Dawn soon fell upon the land, dubbing its contents in the golden hues of morning glory as its feral inhabitants shook themselves awake from their slumber and jumped out of their havens to prepare themselves for the day. Carnivorous Pokemon headed out for an early hunt, the herbivores of the population lingering by the grassy fields or berry bushes where they could obtain their required nourishment, some bringing food back to their offspring who were still too young to go out on their own.

Humans woke up as well, yawning before rising from their beds and starting the day away with the usual cup of coffee and the morning newspaper that had been placed on their doorstep an hour before. Others, busy workfolk whose jobs ran their lives, rushed out their doors and towards the business buildings that traced the borderlines of the downtown area of whatever city they happened to live in. Trainers pampered their Pokemon for a long day of battling; coordinators repeated beauteous words of encouragement to theirs; and Nurse Joys fed their Chansey and other non-human assistants as they opened up the Pokemon Centers for another day of helping and healing.

The world seemed to wake up as the sun came to life before its eyes; and, expected to follow the common routine, was none other than the God Pokemon himself.

…For once, he didn't.

Snores emitted from Arceus' hanging jaw as he lay sprawled out across his bed in a very ungodly position. His hooves were in the air as he rested on his back, drool dribbling down from his opened lips as he smacked them together every now and then in the midst of dreaming, rolling to his side – only to go back to his prior position a split second after. He pawed at the air, mumbling out incoherent gurgles that sounded like a repeat of the archly rules all Legendaries needed to follow, and with the sole fact that they were sprouting from his lips in a drunken manner as he slept like an exhausted partier, not even the thought itself could take him seriously. He usually never slept like this, as even in his dormancy he would have to keep one eye open and his thoughts in motion in order to hold, in reach, the problems he would be forced to sustain the following morning.

However, now he had no such things to worry about; thus, he gave into his tiredness altogether and let his fatigued body do what it wanted without having to maintain a consistent posture of serious elegance.

And whether or not this was a good thing, the amusing sight itself was a reward all on its own.

The God Pokemon continued to snore, drooling in the wake, mumbling out a reminder to no one in particular that childishness was intolerable and a crime punishable of exile. He slurred, rolling onto his side, the brightness of the room that reflected the morning outside causing his brows to furrow in annoyance. Of course, he paid no heed to it, instead sleeping as if he hadn't slept in several years, continuing to roll to the side as he changed positions every few seconds, snuggling his head underneath his hooves in an attempt to preserve the relaxing sight of uneventful darkness. He smacked his lips together, a smile forming on his face as an image of a familiar catlike Legendary materialized in his blurry dreams.

"Mew…" he cooed, sighing in relief at the sight of her moon-sized eyes and even larger grin. His hooves lowered from his head, folding in against his side as if he was embracing something, and the mere memory of Mew's plushlike pink fur inspired affection to deluge his chest and make his heart flutter around like a dopey teenager in love. His smile grew soft, his head burying itself into the pillow, his dream shape-shifting the cushion into Mew's cuddly body, which was why he gently caressed the headrest with his furry cheek. He let out another sigh of geniality, blushing slightly in the midst of it, rolling over one last time-

He fell off the bed.

His eyes shot open and he emitted a squeak as he landed on the hard ground with a plop, raising his now-aching head so he could rub his hoof against its sore surface. He groaned in pain, his eyes sealing shut, though they soon opened again, radiating with grogginess as he attempted to recognize the room that surrounded him. The blurriness that enshrouded his eyesight dissipated slowly like a tumor eating away at itself, and therefore he soon blinked as he gazed upon the sleeping dormitories of the Hall of Legends, its air bright and crisp alongside the early morning. For a few seconds he displayed bewilderment, his waking mind trying to remember what happened the previous day as he gazed at the edge of the bed where he had - accidentally - rolled off.

