Whispers in the Dark「Pokemon Fanfiction」

Fᴏʀᴛʏ • Lᴇᴛ's Gᴏ Hᴏᴍᴇ

Chapter Forty: Let's Go Home

The boy had no idea of what was currently going on.

Arceus felt the urge to curse, but it simply wasn't right for someone of his status. Removing himself from the boy's mind was dangerous—yes, Ryou would survive, but now he couldn't help to keep his power in check. He just had to hope that the silver-haired teen could do the rest by himself.

He spotted Giratina—who had slipped out of his previous humanlike form; he'd known he'd lost, and he accepted a grudging defeat. It was only Celeana that was the problem right now—her emotions were going out of their control and far out of their control.

If they tried, they could have killed her—but he didn't want that today. He had let enough people die already, and he wasn't planning on simply letting someone die—simply ending her life. Autonomy of life had played an essential part in creating these humans.

Ryou was a different matter, however. As much as the Legendary had grown attached to the boy—he had the right to his own life. He'd let the trainer go in there only because he was the closest to Celeana—if anyone could pull her from her destructive state, it was him.

I really hope you considered the options carefully, Arceus thought to himself. Please be in time—if you do, you will not need to be hurt in any way. But if we cannot hold up this world for too long, then more extreme measures have to be taken.

With that, he headed towards his new partner. A scowl was present on the creature's face—a far cry from the innocent Pokemon that he had created him to be—but that was to be expected. His so-called dream had just been crushed.

"This place holds many bad memories," Giratina commented. "If it is destroyed, perhaps that will be for the better—but your world was one I hoped to bring some sense to."

The god tilted his head, staring at the exit to his brother's realm—a messy portal formed from rocky slabs of debris—before responding. "I did not want to banish you, you know." An uncanny smile formed on his face. "That was a one-off incident. Something that Fate put me up to."

"I know." His brother's reply was short and quiet. "And I know that I cannot attempt to achieve my goal again. If we manage to survive all of this, Celeana will emerge stronger—she will not succumb to my tricks again. I am certain that I will not find someone like her again."

"Then stop what you are doing," Arceus muttered. "I would like to grow too—and I do not wish to be controlled by Fate any longer like a mindless puppet. Come and work with me—you do not need to be fully on my side. Just help out whenever you can."

Laughing, the Pokemon across him shook his head in disbelief. "And get punished by Fate once again?" His voice was bitter. "I feel that they will give me a verdict worse than death."

"Even Yveltal is on my side," the god replied, "and he is the one whom I entrust with death and destruction. Besides...I am not a child any more, you know. I have obtained a will of my own since those times—and I will defend your case."

The conversation then ended—the Alpha Pokemon expressed an aura of firmness that caused even his temporary partner to back away. He avoided looking at Giratina—he was probably embarrassed by the words he'd just spoken—but as he followed, he caught a short glimpse of his brother's emerald eyes.

Arceus was lonely. He'd been lonely since the beginning of time—and he'd seen that feeling dissipate somewhat when he had been created. And for the first time in a while, when they had reached the summit of the Distortion World—