Title:
Accountability
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #34, Unit of Account
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
“I love you and I’ll never, ever leave you…” Lance whispered, and Red shivered as he felt sharp fingers tangle in his short hair. He nodded wordlessly against the older Champion’s chest, feeling his eyes slide shut. He wanted nothing more than to stay with Lance, forever and ever, and he was not letting anyone get in his way.
Never…
He felt her stiffen, and he opened his eyes to glare at the woman who had just climbed in their window. He recognized her clothing first and foremost. The white robes with the anti-poké ball symbol on the back, surmounted by a large crucifix.
“You…”
“I knew it!” She screeched. “The proof is right here! You are bedding children! You will all burn!”
Lance sighed. It was another member from the growing fundamentalist movement that approved of anything outside of traditionalist marriage, even casual dating. She and Red had gotten many angry letters since he had become Champion, and even outright attacks were becoming common.
It was not her fault she was older than her husband. Nor, were their bedroom kinks anyone else’s affair. Honestly! They weren’t even committing adultery! So, why were those damned idiots so adamant about age? He was past sixteen and that was quite old enough in her opinion, accusations of statutory rape or no.
With a flick of his wrist, Red released his Articuno, and snapped out an order for diamond dust. The woman froze, frozen solid, before her body began to glow. The two Champions watched in amusement for a few minutes, before there was naught but a diamond statue remaining.
“Another one to add to our collection,” Red shrugged. “Unless you want to chip her into pieces and sell her on the black market…”
“I’m up for it.” The Dragon Master said with a sly grin. A phone call later, the deed was done and the Champions were a few million Pokeyen richer, not that they needed the money.
Red smiled as he leaned against Lance, basking in the glow of love. Those extremists could do whatever they pleased, as long as they did not try to separate him from his spouse.
She sighed. “Someday, they will leave us alone…”
“When I pass a few more birthdays?” He teased.
“Perhaps,” Lance agreed, and said no more.
End Fic
Completed 1/17/07
Edited 8/12/09
Unit of Account is the yardstick people use to post prices and record debts. (Brief Principles of Macroeconomics, 4th Edition by N. Gregory Mankiw) For example, we say a poke ball is 200 pokeyen and a Chesto berry is only 20 pokeyen, but we do not say a poke ball is equivalent to 20 Chesto berries…