After spending a few seconds staring into space, bewilderment lingering among his expression, the qilinlike being soon blinked in realization when memories of the prior day's events erupted throughout his mind like the explosion of a nuclear bomb. He rose to his stiff hooves, then scanning his gold eyes over the surface of his bed, as well as the whole room in general – searching for the very pink-furred organism that had bunked with him yesterday and, when night came, fell asleep against his side, inspiring her figure to appear in his peaceful dreams. "Mew?" he called, but no response came, which convinced his confusion to amplify. He walked forward, stepping past the pillows that had fallen off the bed alongside him, thoughts of where the catlike Legendary could've disappeared to filling his mind – blocking out the mental worries that usually plagued him as soon as he got up every morning. He called for her again, the pride always associated with his voice being dimmed from the curiosity that currently drenched it.

As before, no response came, leaving the sleeping dormitories of the Hall of Legends eerily deserted.

With a frown now covering his lips, Arceus emerged into the meeting room, repeating Mew's name, his voice echoing throughout the hollow air of the cathedral-sized area. It appeared lonely as it dissipated outwards like dying pleads for help, though Arceus' expression only displayed confusion as he walked forward, sailing his eyes over the empty room, suddenly feeling inferior. He grunted in slight annoyance, emitting Mew's name one last time – now with a tone of suspiciousness, expecting this to be another prank in the catlike Legendary's arsenal of giggles and kicks. He shot a glance behind him, preparing himself to see the pink-furred being sneaking up on him from the back, her infamous grin of a schemer's deviousness covering half of her small face.

No one was there.

Arceus allowed his muscles to relax, though they didn't feel relieved once he realized that Mew was nowhere to be seen. She had vanished from the Hall altogether, and as he thought more and more about this, he began to wonder where she had gone and…why?

Unless…

The qilinlike being blinked at the idea.

Unless she left to go home before he woke up.

Arceus raised his eyes to examine his surroundings one more time; this possibility made more and more sense with each passing second. Mew had asked to stay with him yesterday, and so with the fact that it was now over it seemed plausible that she would follow her deal of leaving. However, there was also something in the said theory that drove Arceus to neglect it – usually Mew always said goodbye before leaving someone; it was an attribute of her kind nature, which was why Arceus found it out-of-character of her to have ignored such a personality trait. Even if she had left while he was sleeping, she would've woken him up…or left a note…or something. If she just departed with no encore…it just didn't seem like her. Arceus would know; the grumpy Legendaries of the council never ceased their endless ranting about it!

The God Pokemon returned his eyes to the ground. Or…maybe she really did just leave. Maybe, this time, she left with no encore or last words, being delinquent towards her usual ways. Maybe she left without a sound because she knew how needy of sleep he was. Despite that the latter 'Maybe…' was probable due to Mew's benevolence, and Arceus would be grateful towards such a thing if that was indeed the case, the qilinlike Legendary only frowned, staring at his figure as its lonesome self was reflected off the golden floor tiles. He looked disheartened, the bright color of his eyes dimming, drowning beneath the despondency that was slowly filling his chest – and all because of the basis that now lay before him.

Mew was gone.

He didn't know why he felt so sad at the conclusion that he and Mew's day together was over; he would be able to see Mew every day if he wanted to, as they were Legendaries who coexisted with all the others. However, the fact that their deal as official 'best buddies' had ended was enough to depress him anyway. When she first got there at the start of the previous day, pleading for a place to stay while Mewtwo and Deoxys were doing whatever they were accused of doing, the following hours had been pure chaos. To Arceus, he had never felt more stressed out in his life, and having to watch and occupy Mew helped such a manner in no way shape or form. To Mew, she had seen the situation as a gateway to fun, ruining any chances Arceus had of maintaining sanity with her ideas of amusement and types of sugary alimentary that later provoked disgorged materials to cover the disgusted God Pokemon's hooves.

While Mew spent the day being boisterous, Arceus spent it wishing he wasn't the creator of the universe.

