Hey, guys! Well, during class I was hit by an idea for another story containing legendary shippings! This has nothing to do with the Meeting, but the same principles hold true. This will hold Cresselia/Darkrai, Palkia/Dialga and maybe a few other shippings, but not as much as CressDark. The story shouldn't be very long, but I hope you like it!
FIC!
"That is the last time I let you use dimensions, Palkia!" Dialga moaned, collapsing onto her stomach and putting her steel encrusted paws over her head. She let her red eyes rise to glare at the lavender and pale gray dragon that was clutching himself in a shaking hug, and whose own carmine eyes were the size of Frisbees. At her sharp words, he wailed.
"I didn't mean to! It was an accident!" he looked around in fear, trying to locate the thing he had misplaced. Dialga merely hit her blue and silver head against the soft, mossy ground and gave an exasperated moan. The male dragon next to her collapsed onto his haunches and put his face in his small claws.
"You really screwed up." Dialga mumbled, "I mean, really, this time youreally screwed up. Arceus is going to kill you seven times before you hit the ground, then use your body as fertilizer for onions." she shook her head softly at her own words, and almost felt bad when Palkia burst into hysterical sobs. She sat up, put one steely paw on his shoulder and gave a sigh. "Don't cry... we'll just have to tell her and find a way to get them back."
"I just panicked... Y-you know...?" he sniffed, wiping his nose on his arm and Dialga flinched. Ew. "They were arguing about everything... and they were ready to kill each other... S-so, I was like, 'Send them to a happy place... Then maybe they'd finally get along.'" Dialga sighed, wishing that all logic could be as simple as Palkia could make it seem. She removed her steely paw and sighed, waiting for his tears to stop before replying.
"I'm sure everything will be fine." was her simple answer. "And who knows... maybe that logic will work for this. It would be nice." Palkia looked up at her, then gave a teary smile. Before she could figure out what was going on, her neck was wrapped in a loving hug.
"Thanks, Dialga..."
The dragon froze, a blush forming on her scales before she sighed, returning the embrace as best she could. "Right... now, lets go and get Arceus so she can figure out what to do." with that, the two dragons retreated from the spot they had been at and headed towards where Arceus would surely be.
"Do you think they'll be okay...?" Palkia asked, his voice small like he expected Dialga to bite his head off for even asking. The dragon of time gave him a gentle look, tilting her head to the side and pausing thoughtfully.
"Yeah. I'm sure they'll be fine... It's Darkrai and Cresselia we're talking about, after all." She was surprised by the look she got from her counter part. It was a cross between knowing and fearful. His next words managed to bring a grin to her snout, and that was extremely rare.
"That's what worries me."
Cresselia breathed in the sweet, clean air that swept over her body. She wasn't sure where she was, nor why she was sleeping, but she was willing to believe that she had simply fallen asleep at the small Meeting that a few of the legendaries had had. It wasn't an official one, one that had all of the legendaries, only a smaller one with only a few of the others. These same Meetings were focused on much less general ideas, like what a trio should do to protect said part of land.
The lunar legendary slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head. The first thing she noticed was that she was actually laying on the ground, which was unheard of for her. She always hovered, and thus was a bit of a shock for her. Putting this aside she realized, with a small cringe, that the grass in which she rested upon was bright green and ridiculously soft. She turned her crescent head up towards the sly, and realized that it was also a ridiculously bright shade of blue. She stared at the clouds, which were puffy and pure white. The sun was also shining with golden radiance that made her nocturnal eyes smart.
The legendary of the moon tilted her head to the side, then listened. The chirping of the birds was one thing, and it seemed that they were always in harmony and always in tune, but that wasn't what caught her attention.
What caught her attention was something very different. She listened again, and there it was. The quiet, almost silent inhale of breath. Then, the exhale. Inhale, exhale... this repeated a few times, and the swan knew that it wasn't her. She even held her breath to make sure.
And what freaked her out most was that it came from right next to her. For the first time since waking up, the legendary swan turned her head down and widened her carmine eyes at what her sights fell upon. It was black. It was ragged. It had white hair. It had a red, jaw-like piece around its neck. The swans eyes became larger in size as her drowsy mind put together what exactly was resting next to her. Or better yet, who.
