Author's Note: By Jirachi's stars, there's actually a plot. It's not much, but it's still one nonetheless. I'm surprised that I'm continuing the story with the least reviews, but it's also my favorite, so screw it. I can't wait to make the Orbshipping bros meet the Colorless family. It'll take forever before I get there, but I MUST write that encounter. It's too amusing to let it go waste. Anyway, enjoy.

Three

-Bored So We Made A Visit-

The journey was undoubtedly boring. But of course, it depends on the person you were asking. Celebi wasn't as nervous as anyone would think. In fact, she was downright cheerful when not burdened with fragile objects to protect, like Pokemon Eggs and sets of china. She was pretty oblivious to the rivalry between Groudon and Kyogre the whole way to Meloetta's. They were looking dead straight ahead while she stood in the middle of the duo chatting away about the beauty of the Unova region from a few decades ago, before it was officially known as part of the Pokemon League.

Aunt Meloetta was very happy to have Celebi as a guest for the night. After the girl was out of hearing range in her own guest room, the short woman hissed at the young men to "learn to treat your guests properly next time, or I will personally have a serious talk about your social issues with your yellow-green uncle." Then she slammed the door in their faces.

So they argued the whole way back home, blaming each other for not entertaining Celebi.

When they got back, Rayquaza requested a family meeting. It was awkward making the announcement, because none of them were blood related. But Rayquaza said it was urgent nonetheless. Of course, he had to stop the two rivals from glaring and have them lend their ears to him.

'Now boys, you have seen what the little girl Celebi has brought into the Island. She has an egg with her, and it is likely that Arceus will ask her to return it to the Black Forest of Unova instead, but if he were to ask for someone to take care of the egg, I will nominating the both of you.'

'Well, that's not so bad, what does an egg need anyway!' Groudon cut in rudely.

Rayquaza coughed, and put in the last and most important word. 'Together.'

A momentary pause in the silence of the lounge.

'Uncle.' Kyogre started.

'You are expecting me…' Groudon pointed a finger.

'You are asking the impossible…'

'To take care of a delicate Pokemon egg…'

'Are you meaning to jeopardize the life of a possibly dangerous item…'

'With this douche bag…'

'In the hands of me and this stupid head…'

'TOGETHER?' They screamed in unison, disbelief and horror written clearly on both of their faces. Without knowing they have been slowly bending over the coffee table, hoping to get the point across to their currently amused uncle. They started to scream and rant at the horrible mistakes they'll make when…no, if the egg were ever to be in their care. And Arceus might as well make the world end if they were found to be actually working together.

'Now, now, boys, this is a good chance for the both of you to overcome whatever differences that you think you have. You both should know how tiresome the whole Island is of your daily bickerings and fights. They would be very delighted at the sight of you co-operating for once.' Rayquaza was about to mention that Mew was also a little annoyed to the point he thinks they should just get married, but he knew better.

While trying to tune out their arguments, Rayquaza gave a yawn and made a gesture of leaving. 'Alright boys, I need to go now. Why don't the both of you start discussing over your responsibilities for the egg right this instant? It's a good start.' Without another word, he put on his old green sandals and left, leaving his sons in the empty house.

They stared incredulously at each other.

'We should do something about that egg.' Kyogre insisted.

'What egg?'

They turned around, only to see Suicune with his purple bag of cleaning equipments. The man was about a few years older than them, with a baggy blue shirt and worn-out jeans. He comes to the house every alternate Friday to clean the house for them. Rayquaza didn't mind the free service, but Kyogre and Groudon, barely twenty years of premature age, didn't like the idea of their rooms turned upside-down by the end of the day.

'Oh, it's nothing. We'll be going out now.' Groudon dismissed the topic quickly.

After locking their bedroom doors to avoid being completely sanitized, the two men left Suicune in their house to his own device, and started on their walk towards Aunt Meloetta's quarters.

Celebi was watching the Unova news when the doorbell rang. It was a lovely chime of guitars and violins wound together, just as expected from a music composer's house.

'Coming!' Meloetta walked past the television room, putting a bowl of popcorn in Celebi's lap as she went. The music stopped when she opened the door. Her face turned to one of bemusement when she saw who her visitors were. 'Oh. It's you again. Have you learned your manners yet?'

'Hey Aunty! Suicune is cleaning up the house, mind if we stay over for a couple hours?' Groudon flashed a smile, while in the back Kyogre only rolled his eyes, and muttered a few inaudible words.

'Don't touch any of my instruments and you'll be welcome here any time.' Meloetta gave warning as she stepped aside to let them in. 'Especially the piano!' she screamed in a none too friendly way, despite the fact they were barely a few feet away from her when she said it.

They sat on the couch, each of them taking a place on either side of Celebi. She had her whole attention on the television that was now playing documentaries of plant cloning in Floarama Town, with Gardenia making a guest appearance.

'Hey Bibi.' Groudon greeted as he grabbed a fistful of popcorn from her bowl.

'You're pretty fast to come back and check on me.' Celebi stated while trying to hide her remote from the two boys, now intent on watching another channel about Life in Sinnoh.

'Well, he and I usually crash at somebody's house when Suicune comes cleaning. You really don't want to disrupt any of his rituals. Not even his brothers dare to stop him now.' Kyogre shrugged as he took a handful of popcorns of his own.

It was true. There was a time Raikou attempted to stop Suicune from cleaning his weapons' room, and at first it was polite argument, but in a few minutes it turned into a full out fight which somehow nearly resulted in Entei's death. It might also have destroyed a part of Lugia's house, which he thankfully slept through, otherwise the consequences could have been much graver.

