You know, someday I will wonder – hah! I knew 100_themes was using Japanese translations! I knew it! *… Crickets chirp*

Title: Blackmail
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #20, Contract
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

Warnings: Shonen-ai

“I won’t do it.” Lance says. His eyes are pinpoints of golden fire, and his fingers are shaking. “You cannot force me to do such a thing!”

“Why not?” Clarissa asks. “It’s perfectly reasonable, isn’t it? Besides, it might even be fun! And the fans would love it, so you wouldn’t lose any popularity. Come on now, you know that if I wanted to go public with this information, you’d lose everything… at least this way you also profit by it. And it’s not like you’re not already perfectly capable of performing.”

“… So, you’re saying that you’re blackmailing me for the good of your company? And you’re helping my reputation?”

“Of course I am!”

“How righteous you are,” He sneers, and in that moment, everything changes. Before Clarissa knows what is happening, his hands are on her wrists and she cries out sharply as her head hits the wall. What is he going to do? Rape her?

Hey, if she gets this on tape, she can have even more info! She feels her wrist unit click on, and grins.

This might be fun after all.

No.

He smiles sweetly, before he takes a quill pen from his desk – Skarmory feather – she notices, and stabs it through her chest.

She stares at him in shock, as he laughs.

“Now, there will be no need for a contract.”

That is the last thing she hears.

When Red walks in a few moments later, he almost trips over the corpse. He sighs.

“You really shouldn’t do that, Lance. Someday, someone is going to notice.”

Lance smirks, and his eyes are cold as he wipes the woman’s blood on her clothing and replaces his quill pen in the holder. “Read this.”

Red’s eyes skim over printed lines and gold foil, and he recoils in disgust. “She was threatening us with this?”

“Yes.”

“Porn stars.” Red shudders. “Never mind then. What are you going to do with her? Feed her to your Gyarados?”

“He could use a snack.”

Red grins, as he stands up and tiptoes and kisses Lance.

“And what was that for?”

“Keeping our secret.” Red grins, and they kiss again. “Though how are you going to get the stains out?”

“Why do you think I have red carpet, love?”

“Point taken.”

End Fic

Completed 8/29/06

Sometimes, I want to smack my brain. Why am I never inspired when I need to be?

… Blackmail. I like killing off OC characters.