Title: Falling
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping/WataShi (Lance x Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #30, Fall
Rating: G
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: Shonen-ai

When Ash finally realizes what is happening, it is too late to stop it. He stares at Lance, wishing that the Dragon Master would look at him, and fidgets slightly under the table, wondering whose bright idea it was to call an all-region Champion meeting. Lance is talking about trade between Orre and Kanto which is really, really boring but at the same time, his voice is mesmerizing and as he sets his files down Ash looks at those long, pale fingers and wonders what they would feel like touching him.

Ash is not good with feelings. He is loud and brash and ignorant, and though time has honed his luck into skill, it is still not enough. He wants to tell the man how he feels, but the only experience he has with this is when Misty told him how she felt and he said they were just friends and then she ran off crying and what if Lance only wants to be friends too?

It makes his chest ache, and he wonders if he’s getting sick, and he almost knocks over his glass of water but Steven gives him a friendly smile which makes him feel a little bit better. He’s almost relieved when Lance steps down from the platform, except that the Johto League Champion sits right next to him and he can’t help the blush that starts to cover his face when Lance peers at him quizzically.

He mutters something into his napkin, and Lance nods.

What is he going to do?

End Fic

Completed 1/18/07

Lance: Poor Ash

Ash: *Sniffles*

WataShi comes from Lance’s Japanese name, Wataru, and Ash’s Japanese name, Satoshi!