Title: End of the Dance
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #28, Silence
Rating: R
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, death, violence, rape, shonen-ai

Summary: What if Ash and Lance didn’t know about the Sacred Sword, but the public did, and they needed it…?

He’s sitting there, bewildered. He has absolutely no idea what’s going on. The crowd is hissing and spitting, alternately cursing and pleading with him, throwing things, he ducks a rotten tomato, and suddenly, the security barrier around the Indigo Plateau is breached, and they’re surging forwards, a hungry, devouring sea. By the time the police get things under control, he’s a limp rag doll, streaky pink running down his thighs, blood everywhere, and even the scientists look ill when they see all the… missing pieces. His neck is snapped in half, not even clean, and as they carry the body off to examine it, the crowd continues to scream.

When the autopsy is finished, all hope slips through their fingers, along with slippery flesh and blood and bone, because there is no sign of what they sought.

The Sacred Sword…

“You fools!” Professor Elm cries, arrived too late. “The Sacred Sword must be willingly given, and only the Chosen One can wield it!”

The angry retorts he might have spoken went unsaid, as dull terror gripped them all. Force and violence were no way to win, a whisper as legs were forced apart, growls that the bitch should take it and it would be good for him and now, that he’d gotten some lovin’, give them the Sword!

It’s too late, because Ash screams when he sees the footage, and there are black feathers on his shoulders as his eyes dilate gold, and Destiny has no mercy for the ones that killed his mate, none at all.

It doesn’t quite matter who leaked the information, because they all die, and he tenderly carries Lance home to the Whirl Islands, where Lugia cries over his fallen child, mortal to the last, and seals him in clear bluish crystal, and the ones who did this will pay, oh they will, and the voices of all the pokémon cry out in protest, deep within the Realm of Dreams as humanity’s destruction scorches the earth.

He runs out of people to kill before he runs out of anger, and Ash broods, and waits, and burns with anger, and this time, he knows, he will NOT forget.

He could never forget something like this…

So this time, when he stands in front of Serebii, and watches the traitor human who somehow got the tale from the Unown dying, writhing in agony, she acquiesces to his request and now… now, he’ll remember…

Because if Lance can’t protect himself, Ash will do it for him, because that is what lovers do.

End Fic

Completed 6/28/07

This takes place after ‘In the End’, definitely.

Lance: O.O

Shoyko: O.O

Phantomness: Well, I haven’t done truly dark fic in a while, so… I scared myself!

Ash: *Cries and hugs Lance*