'Say, where is that egg of yours?' Groudon brought up the topic casually. 'Is Aunty taking care of it or something?'

'Yeah, why?' she mumbled.

'Yes, boys. Why?' Meloetta repeated Celebi's question as she made herself comfortable on the armchair that was to the left of the couch. The two boys quickly averted their eyes anywhere else but the two ladies in the room. 'It's unlikely of you boys to take interest in mere children, especially ones that have not hatched. Has your guardian told you something?' she hummed, her expression nothing but interested, and if one squinted, even a little wicked.

'Well, he did say it could turn out to be a dangerous Pokemon.' Kyogre said. 'Groudon's just curious about the egg.'

Groudon twitched. Why did he have to be the reason of their visit? 'Am not.'

'Are too.' Kyogre snapped back, while Celebi remained oblivious to the rest of the world.

'Am not.'

'Are too.'

'Am not!'

Are too!'

'Enough.' Meloetta groaned. She ran a hand through her neon green hair, which was obviously dyed, because even Celebi could still see the little strands of black peeking out from among that mass of color. 'I don't want the two of you getting worked up in my house. Don't you two have hobbies?'

They scoffed, rolling their eyes in opposing directions of their other guy.

'I'd read my book, but Groudon here thinks it's alright to litter them around like they're rubbish.'

'Well that's because they are rubbish. They don't even have pictures in it. Why can't you do some sports instead, huh?'

'Oh, like what? Tossing basketballs across the lounge and breaking every single object in its way as it flies?'

'Hey, that was one time! And you were the one to provoke me, splasher!'

'Come again, block head?'

'SPLASHER!'

Two drumsticks were thrown in their direction, and each one of them landed perfectly on each of their foreheads. The room was finally silent again, save for Gardenia's voice from the television explaining about tissue culture techniques.

'Never mind, boys. You both are better off when nobody asks you questions.' Meloetta sighed in exasperation. 'Only Arceus knows how Rayquaza puts up with the both of you.'

'I'm gonna go to the bathroom.' Groudon suddenly declared as he rose from the couch and strutted his way towards the back of the house.

'Don't break anything, doofus!' Kyogre gave one last remark before Groudon was out of his sight.

The redhead went past the piano that was placed around a vacant corner of the house. It was a grand piano indeed, the white surface reflecting the afternoon sunlight from the windows that stretched from ceiling to floor. Unfortunately Groudon's taste of music is simply terrible, so he didn't really think it was breath-taking, amazing or anything of that sort. He might gape at a gleaming drum set, electric guitars and killer speakers, but no, definitely not some white-ass piano that shoots sun rays directly into his eyes.

What really caught his attention in that corner, is the egg resting peacefully in its pillowcase, on a couch meant for an audience to sit on and watch Meloetta perform the piano.

'What are you doing?'

Groudon resisted a yelp. He turned around to exchange glares with Kyogre. 'What are you doing here. Aren't you watching some girly flower show with Celebi or something?'

'It's a documentary, idiot.' He scowled. 'And I was hungry. Aunt Meloetta told me to help myself in the kitchen, as long as I stay away from the accordion she puts by the cookie jars.' He peered over his housemate to take a glimpse at the piano. 'Wow.'

'Wow what? It's just an egg.'

'What?' Kyogre finally spotted the egg. 'Oh, come on, can't you even appreciate something beautiful?'

'The only thing beautiful around here is your ass. Oh wait. You don't have one.' He was referring to their original forms.

'There's so much soil up in your armored head your sense of humor has dulled.' Kyogre was about to flick Groudon's temple, but the other man quickly slapped his hand away. He decided to mask his failure with another mockery. 'Now what do you want to do with that egg, joker?'

Groudon walked up to the couch, and carefully picked up the egg. It looked like any other ordinary egg, a smooth white surface decorated with green spots. He frowned at the sight of its commonness. Groudon took on a curious look as he shook it and pressed his ear on the base f the egg.

'Hey, what are you doing?' Kyogre hissed as he marched up towards Groudon. He snatched the egg away from Groudon's grasp. 'You don't treat a baby like that, dumbass!'

'I'd laugh and call you a mama, but do you really want to take care of that with me?' Groudon hissed back as he pointed a rude finger at the motionless object. 'We have to get rid of this thing, or our lives would be jeopardized forever!'

'But you didn't have to shake it like some sort of maraca, you bolt-headed shitface.'

'Actually, I'm supposed to be immune to Thunder.'

Suddenly they heard a shriek from the other side of the room. Celebi started to sprint towards them, her face etched with horror and panic. The two men switched into their own panicking mode as well, and started shoving the egg at each other.

Celebi couldn't stop in time, and instead head butted into Groudon's stomach. The egg flew from their hands, and with a loud whoosh it landed on the keyboard of the piano, damaging a few keys as it glided across the surface.

Celebi ran towards the egg. She dived for the egg, and caught it just before it touched the smooth marble tiles, her body flat on the ground. She sighed in relief, and turned the egg around. She was mildly surprised to see there aren't any scratches on the shell.

Meanwhile Meloetta stood by the piano, her glare evident on her face. Blue eyes suddenly gleamed red, and Groudon hung onto the only support he could find, which was his rival whom was trembling as well.

'Oh shit.'

Without another second wasted, Meloetta unleashed her Hyper Voice.