A/N: I got Chapter Two up, hooray! For those of you who read previously, you've already read Lucario's part so it's only Darkrai's part you should be concerned with. Everything will still fit up nicely so don't worry! I quite enjoy writing these stories and I hope you all enjoy reading them. Writing will be cake walk for me and I will update every few days so don't worry about me; I won't be dying any time soon.

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Chapter Two

Death and Despair

.-.-. Darkrai .-.-.

Castellia is the definition of industrialized if Darkrai ever knew one. The term building could be mistaken for the word skyscraper around here, and the Pokémon Center looked like the model of a five-star hotel. It seemed peaceful in the air, and the city seemed to posses a life of its own. The place was brimming with pokémon everywhere, dealing with either business or simple, fun spars. Darkrai began to feel uneasy; however, as some of the pokémon who noticed his presence seemed to glare at him with anger, their faces practically condemning him for entering their sacred haven. What had he done to deserve such loathe?

Darkrai heard a loud snap, "Darkrai, snap out of it. We're almost there, follow me." Scrafty looked anxious as he walked towards one of the docks, giving Darkrai the impression that their destination couldn't be much further. "We're here, we've finally made it to our hideout!" Scrafty announced. Darkrai made a quick observation: the dock they were at was barren, which was well enough; but, there wasn't anything out of place. At least, there wasn't anywhere they could possibly hide out, which baffled Darkrai. Where is the hideout? There seemed to be nothing but water beyond the dock for miles and miles.

"Where is it?" Darkrai questioned, frustrated with his tried and failed attempts to figure it out himself. Scrafty pointed to a stairwell leading down in front of the docks, and he curiously followed him down. While the leveling gave him a closer view of the ocean, there still wasn't any hideout he could see. After Darkrai visibly got more and more aggravated, Scrafty broke out in laughter.

Grinning, Scrafty said, "Okay, I think I've teased you enough, man." He put his hand on the side of the dock, and with a little force, a doorway was revealed. Darkrai narrowed his eyes at Scrafty. No wonder he couldn't find the entrance. With a formal gesture from Scrafty, Darkrai entered the hideout and was instantly smacked with an odor that kills.

"Ugh, what is that smell?" Darkrai demanded, feeling the sudden urge to gag.

Scrafty groaned, "It's the Castellia Sewers, yo. What did you expect?" Looking around, he realized that Scrafty was right. The rotten stench and the murky waters surrounding them confirmed that it was, indeed, the sewers. Darkrai couldn't pretend that this was a surprise; after all, who would look for a gang of misfits in a secluded place like the sewers? It was ingenious, actually, but not without a price. However, Darkrai soon realized something was wrong.

"Where the hell is everyone else?" Darkrai grumbled.

Scrafty smirked, "Deeper in the depths of this here sewers. In case anyone should stumble upon us. We would know they found us thanks to the assistance of entry cameras, and we would be able plan an attack before they even knew what hit them. My idea, yo." That last part was obvious; the pride in his voice could be heard by even the deafest of pokemon. "We just have to keep moving. We'll eventually meet up with the resistance team." Darkrai didn't argue, wordlessly following his jack-o-lantern friend further into the heart of the sewage. There were rotten garbage floating in the polluted waters, and manure seemed to be plastered on the walls. Anyone stumbling here would be turned off by just the smell; who would be foolish enough to stay? They finally reached to a point where it appeared to be a dead end, but Darkrai knew better. There had to be something he couldn't see.

Sure enough, when Scrafty knocked on the wall, a gruff voice spoke, "What's the password?"

"Asinine, Retarded, Creator, Egregious, Unrefined, and Supercilious." he quickly sang. He probably had that memorized, Darkrai concluded. Darkrai couldn't even remember the first word of that sentence.

"... You may enter," the voice answered, and the walls started to part. Why did they have such a complicated password; was it even possible to memorize such a lengthy composition?

A whisper touched his ear, "Darkrai, that isn't the only possible password. The password can be anything, so long as it spells out the word Arceus at the end." Darkrai took a few minutes to let that sink in before he finally understood. Each word Scrafty used spelled out Arceus in the end (or REUS, as those were the only words Darkrai could remember). Darkrai thought that the horrid stench of the sewage had prepared him for what might lie ahead, but he was totally unprepared to walk into a room that was cleaner than even the streets of Castellia.

