I am going to kill Yahoo! For being stupid one day… but not today…

Title: A Winter’s Night Tragedy
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #90, Word
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, Shonen-ai, murder, character death

Lance, the Prince of Johto, is as cold as sugared ice, sweetly cold, brilliantly sweet so much so that death would not hurt, and you would sigh as he kissed you even as his rapier slid between your ribs.

Not that Red had ever been in that situation, of course. He had been in ones close to it, but the Prince carried healing magic in his fingertips and could heal grievous wounds, and sometimes… distractions were necessary in order to escape.

Lance paused, lifting the glass of wine to him in an ironic toast, as he ignored the giggling blonde girl on his arm. Red hid a sigh.

Afterwards, he escorted his Prince back to his quarters, and Princess Yellow off to hers, which were luckily, two wings away.

“I hate her.” Lance hissed. “I hate her.”

“I know.” Red murmured, as Lance pinned him against the wall and kissed him hard.

“I want to kill her….”

“Shh… those are only words….”

Lance laughed bitterly. “My words are all I have left, you know. I cannot fight, I cannot heal… and I cannot flee.” Holding up his wrists, he revealed the bracelets of sapphire-studded electrum, glinting angrily.

“But I can.” Red told him, quietly.

Lance shot him a quick, startled look. “You would do this for me?”

“I would.”

Lance smiled. “I always knew I could count on you, Red.”

Red nodded. He took Haunter with him, to lull Yellow into hypnotic sleep, and Umbreon, to hide him in the shadows.

It worked like a charm. He didn’t want to get blood over himself, so he picked up one of the huge fluffy pillows and smothered her with it.

She never woke up once. He hoped that her death had been quiet.

Soon, footsteps sounded, and he heard the barking of the Growlithe the guards patrolled with. Haunter hissed, and Night Shade wreaked havoc through the massed puppy ranks.

Red fled, his boots making no sound against the heavily carpeted stone floors.

Lance was still awake when he returned. “Did it work?”

“Do you doubt me?” Red teased.

“No.” Lance’s eyes sought his, and Red flushed at the heated look.

“So,” He said shyly. “Do I get any reward?”

Lance laughed. “Of course you do.”

Two weeks later, Red was announced as Lance’s consort, and no voices rose in protest. The owners were all dead.

End Chapter

Completed 8/20/06

References to Shakespeare: A bit of Hamlet, bit of Othello, and a bit of angst!
Shoyko: *Eats Cadbury’s chocolate*

Pika-chan: I want some too!
Phantomness: *Shoves container of chocolate ice cream at Pika-chan* Inspire me to write fluff now!
Red and Lance: *Hiding*