Arc 3

I cannot undo

What I have done;

I can't un-sing

A song that's sung

And the saddest thing

About my regret

I can't forgive me

And you can't forget

Chapter 42: Eve of a new world

When time and space held no meaning:

It was a world of Prussian blue nothingness. The universe stretched out endlessly, infinite and dark. Vast. Conjuring an illusion of emptiness. In this hollow space huge spherical bodies floated about without a destination, without purpose. They simply hung there, going about slowly, punctuating the stillness with flashes of drab color. More shades of blue, of black or white. In the distance they appeared as twinkling lights, white against indigo. Sometimes this space would light up with flashes of color when a distant star died out. A bright snowy flare which turned the cosmos mauve and threw up clouds of multicolored dust. The sudden light would startle creatures floating about in this galaxy and if anyone could see them, they would notice these beings were flat, two dimensional with a large eye. These grey creatures came in symbolic shapes, but of what language they belonged to, no one really knows. Swarms of them swirled about in the empty world spontaneously creating things of wonder, planets, stars and expanding the wide nothingness they inhabit. At one time these chittering symbols clashed together and created a cleft in their dimension. A golden hoof came out of the seam along with a majestic creature. The beast looked unlike anything they ever created, its brilliance shined, illuminating the stark universe. Slowly, six of the unown floated near its head and blessed it with a name:

Arceus.

The original one.

Unfortunately the alpha pokemon did not provide much amusement to its creator and so the symbol pokemon floated away and kept separate from it. Their instinct told them that the white monster exuded power beyond their own. Arceus simply stood in the middle of the blue-black nothingness. A golden cross wheel protruded from its abdomen and with the passage of time (shown by how the celestial bodies shifted from their original places) the empty spaces in the wheel began filling up with a multitude of different colored plates. At this point the unown strayed far, far away from him; somehow, their creation stole their power and left them weak and worthless. As eighteen gigantic plates filled up the cross, the unown lost most of its power and could only conjure up a miracle when an immense amount of them gathered. Chattering, the remaining mass banded together and formed a ring around the edge of their domain with the intention of staying out of Arceus' way. The alpha pokemon did not move from its position, it stayed still, its eyes closed, a tiny speck in the cosmos.

An eternity went by.

He got bored. Tired of waiting for something to happen. In the course of time, the pokemon ruminated deeply, questioning its reason for being created. The little symbols themselves were very much uninterested, they merely gave him a passing glance at first and now they secluded themselves at the edge. Although, even if they blew up the cosmic egg and hid themselves in the very cracks, Arceus would still be able to see them. He could see everything.

Brimming with power and newfound knowledge, the creation pokemon decided the first order of things was to create a companion...but how to do that? He himself was an accident, a mixture of hidden power, space dust and the inexplicable phenomenon of unown's ability to create things of wonder. Nevertheless he tried and was mildly delighted when a cloud of those unown was forcible dragged in front of him. They formed an oval shape and after much shoving and pushing, they fled, leaving an egg in their wake. The shell was cream colored and ribboned with fuchsia veins. Protectively, Arceus stood over his new treasure and prepared himself to wait.

He didn't have to wait long. Several rotations of the planets later, a response came from the embryo before him. With heavy eyes he observed the thing trembling.

It rocked

It cracked

It shattered open

Pieces of eggshell floated away and rivulets of pale pink fluid gushed out as another creature poked its head out. A small, pink, feline thing which locked eyes with him. In a flash, the original one saw endless possibilities for the tiny one. Like how the unown did with him, he too blessed this new pokemon with a name. Mew...Because it was easy to pronounce. The two beasts stared at each other, accepting each other's presence. Arceus opened his mouth and rumbled out a single command.

"Transform." His voice shook the vast space and unwillingly Mew found herself changing shape. She grew to epic proportions, her head morphed to accommodate two horn-esque projections and the back tapered out. Instead of paws, her legs elongated to roughly the same length and ended in golden hooves. Pink fur was replaced by snow white with her chest and chin being dyed in sable. When her transformation finished, she noted that the distance between her and Arceus' face had gotten much shorter. She had morphed into a smaller version of the alpha pokemon, albeit without the ring around his abdomen.

