Congratulations. You've found yourself on another one of my fics.

This time, we have a little Lunareclipseshipping oneshot. Cresselia sits down and has a talk with Darkrai, and learns something shocking.

Disclaimers: None of the material used in this story is mine.

Warnings: contains use of explosives, classical music, and a spoof of V for Vendetta.

Fic!

“Whoa, 'Rai, don't shoot! It's me!”

Darkrai smirked, keeping the rocket aimed right at Cresselia's head.

“Exactly.” he said. Cresselia shook her head in semi-annoyance.

“Darkrai, put down the rocket, will you? I'm unarmed.” She said. Darkrai resisted the urge to laugh.

“I suppose you're right. You're completely unarmed.” He said, and then burst out laughing anyways. Cresselia growled.

“You know what I meant, 'Rai.” She said firmly. Darkrai wiped his eyes and looked at her.

“What is it you want?” he asked. “And make it quick, I have to get back to work. My stock's kinda down after the fourth, and this stuff doesn't make itself.”

“Well, it had better learn, then.” Cresselia said. “We need to talk.”

“About?” Darkrai asked, turning away from the metal swan to resume his mixing of two compounds to make an explosive which would let off brilliant green sparks and flame, like a firework.

“Things. We need to just sit down and talk. Like we used to do. Before you got ahold of those stupid things.” Cresselia said, gesturing to a rusted old detonator and a branch with a piece of metal wrapped firmly around it. Darkrai grunted in annoyance.

“Can't you see I'm BUSY, Cress?” He demanded, not taking his eyes from his work. “Come back next week and maybe I'll see if-” but he didn't finish the sentence as he felt a sharp blow to the back of his head. “OW! Cress, what was that for?!” Cresselia released the stick from her psychic grasp, sending it clattering to the ground.

“Those fireworks will still be there in an hour.” She snapped. “Now sit down and just talk to me for once instead of shooting some flaming projectile within an inch of my head.” Darkrai grudgingly rubbed the back of his head and set down the bowl of powder. Which, unfortunately for the both of them, was caught by a sudden gust of wind and hurled into the fire Darkrai had started to boil some water for dissolving some compounds in. Immediately, brilliant green flames and sparks began shooting off the fire whilst Darkrai swore angrily.

“Hit the deck.” He ordered, dragging Cresselia behind a tree until the fireworks died down.

“Why on earth do you even like those things, Darkrai?” Cresselia asked.

“Because I do, and my reasoning is very personal.” Darkrai said. Cresselia blinked.

“It's ok, 'Rai, I won't tell anyone.” She said. Darkrai felt his face grow hot, but he spoke anyways.

“Because they're a distraction.” He said simply.

“A distraction from what?” Cresselia asked interestedly.

“You really aren't going to shut up until you get a full answer, are you?” Darkrai asked, sounding half-amused. Cresselia shook her head, grinning. “Oh, fine. They're a distraction from my emotions.”

“You emotions? Why would you hide from them, 'Rai?” Cresselia asked, looking confused. Darkrai sighed.

“I don't want to talk about it.” He told her firmly, setting to work clearing up the small clearing. The fireworks had singed his table and burned out his fire. Cresselia sighed with frustration.

“Come on, 'Rai, talk to me. Arceus didn't make us the rulers of dreams so we could argue all day.” She reasoned. Darkrai huffed, but said nothing. Cresselia decided to continue. “Just give me five minutes. It's all I want.” Darkrai sighed again.

“Cress, it's a personal matter, and I really don't want to talk about it.” He insisted. He, instead, rummaged around for a bottle of powdered aluminum. “Damn it... where's the aluminum when I need it?” Cresselia noticed the small container on the ground. Darkrai swore again when he felt something nudge his shoulder. Turning, he saw the little jar suspended in midair by a blue glow. Cresselia smiled as he took it.

“Thanks...” He said, turning back to the rest of the powders once again. He selected one, and the, after a pause, spoke again. “There are certain things I feel that I'm not sure I like, because often they mean a lot of pain for someone. Not physical pain, Cress,” He added, seeing the look on her face, “Emotional pain. I've thought about just removing the source, but it doesn't feel right. I've “tried” and failed over 300 times. I guess I never really wanted to after all, or I would have succeeded.” Cresselia blinked, and then, feeling her own face start to grow warm, turned away.

“You should've said...” She began, but couldn't think of any words. An awkward silence fell between them. Darkrai just looked at her, and She looked right back. Then, she decided to change the subject.

“So... what does this one do?” She asked, gesturing to the half-completed mixture Darkrai had returned his attention to.