However, towards the end of the day, Mew had somehow made him see that life wasn't just work and stress; it was also fun and enjoyable. He had been blinded to such a concept due to the peer pressure of living up to the godly being everybody always expected him to be, and Mew had showed him that even Legendaries didn't have to be serious twenty-four-and-seven. He had believed that there was never any time for personal relaxation and the Legendaries who said otherwise were immature beings who didn't take their work seriously. Now, though, his views on the world had changed in one day – and all because of Mew; the Pokemon whom he had once deemed childish when she was really only living life to the fullest, not allowing her responsibilities to run her days like a cancer-inflicted human condemned to bed.

Like he was.

Arceus sighed in a longing manner, eyes examining how the lines of age that used to cover his face had disappeared – the stress that created them in the first place having dissipated when Mew's obsession with fun got to him. It had done wonders to his character in general; straightening his posture; brightening his hooves and mid-body arch; and many other things that would destructively clash together against the figure he had maintained before Mew spent the day with him and brought him into liking something he always forced himself to be intolerant towards.

She had cured his cancer and gotten him out of bed. She had burned the book of strict rules he had devoted himself to live by. She had unlocked the emotional shackles of imperturbableness that had environed him into a life of austere divinity. He had once envied to have the happiness that the other Legendaries had, and Mew had shown him that it had been there all along, hiding underneath his sovereign glare that was now a gaze of relieved goldenrod. For all of this – for the fact that she had changed his perspective on the world and its charitable features – he was eternally grateful.

And also missing her.

The God Pokemon let out another sigh, turning to the clock that hung on the wall behind him. He wanted to see Mew again, and though he would be able to spot her during meetings and such, it was obvious she would then move back in with her brother and Deoxys; so where would that leave him - alone in the Hall of Legends just like before? Though Arceus once fancied such an idea, it now depressed him even more, and this thought orbited around his head as he focused his eyes on the clock. Eyeing the time, he pushed the matter away for now, seeing as how the morning meeting was going to commence in another half-hour, filling the conference room with awake and talkative Legendaries for when they arrived-

The doors into the room suddenly opened.

Immediately portraying confusion, Arceus pivoted around to glance at the doors into the conference area, which were ajar and revealed empty halls of gold behind them. Silence dominated everything, and as Arceus quirked his eyebrow at the fact that no one seemed to be around, the idea that the doors opened themselves brought the God Pokemon to scoff away the preposterousness of it and move forward to shut the doors just for the heck of it. Must've just been the draft, he mentally figured, though his nose soon scrunched up at the senseless theory that a small breeze could've pushed the two heavy, metallic doors open. Then again, he was in no mood to question physics, as being alone in the conference room, waiting for the meeting to start, was filling him with flashbacks of the past. Since Mew had spent a day with him and left, it now felt like he hadn't been in an isolated position prior to that in several years.

Grunting, Arceus shut the doors, still finding the moment random and surreal. Then, he stood there, watching loneliness thrive before him in the deserted conference room that felt more dead than anything else. At the sight of this, a foreign feeling rose within his chest – a feeling he had once been unable to identify because the things associated with it had been practices he would never follow. But now that Mew had brought him to do some of these very acts, the sensation suddenly made sense.

Boredom.

The God Pokemon was bored out of his skull. With no Mew, there was nothing to do. He didn't realize until now how uneventful his life had been before their day together, which was why he was needy for company – something also alien to him since he had once preferred solitariness.

He sighed.

However, Arceus blinked as he felt a presence suddenly appear behind him, having figured that someone had entered the room through the opened doors. He could hear the soft breathing of the being as they approached in a slow manner, and therefore the God Pokemon put on a defensive look, snapped around, and prepared to face whoever it was.

His tough expression fell at the sight of a certain catlike Legendary.

Needless to say, Arceus had to calm himself down before he put on a childish grin and lunged forward to hug the said pink-furred being as she floated before him. "Mew!" he breathed, brightness returning to his eyes and posture – though once he realized how hyper he sounded, he let out a coarse cough to cover it up and quickly regained his proud composure. Just because he was happy to see her didn't mean he had to act like an idiot. "Mew," he repeated, keeping his tone firm this time, "where did you go?" He couldn't help but frown. "When I woke up, you weren't here…"

Mew raised her eyes from the tiled ground, meeting his gold gaze. He pulled back slightly at the tiredness that drowned her orbs with red, scrawny lines. Even her floating seemed frail, her long tail hanging limply as she kept her paws behind her back.

