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====JONKO====

I fell to my knees and worked on removing my arm guards as soon as I arrived in the well-lit workshop.

"Good lord Jonko," Alan said as I felt my wounds begin to close and heal, "Did you really have to let a tank shoot you point blank?" _ _I looked back to the entrance and saw the Alakazam with both his hands out, reaching to me with his eyes glowing.

"If that thing hit Mewtwo's shield again, he would of dropped it and been beyond able to stand" I thought to him as I unhooked my cloak and began to slid off the ruined vest. "I was counting on Mewtwo to not be able to focus a smaller shield on my chest when he drop his dome, so at the very least he could teleport at the last minute to safety."

"Yet you risked your own-"

"The Unova Special Forces vest was designed to withstand a direct hit from a hyper beam," I grabbed my bag and pulled out another pair of pants that closely resembled the ones I wore... without the bullet holes and blood. "No solid round would cause Mr. Natsume to weaken as much as he did, nor would it vanish without a trace when it hit his shield." I shed my destroyed pants.

"So you assumed you could survive whatever hit you?"** **Alan's mental voice asked, I snorted.

"No, the impact alone would, as you probably feel, smash my chest and destroy my lungs and heart." I looked at him as I felt him start working on my internal organs, his face becoming a priceless look of shock and horror. "Giratina and Arceus still want me here."

======FLO=====

"Hey, where did Alan go?" I asked as I realized the Alakazam was not with his trainer.

"He went to prep Mewtwo's healing chamber," I looked at the Gangar as she started to the stairs, "Come on, Angela is getting scared." I looked back to the news broadcast before jumping after Granger.

"Should I check on Jonko?" I asked, hopping up the stairs as she floated up beside me. "He's been up here for a while now..."

"Yes, and he tends to get a bit... excited whenever Diablo is involved," I looked at her as we reached the top of the stairs. "Go make sure he didn't sneak out." I was confused but nodded and wandered down towards the room he should have been in.

"What did she mean by that?" I thought as I slowly pushed to door open.

"'I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin, I must confess- Oh Flo!" Jonko caught sight of me from the corner of his eye and dropped a pokeball on the ground as he grabbed the headphones out of his ears. He sat in a little riggity chair with no back in front of a large metal table. The room was surrounded with shelves and cabinets, it was well light do to four long florescent looking lights. The table in front of Jonko was covered with various tools, clamps, and pokeball parts as well as a silver CD player, which Jonko's headset was plugged into.

"You mean... you had no idea what's been going on!" I snapped at him as he slipped the translator back on. He stood up and looked confused.

"The heck are you talking about?"

"The Lightning Commanders have showed up here and tried to attack Mewtwo!"

"WHAT?!" He exploded, and grabbed hold of his knife that sat strapped to his waist.

=====TIME=====

Jonko paced the living room with an irritated look on his face. It's been almost an hour since I told him what happened and he was not happy about knowing he missed it.

"Good grief Jonko, if you keep that up you'll wear down the floor, sit down." Granger said. She and her mate sat close on the couch, little Angela on Alan's lap, sniffling. I looked at my companion as he sighed heavily and stopped.

"Daddy, is uncle Two gonna be okay?" Angela looked up at her father, he sighed and looked down at his daughter.

"Of course Mewtwo is going to be fine." Jonko suddenly said, causing everyone to look at him, "And do you know why Angela?" He squatted down and looked directly at her.

"N... no." she swallowed, Jonko smiled softly and motion for her to come to him.

"It's because he's a legend." He told her as she rested in his arms. She looked up at him, confused. "Do you know the stories of Palkia, Lugia, Yveltal, and the other Legendary Ones?"

"Yes! Uncle Two tells me them!" she smiled happily, and Jonko chuckled.

"Well, did you know HE is one of them?" I chuckled at how Angela's face became one of absolute shock.

"R... really?" Jonko looked up to Alan and Granger with a smile.

"Yes." I looked over to Granger, who had a small smile on her face.

"So you see? No silly human is going to take him down," He claimed, "No matter how bad things get a Legendary will never submit, especially to or because of a human."

"What about me?" A soft, distant voice drew our attention to the stairway. At the foot of the stairs stood a tired looking Sabrina, her Kimono looking a little ruffled from supporting Mewtwo's weight.

"Aunty Brina!" Angela suddenly flew around and through the weary woman, making her smile and chuckle.

"Mrs. Natsume, how is he?" Jonko asked as I bound to his side.

"My husband will be fine, though Diyablo may of been right in heckling him for trying to heal him rather than himself." Her eyes seemed to flash as she looked at Jonko. Alan levitated from his spot over to her and gently grabbed her arm, Jonko chuckled.

