Bahh, I forgot to add this little before-story thingy!!!

Anyways... I like the Reviews, they all made me all warm and fuzzy inside =) XD And yes, I am obsessed with Darkrai on a level that I am trying to think up a story that isn't about him (And failing bad) before publishing one of the other 5 stories I have about him. XD

This chapter is longer, yes, but I don't like it as much as the first one, though. Paragraphs 2 and 3 are still win-ful, though. I didn't have my parents read though this before I published it, so it probbily has a ton more mistakes in it than it did before... Sorry.

Ch. 2

One word entered Darkrai's mind. Finally.

Him and Cresselia were currently standing (or floating, whatever.) in line at the checkout, right behind a gawking young trainer. You could count the time they spent in a number of ways. A) They shopped for 6 hours 16 minutes and 48 seconds, B) 873 people stared with fly-catching mouths, C) Cresselia rejected 360 possible gifts, and the ever popular D) 32 trainers tried to capture him. One of those trainers actually got pretty close too, enough to get him stuck in one of those pokeballs for a second. That was not a fun experience. Next time he sees Alice, he's going to have her start a petition on giving Pokemon more leg roo-

"Are you the Pokemon of bad dreams, or daydreams?" Coming back to reality, Darkrai saw Cresselia looking at him with a small frown on her face. "Are you going to be a gentleman and help me put the gifts on the treadmill, or what?"

"I would chose 'or what' with the matter." he stated, but started unloading the gifts anyway. He was running a thin line here, he could almost literally hear Cresselia fuming with his answer. Darkrai didn't want to upset Cresselia more than needed, for two unwanted results would result from that. The first was that she would run crying. That didn't scare him as much as who she would run crying too. He had learned long ago that she was Arceus' favorite of her children, and he didn't dare anger Arceus. The second was that she would take matters into her own hands, and seek revenge. It was a toss-up which was worse.

"Wait a min…" Darkrai said, going through the items again, checking them. "There are only 13 gifts here!"

"Yeah, that's how many I picked up. So?"

"So we were shopping for 6 hours, and you only picked up 13 gifts!?!"

"Yup." Smiling almost childishly, Cresselia continued, "It's not so bad. We can go shopping again and pick up the rest of the gifts. Like say, perhaps tomorrow?"

"Never on your life."

Shrugging, Cresselia just flirted "You'll turn around…"

Darkrai, at this point, was close to a rampage. Calm down, Darkrai, He started telling himself, At least this trip wasn't useless. Darkrai, against all odds, actually found a gift for Palkia. It was called a 'Luminous orb' or something. Last one on the shelf, yay!

"Aw, shoot!" he heard Cresselia say, "I forgot my wallet!"

"WHAT?!?"

"We have to go back and get it, I guess."

"But the gifts…"

"We'll just leave them here, I guess."

"And do what, hope no one steals them? These were going into hyper drive off the shelves, they won't be here when we get back!"

"Star wars reference, much? Anyways, if there not here, then we'd just have to get new ones."

"WHAT?!?"

"Um… ahem?" Both Cresselia and Darkrai turned around to see the cashier, silently sweating. No doubt he thought a Legendary fight had a lot more actual fighting in it, Thought Darkrai.

"Well…" the cashier was trying to say, sweating quite a bit more, "If you want… well, you can take the items, on the house. Since you're both legendaries, I'm sure the boss won't mind…"

Cresselia's face bighting all the more, and she said, "Yay! Thank you, sir."

Blushing, the Cashier said "Your welcome. Anything for the Pokemon of good dreams."

Smiling triumphantly, Cresselia handed the bags to Darkrai. "You expect me to carry all of them?" Darkrai asked.

"Of coarse, you don't think I could carry them with my small arms, do you?"

Grumping, Darkrai started caring the bags. On the way to the car, Cresselia picked up a penny, bought a soda, moved her purse to her other arm, and helped a elderly woman with her walker, all with her small arms. Darkrai didn't see it, though. He couldn't see anything past the bags, witch was the cause of a small collision involving a trainer and a package of moo-moo milk spilling. Opps.