Title: Journey to
the West
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #21, A White Horse
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: AU, het
If she had known that her punishment for eating a bloody horse was so severe, she would never have tried it. Lance hissed under her breath as the transformation finalized, her silver-scaled armor and flowing white robes melting into short, stiff fur, a horse’s muzzle replacing her face, her hands and dragon claws giving away to burnished hooves, already shod in heavy silver. The Monkey King hooted with laughter, while the Buddhist Nun simply looked satisfied, a smile on her flat face. Her head was shaven, but her eyebrows were yellow, and she bit back a curse as the ugly woman climbed onto her back. Her punishment was to bear her until she reached the West, and obtained the sacred scrolls of Buddha.
Her eyes stayed dragon-gold for a moment longer, before shifting into dull brown. Inside this false form, she closed her eyes and slept. How long she slept for, she was unsure, until the sounds of battle reached her ears. The pig-like man was vaguely familiar, but not so much as the one he fought, resplendent in red-gold armor. She silently cheered as ruby eyes flashed in a tanned face, twin sai clashing with the monkey’s golden-banded staff as Gold rushed to join the fray.
Gold cursed underneath his breath, jumping back. Brock brought his rake down for another strike, but the other man? Monster? Nimbly evaded the attack, before chanting a spell. Water roared up from the river behind him, rushing over them all in a green wave, and being only a stupid horse, Lance allowed it to sweep her in.
Moments later, her disguise melted, as the fighter grinned.
“Lance! What are you doing here?”
“What do you think, Red?” Lance asked, folding her fins behind his back neatly. “I ran into some … trouble, as you may expect.”
“Does it
have to do with that strange girl and Gold? I thought he was still trapped
underneath
“Yellow? Unfortunately,” Lance’s lip curled. “Since I ate her horse, I’m supposed to carry her until she gets to the Sacred Pagoda, and Gold’s apparently become her disciple.”
Red’s eyebrows shot up. “But that’s thousands of miles away!”
“I know.” Lance sighed. “I don’t find it fair either, but what can I say? By the way, why are you here?”
“I missed you at the Annual Autumn Feast in the Palace of the Sky.” Red said, not answering Lance’s question.
Lance shrugged, before pulling her husband into a hungry kiss. “I missed you as well. But were you banished from your post?”
“Yes.” Red murmured, breathlessly, after Lance had pulled away. “It was an accident. I broke a crystal vase in the palace…”
“And they exiled you for that?”
Red nodded.
Lance sighed. “I see. And what was your punishment?”
“Besides being sent here?” He gave a half-smile. “I have to accompany Yellow to the Sacred Pagoda as her third disciple.”
She winced, but Red shook his head.
“It won’t be so bad, Lance. I’ll be with you, and surely that woman has to rest at night, and we can be alone…”
The dragon pondered. “True… so now what do we do?”
“I’ll have a sudden change of heart and realize – oh wait, they attacked me first – that I am supposed to be loyal. I am sure once I give an explanation Yellow will be more than glad to accept me.”
Lance’s eyes raked over his form with a smirk. “Yes, well… quite.”
He flushed,
sighing. “I know, I know. It’s going to suck, but we’ll be together, and
what are a few years when you’re immortal?”
“Point,” She agreed, before she
shifted back and Red took her up to the surface, apologizing to a surprised
Yellow for stealing her horse and then admitting his role as one of the three
disciples. Said Buddhist nun happily agreed, and they set off.
That night, while the rest of the party slept, Red and Lance embraced beneath the stars.
End Fic
Completed 4/25/07
Edited 11/26/09
In the “Journey to the West” Chinese folktale, the horse that the Buddhist Monk rides is really a dragon prince… yeah. And if I ever wrote a full-length story, I’d cast Gold as the Monkey King, and Yellow as the Buddhist, Brock as Pigsy and um, someone as the Friar Sand. Maybe Red? Since I do want Championshipping…