Despite that he was thrilled that she had returned, Arceus displayed worry for her state, stepping forward slightly, trying to determine why she seemed so…

…tired.

"Mew?" he murmured. "Are you okay-?"

Right before he could finish his question, Mew pulled her hands out from behind her back, revealing a yellow package in which its paper wrappings were tied together with a scarlet ribbon. Arceus arched an eyebrow as the catlike Legendary, without a sound, lowered herself to the ground and placed the presentlike object in front of him – like a peace offering between two tribe chieftains. "Here," she stated as she returned to floating, rubbing lingering tiredness from her eyes. Her tone was still happy and carefree, though it sounded dimmed as well.

Arceus switched his eyes between the package and Mew, wondering what this was all about.

"I just wanted to thank you for everything you did for me," Mew explained, eyes brightening slightly in both affection and gratefulness. "You watched out for me for when I needed help, so I owe you." She yawned, appearing so fatigued Arceus' own eyelids grew heavy. "I spent all night searching for stray money on the streets of cities so I could buy this for you. I would've had Jirachi wish it for me, but I felt that with the whole candy incident…I needed to get this on my own." She let out a sigh, meeting his eyes. "And I put the money on the store's counter before I left with the gift, Scout's Honor," she announced, raising one paw and putting the other over her heart.

Just with the way her exhaustion hinted hard work, Arceus believed her. Also, he was proud of Mew's mature actions – pledging responsibility for her past mistakes and working hard to prove that she was worthy enough to make up for them. Not to mention the fact that she did it all to repay him with a gift, and though he wanted to laugh at her words and tell her how much he wanted to thank her for everything she did for him, he held it in as curiosity for what she had gotten him dominated his thoughts.

She floated back slightly. "Go on," she egged, grinning. "Open it."

Arceus hummed in bewilderment, but nonetheless followed her command and gently unwrapped the ribbon that was tied around the box, the yellow paper encasing it falling away as well. Then, he lifted the lid, pushing aside the strings of purple tissue paper that rested inside, cocking his head slightly as he lifted the four-sided gift she had gotten him out of the box.

Holding it between his two hooves, he examined it with studying eyes as its cover illuminated itself in the overhead lights.

On the front was a group of humans, a woman who had uniquely-shaped brunette hair standing in front alongside a man, his raven-colored locks hidden away by a spiky albino hat. Posing seriously, their matching eyes were set to be transfixed on whoever was gazing at the cover, the other humans behind them doing the same, various Pokemon also consisting the group. They were all dressed in attire fit for doctors, the background portraying a dark, faded image of what looked like a hospital's emergency room; and as Arceus' eyes began to widen in realization, he noticed the white words on the bottom that confirmed his suspicions of what it was:

-o- May's Anatomy -o-

Seasons 1 – 4

His breathing stopped.

"I thought that with how I ruined your chances of seeing the new episode yesterday," Mew quickly explained, appearing nervous as Arceus stared at the DVD case in his hooves with stunned eyes, "I could get you all of the seasons that were currently out on DVD. That way, maybe you could watch it until the new season comes out…"

It was silent and uneventful after Mew spoke, and she gulped in nervousness, wondering why Arceus wasn't saying anything. The God Pokemon only continued to stare, soon lowering the DVD case to the ground so he could turn his eyes to Mew, their widened state indefinable.

When he suddenly lunged forward, Mew squeaked, throwing her arms up over her face.

However, she stopped shivering when she felt his warm hooves snatch her tiny figure and pull her forward until her face met the soft fur that covered his chest.

He was…hugging her?

Indeed, that's what he was doing, and he ducked his head until his mouth was right by her ear – so close she could sense the shaky joy that served as his tone. "Thank you, Mew," he whispered. "Thank you for everything."

