Title: Mischief Managed
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #53, Mischief
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: Character death, shonen-ai

When President Goodman came to inspect the Elite Four, a surprise was waiting. The moment he walked through the door, a large bucket of icy water fell upon his head, drenching his expensive satin suit and clanking loudly. As he opened the next door, he had to duck rapidly to avoid the hail of darts (thankfully blunt) that sailed overhead. As he walked into the first office he came across, Lorelei offered him coffee, which he declined, and cinnamon cookies, of which he ate five.

After he finished the fifth, he choked and fell to the ground dead.

Lance and Red peeked out of Lorelei’s closet, grinning.

“Did it work?”

“It worked.” Lorelei smirked. “He was so distracted with the earlier pranks that he forgot to check for poison in my coffee.”

“Devious of you, but now we are well rid of him.”

Lance looked at the body, before he smiled. “I’m sure Gyarados is hungry…”

“Well, if you’re going to eat him, do it outside.”

The water dragon was more than happy to devour the corpse, and no one ever found out where President Goodman had gone.

And Red and Lance celebrated his demise with the rest of the Elite, dancing through the night and culminating with a kiss under the moonlight.

End Fic

Completed 9/15/06

Yes, I hate the government I’ve created for the Pokemon World. It’s ineffective and domineering and stupid!