Title: Eat
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red/Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #59, Eat
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: AU, potential OOCness, fanon

Everyone thinks I’m so pure. It’s so funny. I’m not pure, and I’m not innocent, but it makes things fun when they think so. Misty’s crush on me is totally obvious, but I don’t have to reciprocate, oh no, not when I play a dense little trainer with chocolate stars for eyes, and no one has to know who I really am.

I’m not pure. I was never pure, except perhaps a thousand lives ago when I didn’t know anything. I hate duty and I hate fate and I hate falling in love, but that’s the least of the evils considering everything else I’ve lived through.

I’m sick of this. I hate this farce, this dance we’ve woven. We eat the wrath of the pokémon and are born from the rage of all, and we dance on broken strings, as the legendary’s toys.

But if we weren’t special, if we weren’t Chosen… we would have nothing, and I would never have Lance…

I suppose it’s worth it for this sake, so I don’t stop. We don’t stop. We’ll continue to feast on the blood of the fallen and cry tears of despair, but we can’t – we won’t stop.

It’s all right. We’ll be worm’s food someday anyways, right?

End Fic

Completed 2/27/07

Woah. Ash usually isn’t this dark… *Shakes head*

Lance: *Smirk*