The duo explored the world together and Mew often changed her shape. Most of the time she remained as a scaled down version of her creator, however, she also flitted into the different forms of Unown. The universe they lived in contained, in a manner of speaking, nothing. The celestial bodies were uninhabitable, they were simply giant masses of rock or gas and their surfaces were arid, barren, dry. The clouds of gas were noxious; it stung her eyes and ate away at her skin. Arceus didn't seem to be affected by the harsh conditions of the planets they visited, he simply went down and after giving it a sweep with his robotic gaze, he returned back to the dreary darkness they called home. Eons passed and one fateful day the original one worded out a proposal which caught her by surprise.

"Let's create" bassy tones echoed everywhere, "let's make something out of this nothingness we inhabit."

And everything started changing. Three different eggs were now being protected by Arceus whilst Mew flitted about excitedly, anticipating the arrival of the trio. One was black and gold, the other coral pink like her and the third one sported a metallic blue shell. Blue akin to the world engulfing them. Much to their surprise (hers actually, nothing fazed Arceus) the cyan and pink eggs broke first and out climbed two beings who looked so different from each other, she wondered if it was a mistake. Arceus' ability activated and those two tiny things grew to gargantuan proportions, the moment they grew to their full size...the universe started changing. The boundless space felt confined, it was bordered whilst the planets began orbiting in a more orderly manner. Time and space were given form and she observed with silent wonder as they shaped nothing into something. Around this time the third egg cracked and out flew a serpentine creature with frayed wings. By now the two creators were used to the bizarre appearances of their creations. Mew's DNA allowed her to give a different form to both herself and anything she made. Unfortunately for everyone present, the new beast turned out to be a renegade. It urged his brothers into attacking each other and reveled in violence. Years passed as Dialga and Palkia fought whilst Mew and Arceus calmly beheld them. Their collisions shattered planets and stars and huge chunks of deadly debris floated around them. Off to one side, these different masses were being collected by Unown; the symbols pulverized the rock and forced them into a condensed globe of brown.

Another barren universe.

Fed up with how things were proceeding, Arceus stepped up to the feuding duo and commanded them to stop. They did, for a few years prosperity reigned in the cosmos before Giratina fanned the flames again. Knowing that the apostate monster caused misery, the alpha pokemon created a brilliant red chain and used it to bind Giratina. Finally at peace, the temporal and spatial pokemon set about to bring order to chaos, they went down to the new world to introduce time and create space. Arceus remained uninterested; he knew the place was not fit for living. To his astonishment, when he peeked at the brown globe a few millennia later, he saw the surface had changed. A subtle alteration, but it was still change. Summoning Mew, the duo went down to see and for the first time, Mew crooned in happiness. A strange emotion. Deciding that the arid soil needed something else to cover and nurture it, they created Groudon and Kyogre. Lord of the land and seas. Much to their chagrin, the moment the two babies grew up, they were at each other's throats and Arceus almost ended their pitiful existence were it not for Mew. The DNA pokemon pointed out how the clashes were shaping the face of the Poke-verse. Water gushed out, mountains formed and spewed out hot lava. It took centuries for the Earth to look like how Mew wanted it. When the land and water ratio was just right, Rayquaza was formed to quell the quarreling duo and as a guardian for the skies. The green serpent created a protective bubble over their new land and patrolled the heavens to keep out intruders. Satisfied with the Earth, Mew and Arceus took to space.

Only to receive a few surprises.

Celebi, a tiny green onion fairy swooped around Dialga and aged both itself and its 'parent'. There were two little creatures scampering on Palkia's armored form. A tiny star shaped thing which was pleasant to the eye and a larger tentacled creature with an emotionless face. It looked alien but it was perfectly happy to wrap its flaccid appendages around the spatial legendary. At Giratina's bound feet, an orb of black writhing shadows churned, its form broken by a snowy white plume. The creature rose and immediately Mew fell asleep on seeing him. She stayed in a comatose for a long time with Arceus guarding her. Her slumber was punctuated with loud screams and screeches and sometimes the mythical duo of space and time tried to sneak in to see her. The alpha pokemon sent them scattering with Judgment. He concluded that she might've been having bad dreams, her suffering increased in total darkness and so he made Cresselia with the help of Palkia. The crescent pokemon roused her from the nightmares and gave her sweet dreams. Once Mew returned to normal health, the two creators ventured forth and found another nasty shock waiting for them.

