Title: Argument
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #40, Argue
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. Game-verse

Warnings: Shonen-ai, shota

“I refuse!”

“You don’t really have a choice in the matter, Red.” President Goodman said pleasantly. “After all, if you refuse to comply with my directive, I’m afraid your position may be in jeopardy. And as for your relationship with our Dragon Master, well, it wouldn’t be good if that were made public, would it? After all, considering your age…”

“Shut. Up!” Red hissed, before he stormed out. How dare Goodman judge him? The man was a callous fat bastard who was probably embezzling tax money and had never worked a single day in his life! All he did was push pointless legislation!

Why, if Red had been a few years older, he would have beat Goodman up, but alas, he was still short and weighed little, so he doubted he had the strength to do so.

He flung the door to his room open, and flopped onto the bed, before he began to pummel his pillows angrily.

How dare he!

“Red?”

“Go away.” Red muttered. He heard the door slide open and Lance walk in, his boots sinking into plush carpet.

“What’s wrong?”

“Goodman is!” Red said angrily. “He said that if I didn’t give public approval to his Lake of Rage dam project, he’d make our relationship public!”

Lance winced. He could just imagine the backlash from the conservative population. It would be most unpleasant.

“He also threatened to take my position away!”

“But you won’t do it, right?” Lance asked, his voice soft.

“I-I’m not sure… I mean, if he did dam Lake of Rage, it would hurt lots of pokemon, and I know that. I don’t want to hurt pokemon, but I don’t want to get hurt either! Isn’t there another way?”

“I don’t know.” Lance said slowly.

Red frowned. Lance pulled the Champion into a hug, and Red took it, enjoying the physical comfort. His emotions were still bubbling angrily beneath the surface.

What to do? What to do?

There didn’t seem to be a right answer… and this time, he had to figure the solution out himself.

Damn.

End Fic

Completed 2/5/07

Sad, ne? Poor Red… I wonder what he’ll pick? It’s a loss either way unless they manage to assassinate Goodman or something *Waggles eyebrows*

Lance: *Frown*

Red: Oh no…