Mew blinked, her mind still comprehending what had just happened. Of course, when it all sorted itself out before her, she smiled in relief, burying her head against his warm, plushlike fur. Usually she would've pulled away by now, shooting him a childish grin and emitting brags to go with it. This time, though, she did no such thing, instead enjoying the feeling of his silky fur cushioning her body as they tightened their embrace, her paws coming forward to hold him even closer – if that was possible anymore. They stayed like that for the next few minutes, making no sounds or movements as they relished in each other's warmth.

Suddenly, the doors into the conference room burst open yet again, and Mew and Arceus pulled away from each other almost instantly as the other Legendaries of the council poured into the area like liberated water from a broken dam. In the midst of seeing the vast amount of new presences, Arceus shot a look towards the clock, which showed that the usual scheduled time for the morning meetings was five minutes away. Meanwhile, as Mew eyed and waved to the Legendaries who were still entering the room in a somewhat-organized manner, she squealed in fear when two familiar genetic beings came into view, convincing her to duck behind Arceus' figure, shaking like the end of an Ekans' tail. Arceus arched an eyebrow at her weird behavior.

Though, once he saw Mewtwo and Deoxys walk by side-by-side, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred recently, he understood why.

Mewtwo sailed his amethyst eyes over the godly crowd that had gathered in the conference room, taking their usual seats among the jury stands. Arceus hummed in suspiciousness as he eyed the manmade Legendary, Mew continuing to shiver in disturbed shock against his side, which brought the God Pokemon to roll his eyes at the moronic situation altogether. Deciding to finally solve this once and for all, Arceus stepped forward, Mew trying to hide herself behind him as he approached Mewtwo and Deoxys.

"Mewtwo," the God Pokemon greeted in a firm manner, the said clone pivoting around to face him.

"Arceus," Mewtwo replied with a respectful nod, his telepathic voice deep and gothic, as usual. As Deoxys waved, Mewtwo's eyes shifted to the shivering form behind Arceus, his brows furrowing once he recognized who it was. "Mew!" the clone growled, causing Mew to squeak in surprise and tumble out into the opening. "Where have you been? Deoxys and I hadn't seen you at all yesterday."

Mew only yipped, cowering underneath her brother and Deoxys' glares as if they both were serial killers. She quickly scurried to hide behind Arceus again, and the God Pokemon rolled his eyes one last time, still finding Mew's usual tendency to exaggerate somewhat annoying. However, he pushed it aside as he attempted to solve the mystery which had brought Mew to bunk with him in the first place. "Mewtwo," Arceus repeated, keeping his tone straightforward and without emotion, "did you and Deoxys fornicate at any time during the day prior to this one?"

For a split second, Mewtwo's eyes nearly bulged out of his head, and Deoxys blushed heavily. "W-what?" the manmade Legendary stumbled, also blushing, his semblance of shocked nervousness clashing together with his usual imperturbable personality. Such an accusation had caught him off-guard, which was a rare sight to see. "T-that's preposterous!" he suddenly snarled, Arceus only grunting, having figured as much as Mewtwo added, "Mating is not allowed on the Legendary council!" Deoxys nodded in agreement as fast as she could, still blushing while her love interest finished with: "So Deoxys and I would never engage into copulative enterprises whatsoever!"

"But I saw you!" Mew suddenly spoke up, floating in-between Arceus and Mewtwo, her expression of fright replaced with one of defense. "You two were on top of each other and your arms and legs and stuff were all tangled up…and stuff." She snorted, crossing her paws over her chest.

Mewtwo blinked, trying to comprehend what she was talking about – and trying to think of the moment she was possibly misinterpreting. When it suddenly came to him, he groaned in annoyance, placing his hand to his head. Deoxys seemed to remember it as well, because she chuckled slightly at the thought, bringing Mew to display confusion and Arceus to frown. "Yesterday, when Deoxys and I returned to our cave after realizing that Team Rocket was still dormant," Mewtwo explained, his voice dragging with slight embarrassment, "I assisted we relax and spend the rest of the day off. However…" He glared at Deoxys. "Deoxys suggested that we do something…'fun'" – he made the quotation symbol with his fingers – "which she believed involved a game of-"

"Twister!" Deoxys suddenly cut in, laughing in the midst of it.