Giratina had broken free.

The renegade and its pitch-black offshoot were nowhere to be seen. Pieces of the crystals hung in the air, frozen in space. Keen eyed Arceus picked up a slight twist in the fabric of the world and when Mew fretted over the ghost pokemon's disappearance, it replied.

"He created a distorted world and vanished into it...Leave him be. It's best for all of us if Giratina remains out of sight."

His words partially soothed the worry on Mew's mind.

Looking at Giratina's fetters which hovered endlessly in space, Arceus decided to fashion them into three different beings. Emotion, to enable them to feel. Willpower, the force which drives and Knowledge, the understanding of how everything works. The crystals melted down to a warm crimson liquid, blood and from this viscous mixture three small psychics formed. They took off at blinding speed and Mew followed them to the Poke-verse. Nearing a continent, the trio split and plunged into three different lakes. Arceus came down slowly and noted how they rested in the first created landmass. Sinnoh region was a memento from Kyogre and Groudon and it was on this very soil that he and Mew first descended to Earth. The planet looked much more beautiful, the mountains were dotted with trees and greenery. Oceans expanded as far as the eye could see, fresh water pooled in land and created lakes, rivers and breathe taking waterfalls. The original one saw more creatures toiling about on the land. Huge titans shifted continents; their colossal forms waded through the seas and pulled sheets of land which were tethered to golden chains. A mischievous weather trio blasted wind, rain and lightning in his face. Quite content with his life, Arceus resolved to retreat in a pocket dimension and leave the world be.

Except there was one problem.

Mew didn't want to go with him.

"I want to stay here," her plaintive voice sounded foreign to him, "it is my duty to populate this place and make it thrive."

"Our duty is done." Lightning rained down in tune with his words and the weather trio took refuge by fleeing to the west. "Come, we have no place here."

She stayed put. Behind her, the space ripped, time twisted and air tore into half. Out stepped three mythical monsters. They flanked Mew protectively.

"Foolish creatures...Don't you see that creating any more will be to our detriment? One day...In the distant future you will realize this was all a mistake. Your creations will drag you out and use you. Perhaps..." he eyed the quartet with obvious distaste, "I've been the foolish one." Silence stretched between them and the alpha pokemon was surprised to see Giratina take Mew's side, the recreant simply made an appearance in order to created dissonance . "Come at me but don't expect to remain unscathed!" The remaining legendries working on earth all dropped their tasks and secluded themselves. They did not want to be part of the apocalyptic war that will take place.

Arceus almost killed them. To the three pokemon's credit, they managed to damage him exponentially. His plates were reduced to half its sizes and pieces of it rained down on the land underneath them. The battle only stopped when Mew transformed into the original one and decided to join the fight. The white beast relented and let them go and gratefully the creation trio, battered and bruised beyond comprehension, vanished into their own domains.

"You still want to stay here?"

"Yes." The pink feline reverted to her original form and levitated before him. "I will stay here and see if your predictions come true."

Alone.

He will be all alone again.

Arceus moved north from Sinnoh to a spot filled with ocean, he struck the surface of the shimmering water and a landmass rose from the deep. Mew blinked, the alpha pokemon sure had unique taste. The new region was shaped exactly like him.

"Ransei." His orotund voice rang in her ears. "I shall take refuge there...And watch over all of you." Saying this he vanished.

Left to her devices, the DNA pokemon went about and created more life to fill the lonely landscape. The legendary birds were given form and mastery over elements. As time trickled through the ages, the shape shifter grew bolder and experimented. To her delight, she ended up fashioning an entirely new species. These humans had curiosity and a capacity for learning and thus she devoted her time to their care. Xerneas and Yveltal were born to instill morality. For those who pursue truth, Reshiram was their companion and similarly Zekrom sided with ones who sought ideals. Uxie, Mesprit and Azelf bestowed knowledge, willpower and emotion respectively and once humans began living in large groups and became much more civilized, the four swords of justice were given life so that they may maintain order. Lugia was sent to quell a war whilst Ho-oh revived three sorry beasts that were unjustly killed by humanity's selfish actions and prejudice. Through all this, the pink pokemon toiled tirelessly.

But.