"Go rest Sabrina, I'll make dinner." Jonko turned around and started for the kitchen before anyone could say a thing. "Granger, would you show me where everything is please?" I waited a moment, watching Alan gently lead his trainer back up the steps as Angela continued to float around and through them.

"Hold up Jonko, I wanna help." I sighed and went to join my friends in the kitchen.

==TIME/JONKO==

I tapped my head against the door to the master bedroom and waited, the two plates in my hands making it impossible for me to knock normally. The door opened slowly and I stepped into the dimly lit room. On one side the room was fairly plain, only having a queen size bed with velvet red covers and two small nightstands on either side, as well as a single dresser. However, my attention was drawn to the other side, where a faint hum came from behind the closet door as it too slowly open to reveal my hosts.

"You didn't have to bring us anything, I would of come down to get us something." Sabrina said as she sat on her knees leaning over a large metallic tube like machine with cables coming out of various spots of it.

"I know, but I also know you won't want to leave his side unless absolutely necessary." I sat the food on the little table by the closet door and stepped in. "How long?"

"I'll be back to full strength by sunrise." I shook my head and frowned.

"You should be resting Mr. Natsume." I said dryly, "Not trying to talk unless it's to relax your lovely nurse." Sabrina chuckled lightly.

"Thank you Jonko, how are your injuries?" She straightened herself and looked at me, I smiled and shook my head.

"I'll be finding out after I bid you two good night." I said as I slowly turned around and exited the little room.

"You're going to speak to them, aren't you?" I stopped and sighed.

"You know I should be dead my friends, even if the pain of those injuries can't kill me, the very impact force did." I started walking to the hall door, "I want to know why I'm not."

They said nothing more to me as I left their room. I walked to the bathroom not too far from the guest room me and Flo were sleeping in and knocked. When no one answered, I entered and immediately glared at the large mirror. The bathroom was a reasonably sized for the family, his and her sinks on one side with a full wall mirror behind them. Directly behind me was a toilet and a clear shower curtain covering the two person bathtub.

"Giratina." I crossed my arms, looking at my reflection, "I know you're watching." I waited for her to show up in the mirror, but instead of a shadowy figure slowly fading in, my shadow started to grow along the countertop. I turned around as a pillar of light faded and in its place stood the great Arceus in her morph form and gown.

"JoJo," The Goddess smiled slightly as she leaned closer to me, "Are you mad you're still alive?"

"Only because I don't know why you want me here." I snarled and walked away from her and closer to the dead end. "You legendries don't mess with the Cycle except for Heroes, Champions or those you want something from." I turned back to her in time to see three red spikes on the end of three ghostly tentacles slowly come out of the mirror behind Arceus and slowly work their way towards her. "And your mate might try to poke you." I leaned back and slammed my shoulder blades against the wall.

"Damn you, JoJo," A ghostly figure flowed forth from the mirror, Arceus turned slightly to watch as it slowly became more solid, revealing Giratina in her morph form. "Couldn't you let me have a little fun?" She smirked as her tentacles gently wrapped around and pulled Arceus against her.

"If I knew what you two were planning, maybe." I nodded my head to the side. Arceus chuckled and kissed her mate's cheek.

"Would it make you feel better if we told you we had nothing to do with your... resurrection?" She asked snuggling into Giratina's front. My eyes shot open.

"What? This isn't you're doing?" Both Goddesses giggled, and I felt my pants tighten, "Oy, no." I growled.

"Aww, come on JoJo," Giratina smiled darkly, "we'll try and be gentle."

"Giratina" I growled again and walked up to them, "I am not that kind of creature." I snarled and pushed the two female pokemorphs to the counter as I walked past them.

"To answer your question JoJo," I stopped in front of the door and looked back at Arceus, who now stood apart from her mate, "Is Darkrai."

"Eh?" I turned around and watch them carefully, "Why did he bring me back then?" The mates looked at one another, then back to me.

"He made a promise to someone." Giratina said with a sigh.

"She wanted her unhatched daughter to find someone who could protect her and show her love." Arceus took a step closer to me, "This particular individual was a member of the Shadow Reaper cult." I hissed.

The Shadow Reaper cult was a band of lunatics who worshiped Darkrai and him alone. Initially it wasn't bad, however the last leader lead them down a path of destruction and murder. In reality, he was a former member of team Galactic who was out cast do to his 'extremist methods and views' and tried to turn the cult into his version of Team Galactic. Long story short, the last few years of the cult were filled with turmoil as Darkrai himself started killing some of the followers who preferred the 'new' Shadow Reaper cult.