"Yes," Mewtwo sighed with impatience – and an eye roll. "Twister. Deoxys said she wouldn't let me read until I played a round with her." He grunted. "How she was able to get me involved in that inferior human source of entertainment was beyond me; I suppose I was simply maintaining more generosity than normal that day."

Mew poked her head up. "Twister?" she repeated, blinking at the thought, and her eyes brightened in realization. "Oh, so that's what that white mat with colorful spots on it was…"

Silence, then:

"…Whoopsie."

Mew rubbed the back of her head in a bashful manner, blushing in the process at her 'little' misinterpretation. "My bad," she added, convincing Deoxys to arch an eyebrow, not amused, while Mewtwo slapped his forehead, expecting no less from his childish sister. Eventually, Mew turned to Arceus, chuckling slightly in the wake. "That was an awkward mistake, eh Arceus? Oh well, at least we got to spend a day together anyway-"

She stopped when she noticed that Arceus was twitching like a psychopath on the verge of breakdown.

"Um…Arceus?" she asked, coming closer, concern radiating from her features. "You okay?"

No response.

Then, like a murderous puppet brought to life in those horror movies from the 80s, the God Pokemon slowly pivoted his head towards Mew, eyeing her with widened, demented eyes that made the catlike Legendary gulp and begin to back away sluggishly. Even Mewtwo and Deoxys held their breaths in intimidation as Arceus advanced towards Mew in a suspenseful manner that would rival a disturbed serial killer's. "A-Arceus?" Mew squeaked, continuing to float back as Arceus approached. "Le-let's talk about this…okay?"

No response.

"Arceus?" she whimpered, her skin paling. "It was a simple m-misunderstanding! I-I can make up for it – I promise!"

No response.

Mew squealed, cowering into a ball and falling to the floor when Arceus suddenly lunged forward.

However, as before, she didn't feel the holy wrath of a Judgment attack strike her, and therefore she slowly opened her eyes to find out what was going on.

Arceus was towering over her, a look of pure furiousness drenching his countenance as his stiff hooves pinned her to the tiled floor on all sides, granting no escape. She shivered underneath his demonic glare, hearing his ragged breathing that could beat an angered Tauros'. She backed up against the ground, but could make no further movements as Arceus ducked his head and revealed gritted teeth, snarls rising from the back of his throat, giving him a semblance of cannibalism that contradicted his usual nature of collectiveness. "Mew…" he began, his tone a coarse hiss. She gulped again, fearing the worst as she sealed her eyes shut and Arceus continued:

"…Even Legendaries make mistakes."

Mew felt her expression of fear fall into one of bewilderment, having expected a death threat to emit from Arceus' lips. She opened her eyes to look at his face, blinking upon realizing that he was now smiling, his gold eyes deep with warmth and understanding – any sense of homicide he had had was completely gone without a trace.

It was silent and uneventful between them for the next few seconds, though once Mew finally comprehended what was going on, she grinned big and laughed with Arceus when the qilinlike Pokemon stepped off and allowed her to rise. Following this, she floated forward and hugged his face, another chuckle emitting from his lips as he nuzzled the embrace into a tighter one.

"Thank you, Arceus," she cooed against his fur, and he chuckled.

"Don't worry about it."

Man, was it relaxing to finally be able to say such a thing.

They held onto each other for a few more minutes, Mew curling up against his chest, ignoring how the other Legendaries had seen the scene and, finding it surreal when considering how strict the God Pokemon usually was, gathered beside a bewildered Mewtwo and Deoxys to display their own confusion.

Eventually, Arceus shifted slightly when he heard a soft snoring, his eyes fluttering open in puzzlement as he pulled away to glance at Mew.

