A childish giggle. "What should we do now?"

An aggravated sigh. "I don't know, Mew."

Mew floated around Arceus, who had just finished cleaning his hooves from emesis and was now inspecting them in the overhead lights' shine, searching for any leftover splatters that perhaps had survived the vigorous washing in the bowl of water beside him. His eyes narrowed as he scrutinized them, appearing more determined than a jewel-crafter who was in the middle of cutting a priceless diamond. He soughed in relief, mentally reminding himself to check in the bathroom later and see if there was any sanitizer he could spray on them.

The God Pokemon pushed the bowl of water away, which had turned into a nauseating pool of colorful matter in the midst of his cleaning, and brought his gold eyes to Mew, who had been watching him rub his hooves spotless from her disgorged materials. She met his eyes, choosing then to show a nervous grin – it was obvious that he was still somewhat mad about the issue, and therefore she didn't want to resurrect her punishment when she had escaped out of experiencing it by the skin on her teeth. "Is there something you wanna do?" she asked, stuttering slightly as if hoping that the question would take Arceus' mind off of whatever Armageddon his face implied he was conjuring.

Arceus rolled his eyes in a frustrated manner, his anger dissipating since Mew had seemed unfazed by it. Instead he got up, as if contemplating on walking away, and, with a fatigued tone that fit a hopeless case, muttered, "I want to sleep, if you really must know."

Mew's face suddenly broke out into one of joy, laughter escaping her mouth as she twirled towards the qilinlike being's head. "But the day's just getting started!" she riposted, now floating in front of his face, in which his expression was firm and didn't even twitch out of its annoyed state. "How can you be tired?"

The God Pokemon's frown deepened. To answer her question, he wanted to explode, throwing in her face on how hectic she had made his life in the mere hours of staying with him. He wanted to remind her on how she had stolen from a candy store, and in the middle of consuming it all had prevented him from watching the newest episode of May's Anatomy – the season finale that probably wouldn't be on the air again for a while. After that, she had forced him to watch Cloverfield with her, which had ended disastrously with her throwing up all over his hooves from motion sickness, and him having to clean it off in the midst of gagging himself while suffering from the pain of his headache that had been amplified through how her inability to handle fear from a fictional situation had led him to crashing into one of the golden walls around them. He wouldn't be surprised if he now had a concussion bigger than her lodged in the middle of his brain.

But…no…he couldn't do that. It would be cruel; not to mention against his normal ways of being tolerant. He sighed again, though it only lightened his expression of frustration a little. "I'm exhausted, Mew," he finally answered in a tone filled with aggravation. The catlike Legendary had been hovering in front of his face, waiting for his response with curious, moon-sized eyes, and now that it had been emitted she blinked, taking in his words. She remained silent, and in the midst of this Arceus snorted in acceptance before turning around to head towards his bedroom, seeing her stillness as a sign that she agreed and would rightfully leave him be…

…or not.

"But it's only nine in the morning!" she suddenly retorted, her voice filled with its own hints of dissatisfaction. He stopped in place, cringing slightly since he knew she wouldn't've dropped the subject that easily, though he kept a face of reckoning as he turned his head to look at her. She was glaring at him with narrowed eyes, as if unimpressed that a God Pokemon could even give into his or her tiredness, despite that her expression then contorted into a look of bewilderment. "Or…is it nine at night…?" she wondered, placing her paw to her chin as she blinked in curiosity, confusing herself.

Arceus rolled his eyes again. It had been nine in the morning when she arrived at the Hall of Legends to stay with him, and, to her, time was always irrelevant, which was why she was clueless on telling it. "It's the afternoon, Mew," he simply scolded, narrowed eyes glancing towards the clock that hung on the wall behind the pink Legendary – the clock in which she was apparently oblivious to.

Mew snorted as she crossed her arms over her chest, raising her head as if she was a snooty person who had just been offended – a look quite ironic when her spunky behavior was considered. "Fine," she replied, short and firm, "it's nine in the afternoon then."

