Title: Wrath
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #3, Wrath
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, het, insanity

“I hate them.” Lance hissed.

Red ran his fingers through his lover’s crimson locks, crooning. “I know.”

“I want to kill them all…”

He nodded, feeling the junction where steel met flesh, the beautiful silversteel wings the Dragon Master wore, welded to bone thanks to the efforts of League scientists crazed for power. “I know.”

Golden eyes dilated with madness met ruby, and Lance gave a fangled smile, even as Red pinned her to the bed in a kiss. His lover gave a short cry of pain. She was yet unused to the sharp-edged weapons she wore, and it took a minute to relax them enough so that she could lie down undisturbed. However, she did not meekly submit. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed back, biting him just a little.

Red licked up spilled blood, hearing Lance whimper slightly. “It’s all right now, love. I’ll protect you.”

“Will you?” Her voice was soft, the cry of an innocent child, cracked into mirrors of sharp emotion.

“Yes.” He murmured, and kissed her again.

Poor, poor broken Champion, poor little dragon-bird… don’t worry, my love, I’ll take care of you now.

I’ll never let them hurt you again…

And Lance sighed, and Red petted her hair, trying not to think about the future.

End Fic

Completed 10/22/06

Edited 7/19/09

Poor, poor Lance… and no, I’m not sure exactly how it happened, but it’s creepier not knowing, eh?