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[GIR]

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It was odd. He often dreamed of soaring above this very town, bathing in the light of an inferno. Fire didn't discriminate it's target, it simply moved and killed and moved again. The vermin struggled in the streets, pulling at their burning clothes for some kind of release, but most simply prolonged their agonizing deaths. Even thrones that were simply passing by died as well. Except for that one throne, Soul. Her human body immune to the tongue of Zien flame. It was odd, but she looked so perfect and pale in the moonlight, surrounded by the ashes and charred corpses. It was a sadist's fantasy. He'd wake up sweating and seeking air in quick gasps and despite how serene his dreams were, he always awoke with a start, rising from his tomb with his single eye wide open. The new throne was most awful at best and he knew he wasn't the only one feeling terrible about having her around.

Sadly, he'd never get close enough to investigate this new throne. She had the legendary dogs trailing her. It didn't do any good for him. "Oh well,"

[/b] His feet lifted off the ground and he twisted upside down with mad laughter, "I might as well enjoy this."[/b] Levitation, such a trivial thing that many of his peers shared. Such an awful thing. But he really shouldn't trail off in his thought process, it wasn't good for him. The bloodbath... it would be because the Zien do not want Soul, hm? What will the alternate world do when the demons attack? It would only take one pissed off portal to help them into the pokemon world. Oh joy, how much fun would it be to watch all six portals work together and open up a warp in space big enough to bring everyone? It would truly be a party!

Maybe he could persuade a few portals unto the side of destruction? A shrill laughter trickled from between his lips. It wasn't that he didn't like Soul, but humans didn't belong in Ziel, they belonged in their world, weak and squirming. He was the bird and she was the worm wiggling between his talons. Now, he just needed to get past her guards and get the portals to open up for him. He was flirting with disaster and she always welcomed his advances. Somehow he had gone from thinking he'd never get near Soul to practically having her right in front of him at that moment. His light body twisted until he was upright and his feet touched the cold ground, "Oh where, oh where can I find what I am looking for?"[/b] Oh fun.

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[MATTHEW]

[ HOLD IT TOGETHER, BIRDS OF A FEATHER ]

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&. NOTHING BUT LIES AND CROOKED WINGS .&

“Pi, pi, pi.”

The small one foot rodent darted around the gray buildings and scrambling between the occasional stray object left alone in her way. Her crooked black tail bobbed behind her as she ran and the occasional tiny electric spark would leave her fur and trail on the cement –the Pichu still possessed very little control over her electricity. She scrambled to the top of a trash can and turned her black eyes greedily around, drinking the sights around her, her small nose wrinkled a clear indicator that she was looking for someone. Her round head whipped around and her nose wrinkled again. “Where…?” the Tiny Mouse Pokémon’s eyes narrowed and her brows knitted in concern. Slowly as if she was reluctant to do so the Pichu closed her eyes and drunk in the air tentatively –it seems she had lost the person she came to this town in the first place. She remained poised for a few seconds before her eyes snapped open and she leaped from atop the trashcan, her little paws kicking up the little pebbles that sometimes wandered to the sidewalks.

Matt was sitting down waiting for the Pichu –she had a habit of wandering away for no good reason and he knew it was a habit he wasn’t about to fix. The Latios replica had a sphere in his hand –the thing seemed to be bluish in color but what would’ve drawn anyone’s attention to it is that something seemed to move within it –like a shadow or blue ink of some sort and how it moved didn’t seem to be affected by gravity or how the sphere was being held. Automatically –as if doing so was ingrained into his brain in such a way that it was already second nature to it he threw the ball into the air and caught it again –all without sparring it a glance. His eyes were attached forward, his attention fixed to where the direction that Kyoo had last taken, although his thoughts were elsewhere. Just as the sphere landed easily on his hand he caught movement –a flash of it appearing for a minute then gone. He pocketed the sphere without even thinking about the action and then suddenly he caught the same quick movement again but this time it came attached with yellow fur and a black crooked lighting-bolt shaped tail. A small smile played at the corners of his lips and then a very flustered-looking Pichu had launched herself towards him without giving it a thought.

She smacked against the Latios’ chest with enough force to make the air whoosh out of his lungs, but she seemed highly unaware of any pain she had caused him or herself, and boy it must have hurt. However, if it did she ignored it and simply rubbed her head against his chest. “Chaaaa,” she said contentedly, still rubbing her head –Matt had automatically wrapped his arms around the Pichu to hold her in place. Now, as he heard the sound he couldn’t help but chuckle. Her reaction could only be due to one thing –she had gotten lost and as always thought for some mad reason that Matt was going to leave her. She tended to overreact at times but this didn’t make the replica any less fond of her. However, he did tend to prefer she didn’t go off wandering like that-

What was that?, he thought.

His head turned around, slowly, left and right as if trying to catch something that had just slithered out of sight. Kyoo still clung to his chest blissfully unaware and just content on having Matt’s company. It took him a minute to register that it wasn’t anything he saw or felt that it was someone’s emotions and as the realization registered he yanked on the mental rope that was making the feelings leak into his head. There was a kind of joy in it, but not natural joy brought on in a healthy manner, it was so strong it almost had a taste at the back of his mouth. The word pain sprung to his mind and he then knew it was a sadistic kind of joy. “Matt,” the Pichu complained “what’s wrong?” looking down at his arms he realized his hold on the electric mouse had slackened –something that visibly upset Kyoo, that and the odd suddenly attentive expression that must have shown in his face as he tugged at those emotions.

He lifted his hand and patted the Pichu’s head, his eyes closing as he concentrated on trailing that particular line of emotion somewhere… “There,”, he said softly, looking in the direction he knew the person must be… Of course Kyoo wasted no time to spring on her tiny legs and rush ahead which in turn made Matthew feel obliged to leap to a stand as well and trail in Kyoo’s wake. Soon he caught the sound of a voice though they were still to far away to exactly make out the words or the tone but this made the Pichu screech to a halt and reconsider her route before she darted to her left forcing Matt to screech to a halt as well (he almost smacked into a wall) and make his way behind the excited Pichu. "Oh where, oh where can I find what I am looking for?" the voice said.

Kyoo screeched to a sudden halt a few yards in front of a black-haired man, a question written in her eyes. “Who’re ya lookin’ for, mister?” the Pichu inquired, her wide black eyes drinking every feature in the man’s face.