The place was quite huge, and there were a whole bunch of facilities. There were a bunch of computers lined up in a row on a wooden table to his left, two particular pokemon sitting down and typing on them. There were enough books to murder a word nerd to his right, and in front of him lied a huge table that was probably used, Darkrai concluded, to eat meals. Noting the stairs to his far right, he made another assumption that any possible bedding would be held up there. While the wood walls and floors were no five-star hotel, it wasn't exactly as bad as the sewage outside.

The pokemon that let them in grumbled, "What took you so long, Scrafty?" The pokemon had a huge red nose, and had huge muscles. If Darkrai didn't know any better, he'd say he belonged at a circus.

"Sorry, Conk. We had some set back on the way back here, man." Scrafty explained. "Yo, this here is Darkrai, the pokemon who urgently called us yesterday." Conkeldurr opened his mouth to speak, but Scrafty continued, "The man seems to have suffered a sad memory loss, but it seems he has retained some ability to fight. Do you think we could use him in our forces, yo?"

The huge pokemon nodded, "Sure will. His memory loss is disappointing to say the least, but we're always looking for more solders."

"Scrafty, who is this pokemon?" Darkrai asked, frustrated that he was sitting here doing nothing but let others determine his fate.

"He's Conkeldurr, man, our War General," Scrafty answered casually.

Darkrai narrowed his eyes, "Where is everyone else?"

This time, Conkeldurr answered, "Out in the field. We have some of our forces spying on the radio tower. Our other forces are gathering the needed supplies for our stampede."

"Stam...pede?" Darkrai asked, although it sounded more like a statement.

Conkeldurr nodded, "The radio tower was taken from us by Arceus' cronies. If we could just retake the radio tower, we'll have a shot of spreading around some propaganda on the radio. Open other pokémon's eyes to the truth of Arceus' schemes and lies." It made logical sense to Darkrai, but something in his inner gut was screaming that they don't stampede the building.

You can't let them do it! the voice beckoned.

Darkrai mentally groaned, Ugh, it's you again. Why shouldn't I? Arceus wants my head just as badly as he wants theirs!

You're missing the point! If they take over the building ... bad things will happen! the voice uncertainly foretold.

Darkrai smirked, Like what? Seeing as how he didn't have an answer for him once again, he counted that is victory number two. The Conkeldurr cleared his throat.

"Yes?" Darkrai asked uncertainly. Did he miss something?

"I said, are you good at distractions?" he asked. Darkrai half-heatedly nodded. If a distraction is what he wants, he's pretty sure he could give it.

The Conkeldurr smiled, "That's good! That's, really, really good."

-.-.-.-

"Hey, get back here!" a shop owner yelled.

The shadow pokemon just laughed, "Catch me if you can!" The nerve of the generation of today's pokemon is outstanding, or so believed the shop owner Kecleon.

"Somebody, help me! Help me catch that thief!" Kecleon cried. It seems his cries weren't unnoticed, the commotion was causing quite a lot of attention. Some of the locals tried to aid Kecleon, but they weren't having much success. The shadow pokemon was quite quick on his feet (or, levitating skills), and seemed to demonstrate enough power to muscle through the pokemon police that started chasing after the black bastard.

One of the Herdier charged at the young shadow, but being a ghost has its perks. Evading the assault was cake walk and only concluded with an anger mutt bleeding out on the floor. Hitting that wall seems to have gone to his head. A Leavany almost got him with an X-Scissor, but a Weavile ended up smacking it from behind for whatever reason. The shadow pokemon didn't care, he just wanted to avoid getting caught at all costs.

"Halt, Darkrai!" a red-eyed pokemon barked. Kecleon felt instant relief flood into his veins, the legendary Cresselia is here to save the day. The shadow pokemon looked a bit spooked to see Cresselia, but any initial shock he originally had faded quickly as he continued to run with the prized goods.

"He just never gives up... UGH that persistent bastard!" Cresselia muttered, levitating in pursuit of Darkrai. She fired a few psycho cuts, but soon realized they had no effect on Darkrai. Without the aid of the full moon, bringing Darkrai into custody was going to be ten times harder for Cresselia to pull off. Cursing, she fired some of her reliable Hidden Power Fighting. The nightmare shadow easily evaded her attacks and continued down the street allies of Castellia City.

"Come back here!" she boomed, catching the attention of everyone who could hear here. All of a sudden, a noise that could break even the strongest of eardrums pounds the city's atmosphere, and she finds herself paralyzed on the spot. She isn't the only one; however, as she notes that every other pokemon, including Darkrai, have lost the ability to move. When the blare finally concludes, Darkrai drops the goods and accelerates his speed.

