dissipating and her goofy grin returning as she floated by his face, which held a dazed expression.

Because he suddenly thought that - maybe - the rest of the day wouldn't be so bad.

He couldn't explain why he suddenly felt this way, but he didn't really care.

"Let's watch a movie!" Mew squealed, floating over to the stack of movies that rested beside the TV. Arceus only hummed in response, as if not minding anything she did anymore, sounding as if his troubles had disappeared into oblivion – never to bother him again.

It was such a good feeling.

Mew came over, her grin wide while a DVD was cradled between her two paws, and she held it out to his face so he could read the title of what she wanted to watch.

Cloverfield

Arceus suddenly frowned.

Nevermind.