Well, Matt thought as he came to a halt just behind the Pichu at least she’s being polite.

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Everyone was... intertwined. Everyone. Their lives tied and occassionally knotted with their neighbors. Fools with their romantic fantasies and their rivalries that rooted so far into the ground, there was no hope trying to dig anymore. Every look you received tied you to another worthless entity. A thin thread, but thick enough to leave an impression in your guilty, squirming soul. A worm. These pitiful Zien were worms. Grubs! They destroyed Arceus's greater plan. He loved them. He hated legendary replicas, those who originated from terrible phantoms who worked as Arceus's puppets. Groudon and Kyogre shaped the human earth. Dialga and Palkia rendered time and space for those humans to thrive on. WHAT DID GIRATINA DO? WHAT DID FATHER HAVE IN STORE FOR GIRATINA?! Nothing. Nothing at all. He was supposed to be a guardian like EVERY OTHER FUCKING LEGENDARY. Turmoil. Giratina didn't want to become useless.

So he did as any jealous sibling would. If the humans didn't want to regard him, they would suffer. So Giratina went after Dialga and Palkia, seeking a little justice. Turmoil. Injustice. He just wanted to talk, he didn't mean to rip time and space by attacking them through several dimensions. Arceus came, it was unfathomable, the pain he felt as judgement rained down on his cranium. The pain he felt when his father grabbed him and tossed him from the human world into some SHITHOLE TO SPEND THE REST OF ETERNITY BREATHING IN TOXIC GAS WITH NOTHING BUT ISOLATION AND TWISTED NIGHTMARES. DIALGA AND PALKIA SAT THERE AND LAUGHED AS ARCEUS RENOUNCED GIRATINA AS HIS SON.

He relived it every night in every dream, only getting relief in dreams where Ziel was lit up with flames. It was always like that. He'd wake up and his head would throb and his contemplation would be why he had been put in such a weak, human form. Why was everyone in such fragile bodies? Each day, he felt a little more angry at his counterparts, each day he'd find and take another innocent life who had simply stepped in between him and his real goal. Obstacles. Destroyed for the sake of himself. He could sense other legendaries moving... breathing. They thrived in a world so like the Distortion World. Giratina was practically king of Ziel! King! King! They would know it eventually. It was his idea to attack the human world. HIS. So when they find Soul dead in his arms, they will find that Thrones are the most overrated title and just put him in charge.

"Paaaalkiiaaa, Diaaaallgaaaa, yooouu're miiine."

[/b] He hissed like a serpent, his single eye lifted to look down the road. A Pichu? Easy prey. He was about to sink into the shadows to ambush the little creature, but then he saw a figure. "Laaaatiiioosss."[/b] The Pichu raced down the road towards him, skittering to a halt a few yards away. His playmate? Followed as if Giratina had baited the line with that rat himself. Gir stared at the man behind the Pichu, practically ignoring the mouse's question. There was something powerful in his pocket. Griseous Orb. The thought made him absolutely mad. "Many people,"[/b] He growled, eyes trained on the boy's pocket. DID HE STEAL GIRATINA'S GRISEOUS ORB? "IIII doubt eiiither of you ssssoouls could hhhhhhelp me."[/b] The replica rolled his thin shoulders and stood very still like a cat ready to pounce. THAT WAS HIS GRISEOUS ORB, HE WAS SURE OF IT!

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[MATTHEW]

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&. AND YOU COULD SAVE MY LIFE .&

Anger… jealousy… spite…

Reluctantly Matt forced himself to meet the other replica’s eyes, the emotions were leaking out of this fellow like dark waves, the taste that he had felt as a mere prickle in the back of his throat now rose to flood his taste buds and the emotions didn’t have a pleasant taste to say the least –he was never too sure how to explain it, how he knew what the others were feeling in order or how exactly emotions tasted like it was different, to say the least. Anger was red hot, jealousy sour in a rather unpleasant way –the way that made you think of dried fruits. The single eye flashed crimson and there was something he wouldn’t have been able to identify if it weren’t for his telepathy in its depths. It was the flash of something cold and crooked, something wrong, it was the same flash that he got with anyone who was unstable, unstable in a dangerous way. Like identifying emotions he couldn’t quite explain this either it was as if the mental link that allowed him to sense emotions went crooked, bouncing up and down like a patient with a heart attack, one moment a clear emotion was linking through and the next that came to a screeching halt and a light in his brain started winking on and off in alarm. This person isn’t stable, it said dangerous, can’t be reasoned with. And as he watched the replica and felt his white hot rage he could only agree with that internal alarm.

That red eye suddenly fell on the Latios’ pocket –rage. The intensity was almost enough to make Matt flinch, almost, as it was he merely paused in his thoughts to consider that. The Soul Dew was in that pocket and he was known to guard it jealously, the replica could sense it and all he could do to hold himself back from clutching the sphere was to focus on that alien rage, not his own, and try to keep it separate from his own emotions. It was one of the moments he wished he could read other’s minds, emotions gave you enough of a warning –yes, but if he could read the replica’s thoughts he would know how to respond as it was he could only wonder. He would have said something but he knew when it was better to keep one’s mouth shut, if he talked, asked what the replica had in mind that would surely make him strike and there was a prickling feeling in him that told him he was pretty screwed if this fellow decided to attack, that is, unless he fell back to using the Soul Dew which was the very object that had this fellow’s attention. Of that, he was sure.

Shit, was his only thought, still rather aware of the rage pouring from the replica.

"Many people," the replica growled, the viciousness was enough to make Kyoo flinch. Unlike her partner Kyoo couldn’t sense emotions and she wasn’t prepared to receive such anger behind those words. The Pichu looked up, warily, trying to meet the other replica’s eyes as best as she could, but that single red eye was still trained on Matt’s pocket and slowly she turned her head to follow the replica’s gaze and it landed on the Latios’ pocket and her eyes widened in realization. Immediately the fur rose along the Pichu’s spine, she shook her short yellow fur making electricity crackle around her coat –the pent up energy searching for release. Her eyes returned to the replica and she glared. "IIII doubt eiiither of you ssssoouls could hhhhhhelp me," it hissed. Matt responded by standing still, his eyes drinking in every detail, the posture, the expression, the emotion, every hair on the replica’s head. Kyoo’s fur prickled and the Pichu shook herself firmly as if too shake away some kind of resolve.