Mew should've taken heed of his words. Arceus never rose again, no matter what apocalyptic disaster played out in the universe they created. The humans she lovingly made spearheaded wars, bringing about death and destruction. At one point, when technology had advanced to epic proportions, those overly knowledgeable creatures ensnared her and tried to make a copy. To her horror, they succeeded in making a twisted duplicate. Unlike her, Mewtwo was vengeful; it sought only to bring ruin. Thankfully the creature gained a conscious and hid itself far away from civilization.

And now this was happening. Her 'children' were being pulled out by grotesque methods, out of the slumber which should not be broken and this was being done all by humans.

By her creations.

All she could do...Was watch.

One year later

Sinnoh

Spear Pillar, summit of Mount Coronet.

The platform was constructed out of a material which shimmered like gold. Large Greek styled pillars stretched upwards to the heavens, pointing to a dimension far different from their own. The area was spacious and resembled a ruin, the floor had fissures running through it and some of the pillars were slashed in the middle. Green would've liked to examine the platform in more detail but right now there were other more pressing matters commanding his attention. Flanked by the other Dex-Holders both he and Blue stood agape and watched how the time and space titans fought tooth and nail. Was this supposed to happen? The evening sky remained blindingly clear and one could see how the stars shone down like diamonds. Before them, Dialga and Palkia roared at each other tearing space apart and distorting time. Green saw several events repeat like an endless cycle and the space around them tore into pockets. Blue and Yellow were both next to him and very far away. Off to the side of the two warring legendries, Diamond and Pearl were stationed with their pokemon. Dia perched on mamoswine, his grim face looking slightly less intimidating with grains of rice stuck around his mouth, he gripped the red chain and observed silently. Pearl was on the other side, constantly dodging stray attacks with Tauhiko. The red chain in his grasp struck the marbled floor constantly but it never shattered. Despite using the respective Orbs to summon them, Giratina, the most important beast in the equation, still had to make an entry. Knowing the ghost pokemon only hailed on the brink of a colossal war, the leaders agreed to let the time-space duo battle it out.

The energy signatures were intense; however it didn't stop Gold from trying to see things up close and personal. Silver and Crystal tried to rein him back but he stayed stiff and still. Flashes of cyan blue and coral pink lighted up the platform and reflected off the tiny audience's faces. Several of them blinked and Blue hugged Whi-2 closer to her. Dusk gave way to night and the celestial bodies shone down brighter still. If this was a cataclysm, the sky sure didn't agree.

"We have to watch over Gold, he's going in too far." Constellate's leader intoned and her young underling grasped her tighter.

"Leave him be, Red's not here to see this...So it's up to us to witness this and tell him when we see him again."

"I still don't understand how he..."

Green exhaled and shut his eyes, "Blue, we've been through this. Stop digging it up, it's over and done. We can only move forward. For Black and N as well."

The others behind them shifted uncomfortably. Ruby, Sapphire and Emerald held hands, the latter also latched on to Crystal, the female trainer's indigo irises were filled with stars, flashing lights and two gargantuan beasts. How there were not powdered was the question on everyone's mind.

"Green..." Blue's voice floated again, "what does this" she gestured to the two mythical beasts, "mean for us? What will creating a new world do for us and what about those we left behind?" Next to the spiky haired brunette, Yellow stifled a sob and the strategy commander gently squeezed her shoulder.

"For you and Silver it will mean a different turn in life. As for Red...I suppose he wouldn't want to be a champion anymore. Me...I don't know. We all want to be happy Blue and happiness means a different thing for each of us. To you it's a safe home and a comfortable childhood; for Red it means taking a career which he won't come to regret. Being champion changed him into someone without ambition; he's at the top with nowhere to go. Boredom is a scary thing no? In any case, in the new dimension we might not have to suffer the loss of precious friends."

"Yeah" Gold's subdued words were crisp through the din, "I want to see them again."

"Will we survive senior Green? I mean what if we forget who we are? What if we don't retain any of our original personalities?"

"Crystal...I'm pretty sure Silver next to you has many things he'd rather forget. We will survive...I promise." The space next to him sliced in half and all of a sudden he became isolated from the rest of his group. He saw his department looking back at him from the other side. It felt like looking into a broken mirror with a reflection being multiplied over and over. Frightened, Yellow threw her petite arms around him and buried her face in his chest. While he was appreciative of the gesture, he couldn't stop trembling himself. He was scared. Terrified. The ground next to him morphed into a pitch black chasm and multicolored light bounced off in the little chamber Palkia carelessly sent them in.

