Another chapter! Finally!

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

Chapter 11

Lance began to laugh.

Red stared. * Has he gone mad? Oh no…. he can’t have snapped, right? I mean, I really hope not! *

Giovanni blinked. Shrugging, he ordered his Onix to kill the boy and be done with it. The coils tightened, and suddenly…

Something wet splashed across the snake’s body, and incidentally, Red’s face. Giovanni looked up, and his jaw dropped.

Lance…!

The Dragon Master was hanging limply in midair, his hands still gripping the hilt of an ornate sword thrust clear through his chest.

What in the world?
Red brought a hand up to his face and looked. It was red.

He screamed.

In that instant, the tableaux shattered. Onix roared in pain, before the pokemon simply… dissolved into powder. The rest of Giovanni’s pokemon fared no better. Red landed on the ground, as his Venomoth and Magneton rushed to him.

Giovanni had no time to react before Hyper Beam smashed into him. Gyarados laughed, before flying up to his master.

Master Lance, are you-?

Yes. Activate the sequence now.

Red’s eyes widened, as they vanished…

*SHOOM*

“Someone call an ambulance!”

“No need, we’re right next to the hospital! We’ll get you to the doctors fast, son, don’t you worry!”

Red wasn’t quite sure what happened, but whatever it was, they were out of there…. And far, far from Giovanni. So what was going on?

After several hours of surgery, and a week of bed rest, Lance was back to normal. Well, as normal as he usually was.

Red was frantic.

“You’re not dead!”

“Of course I’m not dead, Red.” He smiled charmingly. “Why?”

“You had a sword though your chest and you were bleeding! What was I supposed to think! What would – what if you had really died? Then what!”

“Red….”

“I was worried!”

“Red…”

“I-I don’t want you to do that again!”

“Red…”

“I- I love you!” Red blurted out, before clapping a hand over his mouth. “I don’t want you to die!”

Lance stared. “Red…” He loved Red, but only as a younger brother. How? When? What in the world – how could this have happened?

Fainting seemed like a good option, so he took it.

Red groaned as Lance fainted on him. Great. Just great. Lance was going to kill him when he woke up!

He had to get – somewhere, but…. Wait a minute…

He hadn’t seen a single pokemon since Lance had used whatever teleportation method he had used. That meant that they were most likely in another dimension. Again.

Shoot!

Wait a minute… that woman was…

“Mom?”

“Oh Red, I’ve been so worried….”

“How long have we been gone?”

“Only a day, but still! How did Lance get hurt?”

“Um… someone attacked us with knives.” He sniffled. That was close enough.

“Oh my poor children! Don’t worry! I promise to be a better parent from now on!” So they were in his home dimension.

Interesting… why, though? Something was afoot, and he had to ask Lance soon….

Yes, it was quite odd… why weren’t they in the pokemon universe?

Or was this all a dream?

If so, he wanted to wake up, now…. But it was no use. It was real. Delia comforted Red for a few moments, and then went to see Lance.

Lance didn’t really say much, but was glad to leave the hospital. The wounds were completely healed of course, Viridian Power…

Red was silent on the ride home, until they got back to their rooms. Then, he locked the odor and turned to Lance.

“Why did you do that, aniki? It was dangerous! You could have died!”

“Unlikely. Dragons don’t die so easily.”

“I was worried!”

“I apologize, but it was necessary.”

“NECESSARY!?” Red cried. “You had to stick a sword through your torso and you say that was necessary?!”

“Well, how else was I going to access heart’s blood to do the Curse?”

“That was dangerous! And-and-!” Red shut his mouth. Lance was powerful, and strong, and had special powers, but still-!
He worried about him!

Lance… lance didn’t need him. That hurt. But… did his love count for nothing then? Was he just daydreaming?

“Lance, do you love me?”

“… Red, I still see you as my brother. It will be quite,” he paused, “Difficult for me to reconcile two conflicting images.”

“I see…”

He turned to leave, before another sentence stopped him.

“However, I did not say that I was unwilling to change.”

“Honto ni?”

“Hai.”

“Then… can you kiss me?”

“To seal the promise, I suppose?” He asks, bending in towards Red, closer… the softest breath as their lips touch, and then silence.

He… liked it.

Red smiled bashfully, and then kissed back. This time, it’s more of a ‘real’ kiss, the kind that makes fangirls sigh in awe and homophobes gag.

But how had they gotten home? Did it really matter now? He’d pry the answer out of Lance some other time.

For now, he was content.

End Chapter

Completed 4/13/05

DONE! END FIC!
Phantomness: *dies*

Lance: You worked moderately hard on this one, I’ll admit, just not enough. Your ending sucks, dear.

Phantomness: *pulls out scythe* that’s it! I’m tired of this! *Slams door to room*

Ash: …

Pika-chan: *hides*

Shoyko: Oh now you’ve done it! She’s off to write more darkfic. Hmph!