"Some of the cult followers still worshiped Darkrai and, although her mate and his trainer hatted her for it, she was one." Giratina continued.

"We won't share the exact details, but Darkrai agreed to help watch over the hatchling and even promised to help her find her soulmate." Arceus finished and took another step to me.

"You mean..." My eyes widen and I felt my heart skip, both of them nodded.

======FLO=====

I looked around to forest, watching the leaves blow in the gentle wind and the flowers bloom. I smiled and looked down at myself. I was a Zoroark, my fur was soft and warm, my body beautiful.

"I don't care if this is a dream," I sighed contently, " It just feels so nice." I sat down on the grass and continued to admire the scene, when I saw a figure hiding behind a tree. Before I said a word, my dream suddenly changed. Gone was my lovely forest, the flowers and pleasant breeze, and in its place was dark grey nothingness that left me floating suspended. "Master!" I shuffled and tried to get into a worshiping stance as my mother taught me.

"Little Flo, please." His soft voice stopped my movements as I looked up to my Master. His white hair gently flowed back past the red trap like teeth around his neck and chest. His black torso, arms, and skirt like lower half slowly floated closer to me.

"My apologies Darkrai," I said quietly, looking at soft blue eyes. He chuckled.

"Well my little friend, you got to see the creature you admire work." He lifted an arm and the scene of Diyablo getting up and charging the six grunts that were going to shoot Mewtwo suddenly played at the end of this hand.

"Y... yes..." I said quiet as the image split and showed the times he attack the Lightning Commanders with his unnatural steel teeth. I swallowed, "He is my soulmate isn't he master?" I asked in a small, fearful voice.

"Scared my girl?" He chuckled again, "Fear not, his soul and yours call out together, but he is not as... monstrous as he acts." I looked to him again.

"Y... you've met him?" Darkrai sighed sadly, and the images vanished as he lowered his arm.

"Sorrow and pain have followed him most of his entire life, and I have watched his actions since he saved some of my loyal followers from those traitors. I met with him on few occasions," He smirked, " I was actually the one to first call him Diyablo, he liked the name and has used it as his for a little over six years now."

"You named him yourself master?" I asked surprised, I had thought that I was the only one he ever game a name to.

"Unintentionally yes." he chuckled. "But I must ask, what will you do should you two meet while you follow Jofre?" I frowned and looked down for a moment, thinking.

"If Jonko had not beaten the Elite Four, and still let me travel with him, I would stay with him." I looked up at Darkrai.

"What if after you have bested the Elite Four?" he challenged. I tilted my head.

*"After that then our agreement would of been completed and Jonko would either break his word and keep me or release me." * Darkrai sighed and shook his head.

"And yet you're slowly getting attached to this man." He looked to the side as the images of Jonko filled the space. One of when I saw his chest and abs, another of when he protected me from the Lightning Commanders when we first met. A third was when we were cooking and he was flipping rice in a pan, but many of them held only his eyes when they burned with a fire I could not describe but could tribute to needing to defend someone. I shook my head and the images faded.

"Master, I may be getting attached to him, but only as a friend." I said, "How could I let myself fall for someone when you are helping me meet my true soulmate?"

"Hmm, how indeed..." my master mumbled loudly, "Anyway, a note about your 'friend,'" he leaned forward and close to me, "He has a dark secret, and is connected to Diyablo."

"WHAT?!" I reared back in surprise. Darkrai laughed and nodded.

"Say nothing about you knowing, and eventually he will lead you right to your soulmate."

"But Da-" suddenly everything started to shake as he slowly faded away.

"Flo. Flo wake up." I heard a faint voice as they tried to rouse me from sleep.

"N... No..." I whispered as everything suddenly went black. I blinked my eyes, but when they open I was back on the mattress of the Natsume's guest bed room. I rolled over to look at who was shaking me and saw the vague silhouette of Jonko.

"Flo you okay, sounded like you were having a nightmare." I blinked as my vision slowly adjusted to the dimly lit room.

"Y... yeah, I was." I sighed and started to rise, "Guess you want the bed?"

"Lay back down and go back to sleep." He chuckled, I looked back at him as he walked to a small recliner in the corner of the room, where a book and a small flashlight sat on the chair.

"What are you doing?" he picked up the light and book as he sat down.

"I'm going to pray for the Legendary, as funny as that sounds." I got worried.

"Is Mewtwo going to be okay?" I asked.

"Oh he'll be back to perfect in the morning, I'm going to pray his wife doesn't kill him for scaring her so bad." I was silent for a moment or two, then busted up laughing. "Goodnight Miss Flo."

"Night." I said as I curled up and fell back to sleep.