Title: Something to Remember
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #36, Something to Remember
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. Special-verse

Warnings: Shonen-ai, Specialshipping-bashing, insanity, character death

“Red…” Yellow looked at her friend, worried. Ever since they had returned from Cerise Island, he had been quiet and moody. He hadn’t even talked to Pika once, and he seemed to be spending all his time with his Gyarados and Aerodactyl, talking to them in soft tones while they listened.

They would nuzzle his cheek, and he would cry. Yellow didn’t know why Red was crying, so one night, she decided to eavesdrop.

“They’re all dead now,” Red whispers, as he holds Aeroy close. “They’re all dead, and it’s my fault… all my fault…”

Master…

“It is. It’s my fault… because Pika is my pokémon… and now all the dragons are dead, because without the Dragon Master…”

Gyarados coils around him protectively, and Yellow feels a stab of… something. She’s not sure if it’s anger, guilt, despair or fear, but it makes her edgy.

“And worse of all, I’ll never see him again…”

Some things click into Yellow’s mind then. How Red never looked her in the eyes when he told her that Lance had been defeated…. And now, the coldness towards Pika…

So Lance is dead…

She’s never killed anyone before, but Lance would have killed other people so really what she did is for the best, right?

She has to believe in the justice of her cause, because otherwise she is nothing but a murderer.

Something cold and hard drops in her stomach as Red speaks again.

“But most of all, I hate him… because he’s the one who caused Pika to use Megavolt… and I’ll never forget, and I’ll never, ever, forgive him…” Red purrs, and he reached into his shirt, drawing out a little locket. Gold, Yellow guesses, and as Red opens it, he runs his fingers through a snip of dark red hair.

“Wait for me, love. Soon, we’ll meet again.”

Behind her bush, Yellow is violently ill.

End Fic

Completed 11/15/06

I hate Yellow. Bitchy, ugly Mary-Sue!!!