Title: Words, Words, Words
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #4, Words
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: Shonen-ai

Lance doesn’t need words to speak. His gestures and facial expressions are quite enough, and when people really do not understand, he has a blue leather notebook and a silver pen to convey his messages.

Red knows this but he wishes Lance didn’t have to use these things. The public knows this, but they resent him for it. What’s the use of an Elite Four member who cannot speak, and who cannot exhort children to glory as trainers?

But Red knows why Lance can’t speak – everyone does actually – and though some girls still ooh and ahh at the thought of a boy who’s willing to risk his life to protect someone important to him from an Electrode, it’s quite clear where his affections lie.

Lance motions, and Red nods, as the reporters file in, gleeful, greedy looks on their faces. The doors close, and then a slow smile spreads across the faces of all the Elite – and their Champion.

And the next day, the media is in ruins, and what remains is under the control of the Elite Four, though only the Elite know this.

And really, this way it is better, because now their cruelly inked pages will no longer torment the one he loves, and Lance smiles at him.

They kiss, and no one raises a dissenting voice in protest. And when the marriage proposals fly out of the paper weeks later, and angry fangirls barrage the walls – well – only silence awaits them.

End Drabble

Completed 7/29/06

Look, more angst! Also features Manipulative! Elite/Champion. And to kill or to control!