“Its primary ingredients are aluminum and potassium nitrate, with a tiny bit of sulphur added. Then there's a dash of strontium carbonate and parlon for color. Then, add water mixed with 25 percent ethanol. Finally, take your wire, dip it, allow it to dry, then repeat until you have the proper thickness. Palkia thought it was brilliant, so he made me a no-heat evaporator. Dries it in five seconds.” Darkrai explained, taking a wire, and, out of Cresselia's line of vision, bending it to a certain shape before dipping it into the mixture, then putting it in aforementioned evaporator. He repeated the process several times, until he had a thick coating of the mixture on it. Cresselia looked at it and smiled.

“Hey, 'Rai?” She asked.

“Hmm?” Darkrai asked, setting to work on another sparkler.

“Remember what happened last year?” She asked. “On November 5th?” Darkrai laughed.

“How could I forget?” He asked. “I don't care what Arceus says, no matter how many times he banishes me to my Island on every November 5th until I die, I am SO doing that again this year.” Cresselia laughed as well.

“It was pretty funny. Arceus hears the music playing, and He was like “Darkrai, turn that infernal music down! Nobody wants to hear the 1812 overture in the middle of the-” and then BOOM, the entire place blows up. Not to mention all that stuff you said about “Overthrowing the oppressive government” while trying to avoid being blasted was hilarious.” She recounted. Darkrai smirked.

“Well, he did kind of deserve it. Taking PITY on Rayquaza after Latias beat the royal hell out of him.” He said matter-of-factly. Cresselia laughed again.

“You know, 'Rai, when you're not sending flaming projectiles whizzing past my head, you're a pretty funny guy.” She said. Darkrai flushed and turned back to his work. Cresselia noted something.

“It's getting dark out, 'Rai.” She pointed out. Darkrai noted this as well, and set down his tools.

“I suppose it is...” He said. “If you want to stick around, I've got a real treat in store for you.” At which he disappeared into the woods. Cresselia briefly wondered where he had gone when he returned, bearing a large and very heavy-looking fireproof box. He carried said box all the way out to the beach, motioning for her to follow. He set it down on the sand and opened it. Inside lay an assortment of colorful objects, all with one similarity: the long fuse attached to one end. He also extracted a long tube from the box, with a hole cut in the side near one end and a piece of wood inside at the bottom line of the hole. He wedged the tube firmly in the ground and selected a firework. He carefully loaded it into the hole as Cresselia watched. Then, he withdrew another object and held it to the fuse. There was a small spark and the fuse fizzled. Drifting over to float beside her, they both watched as a the firework jetted into the sky, leaving a trail of green sparks behind, before exploding in a shower of red ones. Cresselia smiled while Darkrai extracted two more tubes and wedged them into the sand the same as the other two. He loaded a firework into each, and carefully twined their fuses together. Then, using the spark-igniter, he lit all three at once. The fireworks streaked into the sky, several times crisscrossing, their gold, green, and purple trails forming odd patterns in the night sky. Cresselia couldn't help but smile again. Darkrai gave her a caring smile and carefully loaded a large firework wrapped in purple and gold paper.

“You'll like this one.” He said, clicking the sparker. The fuse lit and he moved back to hover next to her as the firework streaked into the night sky, trailing purple and gold sparks. When it reached a reasonable height, it exploded. Cresselia gasped. She had seen human fireworks which took on the shape of Pokemon faces when they exploded. Now it seemed Darkrai had made one as well, as she looked up at a brilliant, sparkling version of her own face.

“It's so pretty...” she commented. Darkrai once again.

“Of course. It IS you, after all.” He said, still smiling. Cresselia turned to face him. Their faces now mere inches from one another, Darkrai dropped the sparker, leaned in, and kissed her. The sparker, meanwhile, hit the ground and discharged into the fuse of a long, fat, red rocket.

Celebi carefully looked around Fullmoon Island for any sign of the psychic metal swan.

“Cress? Are you here?” She called. She turned around, and then noticed a small red spot in the direction of Newmoon Island. It seemed to be getting bigger.

“Huh?” She asked aloud. “What's- oh, crap...” At which the rocket hit a tree right behind her and exploded.

Cresselia leaned into the kiss, her eyes closed in pure bliss. Then, Darkrai shot suddenly backwards as a shrill voice carried across from Fullmoon Island.

“DARKRAI, I SWEAR TO ARCEUS I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!” Celebi's voice shrieked. Darkrai rubbed the back of his head.

“Whoops.” He said. Cresselia just laughed.

End.

Well, that went rather well. Wouldn't you agree? (Do it or I swear death will feel like a relief after what I've done to you...)

Well, off to try something really new: The Burning Soul, spearhead for my Latias/Typhlosion career.