Title: Romantic
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #82, Romantic
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: Fanon, AU, het

Their life is not perfect, Red thinks. He’s not sure why people tend to paint it in wine and roses. Certainly, he is happy, and Lance is wonderful, and their work of restoring Kanto and Johto is going well, but no one understands.

Perfection just doesn’t exist, and people should learn to be content with what they have. Heroes so often have feet of clay, and yet, experience never teaches the masses anything. They continue to chase the new fad, the new hero, the new slut plastered all over every magazine for a month, before being tossed aside like trash in the next.

If they knew the truth, they would be disgusted.

Red isn’t as pure as everyone would like to think.

Lance isn’t as evil as people are led to believe

The union of Light and Dark people keep talking about is all wrong. Red was never Light. Light is Charlotte’s domain, after all. He has always been Shadow.

Are they idiots?

He can fake being nice, and he is nice, to some extent, but he’s not an angel and Lance isn’t a devil. Why do they see everything in black and white?

It makes him angry.

But as long as it hides the true nature of what they share, he can deal with it, even when she takes him out in a limousine garlanded with roses, which Red admits is a bit too much. They are pretty though, buttercup yellow, and white with an almost bluish tinge, and of course, deep red. Romantic…

Still, he enjoys the fancy dinner, and afterwards, they make love in the back seat and he promises himself that he’ll never forget his most important person, who is the real reason for this masquerade.

And Lance smiles.

Pleasure is fine – it takes the edge off their hectic lives, but there is much more than that. She kisses him, and feels him sigh.

“I love you,” Lance reassures him.

He blushes, looking away. Why is he embarrassed? There is nothing wrong with her statement.

“Lance-chan…”

“Don’t,” She cuts him off. “I don’t care what people say. I could care less what those sniveling, miserly leeches think. I love you and that is not going to change.”

Red shuts up at this, and just cuddles.

* I trust you. *

End Fic

Completed 9/22/06

Edited 7/2/09

No more incest, thank goodness…