Pairing: Cresselia/Darkrai
I felt nauseous. Beyond nauseous. I guess it as because I was about to talk to him and he looks rather pissed. Then again, he always looks rather pissed and now he looks very pissed. Of course, I was elected out of every damn Legendary to go and talk to him. They are just doing this for the laughter. We have never gotten along and they want it to blow up in my face, like every time we talk. It is not my fault it is so damned easy to argue with him. He offers it up to me on a silver platter.
Our biggest dispute? Well, what we most often argue about would have to be whether or not what he has covering is legs is a skirt or a kilt or just a normal part of his lovely anatomy. I say it is a skirt, he is not easy to convince of this fact, however, so I suppose I will tell you of our real dispute. That dispute is my pride, not my pride on everything, but my appearance. I am pretty, I know it, and that seems to get on his nerves. I think it is because he is such an ugly creature himself. He is truly an ugly creature, though he speaks eloquently. I can barely stand to look at him. He should know this, so of course I tell him so. He could not go through his entire life thinking he was beautiful, could he? No. You have to tell creatures their strength and weaknesses. True, I never say he strengths, but I am sure he can figure those out for himself.
But, that did not come up until later. At the moment, I was scoping out the moonlit garden for romantic, sappy, human couples, annoying children, and other human monstrosities that are not too sure we exist. I hated those monsters. They made everything more difficult and Darkrai had revealed himself to the masses, just to make my life more complicated. We are not supposed to reveal ourselves, or, at least, try not to overly reveal ourselves. It is much better for most to think us legend so millions do not come and hunt us down. Would you like to be hunted twenty four seven? Of course you would not!
"Darkrai? Come out, come out wherever you are. I'm sick of hide and seek!" I called, muttering a few choice words under my breath. "Listen, Darkrai, do you really want to be annoyed all night and day? I will come back again and again if I have to. Do not think for a second that I will leave just because you will not move your ugly face out of the shadows! Let us stop wasting time before humans show up! The last thing I want is to be around those meddling, sick creatures."
A second later, a voice emerged from the trees: "A pleasure to see you as well, Cresselia. A little cranky to be disturbed from your mirror. Damn those Legendaries for making you do something. The fairest should never have to lift a finger." Then he was beside me, the two of us cloaked in shadow while the wind rustled grass and trees all around. The pokémon were hiding, as they often did when something strong was around.
"This is not about me and my faults! This is about you revealing yourself to the monsters! I can't believe you brought yourself out of hiding! It's not that important in the world makes it. We can create another one! There's a huge difference between Dialga and Palkia fighting, something that's been prophesized anyway, and you stepping in when you do and don't have to. You're supposed to be forever hidden! You, good sir, are not anywhere near the level of D and P!" I scolded.
He sighed, floating in silence for a minute. He always liked to think, too much if you asked me. He never did anything but sit there and muse on what to say next, always 'choosing his words'. "I've been out of hiding for ages now. I'm constantly talking to people. No one's given it a second thought before. Are you sure that's the reason they called you down? Perhaps they were hoping I'd give you a dash of humility."
I simmered for a moment, something that could have been considered a hesitation because I could not think of a comeback, but certainly was not, before snarling, "And they were hoping to give you a dash of charm, since my good looks obviously cannot rub off on you. Arceus must have been furious when she made you. Your cutting remarks are no way to treat a lady! Especially not so when she is quite a bit lovelier than you."
"I suppose," He said nonchalantly. My temper flared with a slight touch of embarrassment. "I'm just surprised you actually came. Arceus herself must've brought the hammer down on you. Nothing short of that could move her royal highness form her pretty thrown. How is the thrown, by the way?"
"Would you quite that? I'm nowhere near as vain as you're making me out to be. I do other things besides gawk at my reflection. If you weren't so ugly, I'm sure you'd spend much more time looking the mirror too."
"It always comes back to looks with you," He scolded, shaking his head. "I happened to be speaking of your personality. You see, us ugly people can't stare at one another all day, so we came up with other forms of entertainment. One of our favorites is talking. Sometimes we like what people say, something we don't, and the we call what they say and do their 'personality'. Yours happens to be that of a spoiled princess."
I wanted, badly, to retort to that, but all I could think of was a sassy comeback on how ugly his face was and the fact the he was, technically, in a skirt. "What do you mean, that I'm a spoiled princess? I know I'm a little self conscious but-"
"You don't tolerate anothing that isn't lovely or perfect or as strong as you. You're spoiled in your pretty place with your pretty face and pretty creatures around you and never having a single touch of misfortune. You ought to accept ruled get broken, people get hurt, but life foes on." He grinned at me. "Accept that I'm ugly on the outside and look at who I am on the inside."
"What if you're ugly on the inside?" I blurted. I flushed and tried again. "I mean, what if I hate you anyway? Doesn't that mean I'm just a spoiled princess all the way through? I don't want to find out if…if there really isn't anything more to me than my…" I fumbled for a good word. "Prettiness."
"There had to be more to you than just your appearance. Everyone had something good inside them, so I was told. And, if you don't, we'll find something better. It'll all be right and, even if you don't like me, we'll all be better off. Everything happens for a reason."
I sighed and settled closer to him, feeling a bit weary at the conversation it had turned into. "You've been reading too much philosophy, Darkrai. You're too deep for your own good."
"What is this vendetta you have against human?" He said, sounding as if he was restraining a laugh. "It's as if you are obsessed with the creatures! Did one try to capture you? Perhaps you were chased around the world by a dangerous man with a gun?"
"I'm jealous, because they have pokémon as pets," I told him, blushing. "I…don't you dare laugh, Darkrai. I've never told anyone this before but, I want a puppy."
"A puppy? You hate all human kind…for a puppy?" I nodded, and his laughter became harder to restrain. "That's a terrible reason! You really don't get out much, do you?"
"Well, you're practically the only person I see. You can't bloame me for not being so good at this stuff when I never get the chance." I started out loud, but my tone softened quickly. My face was red and I continued. "I wasn't….I didn't have to come here and talk to you. I volunteered. This was just supposed to be a routine check up. I was supposed to make sure you were find after the battle."
"Why did you volunteer?"
"You know why," I murmured, head dipped low. His arm draped around me, protective and affectionate, and I quietly said, "I still say you're in a skirt."
"Social skills…"