The God Pokemon frowned. "That doesn't make any sense."

He took a step back, eyes widening when Mew suddenly shot forward, stopping right before she slammed into his face. He blinked as her angered eyes bore into his. "Oh yeah?" she retorted in the same exact tone she had used when he had questioned her 'real world' theory. "Well, I'm a Legendary. I can make things make sense!" She crossed her arms and pulled back slowly, like an investigator moving away from a criminal in the middle of an interrogation.

Arceus blinked again, surprised by her defensive state. However, his frown soon returned along with the rest of his annoyed expression. He already knew that Mew tended to abuse her power, which was why he showed no faltering among lacking a comeback. Besides, she couldn't control time – that was Dialga's job. "Mew," he grunted, choosing to drop the subject to save himself the ulcer, "I need to sleep, so if you don't mind…" He turned around, continuing with walking towards the exit out of the meeting room so he could head off towards his quarters where he slept – rarely slept. Mew yet again remained silent, her semblance of 'looking for a fight' dissipating quickly as her face contorted into a visage of contemplation.

In the midst of this uneventful moment, Arceus' brows came together as he pondered for what would happen if he did leave Mew alone. Would she wreak havoc all over the place among the act of finding entertainment? Or - Arceus smiled as this positive possibility of his absence swept through his mind, igniting every inch of his relief - or would she, perhaps, leave the Hall in search of fun elsewhere? The God Pokemon couldn't help but twitch the ends of his lips into a small smile. It was obvious that Mew would do this, as she was needy for fun, mostly staying with Arceus because his company ensured some sort of satisfaction while Mewtwo and Deoxys finished whatever they had been doing in their cavern home. But…with him gone…she would have to go to a different place – maybe Celebi's – in order to be amused. This plan made so much sense that Arceus was ready to smack himself in the forehead for not thinking of it earlier -

"Wait, Arceus!"

- or around a time where Mew didn't have the ability to throw it all off and flush it down the toilet.

Arceus sighed, stopping in place as he had done before. He should've known that Mew wouldn't let him sleep, as then she would be bored – and no doubt did she think of the Hall of Legends as a refuge until it was safe to return home. Because of this, she was going to stay, forcing him to stay awake so she could have company in the midst of doing so. He was ready to yell, tell her that he wanted to sleep and nothing in her power could stop him. However, the past reason that consisted of his strange inability to refuse her will, evading the possible consequence of making her sad, was getting in the way; and was also the imaginary shackles around his hooves that made him reluctantly turn around, facing Mew as she began to float closer towards him.

She stopped when she was in front of his face, her expression displaying thoughtfulness, which clashed with his look of annoyance. "How about some music?"

Arceus' face fell into one of bewilderment. "What?"

"Music!" she answered, laughing as if liking her idea more and more every second. She twirled around his face, his eyes following her when she was in view, though he now displayed incomprehension as his aching head struggled to define her words – and what she was implying they should do in spite of them.

She didn't emit a following answer, as, after circling around his face a few more times to where he felt slightly dizzy, she floated off towards the room's TV, which had been moved to the corner after their viewing of Cloverfield. Ironically, behind the manmade device, there was another human contraption – a large stereo system that had been given to the Legendaries through Jirachi's wish-granting ability (and Arceus somehow knew that it had been Raikou who had convinced the star Legendary to fulfill such a need). The system sat on a large black table, each one of its shelves filled with stacked CDs that had been collected by the other Legendaries over time, including Darkrai's gothic rock bands, to Suicune's alternative. Arceus even had a few orchestra albums in the middle of the collection that had been brought to him as gifts, though he rarely listened to them due to his disagreement with loud sounds produced by any manmade group whatsoever.

"Music!" Mew repeated as she rolled the moveable table with the stereo system on it out into the open. Arceus whimpered slightly as he finally realized what she had meant, and the worst thing was was that he couldn't say 'no'. That simple word he had wanted to say to everything lately, but couldn't because it was his job to do it all, couldn't even be directed towards the catlike Legendary in front him that was now expecting him to listen to music – human music.