Darkrai, as if sensing startled eyes upon him, shrugged away from his sleep, the one visible eye behind the cover of a lock of hair in front of his face slowly blinking open. The first thing he laid his own green-blue eyes on was a pair of startled red ones, which belonged to his counterpart. He stopped, rubbed his eyes with his clawed black hands and looked again. She was still there.
Just like his legendary counterpart, Darkrai glanced at Cresselia, then at the way he was laying. As the lunar swan had also realized, he was also lying on the ground, curled up dangerously close to the moon legendary. He glanced at her, then at himself, then at her again.
Then, at the exact same time, both legendaries, creatures with powers that saved the world every week did something that they never again spoke of... Something that they would take to the grave if they had to.
They opened their mouths, took a deep breath, and screamed as loud, and as high, as was mortally possible.
"What brings you here, Dialga, Palkia?"
In the great golden hall, Arceus, stepping lightly from her perch, went to greet the two dragons that came through the great golden doors. Everything in the place was gold or white, Dialga noted with a small ounce of annoyance. Steel was much prettier. With a shake of her great blue and silver head, the dragon of time replied.
"Arceus, something has gone wrong."
The fox of beginning turned, her steps like the sounds of high heels against the white floor. Then coming to a stop right in the center of the grand room she paused, lowering her head thoughtfully. Deciding that she might as well get over it, she turned her green gaze over to the two dragons, including Palkia who looked like he was about to have a heart attack.
"Oh? And what would that be...?"
With a nudge of her great head, Dialga pushed her panicking counterpart forward, not before murmuring that everything would be fine. The dragon of spacial rending turned his red gaze to the blue dragon before jerking his head to face Arceus.
"Um... um..." he took a deep breath, thinking that it was his last. "I-I... sent Cresselia and Darkrai... to..." he trailed off, whimpering. The fox raised one brow. She held up one paw, a sign to continue. She was used to being stalled by her legendaries when something went wrong, so she didn't rush him.
"To...?"
"A tea party!" he blurted before covering his mouth with both paws. In the background, Dialga fell over and gave a moan, her armor clashing against the marble floor. Then, heaving herself to her paws, the dragon of time pushed her counterpart aside. She glared at him for his stupidity before finally answering Arceus' question with a haughty tone stuck to her voice.
"Palkia here..." at this, said male lowered his head in shame. Dialga continued, "Sent Darkrai and Cresselia to the Happy Dimension."
There was a long pause. Arceus leaned forward, manged to look both dragons in the eye at once and tilted her head dramatically to the side. Palkia whimpered. Dialga glared back. The Creator withdrew her head, paused again before breaking into a giant grin.
"Really?!"
Both dragons only watched in stunned awe as the great Creator of them all pranced around in circles, laughing. Sensing the stares, the goddess stopped, nodding to herself. "I knew you were excellently gifted with your powers, Palkia... but this is amazing! Excellent job!"
"WHAT?" Dialga blinked. She could argue with all of the points that the fox had spewed. The only reason the dream legendaries had been warped to another dimension was because Palkia sucked with his powers that much. Said male seemed to think the same thing. He gaped at Arceus dumbly, trying to figure out if she was making fun of him or not. She was serious.
"Um.. please explain?"
The snow white fox nodded to herself. "Have you noticed the fights that Cresselia and Darkrai have been getting into with the other as of late?" The other two dragons, still stunned, nodded. In fact, the fights had gotten so bad, the two legendaries had been literally and barely held back from tearing the other to shreds.
"Finding a way back from that dimension will take teamwork. I want the two to learn this. Dreams and nightmares are useless if there is no balance... no harmony." she said this in a very poetic voice, and Dialga was reminded of Moltres. "I want them to finally realize that they need each other."
"Uh huh." Palkia still had a question that worried him. With a deep intake of breath, he spoke, "And... what if they don't get along? What if they kill each other?" His voice was anxious and high. The chances of that same occurrence happening was very likely. Arceus didn't even blink or pause at the question.
"Eh, then it won't be my problem."
The dragon of time and the dragon of space both exchanged glances and wondered faintly if this was going to end in blood and flames. Then, with a moan, both realized that this was Cresselia and Darkrai they were talking about...
Blood and fire... those two things were imminent.
Well, there's the first chapter! I hope you like it! Well, R&R! 'Til the next chapter, SU out!