She snarled, "Oh no you don't! Get back here you black bastard!" Darkrai made a sharp turn, momentarily left her vision, but Cresselia wasn't worried. She too made the turn just as swiftly has he did, but stopped when she found she lost sight of him. Using her psychic powers, she tries to sense if he was hiding, but her psychic powers came up negative.

"Damn. He got away." With that, Cresselia left, never knowing that just beneath her body laid a manhole that led straight into the sewers.

-.-.-.-

"Good work there, kid! Our job was a success, and it's all thanks to you," Conkeldurr chuckled, sounding unsurprisingly deep.

Darkrai allowed himself a satisfied smirk, "I told you I could conjure a distraction."

"And that you did, boy. We finally regained control of the radio towers. Very soon, we will be making our presence known to the world. Not a single soul will go untold of Arceus' cold brutality," Conkeldurr bragged, visibly glowing with pride. It was no surprise; after all, they worked so hard to make this achievement. To Darkrai's disappointment, he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that something was going to go terribly wrong.

.-.-. Lucario .-.-.

"All passengers, please board the plane at this time! Take off time will start in approximately twenty minutes. Please enjoy your flight on the Unovian Express!" the loud airport speakers blared in panel two. Lucario had a suitcase prepared, a large case file sealed within. In order to stop Arceus, he first had to stop in Unova. He could only hope his timing would be perfect. He couldn't let Arceus beat him to it. Lucario went to the nearest pay phone and dialed.

"I don't want your stupid Skitty Fabric softener or your Purugly Puss Premium. I know for a fact that the Puss Premium only makes the problem worse," a raspy voice answered.

Lucario couldn't help but laugh, "Weave, I see you're quite busy. Perhaps I should call another time?"

"Luke? Why on earth are you calling me at three in the morning? There had better be a good reason," he ranted.

Lucario sighed, "I have a problem. I need your help."

"Oh, that's very specific! Look, Luke, I'm tired. Do you really need my assistance?" he whined.

"Yes," Lucario answered with a monotone.

"Oh, alright right. Where should I meet you?" responded Lucario's dark friend.

"Castellia City Cafe, right next to the Pokemon Center," Lucario answered casually.

"UNOVA?!," Weavile shrieked, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" A moment of silence is heard on the phone line.

"I'll be there in a few hours," Weavile sighed, earning a small smile from Lucario. "Should I get her too?"

"Yes."

"Ok. See you in a few."Both parties hang up. Lucario checks his Poketch, and realizes it's boarding time and hurriedly scrammed to get on the plane.

-.-.-.-

Sitting on that airplane was not a comfortable experience. There was a baby Clefa that didn't know the meaning of shut up, and he was forced to sit next to a Garbodoar. Needless to say, he didn't get any sleep or comfort on the four-hour flight to Unova. The disembarking process was also a nightmare, as the security was high. Elygem would take a full body scan to make sure you didn't bring any weapons, (as if it mattered when you could easily just attack someone), while the Meinshao checked your baggage, and they even had to check for diseases in the worst way possible. Although that Conkeldurr did not seem to mind sticking his finger up Lucario's ass, which just freaked Lucario out as he was checked for rare and contagious diseases.

Lucario practically ran out of the airport when the disembarking process finally came to its conclusion and called for a taxi. He had to get to the Unova Cafe, and time was not on his side. The first three taxi's totally ignored him, and one Dewott driver was racist against Sinnoh natives and refused to take him. Eventually, an old Bagon, wearing a black top hat and monocle, was nice enough to take him.

"Where to, young lad?" the old soul asked. Lucario told him the directions to Castellia City and he was on his way. During the entire ride of one hour, Lucario was lost in his thoughts. He couldn't fathom why Arceus would act so selfishly, and he wondered why he would do something so cruel, but what had Lucario more worried was Arceus' aura. It wasn't natural at all; at least, not for Arceus. His radiant blue aura was strong and reassuring, but his new red and green aura had made him seem power thirsty and bile. Lucario had a plan to stop Arceus, but it had so many holes. So many things can go wrong and the stakes have never been higher. He could only hope his companions would assist him despite going against Arceus. He feared telling them the truth about Arceus, and was particularly scared that they would turn against him. He didn't have a choice though, he needed them.

"Well, there lad, do you want some tea?" the old man asked. What? How can he make tea in a car? Lucario turned away from the window to find the Bagon preparing tea, leaving the wheel abandoned. Lucario desperately grabbed the wheel to avoid being smashed by a lumber truck, and entered the parking lot of a Pokémon Center.

"What were you thinking?!" Lucario demanded.

