Man, the title of this fic is so gloomy! But for now,
there’s only fluff!
Shoyko: *Hides*
Phantomness: *Yawns*
Pika-chan: *Preens and eats strawberries*
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 4
Humans were so complicated, Minun thought, as Mother and Father sat outside, cuddled together. It was growing colder as autumn set in.
“We’re going to need to go shopping soon.” Lance remarked. “Our grocery supplies are running low.”
Red blinked. “I thought you meant clothes.”
“That too…”
Red had cleaned his house out, moved all his supplies up. Luckily, there had not been a lot, though they had put some of the furniture to good use. Their pokemon had helped them add two more rooms to the little cabin, so now there was a living room and another bedroom.
It certainly helped with Red’s hormones.
Somehow, he was quite certain that Lance was more than just another friend…
“You seem distracted.” Lance commented. “Is something wrong?”
Red blinked.
Lance ruffled his hair. “If you need to go clothes shopping though, we can get something.” She stood abruptly, brushing bits of grass off her jeans, and headed inside.
The house teemed with pokémon… all one-of-a-kind, and all very reluctant to leave. They had tried their best, but the pokémon just refused to leave.
Perhaps it was time to journey onwards…
They packed up the pokémon, trusting that if they were only going out for a few hours, the few that still remained in their test tubes would be fine. Almost all the tubes were empty now, save three that were more like humongous tanks.
They would not be set free for at least another year…
Everything was going rather well, Red thought, as he sat on a bench with two shopping bags next to him, taking a bite out of his triple-decker fudge cone. At least Lance didn’t force him to watch while she went and tried on clothing, because he would go stir crazy if she did, though he had been a bit disturbed at some of the shops she had gone into.
He was certainly learning a lot of information.
He finished the ice cream, just as Lance walked out of another shop with four shopping bags in arm. “I’ve got enough for me. Now what about you?”
“What about me?” Red blinked. He had gotten a few packs of underwear and socks, and felt reasonably satisfied. “I don’t need anything else.”
“We’ll be heading back then…”
They returned to the cabin seconds before the Rocket helicopters poured over the horizon. They glanced at each other, and Red was startled to see his own anger reflected in Lance’s eyes like a bonfire. Her fingers were quick as she tossed five poke balls forwards, releasing her dragons.
His Pidgeotto and Tentacruel joined them, and he was close enough to hear what Lance said, though her voice hissed softly.
Kill them.
Afterwards, he thought he would be sick, but the Rockets were going to steal and hurt the precious pokemon they had brought into the world, and all he felt was a smoldering anger and a decision to do it again should they come.
Besides, they could not leave.
What if the Rockets came while they were gone?
Lance’s eyes were angry as the first shields went up. Light Screen shimmered with Reflect and Barrier, Safeguard glittered like a veil over all of it and then Duskull and Shuppet spun waves of Confusion and Hypnosis to hide them.
An illusion to hide a sharp-edged shield…
They waited.
They could not wake the pokémon – they might be malformed if woken too early, and so, they fortified the house with traps and enough pokémon to take down an army.
And Lance smiled the next day when they went outside, and saw the bodies piled high. Even Giovanni could not have an unlimited supply of men.
They burned the corpses in flames, and afterwards, he hugged Torchic to himself and hoped that Team Rocket would not come back.
They did, and again and again, people came… but the shields held, and no one ever made it past, and seeing pokemon killed by their own attacks hurt, but it had to be done.
The three left were important. Maybe even…legendary.
Lance smiled.
Red met her smile. He was sure he was as mad as she by now, but it didn’t matter. They could never leave again.
Their pokémon slipped through the barriers and brought food and supplies, but the humans were effectively trapped.
If they left, the barriers were fall.
That was intolerable.
They had to stay and protect the pokemon.
Had to…
His eyes were a bright crimson, almost like blood, she thought. They matched her hair nicely.
He smiles as they watch the last three hatching – no, not hatching, but it was the same essence. They were free. It was time.
Kyogre rose into the sky, followed by Groudon. The barriers shattered, but it mattered little now.
Outside, the massed army – Rocket, supplemented with Aqua and Magma, stared in terror, and though they had brought the legendaries of Kanto to do battle, victory was quickly decided.
Drown
them…
Burn
them…
Two figures stood outside a small cabin, watching as the earth split and heaved around them.
Their duty was done.
How… nice.
“So now what?”
“We live rest of our lives?”
“Sounds good,” He said, and kissed her.
End Chapter/End Fic
Completed 7/21/06
*Kicks plotbunny*
Damn, this did not turn out well… maybe my old adage is right. “Fluff leads to angst, angst leads to darkfic…”
Shoyko: *Cries*
Phantomness: Should have taken the title as a hint, ne?