Title: Void
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #53, Void
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: Fanon AU, het
“It has to be done.” Lance said, softly, and Red felt tears on his cheeks, even as the Dragon Master spoke, each word a measured, quiet drop. “You know why, Red. I cannot sacrifice the world for my selfishness.”
“I know.” He replied. “But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.” He hugged the older Trainer tightly, not wanting to let go. “Sacrifices always have to be made, and I know – intellectually – why it’s important, but when I think of you… dying…” His voice hitched. “It just seems unfair.”
“It doesn’t hurt.” She said, pressing a kiss to Red’s lips. “And you know I choose it willingly. Will you take care of them when I am gone?”
Red nodded.
“Then I am content.”
He tightened his grip on Lance’s waist, tilting his head up for another kiss, but finally, they broke apart. Red sighed.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, precious child.” She whispered. “Now go.”
There was much more she could have said, but it was foolish to delay the inevitable. When – if – they were reborn, he would find her again. She would wait until then. Duty was paramount, and love but a pleasant distraction.
She almost fooled herself into thinking that.
Red turned and walked away, even as Lance stepped through the gates. She shivered, but it was cool and quiet, and she slipped from life quite easily. The portal buckled, quivered, weaving the power of the Ice Guardian and Dragon Master into threads to keep the Realm whole.
The last Guardian fell to his knees, but the pain was bearable, even if it hurt. He felt more than saw the ice winding about his heart, keeping his emotions locked tight. It would be disastrous to function otherwise.
After a few hours, the pain had dulled and faded to nothing, and so he stood, and returned to the League, where the others waited.
“It is done.” He said simply. Lorelei and Agatha looked shaken, but the Dragon Master was their leader and he felt a slight pity for the ones left behind. “That is all.”
Life would go on, but it mattered little.
He was empty enough not to care.
As for the humans, who continued to live their banal lives, it was not his problem. And the Pokemon would remember, and write their tales in the letters of Unown for posterity, but never, ever forget whose sin had caused these deaths.
One day, humanity would pay. There would be no more sacrifices, only massacre left. One day…
End Fic
Completed 1/19/07
Edited 11/6/09
Red: *Sniffles* Angst…
Phantomness: *Nod*