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Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks
Chapter 6
The battle was climatic, but as Bruno watched, his army fragmented, split, their control bracelets dissolving into mist and shadow. Lance smirked as his dragon army decimated Brunofs control, and finally, even as Gyarados twined about the fighting type trainerfs body, Redfs eyes were hard ruby.
gTis your choice, Champion.h Lance said, deferring to Red. He was really the only Pokemon Authority left. The councilmen and President had been killed early on, along with the Nurse Joys, and as the Kanto Champion, it was Redfs control.
Red hesitated for a few moments, before he shook his head. gI donft really have a choice. Kill him.h
Lance nodded, flicking a blade into his fingertips, and he calmly walked over and slit Brunofs throat.
The trainer gave a choked gurgle, and fell over. At the same moment, Misty and Yellowfs bracelets cracked and fell into fine powder. Yellow blinked for a long moment, before she dashed across the bloodied earth and threw herself into Redfs arms with a tight hug. Red flushed, considering that Yellow was only wearing metal breast cups and a skimpy yellow loincloth, and hurriedly pushed her away.
Misty followed.
Red floundered as they praised him, and only later did he notice that Shiroi – no Lance, had vanished. When he retuned to the cave with the girls in tow, he found the Dragon Master once more dressed in white, busy tending to the wounded pokémon – and there were many – while Ptera watched over him protectively.
Yellow glared, but Lance paid her no heed as he pressed his fingers against an injured Ninetales, and only his narrowed eyes gave any indication of pain as the Ninetales fought the effects of the anesthetic he had fed her earlier and bit down, hard.
He calmly removed his arm, wrapped the injury in clean linen, and went back to healing. Red hastily went out to prepare food – the stream was filthy, choked with blood and rubble, but he managed to net a few fish for them.
After a tense dinner of cooked fish, Lance went back to work, and Misty and Yellow glanced at each other and waited for the other to begin a conversation. Finally, Misty spoke.
gRed.h
gYes?h
gAre you angry with us?h
Red blinked twice, honestly puzzled by her strange question. gOf course not! You had control bracelets on.h Both were now also swathed in white, since they could hardly wander around in the skimpy clothing Bruno chose to parade them around in.
Misty smiled, but Yellow stared at Red. gRedc why are you with Lance?h
gI didnft know it was him. I mean he never spoke to me.h
gBut youfre living with him!h
gOnly because this was the place Brunofs Hitmonchan brought me to because he helped me escape. And itfs not like hefs been evil to me or anything.h
gOh.h Misty said, understanding.
Yellow scowled unhappily, and Red blinked in confusion, not knowing what she was not saying. After all, he was hardly an expert on relationships.
Lance hid a secret smile.
A few weeks passed, while Yellow just ignored Lance and Lance did the same to her. The Dragon Master had more important things to worry about, and injured pokémon continued to straggle in. Often though, he had to give advice at the same time, and he became quite adept at multitasking.
Red would smile and watch, and try to help, and bring food back, cheerfully accompanied by his team, who had returned – all with the exception of Pika, who had been killed right off the bat.
Bruno had not wanted to risk it. For without a pokémon, even a Viridian Trainer was useless, right?
Right. So he had to eliminate the pokémon, since he was too fond of Yellow to kill her. And it had happened, but now, his reign was over.
What to do now?
Most of the human population was dead – only a few isolated communities remained, and though there had been resistance in the Sevii Islands for a time, pokémon coming from that region reported that a mysterious plague had wiped out all the inhabitants.
Lance nodded, even as he cut cloth into thin strips and performed surgery and fed them anesthetic as his fingers glowed with pale blue. Viridianfs Power.
He wondered if Giovanni had survived too, and scowled at the thought. If he had, then perhaps he would use this opportunity to let Team Rocket take over. Stillc
If that happened, he would fight the man actively, for the pokémon were meant to be free.
If they chose a trainer, that was different.
If they were forced, so much the worsec
Meanwhile, he had to endure the company of two girls, one being Yellow, and that was unpleasant enough.
At least Red was stillc safe. Safe to converse with, safe to talk toc
Red would not judge him. Misty did not know him well, and Yellow had that hypocritical air of righteousness in her eyes that made him sick.
He hated her. Prissy little bitch!
He almost wanted to thank Bruno for destroying her purityc pity he had never considered that as an optionc
Well, no matter. She had fought Brunofs advances only weakly, and now her power was gone.
Unworthy onec
He smiled, and Red grinned back, not knowing what Lance was smiling about, but glad his friend was happy.
If only he knew.
End Chapter
Completed 12/30/06
Look! Itfs a really short chapter. Well, a tiny bit shorter than usual
ß Lazy Authoress~!
Lance: *Sighs*
Red: Oh well, it could be worse
Lance: Donft tempt fate! She could put us in a foursome with
Misty and Yellow!
Red: *Gags*
Phantomness: I tried writing lemons with Misty and Yellow, but Ifd always get so sick after a paragraph or two that I had to stop. Hmph. Hated pairings indeed!