Eh, another chapter for y’all…

Mahaado x Atemu… ah, the angst…

Disclaimer: I don’t own pokemon as that belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This is non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfic written by yours truly so its mine, all mine under copyright laws!

Chapter 6

 

            I’m tired, aniki…

            I’m so tired… I’m tired of this. Why must things be so difficult?

            Red woke up with the strangest feeling of loss and blinked. Catelyn was making something – it smelled good, whatever it was, so he decided not to bother her yet.

            Lance added another spoonful of spice and tasted. Perfect.

            “Catelyn?”       

“Ah, Red, you’re awake. How are you?”

            “Um… well, did I faint again?”

            “Yes, you did.”

            “Just great. Champion fainting all over the place. I’m glad there weren’t any reporters out here…”

            “Is it really that bad?”

            “You have no idea how many interviews they’ve submitted me through…” Red sighed. “Well, what did you make?”

            “Why don’t you taste and see?”

            Er… something that smelled good couldn’t taste bad, right? He took a spoonful. It was warm. Chicken broth, vegetables… oh, chicken noodle soup or something.

            Yum!
            He finished four bowls before his hunger was sated. There were dumplings in it too, and potato chunks. Now where had Catelyn gotten the ingredients to cook?

            Maybe she carried them in her backpack. But if it was instant, it was the best instant soup he’d ever had…

 

            “Sleep.”

            “I don’t want to.”

            “You’re obviously sick,” Lance said, not mentioning that Red would be disoriented for at least another day thanks to the sudden magic loss. That would be too much trouble to explain, so…

            Better that he didn’t know after all…

            “I…”

            “It’s been long enough. I’m giving you another dose of Tylenol.”

            “Okay…”

            He swallowed the disgusting grape flavored tablets obediently and fell asleep again.

 

            A Pidgeotto screamed a warning.

            Fast, fast, silver arrows shot it down and she tsked at the man. Foolish. What kind of assassin doesn’t even carry poisoned blades?

            He wasn’t faking death though.

            She kicked the corpse expressionlessly, finding nothing to loot and then proceeded to banish it.

 

            Lance closed her eyes. The time was still off, but that did not discourage bounty hunters and attention seekers….

            A pair of angry eyes watched.

            “How dare she… how dare she be close to him. He’s mine!”

            He’s not yours; child, and you know it.

            “You lie! He loves me!”

            He does not even know your true form, so how can you win?

            “Well, she’s cheating too!”

            Did you really think Red would want a child, a boy?

            That’s not true! I’m not that little! I’ll grow up! He’ll wait for me!

            Foolish idiot. You will drown in your own delusions.

 

            Lance knew she was being watched, but she did not particularly care. Her eyes began to glitter slightly with malice as she grinned. That ought to do the trick right nicely… There was a squeak and then an ‘Eew’ sound.

            Apparently a Pidgey flying overhead had just relieved itself.

 

            Yellow jumped out of the bushes, not wanting to be privy to anything else, especially not the two mating Rattata that had just moved into her personal space. Oh eew…

            “Hello.” Lance said expressionlessly.

            Seeing that Red was asleep, Yellow puffed up with righteous indignation. “You! I am going to make sure you never hurt Red!”

            “And how would you plan on doing that?”

            “Pikachu, I choose you!”

 

            As it were, Lance had many unpleasant memories connected with yellow electric rats and was feeling decidedly less than charitable. She tossed out her own poke ball, releasing Larvitar.

            “Fissure.”

            Pikachu really had no chance. One-hit KO moves were cheap after all…

 

            Yellow gaped.

            “You rely on a pokemon not your own to win battles? I pity you then. You ought to have trained your pokemon better.”

            Yellow glared. “Don’t estimate me! Omastar!”

            “Oh please, like I haven’t dealt with that before.” Lance snapped her fingers and Larvitar dove underground with a dig attack.

            Omastar used Surf, but it missed. Still, the hole began to fill with water…

            Larvitar curled up in Endure, waiting for the water to ebb. It showed no signs of stopping… that mixed with the dirt and made mud…

            Omastar suddenly started to flounder in the mud. Lance shrugged. Viola! Instant quicksand! That did happen sometimes…

            Now she waited until Omastar was good and stuck before Larvitar popped out of the ground with 2 HP left and blasted the trapped Omastar with Hyper Beam.

            One down.

           

            Yellow gaped.

            “You know, you really should wipe that off your hat.” Lance indicated the spot of large black and white substance on her hat.

            Yellow made a sound of disgust, but made no move to remove her hat.

            Lance idly wondered why. Red was still sleeping, so it was not as if he would discover her true gender...

            Unless Yellow didn’t want to be a girl? Nah…

 

End Chapter

Completed 9/20/05

Started 9/8/05

Lance: I see you are making Yellow suffer

Phantomness: *Beam*