Bagon shrugged, "Tea?" Lucario sighed, but thanked the stars that the Pokemon Center he parked into was the very one in Castellia City. Sending the Bagon on his way to who knows where, he entered the café. The scent of coffee smacked him in the face, giving him an odd sense of home and comfort. He sat down, waiting for his two companions to show up.

"Hello! What would you like to order?" asked a particularly cheery Muna.

Lucario offered no smile, "I'm waiting for two others." His tone must have set an accurate mood because she assured him she would wait and scattered quickly to the next table. Lucario just sat there with his head in his hands, contemplating how he would break the news to his friends.

"Luke, this had better be good," Weavile snorted as he took his seat.

"Oh, Weave, relax. I'm sure Luke has good reasons for calling us all the way out here," sang their female friend Leafeon.

"Glad you both can make it!" Lucario exclaimed. "Now I called you both here to help me ... steal something." They both nodded, expecting nothing less from their aura dog friend. They were used to this by now.

"Is that it?" Weavile asked, allowing himself a haughty laugh.

Lucario shook his head, "We're going to steal the Red Chain." Both of them gasped.

"But ... why?" Leafeon asked, sounding slightly confused. Lucario knew that question was coming, but he didn't know how he should answer it.

Lucario forced himself to answer, "Because ... because if we don't ... the world might end as we know it." They both looked at him like he was crazy.

"What makes you so sure?" Weavile scoffed. "After all, the Red Chain was brought here so no one in Sinnoh would dare use it again. How could it possibly be used to end the world? Especially with Arceus always up to date with its progress?"

"Of course the Red Chain could end the world, and Arceus is exactly what I'm worried about!" Leafeon and Weavile were more confused than anything else; maybe their friend was losing it.

"Luke, you're not making much sense," Leafeon informed him.

Luke sighed, "Leaf, Arceus plans to use the Red Chain for his own evil purposes, and I cannot let him succeed. The Red Chain has many more uses than just binding the powers of Dialga and Palkia, and if you don't help me, the world will find out exactly what the Red Chain is capable of."

"This is absurd Luke, you know we could be arrested for treason if we get caught stealing the Red Chain, and Arceus would never -"

Leafeon cut in, "I'll help you, Luke. I don't know why you feel Arceus would try to use the Red Chain, but I'm sure you have a good reason. Let's focus on getting this chain. The more time we argue, the more time we waste."

"She's right, I'm sorry Luke. I'm sure you wouldn't steal the chain for no reason. I trust you, too." Weavile sighed. Lucario smiled, his two friends always pulled through for him.

Lucario got back to business, "So, here is what we have to do. The Red Chain is being guarded in a building that once was owned by Team Plasma." They all shivered as they remembered the cold pokemon cult that believed that they should live without a government. "The security will obviously be tight, which means we'll have to be careful." Both Leafeon and Weavile rolled their eyes, they were the masters at bypassing security.

"What kind of security are they packing?" Leafeon asked.

Luke smiled, "The standard guard cameras, X90 models if my resources are correct, while they should have about 30 Stoutlands guarding the building. However, red lazer security is also installed and they even have "back up" forces, but I can't find out what they mean by it. My resources couldn't figure it out in the time I gave them to report back, so we'll just have to be prepared for anything."

"I can take care of those guard cams, although those red lazer programs are always tough to beat..." Leafeon chided.

Weavile laughed, "Luke, that ain't security. That's a pushover. Surely they have more guarding the place, right?"

"Well," Lucario began, "my resources have confirmed that there should be traps rigged, but couldn't locate them. I know they have password security, and they have "back up" forces in case those Stoutland should be bested. Security seems tight to me, but we need a plan fast. The faster the better, as I'm sure Arceus will be expecting the chain shortly." They both nodded.

-.-.-.-

Lucario equipped himself with his "Spy-Gazer 360". It was a tool that covered the right eye in a thick blue lens, that allowed sight-communication with other spies registered onto said Spy Gazer. It's designed with an ear and mouth piece so you can communicate freely with partner spies. The lens are also set to auto-record everything it sees and it has a mini chip that can be used to download and save files from other computers. Lucario personally loved this tool, as it's made life easier for him in the past.

Leafeon purred,"Plan Review: Luke will distract the entrance guards while Weave and I handle the entrance security. Affirmative?"

"Copy," Weavile replied, "I'm on my way to the 'side' entrance now. I can't be caught though, so Luke, it's up to you."

"Rodger that."

-.-.-

"Your name is Stoutland, right?" asked a particularly strange blue dog.

