Title: Pair
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #95, Warmness on the Soul
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: Het, insanity

His eyes are a gold so pure she could drown in them. She watches as he bows and smiles, bringing a girl’s hand up, placing a kiss on the back and causing a squeal to erupt as she scurries away. He’s wearing white gloves – he took to wearing them after the incident, and she thinks they help enhance how handsome he is.

How handsome he is… and how untouchable…

She watches, and she waits, and soon enough, he returns to the darkness where she is waiting for him. Her eyes are bloody behind the mask, and he kisses her hungrily.

“I’m the only one for you, right, Lance?”

“Of course, my darling.” He returns.

Red smiles, a long, slow smile because though she may be the ugliest female on earth, Lance loves her.

It makes her feel warm inside.

They are a matched pair, all white and black with hints of blood, and he has the eyes and she has the hair that fit, and the mask and suit fall together.

Does it matter what people may say?

Not at all, for she has her angel and he has his, and though an angel may be a demon in disguise, it matters not to one in love.

He tastes like roses.

End Fic

Completed 8/5/06

Yeah, both Lance and Red got saddled with Phantom of the Opera characteristics (not that Lance doesn’t remind me of Erik, and all the misquoted manga ain’t helping ^_~)