Which was the worse kind of all.

And simply because the other Legendaries tended to turn the volume up high, therefore blasting it throughout the Hall to the extent where Arceus, who was usually trying to sleep at those times, wouldn't be surprised if the inhabitants on Earth were able to hear it. Needless to say, it was quite weird when, for thunderstorms, you got some heavy metal song for the thunder rather than the actual…thunder.

Arceus dropped his head. Why? Just…why?

"Come on!" Mew urged, poking her head up to eye him as she searched the table's racks for a CD that would fit her mood. Arceus only shook his head in disappointment, somewhat annoyed that Mew seemed oblivious to his obvious depression and unwillingness to listen to whatever 'music' the catlike Legendary had in mind. She eventually emitted a squeak of glee when her large eyes caught sight of something that matched her fancy, and quickly picked it out from the collection before opening it up, taking out the CD, and slipping it into the machine as, with a press of the 'on' button, the black contraption lit up with green-colored lights. Then, placing the CD case to the side, she floated backward, waiting for the machine to read the music and start playing it through its speakers, which were larger than her and thus made Arceus only twitch in hopelessness.

Though, when the music actually started, its electroniclike tune surging through the air of the Hall at a loud rate, Arceus just groaned altogether.

Meanwhile, Mew squealed in excitement, landing on top of the stereo system as she began to dance. She brought her eyes to Arceus, then calling out over the stentorian music, "Come on, Arceus! Let's dance! It's a great way to wake up!"

Arceus only rose his narrowed gaze to her, though she was too preoccupied with dancing to notice his obvious aggravation. "Mew!" he yelled out, his frustration getting the best of him as he longed for his headache to go away, in which the loud music wasn't helping with this task. "Turn it down!"

Mew didn't seem to hear him as she continued to move her body to the music.

Arceus snarled, infuriated. "MEW!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, hoping that Mew would hear him – otherwise he might just lose it. "TURN THAT RACKET DOWN!"

To him, the music was everything but music – nowhere near the melodic tune the sounds of nature could bring to one's ears. Of course, Mew paid no attention this, still dancing on top of the stereo system.

Arceus was ready to roar and blow everything in front of him away to oblivion. However, he didn't follow through on that, but instead began to walk forward, straining in doing so as if the music was loud enough to push him back. His head was ready to explode, his eyes narrowed into slits, while his fangs were clenched together so tightly that the sharp ends of them were making indents into each other. He snarled again, Mew unaware of his approach as she flailed her tiny arms around, continuing to dance to the barbaric lyrics of the song.

To his small relief, he eventually reached the music-playing machine, jabbing his hoof forward and hitting the 'stop' button, which caused the song to abruptly pause, the air to go dead silent, and Mew to stumble over herself, having been heedless to the God Pokemon's movements. She tripped over her footing, falling off of the machine and landing on the tiled floor with a small plop. She moaned in slight discomfort, rubbing her backside since she had broke her fall with it, and in the middle of it all rose her head to eye Arceus with curious eyes.

She met his furious gaze.

And gulped.

"W-what?" she asked, shivering in fright, Arceus' deadly glare so intimidating that she had lost all sense of firmness – and fun, for that matter. "Y-you don't l-l-like it?"

Arceus snorted, knowing that she was playing dumb simply because she was already aware that he hated human music – though she had forgotten this in the midst of her craving to dance to a catchy tune. He continued to growl as he stepped back, allowing her to get up and float upwards until she was right in front of his face. "I don't like that screeching humans dare call 'music'," he reminded her, tone strict and scolding. "Not that 'rock', not that 'metal', not that 'punk', not that 'emo', not that 'screamo', not that 'electronica', and most definitely not that 'hip hop'!"

Mew cringed, mentally noting that Arceus must've learned the various genres of music through conversations between the other Legendaries. This didn't ease any exhaustion however; it only seemed to make the God Pokemon angrier. She swallowed the stinging lump in her throat, trying to revert her eyes away from his.