“What are-” the Pichu began.

“Shush, Kyoo,” warned Matt, causing the Pichu to look up at her friend, a question written in her eyes “Give the nice batshit crazy replica some space, O.K.?” he said gently, not looking away from the tense replica –watching the way its muscles tensed, ready to spring and he himself tensed in return –his hand twitched, he was tempted to reach for the Soul Dew, very, very tempted to use the extra push he obtained from its power but he knew that to reach for it was surely calling to the other replica to attack and he despised fighting, at this point he would do the rain dance if that’s what was necessary to stop the replica from attacking, but he wasn’t all that sure anything could prevent him from doing so, the rage was still there. The only thing to do was keep watch and hope for the best. Kyoo, registering his words rushed to hide just behind Matt’s leg, peering over it to watch what the other replica was going in case she too needed to move in a hurry. A wordless tense sound like a yip left her throat and she quickly clamped her jaws shut as she realized her mistake.

Rageragerageragerage.

“Shit,” he said out loud without even noticing.

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Time and space. Intertwined so deeply one would think they were the same. Thick as blood. Dialga and Palkia always fought over which one was greater. Father... loved them. He loved their empty heads and shallow personalities. They were born with meaning, to be worshiped long after their duties to humans were through and done with. He lurked just below the surface of that tragic world. He could only pull himself through things that reflected. Mirrors. He had pulled Dialga into the Distortion World when the wicked fellow had gone to the lake for a drink. Dragged him straight down through the cold water and into the hot, humid, toxic world he had been banished to. He remembered how Arceus returned in anger, lifting one sharp limb and slamming it into his-...

The sound of crackling brought his attention back to the Pichu, who looked absolutely taken aback by his tone. The little rat shook her body, electricity dancing across her fur. His red eye glimmered with amusement. “What are-” Latios cut her off, calling Giratina insane. INSANE? INSANE? Alright, so he called him batshit crazy, but that was the same thing. Latios had his hand near his pocket. Oooh, Giratina could practically feel the power of his Griseous Orb now. The Pichu fled back to her playmate, which caused Giratina to grin. It was wicked and it twisted from ear to ear, revealing white, jagged teeth that reflected the moon's harsh light. His body began to melt into the background until his outline sunk into the gray buildings. He reappeared, floating beside Latios with his arm rested on his shoulder. As his origin forme owned, black, tapering appendages curled around the psychic dragon, talons dragging across his clothing very lightly. One even moved across Latios's throat.

"Latiiiosssss, whatsss that in your pocket?"

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Uh-oh, so he took it the other replica didn’t like hearing the truth every now and then because just as the words left his mouth white hot rage poured from him –the effect being similar to that of when someone wears too much perfume and all Matt could do from wrinkling his nose or smacking his tongue against the wall of his mouth was to concentrate on the fact that not many people liked having their emotions read so deliciously as he apparently did. Because really, some people could hide most of their emotions quite well and those people –the one’s who didn’t like being read by their emotions– had a habit of getting quite pissed off at him when they realized all that stony faced façade didn’t work very well with his telepathy. The last thing he needed was the replica pissed at him because he could read the fact that he was pissed at the Latios… and that made so much better sense in his head, he thought again. However, he could only wish he could hold back all that pressure being set off because of all of the replica’s angers. It was coming to the point where it not only started wearing on him but it started getting contagious –no, no, no, no, he thought firmly, trying to make the ideas scatter. He was not about to loose his head when this guy was pissed at him that was the absolutely worse thing that could happen at the moment.

“Uh…” he forced his attention back to the present, his blue eyes lighting with only the slightest feeling of alarm as his gaze registered what was happening. Kyoo had known her friend’s attention had wandered, knowing him for so long already and the small sound although able to be taken as an exclamation of puzzlement meant with fear mixed in was actually meant to recall the Latios replica back to the present. Of course he could’ve warned him with a whole minute beforehand and Matt still wouldn’t have known what he could do. The replica flashed a sharp-toothed smile, a grotesque thing that twisted his face and the next second Matthew could register the violent intent that was clearly displayed in the expression. The Replica started fading, it was like the color was draining from the body only leaving a wispy outline in its place, fingers, legs, chest, face it was all gone –not that Matt had any trouble with that. But of course this wasn’t the problem, the problem was that he registered what the attack was, he was also aware of the Giratina’s presence still in the area, if you would have asked him to point out the exact route that the replica took he wouldn’t have been able to point it out, but he was aware the replica was still there. It was like his very presence had momentarily scattered and just as quickly started leaking through.

Behind, he thought grimly just as the replica lay a hand on his shoulder.

Instead of inhaling sharply like anyone else would do Matt found himself exhaling –at least he knew where the Giratina was. However, his little relief could only last a moment because the next black talons were wrapping themselves around him, holding him in place so he could move. Kyoo made a sound of alarm but taking in the Latios’ cool demeanor she made no more than look up as if trying to make a point across –she could take it calmly too. Matt only had another moment of gratefulness if the Pichu had acted rashly like she was used to he feared he could be in a dozen little pieces in practically no time. As if confirming his thoughts the Giratina held a sharp talon against his throat as well. He kept his breathing calm, trying to collect his scattered thoughts and line them carefully, trying to think of a plan of action –he couldn’t move but there were things he could do that didn’t need moving, a move pool that mostly consisted of psychic attacks that would barely make his opponent flinch but he thought that with the Soul Dew he could at least get the talons off of him. Arceus knows that he didn’t want to fight but he wasn’t about to become legendary dinner.

"Latiiiosssss, whatsss that in your pocket?" the Giratina hissed and Matt responded by closing his eyes and trying to concentrate. No way in hell was he about to give up the contents of his pocket without a fight but what the hell did the Giratina want to do with it? It wasn’t like he could use it, only his sister and himself could. Kyoo apparently thought along the same lines because she offered an indignant huff, but otherwise kept still, watching the stronger replica move. "GIIIVE ME MY GRISSSSEEOOOUSSS ORB."

Griseous Orb?

