I will not let you die, you plotbunny! *Phantomness goes Frankenstein on the poor plotbunny and hooks it up to every piece of medical equipment she can think of*
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
Chapter 3
He closed his eyes as he felt wetness. With a scowl, he pressed a hand to his chest and winced as it came away bloody. This form could not last much longer… not at all… if it were at this point…
It was a surprise he had lasted this long, really…
Well, he could not afford to let these things happen… he sighed as he activated the Viridian Power and felt magic swell within his veins. There…
It would stave off the inevitable a while longer. He wondered briefly why he even bothered stretching out his time in this form, and decided that it was because he was more used to it. However…
A sudden cold breeze flew by and he caught a glare. With a sigh, he carefully manifested his dragon blades and slit his wrists.
Red blinked as everything around him stilled. It was silent, silvery with menace, almost. Moments later, everything started up again.
It was like time had stopped…
Red had a sinking suspicion that this might have been something to do with Lance. With a sigh, he released Aeroy and went to search for the Dragon Master.
He found him sitting by the cliff, watching the waves pound against the sea below. However, he blinked as he realized that Lance now had white hair and dark blue eyes, as the trainer turned around and met his glance.
“W-What the?”
Lance gave an elegant shrug. “My injuries finally caught up with me.”
“Your injuries?” Red asked carefully. He’d never noticed anything. What did that have to do with his hair and eye color?
“You know, the Cerise incident. Being dunked in lava isn’t good for dragons. I daresay I’m glad I survived, though the healing took so long to finish.” He said almost cheerfully. ‘Well, it’s over now, I hung on as long as I could and now it’s gone.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Red offered.
Lance gave him a sideways glance, before shrugging. “Yes, why not. I’ve no one else here to talk to.”
They were finally getting somewhere! Red nodded and drew his knees up, leaning forwards to hear what Lance was saying.
Lance closed his eyes and then looked at Red again. “Do I frighten you?”
Red blinked. “Only a little.” He said truthfully. Lance was frightening because he was unpredictable and Red knew next to nothing about him, save that he trained dragon types and wanted to destroy humanity.
“Would you laugh if I told you I weren’t human?”
That caught his attention and he stared at Lance in surprise. “You’re a Ditto?”
“Goodness, why is that the first conclusion they always draw? Fortunately for me, it’s nothing of that sort, Red. I’m half pokemon.”
Red’s jaw dropped. “H-half pokemon?”
“Well, yes. Why? You didn’t think it could happen?”
Red gave a gaping motion for several moments before his brain caught up with him. “I suppose it doesn’t really mean anything, but….”
“But what?”
“Why are you different now?”
“You know, DNA and all that… certain things got turned off and others were turned on. Eye color and hair color are just the more obvious changes.”
“I see…” Red said unsteadily. Well, at least Lance hadn’t turned into a … pokemon, right? He still looked normal, and Red saw no fur or scales or other things out of the ordinary.
Lance raised his eyebrows, slightly amused at the visual inspection Red was bestowing upon him. Red finally blinked and looked down, slightly pink in the cheeks.
The Dragon Master half-smiled in amusement. How interesting…
“Did you have any other pressing questions about me?”
“You still haven’t told me your story.”
“Tis not much of an interesting tale, but I will tell it if you wish.”
Red shrugged. “I’m bored, so…”
“I will enlighten you as to my state, shall I?” Lance paused, as he closed his eyes. “Tis no tale of great adventure, Red. A woman loved a man, and to her a child was born, and that child were I, yet my mother survived my birth not long, and ere three moons were she drowned.”
“You could endeavor to speak normally.” Red said, after pausing for a second to figure out what Lance was saying.
“But tis more interesting when we talk in riddles.”
“Is it?” For you more than me I guess, Red decided. A pause. “So your mother died in childbirth? Did your father raise you?”
“Yes, Father was honorable and the life with him was not difficult.”
Red coughed. “Which one was the pokemon?”
“Father.”
“Um… maybe I shouldn’t ask.”
“Nonsense.” Lance smirked. “Father was lovely, you know. He taught me all the more important arts. I can battle with the best of them and I daresay with my language and music I can get anywhere I wish.”
“What do you mean?”
In response, Lance passed over a picture. A delicate looking man with waist-length white hair and dark blue eyes stood there in a white kimono patterned with silver. “Think, my dear…”
Red blinked. The man in the picture looked human, if a bit girly, but…
No wonder Lance still looked human! “What was your mother’s name?”
“I don’t know. Father was always the one who took care of me.”
“Fascinating….”
Lance said his mother had drowned. “Was she a water trainer?”
Something about the twitchy smile the other was wearing gave him his answer. No? Then… well, there were accidents, but…
“Did you kill her?” He asked suddenly.
“What on earth do you mean, Red? Even if I hated her, I wouldn’t have drowned her…”
“Then… how do you know?”
“Father told me, of course. I care not for who she was. I never knew her after all… is there a reason I should care?”
Red had no answer for that. He had no family, as his mother and father had died in a car accident when he was nine and they had left him alone.
If Lance had never known his mother, why would he care?
“So was there anything else you wanted to ask?”
“What type of pokemon…?”
Lance’s eyes dimmed slightly. “You couldn’t tell?”
White and blue and some type of pokemon? That meant… wait a second…Cerise and… “Lugia? Lugia is your father?”
“Yes.”
End Chapter
Completed 1/2/06
Red: I’m acting like Ash
Phantomness: You’re feeling antsy!