She had fallen asleep against his chest, giving into her tiredness associated with working hard throughout the night, and as Arceus smiled in an affectionate manner, thinking of how easy-going she was and how trying such a lifestyle had made a big impact on his life, he nodded to himself, agreeing with his plan. Slowly turning his head to eye the other Legendaries, sailing his gaze over their confused faces, he allowed his smile to grow bigger. "You know what?" he began, closing his eyes in delight. "Take the day off – all of you. This morning meeting has been cancelled."

And, with that, he picked up Mew – gently, so he wouldn't wake her - before making his way to the back dormitories, yawning in the process, leaving the other Legendaries alone in the conference room.

They continued to stare in both shock and bewilderment at whatever entity of reasonable intentions had just replaced their strict leader, and they soon met each other's gazes, Darkrai and Raikou then coming forward to gaze at the dormitory entrance in which the God Pokemon had taken Mew and departed.

Instead of muttering out the most obvious question of who the qilinlike being was and what he had done with Arceus, the phantom that was known as Darkrai arched his eyebrow and chose then to state the other curiosity that was plaguing his mind: "Was it just me, or did Arceus' fur look a little…"

"…pinkish?" Raikou cut in, locking gazes with Darkrai, who nodded, sea-green eyes blinking with inquisitiveness.

Silence dominated the group.

Then, they all shook their heads.

"Nah."

Entei broke away from the crowd, walking into the kitchen since he had decided he would take his time off to do the thing he loved doing – cooking. Of course, once he opened up the fridge, noticing the absence of the certain treats he had spent all last week conjuring, he put on a face of viciousness and rushed back into the conference room. "Who ate all my pies?" the old fire lion snarled, the Legendaries jumping at his outburst.

However, all eyes then turned to Rayquaza.

The emerald dragon noticed everyone's stares a few seconds after and quickly put his claws up in defense, his arrogance yet again shattering away beneath the startled semblance hovering among his gaze. "Don't look at me!" he sneered, snorting in the process.

Entei growled, though he then suddenly smiled, his usual sense of calmness returning and convincing Rayquaza to let out a sigh of relief. "No worries," the fire lion stared. "It's the perfect reason to cook some more!"

And as he retreated back into the kitchen, Raikou met the bright gaze of Latias as she floated forward. "What do we do now?" she asked, not used to spending a morning doing something else other than hearing the earthly matters they had to tend to for the day. Raikou shrugged, though once he caught sight of the stereo system huddled in the corner of the room by the TV, he grinned in a childish manner when an idea suddenly came to mind. He rushed forward, pulling out the music device, the other Legendaries watching him as he did so.

"Let's dance!" he suggested, pulling out one of his favorite CDs, slipping it into the system, and pressing the 'play' button.

The music began to play a few seconds afterwards and as the Legendaries recognized it, they grinned themselves and immediately followed what Raikou was doing: dancing. Deoxys grabbed Mewtwo's hands, forcing the poor clone Pokemon to twirl around with her, Darkrai suffering the same fate when Cresselia urged him into doing the tango, and Latias mimicked the movements of her fellow gods as they all moved their bodies to the beat. Entei even sang along with the words as he cooked in the kitchen, the entire council enjoying their time off as Raikou turned up the volume so that it blasted throughout the Halls.

In the sleeping dormitories of the Hall of Legends, Arceus snuggled up against Mew as they both lay on the bed, the catlike Legendary still asleep as the God Pokemon gazed at her with loving eyes. Thinking of all the things she had showed him – the things she didn't even know would later bring him into enlightenment – he gently leaned forward and licked her forehead, hearing her purr in response, cuddling closer to his body.

He could only wonder how much more exciting life was going to be now that he was ready to look at it from a different point of view. He chuckled at the thought, laying his head down beside Mew's, sighing in relaxation.

That is, until the sounds of pop music exploded throughout the Halls at a stentorian rate.

The God Pokemon raised his head, frowning at the loud noise.

Though, just as fast as he appeared annoyed like he usually was with any melody that disturbed his sleep, he glanced at Mew…

…and smiled, laying his head back down, allowing the song to serve as his lullaby, its lyrics sailing through his head.

Ah, he mentally cooed, music to my ears.

AN: This marks the end. Thanks for reading!