There was a moment were insane, panicked humor bubbled inside the Latios’ system, one where he wondered what the hell would make the Giratina think he could have his orb. For one, he had no use for the thing –he wasn’t sure what he could do with it besides give it back to the Giratina, for two he would need to have a few screws loose if he thought he could still from the other replica –he supposed it was stolen, at least. He made himself take it calmly, however, that maybe if he responded curtly, sounded calm some of it would leak into the other replica and soothe him as well. “Soul Dew,” he corrected calmly, “It’s a Soul Dew,” he explained softly, willing the Giratina to understand that no way in hell would he ever have the cursed orb, he’d sooner shove the Soul Dew down his own throat and choke on it. Slowly, so the other replica could see the movement he turned his head back trying to meet the other’s single crimson eye, in his eye was written a kind of warning, hopefully one the Giratina wouldn’t take the wrong way. He was saying that he was going to retrieve the sphere from his pocket so the other replica could confirm that Matt’s words rung true.

With the same cautioning slowness one would use to appease an angry, snarling dog he moved his hand and reached into his pocket. He felt the familiar rush of power that came from the contact with the sphere but willed himself not show it, lest the replica decide that it was dangerous to allow Matt to retrieve the object –you’re used to it, he chided himself. Though of course he felt comforted with the additional rush, at least if things got violent he had a chance. Slowly and keeping a hard grip on it –one that turned his knuckles white– he drew the Soul Dew out, moving it in a position so even the Giratina could see it without much straining.

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Latios, the emotion reader. Apparently he could follow Giratina's hate trail right to his backside. The boy was intimidated and Giratina could not find pleasure from it any more than he already did. He was lucky to have the black streamers that his origin forme had, it kept his hands free. Free to grab his orb and flee! "Soul Dew," Latios corrected, as if Giratina was stupid. The Renegade brow rose incredulously, as if he knew the Latios was trying to trick him. "It's a Soul Dew." The psychic type turned his head as far as it would go so that their eyes could meet. A warning laid hidden in Latios's eyes. It was unknown if Giratina actually saw it, he kept his cat-like eyes hungrily trained on Matthew's face, his eyes flickering downward towards his pocket every so often.

A blue orb. It wasn't the Griseous Orb. Giratina bit down on his tongue as hard as he could to keep from crying out in frustration. He narrowed his crimson eyes as he looked at it. The vile creature, despite the darkness, could see Matthew grow white-knuckled around the Soul Dew. Ah, now he remembered. The life force of Latios and Latias. Where was Latias anyways? She'd be good bait to get Matthew to join his search party. Just wait, Dialga, I'll have you soon enough. Wistfully, he eyed the object, knowing that if he stole it, the Latios would get on his knees and beg for its safe return. The Renegade replica sighed and faded from view. Like a shark, he waded through the air with the aid of his Shadow Force. He was waiting for the perfect moment to seize Matthew and collect the Soul Dew.

Out of the shadows like a tiger, he leaped. He sprang for his target, Matthew, with the aim to send him off his feet. Gir's plan was to knock the stupid dragon down and with the help of surprise, loosen his grip enough to grab it. "LAAAATIOSSSS. YOOOU WILL HELP ME FIND THE WHISSSSPER KEEPERS."

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&. YOUR END, YOUR END. YOU GASP FOR BREATH. .&

Shit.

He was so screwed, there was no other way to say it he was screwed. He could feel the replica’s rage pressing down on his mental link and it was almost enough to make him struggle from the Giratina’s grasp –rage, he had discovered, was a contagious emotion even if he knew it wasn’t his own just to have it so near was enough to make him want to loose control, grasp on what he knew would be his own cool and collected façade. The emotion was already making him jittery, normally he would cut off that link gladly, severe all ties with the Giratina’s emotion but at the moment he couldn’t afford that. The stronger replica maybe able to do more than a couple of things that Latios could never even attempt but not even he could block out his emotions. It was the only warning Matt would get when the Giratina decided to strike, because every time the emotions would seem to build up and violence would start trickling very suddenly and quickly and he would consider that his warning. It could take half a second and it could take a whole minute, time that would allow the Latios to come up with a defense plan of sorts or at least prepare himself for the strike. It was frustrating, however, to be forced to keep those alien emotions in check. He needed to calm down and as he did so he drew in a careful breath and let it out. There, he felt much more like himself.

He also know he would throttle Kyoo if he made it out of this alive… or at least give the Pichu a hard time. This wouldn’t be the first time her curiosity got him nearly killed, in fact, he wondered why he was even surprised her curiosity had lead him to a murderous replica. He remembered last time he’d nearly gotten his ass fried by a zien with a Charizard and Arcanine –he had merely been lucky he had enough in him to either dodge or turn their attacks right back at them, eventually subdue them enough so he could take like a chicken and run like hell. He wasn’t much for fights. Still, something would have to be done about Kyoo, he decided. When he got threatened by a batshit crazy murderous Giratina replica it’s when he drew the line. The line was drawn, Arceusdammit why the hell did he get stuck in situations like this all the time? And now his brain was going in an internal tangent, great, just great.

Then he suddenly realized that the murderous rage suddenly paused, it didn’t stop, not completely but it was like another emotion suddenly sliced through it before it came back again –it was too quick of a flash for him to notice but he caught the replica looking at the Soul Dew and a hungry look flashed through the Giratina’s face. A string of curses, all very colorful floated in Matt’s brain and all he could do to stop himself from cussing like a maniac was bite his own tongue and hope the Giratina would go away. Right now he just wanted to go home, if the Giratina went away that would be great, he promised that if it did he would donate money to charity, church, a nice Arceus-worshipping church of the Giratina just went away or dropped dead at this very moment. Ironically enough right then and there replica’s grasp of Matt disappeared. For a minute he was simply utterly confused then he picked up on the fragments of emotions lingering in the air and he knew the replica was far from gone.

Fuck you then, Arceus, he though viciously. He needed to get frustrated at something after all and he’d rather it would be someone not present.

Kyoo whipped her small head around wildly and sensing her distress was that Matthew was recalled back to the present, so to speak. “Away,” he warned the Pichu calmly. Kyoo looked up wide-eyed and confused but Matt couldn’t risk explaining so he simply waited for the Pichu to move. Reluctantly she did detach herself from his leg and make her way hurriedly against a wall, pressing herself against it and looking around wildly. A distressed cry broke from her lips –obviously the situation didn’t agree with her. Matt only grunted in response –he didn’t want to be here any more than she did. He’d rather be doing something useless like sitting on his behind all day.