"Will we see them again?" The blonde's words were muffled by his shirt, "will we see Red, Black and N again Green?"

The edges of the dimension were fading away and the sounds were returning loud and clear to his ears. Hesitatingly he put his arms around and embraced her tightly.

"Yes..." his voice shook, "we'll see them again."

Gold saw his life flash by several times. He knew he stood too close to the fighting duo but he couldn't help it. There was a certain, inexplicable rapture in reliving the most precious moments of one's life. Even though the area around him was dusty and burnt, the smell of warm milk wafted to his nose. The sound of his mom's gentle scolding and the cries of baby pokemon rung like bells in his ears. Sunlight filtered through large glass windows and a shock of ebony hair peeked out of saffron tinted blankets. Another individual pulled them off and started dragging Gold by the ankle. The teenager kicked out at air and was unceremoniously dropped to a wooden floor. When the boy disgruntlingly opened his eyes, a blinding smile and a pair of ruby irises shining with delight greeted him. Moaning unhappily, he tried to roll over on the floor and sleep, alas, the older male wouldn't let him.

"Rise and shine Gold!" Red chirped.

"You burnt the milk again didn't you?" the amber eyed boy narrowed his gaze and sniffed.

"...Yep"

"..."

"..."

"Will you ever learn how to cook? I mean...how difficult is it to boil milk?" Knowing his senior was an absolute disaster in the kitchen; Gold pulled himself up and made his way down to the kitchen with his teacher following behind him. A tiny spiky eared rodent jumped up from the floor and slammed into his face. Pichu squeaked happily and clambered onto his untamed hair.

"You were out late last night Gold...You know I don't like it when you come home past curfew." The senior intoned whilst leaning on the kitchen counter.

"I thought Green was supposed to be the prick in our group." Dumping the inedible milk in the sink, Gold replied sharply and watched how the liquid gurgled down. He didn't want to hear a lecture so early in the morning. Grabbing a scourer, be began to scrape the pot in an effort to drown out Red's speech.

"Gold, you are too young to gamble."

The sudden sound of the pot hitting the ground echoed in both their ears and Gold glared at Red who calmly watched him.

"And I didn't sign up for this!" he hissed, "You said you're gonna train me so I could retry the league...I don't wanna do this. I hate sneaking around and stealing!"

"You can't retry for the league, your name is on the blacklist for cheating."

"I didn'-"

"I KNOW!" Red hollered and Pibo flattened his ears whilst his master took a step back. "I...Know...But that's how the world works Gold so I want to create a new one. You know...I'll be the happiest when I finally see you as a champion and I'll be free to do what I want. The crimson eyed adolescent picked up the small pot and cleaned it himself whilst the Johto native watched. The white and red jacket his mentor wore began twisting. In fact the whole room twisted and Gold cried out in a panic, he saw Red turn around with a concerned visage however, in seconds the film ended and he jerked back into reality.

He received a face full of compressed air.

What did his senior want?

Gold didn't want to be a champion anymore. Battle simulators were a scary thing.

But if it makes teacher happy then perhaps.

Perhaps.

He felt like a failure, maybe if he took better care of Lack-2 or paid more attention to his leader then this wouldn't have happened. They would be here, right next to him.

And everyone would've been happy.

Platinum Berlitz's steely gaze trained to a spot just above Dialga and Palkia; she assumed Giratina would fly out of there. The moon hung clear and huge in the sky, akin to a polished looking glass. Giratina's reverse world was affiliated with reflective surfaces and in many legends she read about how normal humans and even some pokemon glimpsed the distorted world in a pool of water or on anything similar to a mirror. Right now the argent light spilled beautifully over the platform they stood on, the debris rising in the air sparkled like diamond dust and the scene was surreally beautiful. This begets the question if they were doing the right thing. Although it was wonderful that the current Poke-verse took minimum damage, shouldn't creating a new universe have...Dire consequences for the existing one? Instead of things being broken down, they seemed to be more beautified which didn't make sense. There were no natural disasters and none of them were being reduced to atoms. All proceedings were going rather well.

Unfortunately there was no sign of the renegade pokemon.

