Title: Ai no Utau
(Song of Love)
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #26, Lyrics
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
More Notes: Yeah, I own the italicized lyrics. They’re mine! So don’t steal my poetry/song, kk?
And so
I’m searching, searching…
For the
one who will complete me…
I know
she’s still waiting…
That day
will come! Until then…
Please keep waiting for me!
The last chords of the song washed over the auditorium as the assembled girls burst into loud cheers. Sprays of foam and confetti rained through the air at the conclusion, as the disco ball scintillating above gave one final burst of silver light, before fading. Cheers ran out from the populace.
“I love you, Lance!”
“Marry me!”
“No, marry me!”
“I want to have your babies!”
The singer laughed, but ignored their offerings as he walked offstage, followed closely by his quartet of bodyguards.
“They’re determined, aren’t they?” Lorelei asked, as they walked to their trailer.
“Mm,” Lance agreed, stifling a yawn.
“You put a lot of energy into your songs tonight. No wonder you are so tired.” Clair admonished her cousin. “You should rest.”
“I can’t.” Lance sighed. < Is it foolish of me, to search for her in this way? >
Sabrina, Karen, Clair, and Lorelei all exchanged looks.
< No, it is not. > Sabrina told her friend. < But you need to rest now. Sleep well. >
Lance sighed, before he closed his eyes
“I worry about him.” Clair said, stirring her coffee moodily. “I mean… How do we know that the one he is calling for is worthy of his love?”
Sabrina took a bite from her sandwich, frowning. < We don’t. That’s what makes it harder. >
< I agree. > Karen poured herself a cup of tea, taking a sip. < Every time he sings, Lance expends a bit more of his energy. It does allow his song-magic to work faster, but it also makes his weaker. >
< You’re not saying he might run out of energy soon? > Clair demanded, aghast.
Lorelei narrowed her eyes. < That is a possibility I did not consider. Are you positive about this, Karen? >
< Yes, look. >
Karen held out her hands, in which rested a small globe of blue light. As they watched, it faded.
< … But that can’t be! Lance’s life force is dark blue… >
< It’s so light now. >
Sabrina frowned. < What if it turns white? >
< Then he dies. >
The four of them looked at each other.
Their time was running out.
Red sighed as she stared at the new CD on the shelf. She really wanted to buy it, but she was afraid – afraid of what?
Every time she heard the music, it sounded like he was singing to her…
All her friends had laughed at that. Of course, any girl would want to be Lance’s girl, but it was inconceivable!
“Red, what are you mooning about? You want that?”
Red nodded.
Misty grinned. “Your birthday is in two weeks, right? I’ll just get you an early present.”
Red grinned. “Thanks a lot Misty! You’re a great friend!”
“Well, after the cute baby Azurill you got me for my birthday, a CD isn’t that important! I’m sure you’ll like it. Isn’t Lance hot?”
Red nodded, but she didn’t buy the CD just because he was handsome. Such a thing would be, well, sacrilegious. He just had a wonderful voice, and all his love songs were so beautiful…
When she got home that night, she put the CD in, and as the first song started to play, began to daydream…
In the
moonlight, you’ll find me…
These
dreams won’t last in daylight,
But I
know that you’re somewhere, so,
Somehow,
we will meet again…
Moonlight… There was moonlight glittering on drops of dew. But that was to be expected, since she was in a garden full of roses.
Footsteps sounded behind her, and a calm voice intruded.
“You’re late, love…”
“I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I didn’t think you would come.”
“You should have a bit more faith in me, my princess…”
“I’m sorry, Lance.”
“Shh.”
And the
roses will cry with tears of dew,
What we
cannot cry with tears of love,
For in
our small sad states of being,
All we
have are tears of blood…
Blood…
There was blood staining the front of her dress, the pretty dress of sheer white silk and golden thread she had specially made for the occasion. But it wasn’t her blood. It was…
When
will we meet again, princess?
When
will I ever see your face?
Am I
doomed to wander the earth forever?
Of paradise, am I now left with only, one short, sweet taste?
“NO!” She screamed, bolting awake. “It can’t be! He wouldn’t leave me like that! He wouldn’t!”
“You’re right.” A voice said. Her head snapped up, only to be confronted by a familiar visage.
Sabrina held out a hand impatiently. “Well?”
“I remember…” Red said slowly. “Wait, just a moment!” She dashed downstairs, and returned a moment later with a box.
The guardian nodded, as she took Red’s hand, and they teleported, Sabrina’s ruby wings ruffling slightly in the wind.
“It worked.” Clair said, as Sabrina and Red appeared. “I can’t believe it.”
“How is he?” Red asked, recognizing the others.
“Alive, but weak,” Karen grinned. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”
Red nodded, and without another word, rushed into the bedroom.
Lance blinked his eyes open as Red leaned down and kissed him. “Princess…”
“It’s me.” Red said. She climbed onto the bed next to him after the kiss broke. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get your messages earlier.”
He shrugged. “It’s fine now. Now that I have you with me, everything will be all right.”
“No.”
“No?”
“We can’t predict the future Lance,” Red said seriously. “We don’t know what will happen tomorrow, and we can’t see what Serebii has spun our lives into, but as long as you are with me… then it will be all right.”
“That’s what I just said.” Lance smirked.
“… Oh.” She blushed.
“So what’s in the box?” The redheaded man asked, eying the red and gold foil. Red beamed as she handed it to her former bodyguard-husband-friend-and-more.
“Why don’t you open it and see!”
He raised an eyebrow, but nodded as he shakily undid the wrapping paper. Inside was a fine gold chain, and on the end was a crystal, an ice blue shard.
“This is…!”
“Yes.”
“How did you know?”
“I didn’t.” Red admitted. “But I had it when I woke up, so…”
“Here.” Lance reached into his shirt, and pulled out a matching necklace, only the crystal was golden yellow. “This is yours.”
“Lance…”
“This rightfully belongs to you in turn.”
Red nodded as she slipped the warm stone over her head, and then they kissed again, hungrily.
“It will take you a while to recover, won’t it?” She asked. “You put so much of your energy in those songs, looking for me…”
“Yes, my Princess…” He chuckled.
“Well then,” Here her grin turned sly, “Why don’t we help you recuperate faster, my dear husband?”
Lance chuckled, as Red pushed him back down onto the bed. “As you wish, dear Princess… Or, should I say, my lovely wife.”
The other four girls slowly tiptoed out, beaming. Finally, the Prince and Princess had been reunited.
It was out of their hands now.
End Fic
Completed 8/30/06
Edited 8/15/09
Hm… Sailor Moon sounds rather homophobic in the beginning of episode 106! Who’d have known?
And in Episode 42, she’s almost vengeful! Amazing!
… So now we know she’s not perfect morally either~! ^^ Anyways, this theme inspired by all the Sailor Moon I’ve been watching on Youtube.