Cautiously he walked, not wasting time to look around but rather throwing out his other senses to the area and scanned it as well as he could. He could occasionally pinpoint a strong surge of emotion coming from a specific location which he could only think of as the Giratina’s actual location but the emotion disappeared quickly only to appear a second later in another place. There he thought as a strong sense of emotion (anger, violence) rushed into the atmosphere in a spot just behind him. However the only thing he could do was brace himself for impact as the replica came in contact with his back with enough force to send him sprawling to the ground. Matt would’ve taken a double beating (one against his back and the other against the cold cement) if he hadn’t thrown out his other ability –levitation to take away the harshness behind the blow. As if it was he still smacked against the ground but there was a second were he hung only an inch above the ground before crashing against it, and of course an inch was better than an all-out fall. He gritted his teeth, only grateful for the half-second warning because it allowed him to keep a firm hold on the Soul Dew. If the attack had truly taken him by surprise his hold would’ve slackened.

“GET OFF ME!” the Latios snarled, surprising even himself for half a second. He had landed with one hand pinned between his back and the other replica, the other outstretched before him and still clutching the Soul Dew.

"LAAAATIOSSSS. YOOOU WILL HELP ME FIND THE WHISSSSPER KEEPERS."

The words never truly registered in the replica’s head. Matt felt the rush of energy from his hold on the Soul Dew and grew aware of the arm pinned between the two bodies. Without making a sound a teal orb had started forming in that hand and lucky for him the palm was facing the Giratina’s chest. A snarl ripped from his lips and at the same time the attack burst from his palm in what he considered a very good attempt at getting the replica off him. Feeling the weight leave him (whether the attack had hit or not was beyond him but he was sure either way it was move or die), he scrabbled to a better position –not quite a stand and mentally shook himself. He was pretty sure that was the idiot Giratina leaking into his head. Whether it was or not he didn’t care at the moment.

“I’M FUCKING TIRED OF YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES ALWAYS TRYING TO BEAT ME UP!” he snarled, not caring if anyone was exactly listening to him or not “I’LL HELP YOU FIND YOUR FUCKING WHISPER KEEPERS IF THAT’S WHAT YOU FUCKING WANT FOR BUT ARCEUS’ SAKE DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME AGAIN OR I SWEAR I’LL DO MY BEST TO RIP YOU APART LIMB FROM FUCKING LIMB” yep, that was definitely the ol’ Giratina rage speaking. Realizing what he did Matt gave himself a mental kick and simply concentrated on his breathing. His grip didn’t loosen from the Soul Dew and he noticed that Kyoo was now practically one with the wall behind her and her eyes were wide with alarm.

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He caught the Latios off guard, well.. sort of. He might be able to track emotions, but he had no way of telling how much power he'd put into his tackle. His fingers dug into the Latios's shoulders as he fell, the wind leaving his body sharply as he fell on top of Matthew. Fury fueled his crimson eyes. Like a cat, he clung with everything he could muster. One had was pinned under him and one was outstretched far before him, the Soul Dew practically surgically attached to the replica's hand. Frustration caused him to release a feral snarl. All he wanted was some blackmail! Why did the dragon replica have to fidget and struggle?"GET OFF ME." It was almost like he had put his foot on this rat's tail and prevented escape. Saliva dripped from his jaws. He was so close... so close to getting his father's approval! He just needed the Soul D-...

A searing pain alerted him to the teal ball forming between Matt's hand and his chest. The Latios snarled and unleashed the sphere straight into him. He didn't bother to draw the energy for Shadow Force; this was much funner. The attack blew him off his prey and he fell ontop of some metal trash cans, causing them to fall over and spill their contents, letting out loud crashes and bangs as lids flipped off and metal dented against cement. Matt scrambled upright and began screaming absolute nonsense. “I’M FUCKING TIRED OF YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES ALWAYS TRYING TO BEAT ME UP!” He snarled, but received no response from the entity that was presumably near the trash cans. “I’LL HELP YOU FIND YOUR FUCKING WHISPER KEEPERS IF THAT’S WHAT YOU FUCKING WANT FOR BUT ARCEUS’ SAKE DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME AGAIN OR I SWEAR I’LL DO MY BEST TO RIP YOU APART LIMB FROM FUCKING LIMB” Frivolous. Garbage.

Sadly, if you looked for Giratina among the trash heap, you wouldn't find anything but a tiny puddle of thick liquid that appears black in the twilight. However, if Matthew began feeling something dripping on his shoulders and head, it would be safe to say that he wasn't insane. Yet. Although, the sight of such a vile beast floating above your head with a blood dripping from his chest might make you do a double take. His mouth was twisted wickedly in a smile. It played on his chapped lips, even as he spoke. His words seemed to hiss through his sharp, gritted teeth. "Will you rip me aaaapaaaart liiiimb from liiiiimb, Latiiioosssssss? Yoooouur coooouuurage amussssesssss me."

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[MATTHEW]

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&. WHAT'S LIFE LIKE. BLEEDING ON THE FLOOR. .&

He lay panting, dragging himself to lean on the wall. He had been angry thus he had either not felt the pain or completely ignored it, but it seemed the yelling had a positive effect on him because as soon as the words left his lips he felt himself relax –as much as one could relax in the presence of Many-armed, Crazy and Insane. However now that he leaned against the wall he could fill the stiffness on his back and he was sure that if he ripped off his shirt a purple bruise would be seen sharply against his own white skin –he could almost feel the pain spreading, prink picks on his back warning him of the force behind the tackle. He had been merely lucky the Giratina had not thought of using his talons or Matt would have been bleeding and panting against the wall. He wasn’t looking at anything –only grew dimly aware of the sound of metal clashing which alerted him that his attack had hit. The Giratina wouldn’t have reached that distance otherwise and Kyoo wouldn’t have looked so alarmed then and detached herself from the wall to peer at the result of the massive force behind the attack.

His little break was short-lived however as he felt something dripping against his head –a hard droplet of something hit him squarely in the middle of his blond head and then he grew aware of the little ball of rage that floated above him. Shit, he could only think but instead of snapping like a curled spring he sighed. The sigh was long and deliberate and just about expressed what he felt towards the whole situation. Not more than ten minutes –in fact even less, could’ve passed since he walked through that alleyway and made his way here but he was already weary of it all. Slowly, more feeling that it was his duty to do so he lifted his head to meet the Giratina’s… well wasn’t that lovely he was missing one eye. No wonder the fellow was so pissed all the time. He felt blood drip to his face and he couldn’t help the tight little smile that tugged at his lips. “I sure hope you don’t have AIDS,” he said without much humor, he didn’t feel like much of anything except the pain in his back and the Soul Dew still tightly clutched in his grasp. The Giratina merely responded by the form of a wicked smile.

