Title: Repression
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #29, Repression
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, fanon, het

(Lance’s POV)

I want to forget everything. There’s nothing worth remembering, there’s no one worth remembering, really. I’ll sprout my wings for the last time tonight, make my last visit home, and then… after that, I suppose Fate will decide.

It’s so easy to do, to slip off my jewelry, the ceremonial bracelets, made of silversteel like a dragon’s wings, take the golden pins out of my hair, the ones that mark me as the Prince, shed the body armor that I’ve worn like a second skin for years and years, and put on jeans and a t-shirt. They’re uncomfortable, but I’ll get used to them eventually.

The wings are harder, I retract them, and then she comes to help, draws the sealing symbols over my back, and she looks sad, but I know she’ll take care of the world while I’m sleeping. She’s stable, even though the skin around her eyes are pulled taut, and I know she doesn’t like staying here in Whirl Islands, but she’s kind enough to do me a favor.

I visualize the crystals – the coffin, really, and I seal my weapons inside, my beautiful Dragon Blades, the Shield and the Sword, and I feel the others inside shifting, wanting to break free, but I’ll send them to the Dream Realm, and they can watch over me from there.

I’ll lose everything except Mother’s Gift, but I won’t need power once this is over. And Father looks sad, but he understands why I have to do this, or else I’ll shatter, and I’ll fall, and I’ll die, and the Realm will be in danger once again, and I won’t allow that.

My duty was always worth more than these strange emotions, after all.

We finish, and then I lift the silver chalice to my lips and the liquid inside is chilly, but it works quickly and soon enough, I feel my eyes closing, and I know that when I wake up, I won’t need to remember.

It’s a relief.

I won’t need to remember her, what she looked like, her beautiful eyes and childish air. I won’t need to remember how we made love the first time beneath the moonlight, flushed with victory. I won’t even recognize her name, and certainly, I’ll have no reaction even if we do meet again, somehow…

They’ll take me to Cosmos when I am finished, and I’ll wake up with a new life and everything will be just fine…

Goodbye, my love.

Things are better this way, aren’t they, Red?

End Fic

Completed 12/8/06

Edited 7/29/09

Repression is the ‘motivated forgetting’ of memories or emotions or thoughts ^^. It is also a Defense Mechanism proposed by Freud.

Poor, poor Lance…

You don’t need drugs to alter memory, but it probably works faster with them. I’m not quite sure though.