Title: Tears
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red/Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #14, Tears

Rating: PG-13
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. Special-verse

Warnings: Shonen-ai, AU, insanity, fanon, Character Death

 

            “I don’t deserve your tears.” Lance said quietly. “The damage I caused trying to save earth was unforgivable. I was so blind – my pokémon wreaked more havoc and did not target the true culprits. There was many innocents caught in the crossfire, Red, as I’m sure you know.”

            “That doesn’t mean I think you should die.” Red murmured, and the tears continued to trace silvery tracks down his cheeks. “No one died. It’s a miracle, but no one died during the Elite Four’s attacks…”

            “That is no excuse.” Lance breathed. “Trust me.”

            “You…” Red began, but shut up abruptly when Lance leaned forwards and kissed him, hidden behind a bush with Pikachu, Yellow gasped. She was about to interrupt, when Lance stepped back, a sad smile on his face.

            “There is only one way to atone now.”

            He clasped his hands to his chest, and Red and Yellow both stepped back in shock, as bluish light began to shine between his hands, finally forming a glimmer, a glitter, an elegant sword of polished silversteel…

            For a moment, it hovered in the air, before Lance sank to one knee, holding it out to Red. Trembling, Red took it, and Lance smiled at him, brilliantly, before he collapsed.

            “Lance!” Red cried, startled, and went down to his knees, shaking the other trainer, but those golden eyes stayed glassy-glazed and there was no response. When he felt for a pulse, there was none either.

            The Sacred Sword, a voice in his mind whispered. The weapon that could destroy any evil… and now he had it.

            But… but why did Lance have to die?

            Red cried for him, and held him, and didn’t. Know. Why. And Yellow watched silently, trying to quell her jealous heart.

 

End Fic

Completed 4/21/07

Lance has such a martyr complex, ne? ^^

Red: *Sniffles*

Lance: *Shrugs*

Phantomness: That’s the way it is, folks!