"Will you rip me aaaapaaaart liiiimb from liiiiimb, Latiiioosssssss? Yoooouur coooouuurage amussssesssss me." he hissed.

Matt sighed again. “Yeah…” he mused, still looking up and thinking the position quite awkward “probably shouldn’t have said that…” he mused “but I’m not exactly fond of people tackling me so you’re going to have to excuse the rudeness,” he concluded. His voice sounded quite relaxed and calm albeit a tad strained because of the added pain that was shooting from the odd angle of his neck and the pain on his back. But he figured that he could be excused for sounding strained since the Giratina knew damn well the damage he had caused, in fact Latios would’ve thought that the impact could’ve been enough to seriously hurt his spine, luckily the blunt of the force seemed to have been taking in the muscles of his shoulder blades which couldn’t be doing any good for his grasp on the sphere but he still clung to it as if it was the only thing preventing from him being dragged to a shadowy and particularly nasty corner of hell.

"Latiaassss. She, isssss ssso pure. It would be terrible if ssssomeone like me found her."

“Pure?” he asked, sounding as incredulous as he felt, there was no use in denying the existence of his sibling since Latios were Pokémon that were known to typically gather in pairs, particularly with a female sibling AKA Latias, so he wasted no energy on doing so. The only thing that held him from bursting into laughter was the blood dripping to his face, because, boy, he did feel the manic humor bubbling in him again. “Sorry bud, but you obviously haven’t met my sister, pure isn’t exactly one of her qualities,” he said, flashing a smile despite the proximity of the Giratina. Ha! Riley? Pure?! The notion was enough to make him bubble with humor again but he pushed it back as best he could and concentrated on the Giratina –whose blood was still dripping all over his face. There had to be something he could do about that “Yeahh,” he started, eyeing the wound as if it suddenly a baby alien would rip forth from it and eat his face “sorry about the gaping hole in your chest,” and then he figured he’d give credit where it was due “If it helps any my back hurts like hell and I don’t think I’ll be able to sit straight for a week,”, he didn’t mention the fact that he could easily use Recover and the bruise would disappear and the pain along with it, that would be raining on other replica’s parade.

He shook the thought aside and decided that he had enough blood drip all over his face. He had already apologized the least the Giratina could do was move into a safer blood-dripping distance. “Listen, you think you could sit down or something? I love getting soaked with a stranger’s blood as much as the next guy but I think my face is red enough,” he said softly. At the same time he realized that if the Giratina were to sit it would be next to the arm that was lying across the cement to his side and clutching the Soul Dew with excessive force. As the thought hit him he lifted his arm and held the sphere against his chest thinking of all the trouble the dang thing had caused him. Then again, there was now a gaping wound on the replica’s chest thanks to it, maybe it was worth all this trouble.

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Simple. This replica was simple. It wasn't very hard to figure the kid out after a few minutes of observation. Shadow Force was so lovely, he was able to stand there, stifling harsh, insane laughter while the Latios dragged himself from his current location to being pressed against the brick wall of some trashy building. His fingers flitted to his lips as he struggled to keep silent, although the Shadow Force kept his laughter inaudible to the boy. Although blood pooled at a center point and dripped onto the boy's head, he couldn't help but rely on the shock to make the pain devoid. An AIDS joke was thrown here and there, but Giratina simply rested the soles of his feet against the cold brick, standing horizontal. His crimson eyes were unblinking; eerie and haunting as he watched the Latios. "Break your back, kid?"

[/b] His voice suddenly lost its serpentine behavior in favor of a more charismatic. Arceus knows if the intimidating hiss or the smooth, seemingly sincere words were scarier? Arceus knows which one was his normal voice, if he had one at all. Clearly, he had plenty of time on his hands to perfectly formulate this.

Even as the Latios drawled on about how he didn't like being tackled, Giratina's expression grew achingly bored, his crimson eyes losing their malicious light. He even yawned, feeling much too narcissistic at that point to even bother to reply. His personality had completely changed in just a few seconds, it was hard to figure which one was real. “Sorry bud, but you obviously haven’t met my sister, pure isn’t exactly one of her qualities,” He didn't reply verbally but instead drew his tongue across his lips in such an animalistic way. Lust. Again the stupid dragon went on about gaping holes and blood. "ALRIGHT ALREADY!"[/b] His voice exploded into the night sky, his fury rising again as the Latios kept going on, asking him to sit down. In a course of a few seconds, he melted into the background and reappeared in front of Matthew. The bones inside his chest-- presumably his ribs-- crunched in such an unearthly manner as he made the attempt to realign them in their correct places. Nothing damaged, really. He knelt down in front of Latios, taking his chin between his thumb and forefinger.

An innocent smile lit up his features. "Do you trust me, Matthew?"[/b] The fact that the replica had never introduced himself begged further questions, but the Giratina replica never specified how he knew, only held up his eerie smile. "Your sister sounds like an interesting girl. I wish to meet her. It's a fair deal, correct? I help you limp home and I get to meet Riley."[/b] Again with his creepy knowledge of names. The dark streamers spilled out from the twilight behind him, creeping all around the Latios until he was pretty much caged. "Or... you can reject my offer. But I may have to smash your skull against this brick wall to get you to hold still while I crush your spine under my foot. The back pain might last a while and I might leave you out here bleeding profusely from your scalp. I'm sure someone will find you eventually."[/b] The sadistic bastard smiled warmly as he finished his obvious threat, "I'm sure you'll comply either way, hm?"[/b][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify][/color]

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&. BUT NOT FOR YOU. .&

Since the replica seemed to be too busy raging above him and/or dripping blood all over him Matthew took the opportunity to both asses the damage and heal himself. The process was pretty straightforward and took less than half a second, he simply made sure that the bruise he was sure to have was only spread across his back then it was just a matter of looking as if he was still in pain. The glow that would line the wound was hidden by both clothes and wall so hopefully the Giratina was too busy to notice anything –he doubted there was much to notice either way unless the stupid replica could sense when someone was healing, oh that’d just made his day. The warm fingers of healing spread across his back and the pain began to lessen, it began creeping slowly but quickened as the healing gained momentum until he felt nothing but the blissful warmth and soon that too started to fade away. He was only grateful his job had permitted him to practice expressions and become an actor of sorts because otherwise he would have sighed contentedly at the relief of not having that ache on his back. He even managed to keep his head craned in the same position that he had it when his back was wounded –I should get points for this, he thought a bit wearily as he felt a shift of emotions above him.

