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Disclaimer: I don’t own pokemon; it belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics! This is non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfic written by me. ^-^ Therefore, I own my ideas and writing under international copyright laws.

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

Ash is 14, Lance is 16 (or at least looks that age), and Misty is 15

In case you didn’t get it, Lance has been raising Ash, kind of like in ‘Dragon’s love’ and some other ficcies… I couldn’t think of what to write though, but I might add that later. I’ve already done a lot of ‘Lance raising Ash’ fics.

Chapter 2

 

            Misty approached a crowd of giggling girls at Cerulean Middle School. “What’s going on?”

            “You don’t know?” Betty asked. “There’s a new boy!” She squealed delightedly.

            “Oh wow! Is he cute?”

            “Sigh.” Marianne added, batting her eyelashes. “Gorgeous…”

            Misty followed their line of sight to a boy who was deep in conversation with another kid.

            He had shiny black hair, wore blue jeans and a black t-shirt with a Dratini on it, and from his neck hung a curious pendant, gold and silver and red and blue, ribbons. It looked girly.

            But… he was rather hot.

 

            “He’s in my science class too!” Marianne squealed.

            “Lucky duck.” Misty said enviously.

 

            Ash stroked the necklace softly, smiling as he felt the resounding purr thrum through his body.

            < Worried? >

            < No, Lance-chan. > Ash said, quite frankly. He wasn’t worried at all; he had passed the test for home-schooled children with flying colors, and was being placed into class. Lance said he needed a few years of human interaction experience.

            Whatever that meant…

            Well, Lance wasn’t human. He was so pretty though, and he had the prettiest silver wings, sharp and deadly.

            Besides, Ash liked sleeping cuddled up with him. People wouldn’t understand though, so he kept it a secret.

            The charm jangled on its fine golden chain. Ash blushed, as he quickly disconnected the train of thought that spawned off sleep.

            Well, he was mature; Lance-chan said so, so it must be true.

            And it didn’t hurt.

 

            The first day of class passed by in rather a blur, as he accustomed himself to the human crush.

            It was not easy to do.

            So annoying! Pokemon knew when others wanted to be left alone, but apparently people couldn’t tell.

            Bakayarou.

 

            < Did you use any of your power? >

            < No. > Ash sent back, < I didn’t. >

            < That’s a good child… >

            Ash smiled, as Lance materialized next to him, invisible to all others. < I know. >

            < My perfect little one. > Lance whispered, sliding his arms around Ash’s body. < You are mine. >

            < Yes. > Ash breathed.

 

            Why was he to deny it? Lance was everything to him.

            Serebii had made it work out that way.

            Lance-chan would take care of him and be with him forever and ever, along with his pokemon. It was perfect.

            He didn’t’ need human company.

            But he might have to learn how to work with them, just in case anything happened… one can never be too careful.

            So that was why he went to school.

            He didn’t’ care about all the stupid giggling girls. They probably just wanted to bed him.

            Well, he wasn’t going to sleep with any of them.

            They weren’t worth it.

 

            The next day, Misty asked him to eat lunch with her group, so he accepted. He kept his power tightly locked, the seals of light on his arms keeping him from using them as long as he was with someone or at school.

            It was a good precaution just in case he lost control. He wasn’t perfect with his powers yet…

            But he was getting there.

            He wouldn’t fail.

 

            “Ash?” Marianne asked, edging closer to him. “What are your hobbies?”

            “Well, I’m a pokemon trainer.” Ash said.

            “Oh! How cool!” She squealed.

            Ash sweatdropped. * What an idiot… *

            He didn’t like people, but that was probably the result of condition, since Lance didn’t bear any love for them, and if Lance had been the one taking care of Ash…

            Well, those things melt right in.

 

            The necklace glowed as he rubbed it.

            < She’s touching you now… > Lance said, snapping Ash back to reality. < Maybe you’d like her to stop? >

            < Lance-chan! >

            Ash blushed and then shot straight up in the air, his bento spiraling in a wide arc and then clonking Betty on the head.

            Marianne gasped.

            “Don’t touch me!” Ash cried. “What are you doing?”
            Misty chuckled. It served that ___ right.

            Betty fainted, not expecting rice and mackerel to shower all over her.

 

*******************An Ash’s childhood snippet*****************************

            He was six.

 

            “Lance-chan…”
            Lance sighed, looking at the mud all over the floor. “All right, what happened?”

            “It wasn’t my fault!”

            “Then whose fault was it?”

            “Horsea was the one who pushed me in the puddle.” Ash sniffled.

            Lance looked at the guilty-looking Horsea. “I see…”

            The horsea sniffled, her fins fanning wildly. I didn’t mean to!

            “Well, its fine then. Just clean up this.’ Lance said.

            Ash smiled and hugged Lance tightly, tears drying up in an instant. “Arigato Lance-chan!”

            He pointed at the mud and used the Soap bubbles spell he had learned. The mud vanished.

            Then, Horsea washed away the soapsuds, and all was well.

 

End Chapter

Complete 5/16/04