Oh, I do wish I didn’t have to deal with crazy monkeys sometimes…

Title: Poor Little Rich Girl
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #42, Wing
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: AU, Shoujo-ai

Red wishes she had wings.

It’s not really fair, but she knows that she isn’t really a fighter. She’s supposed to be a princess, and the others are supposed to guard her and keep her safe, but it’s just plain stupid to sit around waiting for a prince to sweep her off her feet when they’re fighting a civil war and facing the threat of invasion from another kingdom.

Lance has wings made out of sharp-edged silversteel. She wears white armor trimmed with gold and she uses a pair of sai.

Red really likes Lance. She’s her favorite bodyguard – and all of her guardians are female, because they’re afraid a young man might take advantage of the princess and leave her unfit for marriage.

If only they knew…

Princess Red really isn’t interested in boys. She isn’t.

“My Princess?”

Red smiles as Lance offers her a hand. Lance pulls her close, before her wings shimmer silver and they vanish. No one notices.

It’s funny, because for such a precious treasure, Red really isn’t watched at all.

They appear on the bridge of a ship. It’s not exactly large, and looks rather like a battered wreck from the outside, but Red can see that the inside has been polished up nicely. The rest of her guardians are waiting.

“Remember, Princess. We can never go back if we go through with this.” Lorelei reminds her.

Red nods, and then they’re off. The ship is fast, and as she changes from her heavy satin gown into a comfortable jumpsuit, she’s surprised at how free she feels.

She’s free.

She sees Lance’s eyes then, and she grins as her guardian sweeps her up into a kiss as all the others burst out in wolf-whistling cries of appreciation.

Sure, life will be hard now, but she’s done with being pampered and prodded and prepped for marriage.

And now, she can love anyone she likes.

End Fic

Completed 9/4/06

Well, more semi-fanfic stuff! YATTA!