"Break your back, kid?" he asked, sounding almost honestly curious and Matt was pretty sure if he couldn’t sense the emotions of others he would have thought it was only an innocent question. As it was Matt just rolled his eyes as if to say “If that will make you happy –sure,” but otherwise said nothing or moved barely an inch. He was right to think the replica was unstable even as Matt talked he sensed a drastic shifting in mood. If the Giratina’s mood would be measured by peaks the other replica’s anger would have been right at the top and his current mood would only be a smooth rise and then a dead drop. Matthew had to hold back chuckles, oh he was boring his attacker here, good maybe he’d go rape children in some other place and leave him alone. But, no, of course not he was stubbornly staying close to his head. He continued talking, maybe he could talk the Giratina to death, he figured, one would only guess that was the best way to get rid of the dragon-type bore him to death. But of course he should have never thought this would be so, maybe if the replica was stable it would’ve worked the way he wished, but no, of course not, as he mentioned Riley he felt another strong emotion wafting from the Giratina and he found himself trying to suppress a groan –why couldn’t it just leave and leave him wallowing in his misery? "ALRIGHT ALREADY!"

Well, that was sudden and unexpected and it was hard to catch someone that could sense emotions by surprise. However, instead of making him jump Matt smirked, well, what else could he expect of the insane Giratina here? He should quit trying to guess (or rather wish) the replica would do something, he was just going to get surprised, he should just concentrate more firmly on that line of emotion and simply predict his moods perhaps a second or two before the actual response to them rose. Ah, but at least the replica had complied with his request in a way, because he appeared in front of Matt half a second later. Sure he would have preferred the replica sit, but standing in front of him was better, they were making progress here, real progress!

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Well, he had to keep positive somehow.

He kneeled in front of the Latios and all Matt could do from tilting his head to the side and arching a brow in question was to just simply hang on to that odd mix of emotions he was getting from the Giratina –take them apart. He was in the process of “taking them apart” when the replica grabbed his chin, well okay… this type of contact was far too personal for his liking but he figured it wouldn’t be wise to point it out so instead he made himself meet the Giratina’s eye. "Do you trust me, Matthew?" I trust you to smash my skull in, he thought but instead arched a brow to invite the Giratina to go on and explain that odd phrase, because of course he typically trusted people who tried to kill him, absolutely nothing wrong with that. Oh yeah, not to mention people who knew his name without him introducing himself, but Arceus would he have liked if the Giratina just called him Matt –Matthew sounded too biblical for his liking. "Your sister sounds like an interesting girl. I wish to meet her. It's a fair deal, correct? I help you limp home and I get to meet Riley." Oh? Well, of course the horny asshole would want to meet his sister, it made perfect sense –beat up the sister’s brother and he’ll take you to “meet” his sister. What the hell were they giving this bastard to eat? "Or... you can reject my offer. But I may have to smash your skull against this brick wall to get you to hold still while I crush your spine under my foot. The back pain might last a while and I might leave you out here bleeding profusely from your scalp. I'm sure someone will find you eventually." Hmm, all viable threats but if he was dead he wouldn’t know where Riley is and get a proper introduction. "I'm sure you'll comply either way, hm?"

A wide grin stretched the Latios’ face and playfully he leaned his face against the replica’s hand. “Oh? But why do you want her,” he complained lightly, his eyes fixed on that single crimson eye “You have me right here,” he finished softly refraining from leaning into the other replica because he was sure his flirting wouldn’t be met with open-armed acceptance.

On the other side of the alley the tiny yellow Pichu could only guess at what her friend was doing, but she was sure of one thing –if Matt wasn’t paying attention to her it was in hopes that the other’s attention would be diverted back on her either. She took the hint with mixed feelings –relief because it meant that she wouldn’t have to face the other replica again and worry because Matt only sent her on her way when he wasn’t sure that he could protect her if their opponent chose to strike. But she moved nevertheless, slowly towards the nearest exit while the two replicas talked and she could only hope the Giratina didn’t look behind him to see the hapless Kyoo sneaking around –Arceus knows how would he react, he might decide it was worth ignoring or he could be angered because the baby Pokémon thought she could sneak around him without him noticing it. But she kept going barely flinching when the other grabbed her friend’s chin. Just move, she thought to herself move and get out of here! She lost her nerve when she was only a foot from the exit however and detached herself from the wall shakily making it out of that place and as soon as she stepped out she broke into a run, her little legs giving her a speed boost she had never experienced before but instead of pelting it completely out of there she darted between an opening in the wall in the form oh a hole that opened up to the other side of the wall only a little ways away from where Matt and the other replica were. Not even the Giratina would reach her there –it didn’t fit.

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Matthew must've taken him for a fool. He was flirting with disaster. First he healed his back, which pissed the psychopathic murderer off more than ever. Latios smirked at his screaming, the intimidation no longer there. No longer did the creature feel threatened. Ah, but he still had him cornered, the curved spikes at the end of his black banners slammed into the brick, embedding themselves. It was unknown if the Giratina felt pain when he did this, he was wearing an innocent expression. Matthew went for the more playful approach to the situation. Although he held the boy's chin in a vice grip and he forcefully pushed the boy's head upward to meet his single eye, the boy still held a dopey expression as he leaned into it. “Oh? But why do you want her,” The boy complained, only receiving a blank stare from the Renegade.