At the sight of her saddened state, Arceus found himself faltering. His visible hatred gave into a look of guilt, as if he had just realized what he had done – how he had screamed at her with such harshness that it looked like he was the devil rather than God. Slowly, he stepped back, sighing heavily in the process, mentally cussing himself out for being so strict. Sure he was tired, and sure he hated human music, but none of his pet peeves were worth seeing Mew disheartened, as he had figured before when she had first arrived at the Hall of Legends, looking for a place to stay. He calmed himself down, his voice now soft, though still firm, as if belonging to an expecting father who felt sinful for scolding his innocent child. "It's okay…Mew…"

Mew rose her eyes, which were slightly glossy, obviously surprised by his sudden change of heart. He turned his golden eyes to the floor as she remained silent, feeling no comfort, which was why his voice then followed with: "You can listen to music…just something not so loud."

As if those were the direct words needed to make her feel happy again, the catlike Legendary squealed, regaining her look of pure glee. Arceus sighed again, despite that he forced himself to not give into his urge to smile at the happy expression upon Mew's face. Instead, he watched her as she slowly floated over to the stereo system, putting the CD inside back in its case, returning it to its slot among the collection before picking out another one. "Maybe you'll like this one?" she suggested, showing the case to him, in which he eyed it with solemn eyes, wanting to beg to differ that he would like any music composed by humans.

But instead he forced himself to give a reluctant shrug.

Mew nodded slightly, as if relieved that he at least somewhat approved. She turned around and entered the CD into the machine, the contraption flashing with life as it read the disk's contents. Then the music began to play, some variant of the pop genre.

Arceus quirked his eyebrow, though he still appeared annoyed. However, this lightened slightly when Mew landed in front of him, directing her arms to the side as she then asked, "Wanna dance?"

The God Pokemon frowned. Surely no one would dare ask him to do such a childish thing as dancing, though this was Mew talking, who was thoughtful and believed she could convince a pack of murderous Rhydon to help promote a greener Earth if she wanted to. The most obvious of responses from his end would be 'no' – the one word he couldn't manage to say in any other situation; but now he would rightfully say it, even if just to save his dignity. Then again, when he looked into her moon-sized eyes, remembering how sad she had appeared in the previous times of him being furious at her, he felt guilt rise up within his chest – definitely with the recent event where she had motioned as if she was on the verge of crying. He hated seeing that look on her, and, needless to say, was ready to do anything if its reward was to take that emotion away from her for good.

Because of this, Arceus couldn't say 'no' – even if this was the only scene where he felt like he could. Instead, he sighed again, agreeing with himself that, still feeling guilty for the previous incident, he owed her. "Will it make you happy?" he muttered, deciding not to say 'yes' altogether just for the sole purpose of avoiding sounding tender.

Mew grinned. "Yes."

Arceus narrowed his eyes, though he then nodded, slow and reluctant.

As if on cue, Mew squealed, twirling around him while Arceus began to regret his choice. Of course, he didn't have time to think about it before Mew grabbed one of his front hooves and pulled him forward until he was right beside her. Then, she took her place next to him, placing her paws in front of her as the music continued to play behind them. "Follow what I do," she told him, and he grunted, still sounding reluctant, hoping that all of this wouldn't be as disastrous as his thoughts were predicting it would be. She smiled as she pointed her paw forward, starting the dance routine.

He followed her command, keeping a strict expression as he did the same with his hoof.

She nodded, chuckling slightly before bringing her paw back, and then sticking out the opposite one.

He mimicked, despite how much he didn't want to.

She pulled her paw back in, bringing them both to rest at her sides as she rocked her head to the left, taking one step that way to match.

He inspected her with narrowed eyes, though he soon followed, finding it a little hard since he was a quadruped.

Humming with acceptance, she twirled around in a circle.

He followed.

She grinned. "That's a start," she then said, aware that Arceus had never much danced before. Arceus met her eyes, arching an eyebrow, despite that his expression still displayed an annoyed look towards the dance the catlike Legendary had apparently conjured for the song's occasion. He blinked when she suddenly clapped her paws together. "Now, let's put it together," she explained, as if tutoring him, "but only move faster."

