Whee! Insanity!

Disclaimer: I don’t own pokemon, ok? This is fanfic. Non-profit, no copyright infringement, and mine under the copyright law.

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks.

Warnings: Shonen-ai (Championshipping), possible insanity, you know…

Chapter 7: Completion

You’re mine, pretty little one.

No one else will take you away from me.

I need you… I’m not going to dance in the night alone, dance with me, I’ll teach you how to fly.

Good…

So pretty…

See? It’s safe. I’ll protect you; remember?

Kawaii little one…

Ash’s mouth opened in a silent o. They were flying high above Indigo Plateau. The moonlight glinted off Lance’s metallic wings, as the night wind caressed his face.

It was perfect, or as close to perfection as one could get.

“Aren’t you glad I made you close your eyes?” Lance asked.

Ash nodded, still clinging onto the trainer tightly.

So warm…

Perfection entwined in his arms.

He would never let go.

They landed back home roughly two hours later, hair tousled and bright-cheeked from the excursion.

Still, it had been worth it, Ash thought, as Lance’s wings vanished in a shimmer of sparkles.

So that was what a Dragon Master could do.

Admiration shone out of guileless sight.

Love… respect… total trust… what more could be asked for.

If anyone dared contradict, he’d hurt _them_ badly.

Willful illusion?

Yes

If fantasy were prettier than reality, then Ash would fall without question.

Besides, Lance promised to protect him.

Lance didn’t lie.

Lance never lied.

Perfect.

Ash hummed as he climbed into bed. Everything would work out. They kept their secret a secret, it had been a week but they were still safe as long as the media didn’t pry. The media was the enemy.

It was the fault of those stupid muckraking journalists.

Private lives should stay private.

Besides, whom he slept with did not impede on his battling ability! So there!

Still, they were very careful.

It had been risky, flying tonight, but Lance had cloaked them in darkness. Hopefully, that was enough.

Yes…

He smiled, smoothing down his pajamas.

It would be all right.

Everything would be all right.

Scoop McMillan, the reporter for the Pokemon Enquirer, laughed gleefully.

“Yes! I have proof!”

She had finally netted a picture that was worthwhile.

“You would have.” A voice interrupted.

Lance stood there, silhouetted against the room. “Kairyuu…”

“Gloom! Stun Spore!”

The spores didn’t even touch the dragon as it casually dismantled the Gloom.

“I like what’s mine to stay mine.” Lance continued, as Dragonite slammed into the reporter, who shrieked.

“And I like my privacy.”

Lance snapped his fingers and there was a final scream as he walked out.

Perfect.

Ash yawned as Lance climbed into bed next to him.

Tomorrow would bring a new day.

They would live. That was all that mattered.

They would live.

Sometimes, life is just about appreciating one day to the next. It’s not always life or death situations.

Peace helps too.

Whatever worked in this world was it.

It was far from the perfect relationship, but it was what they had and would cherish. Love isn’t all hearts and flowers.

It isn’t like nothing sans attraction, either, God forbid.

No.

They would grow and mature and live and die.

The cycle of life would go on.

And the two would run its wheel, watching the sky.

Had the cards been dealt unfairly in this life? Perhaps.

But what was really fair?

Fairness is such a pickle to sort through…

All he knew was that Lance was warm in his arms.

So warm…

Perfect world

The one truth I know is that it’s warm when I hold you in my arms.

End Fic

Whee! I’m not going any farther. Maybe they did live happily ever after.

Completed 4/17/04, created 4/12/04