“You have me right here,” Deception, was it? Trying to lure a crafty killer into a decoy plan so he could test the waters? "I think,"

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The hand on his throat twitched, cold fingers curling and squeezing his throat lightly. He could feel Matthew's heart beat, feel the blood squeezing through his jugular. He slackened his grip and ran his thumb up and down the front of his throat, "So... can't you just call her over here? I think a dark alley would be the perfect place to cause emotional trauma."[/b] Already his brain was formulating; calculating every step. It was like a strategy game for him, he had the brain power to calculate his foe's next step without them even knowing it. It was too bad he used his intellect to help him get off to his sadistic tendencies. Oh well, not everyone can be mentally well.[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify][/color]

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Riley got this very bad vibe. She was just sitting down, watching as Kaizer, her teddiursa laid, with his back against a tree snoring lightly, not noticing a thing about the world. She gigled slightly as Kaizer flipped around in his sleep, her hand covering up a portion of her mouth. Yup, then she got this bad vibe. Something ached in her body and her mind. Something started to worry her, a nagging feeling like something wasn't going right. She rubbed at the temples of her head, the feeling just not going away. Riley let out a sigh, and lightly pounded the side of her head before getting up.

"Oh crap matty." she almost shrieked as she realized where the worry came from. Her big blue eyes slowly got wider, her mouth dropping slightly. She didn't know what was wrong, or where he even was, (they split up in the morning to do some stuff) but now the young girl had this feeling that she needed to be right by his side, kicking whatever's ass that decide to pick on her matty. "Come on Kaizer." she demanded, not giving the lazy teddiursa a second glance before quickly walking down the streets of the busy town looking for her brother.

She had her blue eyes closed as she tried to located Matty. She couldn't really pinpoint anything, and let out a deep frustrated sigh about it. That was when the young girl saw a pichu, or what looked like a shadow of a pichu just outside a dark alley. She felt something oddly neutral, no feeling or anything. In her mind it was cold, a very chilly freeze that sent shivers down her spine. She bite her lip, and clenched her fist by her side. Riley didn't want to go down the dark alley, fight or flight, flight was currently in the process. That was when she felt her brother. An over protective, uncaring and flirtatious wave suddenly hit her. God did the flirtatious part confuse the shit out of her. Whatever, she shook her head deciding saving her brother was better then running away.

She built up whatever confidence she could dig up and slowly made her way into the alley. She felt another sort of feeling, one that told her she was going to get into a huge shit load of trouble. For some reason Matty never thought she could take care of herself. Now while that pissed Riley off sometimes she could see why he didn't or wouldn't want her here. As she came further down the alley her mind literally stop thinking. The site that greeted her eyes was not pretty. She bite her bottom lip, this time in anger not confusion, and narrowed her eyes. What the fuck was that thing doing that close to her brother.

"Hey Freak." she called, picking up a rock from the ground and throwing it towards the giratina. This probably wasn't the best time to come to save the day, considering the weird beast thing wanted to rape her, but the young latias replica felt the need to protect her brother over running for her dear life. "How about you stay the fuck away from my brother and go run off to scare some other little kids?" she more threatened then asked Gir. She still wanted to run, almost every nerve in her body screamed run away run away. This young girl wasn't going anywhere without her brother, dear Matty was coming home with her, not that thing. "Then we shouldn't have no problem, kay?" she said, smiling with a little wink she she said kay.

now I'm running further just to feel alive *

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&. THIS IS JUST A FIX FOR SUCH A SIMPLE LITTLE WHORE. .&

"I think," said the Replica, voice like ice, cold revealing no feelings but Matthew could tell otherwise –the mix of emotions slammed into his brain and all he could do to prevent from cutting off the connection completely was smile seductively back, his eyes narrowed he cocked his head to the side their faces barely hanging inches from the others –the Giratina’s warm breath on his face. For some reason that surprised him –he’d expected perhaps the smell of smoke, perhaps because he was antimatter he expected it to be cold, then again he was a body just like him so of course he generated warmth. Why had he even thought of the silly notion in the first place? Then he recalled how chilly the replica’s voice was, anyone would expect stinging cold after hearing that "We would have much more fun with a third person," he continued and here Matt frowned. Sure he wasn’t very picky with his partners but if the Giratina expected him to just agree to incest…

Even the very thought made him give a mental gag but he kept the smile on his face noting uneasily as the Giratina’s mood snapped and fizzled again and this time he received that cold sadistic cruelty he always got from the unstable ones. But he simply responded by closing his eyes and flashing a smile –a smile derived of a suddenly uneasy yet familiar feeling that started somewhere in his stomach and spread through his mind. He felt a familiar mind brushing his own, he recognized it and that was what made him give a mental flinch but kept his expression with the same flirty smile he had been able to maintain for the last seconds. "So... can't you just call her over here? I think a dark alley would be the perfect place to cause emotional trauma," cooed the replica, wrapping his finger’s against Matt’s throat and caressing the flesh over his windpipe –not quite sure how to feel about that Matt decided to go for the safer approach and not show any emotion, just smile. His heartbeat picked up and he came up with the only alternative he had to make sure to give his sister some time his breathing grew heavy and he only forced it to remain so for the added effect.

He wrapped his legs around the Giratina’s waist –although he could attempt to push the Giratina towards him he decided to do the opposite and drag himself towards the replica, only lightly fighting against the grip on his throat and relief spreading through his limbs when he wouldn’t have to protest in order to get nearer for the hold slackened. He met the Giratina’s single eye, forcing himself to not break the contact that maybe that would distract the best long enough for Riley to just turn around and run back and in his mind he was repeating that very sentence over and over again. No, no, no, no! he tried to scream into his sister’s head Go back! Don’t come! Don’tcomedon’tcomedontcome. He pressed his lips against the other replica’s, caressing the Giratina’s cheek but keeping his eyes on that single crimson one almost willing it to respond, to close and just take out whatever pent up emotions the replica might have on him and most of all to not notice the small bounding ball of energy headed there way, a mind he could sense only because it was so familiar to him but the more she drew closer the higher the chance that the replica might notice…

Who the hell he was kidding this bastard probably already had Riley in his line of sight but at least Matt had him in his own kind of restraint –although one hand caressed the replica’s cheek, chin, face the other was still clutched tightly to the Soul Dew and direct attacks of the face were never a pretty thing…

"Hey Freak." the Latios replica groaned against the other’s lips, not really being able to help such a reaction as he caught the familiar mental pattern and sensed her intentions half a second before he saw the stone plummeting towards the back of the Giratina’s head. "How about you stay the fuck away from my brother and go run off to scare some other little kids?" she continued "Then we shouldn't have no problem, kay?" she finally finished.

He sighed and all he could do from shaking his head slowly in silent horror was remembering his hold on the other replica. Just when I thought this couldn’t get worse.

Well, at least they were in this together…

But maybe that wasn’t such a positive thought.

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