#spatialrends

God, she already regretted this. Having her brother see her in such a pathetic state made her feel embarrassed. 

“I’m fine standing. That’s what this is for.” A painted nail taps on the top of the cane she was leaning on. “Don’t worry, it’s temporary.” She winced, recalling the crack of the bat swinging at her legs. It’s a wonder nothing had broken.

The sounds of her own screams echoed in her mind. The smell of cigarettes invaded her senses, despite nobody being around smoking. She was suddenly back in that place, until she blinked.

“Alright, cut the shit. I know you’re lying to me.” Giratina could tell by the way he hesitated, and how he answered. If there was one thing she hated, it was being lied to.

“It’s all shitty and bad.” Yet for whatever reason, she knew she was going to give their father a gift just like she did for father’s day. She didn’t know why she was like this. 

For the first time in many millennia, Giratina felt a presence she hadn’t felt. She always liked to think she was connected to her brothers, in a way. Able to tell when each of them entered, and left the plane of earth. Teeth grit together tightly as she stormed outside, looking up at Mount Coronet through the trees. 

In an instant, she was at Spear Pillar, eyes locked on a familiar figure at the peak. The only sound that filled her ears was static. The very air itself was tense. It didn’t take much for her to close the distance between them. A blue orb swirled to life in her hand, before she whipped it towards Palkia. The sphere careened to the right, missing her brother and slamming into one of the warped pillars.

“Palkia,” she growled, stance rigid with anger, “so you finally decided to crawl out of your dimension, huh?” The nails on her left hand grew as it turned a sickly black color. Shadow Claw, no doubt. 

“You better talk; you better talk fast. I’m not as patient as I once was.”

There was a bit of hurt in her tone and her eyes, no doubt. The last time she saw him before the Spear Pillar incident was before she got banished. There was nothing, absolutely nothing after she got out. Not from him, or Dialga. She always figured it was for the best. She was a mess back then, but it still hurt, it hurt. And what did she cover up pain with?

“Taking that as a no.” Deoxys didn’t know who or what this person was, but the energy she felt from him was off the charts. It was enough to muffle and force out all of the energies and thoughts from the population around them. She wasn’t sure if that was better or not, considering she was feeling a headache coming on still.

     “ . . . Fonz . . . “