The Stoutland nodded, quite familiar with his own name. The eerie dog smiled.

"Do you mind answering some questions? I'm doing a high school paper and I was really fascinated with your work..." he praised.

Stoutland felt a warm, tingling feeling inside, "You want to know about my work? Okay, ask away!" He smiled and wagged his tail as the strange pokemon began to ask a series of innocent questions.

"When are your shift times?" he asked.

Stoutland smiled, "I shift every three hours with my grandson."

He nodded, "How tight is the security, would you say?"

"Strictly tight. They even have military trained pokemon guarding this place, yes sir!" After a few more questions, Stoutland felt a sudden pain indulge on the back of his head, and he saw midnight black.

-.-.-

Lucario smiled, "Good Job, Weave."

"No problem, Luke. It was quite easy to knock him out while he was talking, and, thanks to Leaf, the cameras didn't see a thing!" Weavile responded, grinning ear to ear.

Leafeon shook her head, "We don't have time for this. I'll disable all the cameras and password locks from here. I'll be sure to keep in touch; you two go on ahead."

"I'll take the air vent. It's a nice place to be when you want to pick off some guard dogs," Weavile noted with a laugh. Lucario just walked on ahead, making sure to hide within the depths of the shadows. No need to get caught so soon.

"Is the coast clear?" Lucario whispered.

Leafeon and Weavile confirmed, "Clear."

Lucario walked through what seemed to be a meeting room. A huge table was set up with glass seats, and it seemed to have files scattered everywhere. Lucario looked around and found three doors, not knowing which one would lead him closer to the chain.

Lucario sighed, "Some help here."

"A digital map should appear on both your Spy Gazers in three ... two ... one ..." Leafeon responded. Sure enough, a digital map appeared, showing a red X where Lucario could only guess signaled the Red Chain. According to the map, the left door way was the route to travel.

"Luke, I'm going to need your help. While normally I'd just sneak up and knock out these Stoutland, there are too many of them to do so efficiently. On my signal, take your left doorway and assist me with these guards." Weavile commanded.

On Weavile's signal, Lucario entered the door and saw about ten Stoutland charging at him. Lucario had the type advantage and knocked the ten out, and Weavile seemed to be doing fine on his end.

"Luke, Weave, watch out! They're calling for back up and they've almost reached your location," Leafeon informed.

As Leafeon accurately predicted, Elygem, Darmanitan, Scrafty, Samurott, and Chandulure were brought in as back up. Lucario and Weavile shared a heart-felt laugh; they haven't had this much fun in ages. Lucario fired a Close Combat at Scrafty, but soon regretted not targeting Darmanitan when it sent a flamethrower his way. Ugh, that hurt. Lucario didn't stop beating down on Scrafty and soon took it out, but by then the Darmanitan was on him. Shit, Lucario thought as Darmanitan charged with Flare Blitz. However, Darmanitan was stopped in mid run as he was knocked down by Weavile's Night Slash. Samurott fired a Hydro Pump at Weaviles way, but being incredibly fast, he avoided the assault and Darmanitan was struck by it instead, leaving them one less opponent to worry about.

"Shit! More back up is coming!" Leafeon warned.

"Luke, go on ahead without me. I'll distract these guards long enough for you to retrieve the chain. Go!" Weavile barked. Lucario ran fast up the flight of stairs as Weavile prevented any other pokemon from chasing him. Using the digital map as a guide, he made his way to the Chain's room. Thanks for Weavile's efforts, all security was commanded to stop Weavile and allowed Lucario free reign to walk without running into any guards. Well, he did run into one Stoutland sleeping, but he was able to beat it down so it wasn't an issue. He took a moment to look down upon the Red Chain in awe, as its color was almost a vibrant red. When Lucario released the chain from its bounds; however, it shattered as soon as it was hit by oxygen. Lucario's eyes widened in realization.

Lucario panicked, "Guys, I have bad news. The Red Chain isn't here. We were set up."

A/N: Well that wraps up this chapter! I hope you enjoyed, feel free to critique in a review :3

I will now do a "Bad Story of the Chapter" in my segment where I've found a story that you most certainly should not read, or, stories with particular flaws that I point out. My advice for today is to stay away from any story with a summary that sounds like this:

"x year old trainer y is setting off in the x region, where he will meet new trainers along the way, and will meet new people and stop team xy!" Here is a tip for your summary: do not tell me your entire story in the summary. Just give me an inside look of what I'll be getting into.

Anthony out, have fun young readers!