She started her command off, beginning with the placement of her paws forward, then rocking her head as she moved to the side - before twirling around and then repeating the process. Arceus grunted slightly, eyeing his hooves to make sure he was doing it right when he followed, the two Legendaries soon moving in synch with the music, as well as with each other. All of the God Pokemon's worries and stress disappeared – cloaked behind the veil of concentration he felt towards mimicking Mew.

However, as Arceus danced with Mew, or what he thought was dancing, he found his brows slowly rising, his frown dissipating into a curious line as a strange feeling filled his gut.

What he was doing…

…it was actually sort of…

…fun.

Before he could realize it, he had smiled, dancing with Mew, and displaying satisfaction in the midst of it all. Noticing this, Mew grinned in glee, turning to him so they could dance while facing each other, which was when she added a shaking of the shoulders to the equation of movement they had both invented. Arceus' smile grew slightly larger as he followed, moving in synch with her to the music – which, actually, when he thought about it, wasn't that bad.

Soon after, both him and Mew were dancing like participators in a club's disco room. Mew twirled around, performing the 'robot' style of dance, while Arceus grinned and mirrored her. They pulled back, in the process laughing as if they didn't have a care in the world, still dancing in synch with both the music and each other, appearing as if they had been doing so for years. Soon enough, Arceus found himself able to sing along with the song entirely, memorizing its lyrics as it played continuously on the stereo system, and because of this he and Mew had begun to mouth the words as they emitted from the said machine, laughing in the process. Needless to say, the God Pokemon easily fit the description of an engorged fan at a rock concert.

He never remembered ever having so much fun!

Eventually, Mew and Arceus found themselves lying on their backs upon the tiled floor, breathing heavily from all the dancing they had done. The song continued to play in the background, but Arceus didn't mind – he liked it! Instead, he laid there, meeting Mew's gaze as she cocked her head to look at him, which was when they both burst out laughing, soon sitting up afterwards when their stomachs began to ache.

"You know," Mew began once she had somewhat escaped from her laughing spree, "in the music video to this song, the band members were throwing pies at each other."

Arceus freed himself from his cachinnation, and despite the fact that the music had helped aid him in taking his mind off of his hectic life, he couldn't help but find such a theme somewhat...childish. "Pies?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "How immature can you ge-"

He was cut off when something cold and gooey slammed into his face, the white substance sliding down his cheek, sticking to his fur, and filling his nose with the smell of banana cream. He turned his eyes downward when he heard the leftovers plop on the tile below, and put on a face of bewilderment when he noticed the familiar aluminum bin that usually held…

…a pie?

Confused, he turned his head in Mew's direction, in which the thrown pie had come from. His eyes widened when he noticed that she was smirking at him – behind her a stack of at least thirty banana cream pies, which hadn't been there seconds ago and therefore he immediately asked, "Mew, where'd you get those-"

A pie to the face.

He growled slightly as he rubbed off the squishy material, now glaring at Mew, who was giggling at the sight of pie innards tangled with his facial fur. This aggravated him more, though he only hissed, "You didn't steal those from a bakery, did you-"

Another pie to the face.

"In Alpha and Omega's names, Mew-"

Another pie.

"If you don't-"

Another pie.

"I swear I am going to-"

Another pie.

"If you stole those-"

Another pie - and a giggle.

It wasn't long before Mew started to throw them one-by-one at the God Pokemon, in which he was soon hidden away by a cloak of banana cream pies as he disappeared behind their gooey coating and aluminum bins. Mew broke out into laughter, holding her stomach as it began to ache again. She had teleported off while he was in the midst of degrading, and had come back in the split of a second after retrieving a large amount of pies. Then, to the beat of the song that was still playing in the background, began to throw them at the qilinlike being.