"It'll take some time for it to appear." Cyrus boldly travelled all the way to her position; the ashen man still had his hands clasped behind him but his previously apathetic irises held a spark of life. Desire. He was fascinated by the success of their project and unafraid of the consequences.

"Go back to where you were standing," the heiress responded flatly, "or my leader will be displeased." The cyan haired man lingered a bit longer before leaving, his eyes wandered lovingly over the titans.

Clash

The sound was unearthly, an amalgamation of horror and pleasure and it echoed everywhere. Pieces of Palkia's armor shattered and Dialga reared backwards and fell on all fours. The blue gem embedded in its chest held a visible crack. The gilded floor around them fragmented however, in a few seconds it went back to normal. Clouds of steam issued from both the beasts' mouths as they took a split second to rest their heaving bodies. In the next instant, the spatial pokemon lunged and tore space into half whilst Dialga fired a roar of energy; it struck Palkia square on its jewel and the pink crystal shattered.

Nothing happened.

A momentary lull occurred as Palkia shrunk down in size and regrew. The temporal pokemon's bifurcated body hovered in two places. The warped environment straightened out and flowed smoothly again.

Uncapturable.

Her leader told her this when she proposed the idea. The very thought of a pokemon being un-capturable boggled Crystal's mind. How? Then her superior went on a tangent about how they were created from a different material with the help of unown and were thus too powerful to be forced into tiny capsules. Since the creation trio primarily kept in their own dimension, studies of their biology could not be conducted and pokeball creators were at a loss of how to contain them. Most of his scientific explanation flew over her pretty head and when she turned to Yellow for help, her diminutive senior simply giggled and stared starry eyed at the rambling brunette. The blue haired female noticed the changes in her department. Ever since Red's disappearance, Green rambled a lot to himself and spent all of his available time researching how to open the distorted world with minimum damage. White's organizational skills took a severe setback after she lost her two best friends, even so the chocolate haired female did her best and it was a frequent sight to see Musha perched on her head. As for Gold, he acted like everything was normal but both Crys and Silver saw how the fire dimmed from his eyes. The future was grim for them, with the help of Blue and Green, they pulled togeth-

A seam formed on the surface of the moon.

No.

Inky blue eyes peered more intently and noted how the space between the legendries began opening. Her heart stood still as the seam widened and a Prussian blue world opened up before them. Forgetting their original tasks, Diamond and Pearl watched slack jawed as two glowing red eyes shone from the gloom. A serpentine creature dragged itself out and plugged the entrance of its domain with its body. Dialga and Palkia stopped fighting in order to scrutinize their long hidden brother. Giratina. It seemed displeased with the scene unfolding before him. The renegade pokemon silently observed, its massive head swinging from side to side as it took in everything. Diamond jolted first and sprang into action and like oiled gears, the rest followed suit. With an earsplitting war cry, the preteen swung his chain over Dialga's body. On coming into contact, the red crystals glowed like fire and snaked over the temporal pokemon, it bound the monster so tight, it struggled to move. With superhuman effort, the indolent boy pulled Dialga away and snared it securely. Opposite him, Pearl did the same and forced Palkia away from its brother. The armored beast strained against its confines with little success. Tauros moved backwards and pulled the spatial pokemon along with it, a wide path opened up giving everyone a splendid view of Giratina. Fearlessly, Platina galloped, her dark hair shining like black tourmaline in the moonlight and swung the crystal chain like a lasso. With a flick of her wrist, she threw it

The glistening crystals arced into the air and everyone held their breath. A shot rang out in midair and the blood red restraint bounced off a protect. The mythical creature did not take any chances. As one, the other Dex-holders surged in and stood like a barrier behind the noble, some of them even took their pokeballs in their hands.

Head held high, she tried again. This time Giratina offered scant resistance and allowed itself to be captured. Of course he would, after all, the sole purpose of the chain's creation was to bind him. The humans hauled him painfully out of the pocket dimension, it was brutal agony to be ensnared by the very thing he painstakingly broke out of, at that time he had help, unfortunately Darkrai was captured by the people who forced him out. The ghost pokemon slithered out and once he became fully exposed, he began changing. The snake like body morphed to accommodate six legs which were instantaneously bound, thin wisps of wings joined together to form a frayed, leather-esque cape and the golden mouth piece flitted down to reveal a cavernous jaw.

