Title: Light
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #22, Light
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, fanon, het

“There is no light inside of you.” The old crone said severely, squinting at her opponent from between stringy, gray bangs. She pointed her oaken stick at the trespasser, withered hands gripping the wood tightly. “I command you to leave this plane, Evil Spirit! Be gone!”

The shadow laughed, golden eyes twinkling in his pale face. A fall of crimson hair cascaded down his back. “Foolish woman… you are correct, of course, that I am not one of the carriers who wield Light, but I am afraid your powers are no match for mine.”

Dark, after all, did not equal evil. However, it was none of her concern.

He flicked his fingers, once, as shadows began to coalesce around his form, night-black despair. Hate. Even duty could be so very heavy, and not at all pure or precious.

“Die.”

A moment later, her body dropped to the ground with a soft thump.

Charlotte watched one of the few remaining glass globes on her nightstand shatter with a careless gesture. It meant little to her – as long as she was alive, those lesser Masters could all fall.

It tipped the Balance, after all, to have the elements of Light and Dark and Shadow under the control of more than one… well, Dark was an exception, under certain circumstances, but as for Light…

There should only be one Master, and that was her. She was the one Chosen by Serebii to wield power, as loathsome a burden as it could be.

Yes, that was why she had hired the assassin. Shirking one’s responsibility only brought more trouble in the end.

She stroked her Ninetales’ fur and said nothing, but smiled a secret smile.

* Soon… *

“There is no light in your eyes.” Red whispered.

“Does it frighten you?”

His wife smirked. “No.” She said simply. “After all, I took all your light. The only light you ever had was your love – and now it’s mine.”

“Because I love you,” He crooned.

“Because you love me, and want to protect me.” Red agreed. “Was it worth it, Lance-chan?”

The Dragon Master smirked as he pulled her into an embrace. The darkness would protect them, and she would weave shadow to bring the Realm peace.

“Yes.”

End Fic

Completed 1/26/07

Edited 6/17/09

… Way uber weird not-quite-drabble-anymore… No excuse. Takes place after Theme #7, Dark. It will therefore make much more sense if you read that first!