Of course, she suddenly regretted this when Arceus burst out of the piles of pies he had been trapped underneath, glaring at Mew with pure hatred drenching his narrowed eyes. He breathed heavily in a hulky manner, towering over Mew like a monster who gazed down upon its victim before consuming them. Mew squeaked, backing away, nearly tipping over a stack of pies when her back pushed against it. No longer did his pie-covered countenance amuse her, as it now only reminded her of a nightmare she had had one night after eating every chocolaty Swiss role in the Hall's kitchen. She contemplated on getting on her knees, begging for forgiveness and telling him that she had just been caught in the spur of the moment, and had gotten the pies from the Hall's kitchen's fridge, which had been filled with them since Entei liked to bake in his free time.

But, of course, her voice was lodged in her throat, and she remained silent as Arceus took a step forward, his face darkened with hatred. When he suddenly lunged towards her, she snapped her eyes shut, refusing to look Death in the face for when it came.

Nothing happened.

However, she soon felt a gooey substance slam into the side of her face, and upon recognizing the substance's feel and smell, she opened her eyes and licked some banana cream from the edge of her lip. Confused, she turned to Arceus, who was looking at her, eyes still narrowed, though a smirk had replaced his frown.

And a pie balanced itself on the edge of his raised hoof.

She blinked in realization, though was soon met in the face with another pie, which threw her back with her fur stuck together from the creamy material. She rose her eyes, catching sight of Arceus reaching for another pie, and she immediately squeaked again, despite that she was now smiling upon seeing the God Pokemon fight fire with fire – or, in this case, pie with pie.

She dodged another thrown pie before reaching for her own, tossing it towards the God Pokemon, which it hit him straight in the face. However, he only laughed in amusement, shaking any of the gooey substance from his eyes before firing his own shot. Mew continued to teleport to the kitchen to retrieve more 'ammo', and Arceus used whatever pies he could get his hooves on from the batches she brought back.

Needless to say, it wasn't long before the meeting room was covered in banana cream – it slid down from the walls, dripped from the ceiling, and made the floor slippery and squishy. Arceus soon dug his way out of it all, looking around and inspecting the place, grimacing slightly upon noticing how pie matter covered everything. Meanwhile, Mew revealed herself beside him, both of them having buried themselves in the midst of their pie fight, unaware that it would eventually lead to the mess all around them.

Mew turned to him, every place on her body covered with banana cream. Arceus, also pie-covered, met her gaze, showing repugnance, though when they both inspected their bodies they burst out laughing, breaking the tension with their chuckles. Such a thing as laughing in this type of situation was oxymoronic for Arceus, as, usually, he would be yelling at everything and damning whoever had done it to the fiery pits of the Underworld. However, he could only continue to laugh, finding the moment hilarious, as Mew was doing. For some reason, when he had done such childish things with Mew, he didn't feel so foolish for it – he just felt entertained and worry-free, which he hadn't felt in a long time. It was almost a miracle, the exact same feeling he felt whenever Mew…hugged him…

He blushed slightly at this thought.

"So…we should probably clean this up, huh?"

Arceus blinked, escaping his thoughts and reddened face as he turned to eye Mew, who had broken away from her laughter and was now gazing at him with truthful eyes. He was surprised that she had stated the matter before he had, as most of the time she was the one to bail before having to perform whatever consequence came with her actions. He returned his eyes to the scene, quirking his eyebrow upon inspecting it, as well as thinking of an idea that would perhaps make the job a little less tedious.

"We do have to clean," he muttered in a deadpan tone, eyes closed as if lecturing. Mew sighed in discontent, oblivious to how Arceus opened one eye, a smile following as he then added, "But who says we can't be entertained while doing so?"

Mew blinked in bewilderment, turning her head to look at him as he made his way across the pie-covered flooring and over to the stereo machine, which had been turned off in the midst of their pie fight. He hit the 'play' button, and that same pop song began to emit from the speakers, bringing Mew to grin in glee, floating towards Arceus as he turned to face her with a smirk.

Then, moving their bodies slightly to the rhythm, they began to clean.