Giratina did not roar, it made no noise as the chain tied itself up and secured around him. Before the gaping maw of his contorted dimension, the puny humans stood awed and afraid. He could taste their fear, enveloping the area like a cloud. The Dex-criminals stood huddled; none of them wanting to be the first to set foot into a world they knew nothing of. Eventually, Blue's tart gaze landed on Cyrus and she motioned for the spiritless man to enter. To the astonishment of Charon, Cyrus looked very pleased. Hands to his side, he marched purposefully and the rest watched him being swallowed up by a cyan-black world.

"Is it safe?" Green called out and received a positive reply. He pulled a backpack down from his shoulders and unzipped it. Inside there were numerous pokeballs and every single creature trapped in it glared at him. Celebi's ringed eyes held disgust and Darkrai eyed him with revulsion, his single cobalt iris fixed into Green and the commander reeled back, momentarily distorted by a glimpse of a nightmare. Checking that all of the legendary creatures were still secure inside their master balls, he shouldered the bag and moved forward with Blue. Along the way, Gold, Silver and Crystal squeezed in with them and the rest of the organization followed. The Sinnoh trio entered last. They shared a knowing look, smiled and stepped in.

It was an utterly bizarre world.

Something they never experienced before.

A universe ungoverned by laws.

Outside, the creation trio looked at each other, their injuries had long healed but the red chain binding them felt heavy and torturous. Giratina saw fine fissures in the restraints binding his two brethren, in a few hours they would be free.

"Why did you allow them to enter your realm?" Dialga's voice thundered and the renegade almost thought he was being de-aged into an egg again.

"The distorted world is not my realm...I'm the lord of the underworld." his rasped tone sounded labored. "Thus I don't care what happens to it. I've hidden in it for far too long; it's time I head to my original place." The brilliant red crystals shattered around the time and space pokemon and for a moment they stood still, angling their heads to the moon. A few heartbeats later they vanished into portals of their own. Giratina's own bindings were cut and he spread his wings. A hideous black, bubbling gate opened beneath his feet and he gleefully sank into the murk; his glowing eyes lingering on the opening of the reverse world till the very end.

A/N: I apologize for the hiatus; I had a little accident and thus spent the past several days in bed. Anyway, I'm all good now and much gratitude to those who reviewed and followed my story. Made my rather boring days bearable. Much thanks to i throw rocks at retarded kids (Why?) and onetimetrip for alerting my story. And thanks to all those who reviewed. Virtual cookies and cake people!

At GrotesqueChimera: Hello to you too :) I hope this chapter answers your questions on Dex criminal's motives for creating a new world. If things are still unclear, feel free to review/question again :P At AceTrainerLeaf: Thanks for following my other story, KOZ is my first work and hopefully all the mistakes won't make your eyes fall out. Yes, it was my idea to use the Distortion world as a basis for the new one, the reverse world really fascinates me so I thought why not? I'm glad you liked the idea. At Jack54311 I grew up with the anime too but the manga really appealed to me. Ahahaha, I suppose it is a bit of a shock, I was actually worried with how the readers would handle the protagonists actually being the bad guys; but the reviews have been encouraging so…At TheSilverHunt3r: Dex makes their own calling cards, usually handled by Team strategy. Norman helping the Dex criminals? Heh *chews thoughtfully* Lol for the upside down thing, my sister has this odd habit of reading things upside down, claims that it helps her think. At Eevee: Exams are thankfully over (YAY). Blue and Silver have high pain tolerances due to them being subjected to torture. The conflict between Norman and Ruby was also one of my favorite things to write and I wanted to give a glimpse on how the war affected the characters. Engaged? Hahah, I like confusing/dropping hints! Green washing dishes? *does not compute* I think he'd be sitting on a stool and watch Yellow do the dishes. Still, I like your scenario there :) I look forward to more At: Doyouneedacuddle: Your questions…made me take a good long look at my story. I didn't actually think about all of that…as for the layout and setup of the base. I'm sorry, I don't have any real maps to refer to but I'll start posting more information from the next chapter onwards, like where they get the money and snippets of their personal space. I actually wrote a few chapters based on them living together so look forward to that.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, merely this story. The arc introductory quote is by By Lang Leav