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Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks
Pairings: Mentioned Specialshipping (Red x Yellow), Championshipping (Red x Lance), mentioned Venomshipping (Koga x Green – the boy)
Chapter 4
“I don’t understand.” Red said.
Lance blinked fuzzily at him, then turned his attention back to the glass of wine in his hand. Red snatched the crystal wineglass away and tossed it to the floor in a fit of rage, shattering the glass and sending wine splashing onto the carpet. It looked rather like blood, especially since Lance had very red carpet. “Why won’t you agree? I know you like pokemon, Lance! Why won’t you let me expand the Safari Zone?”
“Why are you bothering me?” He sounded amazingly lucid, though Red was not quite sure how inebriated the Dragon Master was. “You only need one vote, Red. It need not be mine.”
“But Karen and Will always vote with you whatever you choose!”
Lance raised an eyebrow.
Red frowned. “I’m not stupid, you know. I went back and looked up everything else we voted on in the past six months.”
“You have certainly done your research well, Champion.” Lance acquiesced complacently. “But we just happen to have different priorities.”
“Damn it, Lance! Answer me!”
“… You break into my room, break my furniture, and then demand an explanation of me? That’s quite rude of you, Champion.”
Red threw his hands up. “Tell me!”
Lance did not reply. And Red stormed out, huffing.
Apparently Day 2 of debating was not going well…
< He’s such a child isn’t he? >
< Indeed. > Lance opened his eyes lazily, the pupils taking on a faint blue glow. < And I will not allow it to pass. >
< Child, you are being contrary… we could always relocate the dragons that live there, and the Safari Zone is not bad in and of itself. >
< What would be the fun in that? I am teaching him important life lessons. >
Lugia sounded amused. < Like learning to compromise, child? >
< Perhaps a little bit like that. > Lance agreed.
Laughter sounded in his mind. < As long as you do not break him… >
< Anything goes! >
Day 3 of debating was marked in the morning by a phone call from Yellow. Red confided in her that his memories had still not returned, but he thought it would be better if he stayed here for a while. After all, living with her and Orange was just too strange!
Lance actually participated in this one, interjecting comments here and there, but Red was getting seriously ticked off.
At this rate, he’d have to hypnotize the Elite Four if he wanted anything done! … That thought was getting appealing.
Why did they have to be so stubborn?
“What will it take?” He finally asked on the night of the fourth day, accosting Lance before the other trainer could enter his room.
“What will what take?”
“Don’t play the innocent with me, Lance! You think I’m not compromising? Well, I’m sick of going over the same points every bloody day, so let’s compromise. What do you want in return?”
“You mean you are asking me that if I vote for this proposal, you will… bribe me?” Lance smirked.
“If it comes to that, yeah.” Red muttered.
“And if my price is too high? What then…?”
“What? I’m richer than you are.” Red scoffed.
Lance did not move for a moment, before he laughed. “What will you offer to keep this dream of yours a reality, Red?”
“Well… how much do you want?”
“… I do not think you will like my price.”
“Argh! Just give me a straight answer!”
“Very well.” Lance turned around, and Red blinked. There was something… off. Maybe it was just the black leather swivel chair Lance was sitting in, but…
“Anything?”
“… Lance, shut up and tell me.”
“Very well. If you’re going to be that insistent… for every point you write in that proposal, and I agree to, you will spend two nights in my bed, acting in the capacity of my willing partner.”
Red blinked twice.
Then the shock set in.
“What?!”
“You asked.”
“B-But that’s terrible! Lance… I can’t!”
“Why not?” Lance’s voice dropped down to a purr. “It is nothing that will cause you permanent discomfort.”
“But I’m married…”
It was a feeble protest and they both knew it.
Lance turned around, focusing his attention onto his papers once again. “In that case, please remove yourself from my presence.”
“I knew there was a reason I disliked you.” Red muttered.
Lance did not reply, and Red slammed the door shut on his way out, seething.
How could Lance ask such of thing of him! It didn’t make sense! Or maybe it did… maybe…
Maybe what?
Maybe Lance just really needed to get laid?
< He refused? >
< Of course he did >
< You are playing with fire, child… >
< It matters little. I can break him if I wish, or bend him to my will, but I thought to see… but he really cannot remember. I was too thorough. >
< I warned you of the consequences. >
< Yes… After all, I’m the one who erased his memory in the first place. >
End Chapter
Completed 7/17/06
I hate studying for organic chemistry midterms! DIE ALKANE STRUCTURES! DIE NEWMANN PROJECTIONS!!!
Well, who wasn’t expecting that twist?