Whee! We have… another chapter!
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don’t own pokemon. Pokemon belongs to Satoshi Tajiri, Nintendo, and Shogakukan Comics! This is non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfic written by me, and it’s mine! Do _not_ take my work…
Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks…
I like writing short series better than long ones usually. I have no idea why; perhaps it is less mind wracking.
Chapter 4
Without further ado, Ash led Lance into the weaving room. Lance inspected the tapestry and after a few minutes nodded his approval. “Very good.”
Ash
grinned. “Thank you.”
“So, how is life treating
you.”
“Fairly well, I was mostly trespasser-free here, so I worked on weaving and trained my pokemon.”
“Did the others return?”
“Hai! Through this place called the Dream Realm…”
“That is very good then, it means some of your more suppressed powers are also returning. It also saves a trip to the pool of time.”
Ash smiled and nodded. “Can you stay here?”
“I suppose I can.”
“I’m lonely by myself, you know…” He said shyly, demurely lowering his eyes in mock grace.
Lance chuckled. “I know.”
Because he did know… guardians could be bonded, and they were. Sometimes, he could feel the other’s emotions. Well, he was better at it than Ash was, of course, that could also be a liability in battle, but he could also shield.
It was nice, and he _liked_ having Lance with him.
That was it.
What more had to be said?
In any case, no one really remembers everything romantic thing they have ever done, and love was still true love even through time, right?
“Can I?”
“What?” Lance asked, as Ash let go of him, finally breaking the long hug. Did it break a world record?
“I mean… er, what I meant was… what do we have to do this time? Was it just Mewtwo?”
Lance shook his head. “They will tell us in time. Until then, suspense builds character.”
“Lance-chan!” Ash wailed.
“I am just teasing you.”
“… Oh. Then what do we have to do? Missingno?”
“Thankfully not this time, and I would rather not face Bob either, that…” Lance could not think of an expletive vile enough to convey suppressed feelings and he most certainly did not want to say it out loud.
“Why do you hate him so much, Lance-chan?”
“Maybe copycats just grate on my nerves?”
“Maybe!”
Bob… was… annoying.
The seal cracked…
“I’m FREE!!!!!”
Lance cursed. “So soon?” * It seems that this is just not my day, is it… *
“We did…”
“I know, I know, we had at least five Bob-free lives, and I really enjoyed them plentifully and gratefully, but…”
“Do you just think things and they become reality?”
“That is up for conjecture.” Lance said, before he began the Dragon Dance. One hundred and forty four blades later, Bob was feeling much less charitable… well, all right. He was bawling loud enough to wake the dead. But the attack was rather painful, so it made complete sense.
“I didn’t even do the variations yet.” Lance said. * All four hundred of them… ah well, it will be more fun in the end. *
Bob made an incoherent mix of a scream and a gurgle, before falling backwards into a scroll of sealing.
“You know, you are getting more powerful.”
“You are too, Thunder’s child.” Lance said softly. “Perhaps fire will never wake. So you have her power.”
Ash nodded. It would make the gist of the prophecy succeed, would it not?
“So now what? That was quite simple.”
“I cannot see the future very well, you know that.”
“I know, but I do not care.”
They linked hands quietly, and watched.
Time ran
along its stream, as they wove and waited, but nothing new reared its head.
Why?
Was it a rest?
In any case, he didn’t mind at all…
“So what do we do now?”
“Wait?” Lance suggested.
“I have a better idea…”
“And they call me a hentai.” Lance smirked.
“You _are_!” Ash accused. “I was going to ask if you wanted to go swimming.”
“Well, I’m sorry if your glances conveyed something of an entirely different meaning.” Ash scowled, trying to hide the furious crimson of his cheeks.
They did go swimming, and spent a few days spelunking in the mountain caves. It was a pity that guardians still had to work though…
Oh well.
Ash kept his eyes carefully averted as Lance climbed out of the water. Otherwise, his mind would start acting unhelpful again.
So yes, they _had_ been lovers, he didn’t feel squeamish or anything, but he was still a child, right?
And Lance didn’t bed children.
He still loved him though. It did not matter, really, because Lance was real and perfect. Not perfect in the world’s eyes, but certainly in his!
So what if he killed? They deserved it.
Besides, Ash killed himself – well, actually Destiny did, but they were the same person just like Lance also had different forms. Besides, Lance still loved him, even when he was Destiny, didn’t he? Of course he did.
Change’s child and Lugia’s, together…
I love you no matter what. I hate waiting to grow up, but I know it builds patience! Hopefully, I learn something from this lesson.
But what I really learned this time is that Mewtwos are unpredictable!
No, I don’t think that’s it… if that was all, they wouldn’t have bothered wasting life. But life isn’t really a waste, not for me.
I’ll jump into each new day happily, there is always more to learn and do…
I can’t wait to grow up though. It’s kind of like a reversal. Life is fair, after all, and guardians rarely ever reach their thirtieth year, even though we have all this power, for sleep of death waits at its end…
Uninterrupted youth and then crack, the end {1}
But hey, isn’t it equivalent trade?
Ash came out of his musings as Lance handed him a glass of iced passion fruit juice. “Try this.”
Ash’s eyes lit up at the first taste. < It’s so sweet! >
< Nice, isn’t it? > He asked. < Well, enjoy. I’m going off to weave. >
< Hai. >
He could adapt, and be patient, even though it was so damned hard… but he had to learn eventually, he couldn’t always be a precocious little brat.
Besides, having a friend would be nice too, right?
It didn’t quite turn out that way.
End Chapter
Completed 7/15/04
[1] This quote is from Brave New World by Aldous Huxley, I liked the book even though it was required tenth grade reading.