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Timeline: 4 months down the line

Chapter 3: Spy?

“Ash, time to wake up…”

The rocket continued to slumber, surrounded by a pile of sleeping pokemon.

“Ash…”

There was still no response from the sleeping trainer.

Sighing, Lance walked up to him and gently shook him awake.

“Ne… why did you wake me up?” Ash asked, when he was awake.

“Because, you have class in fifteen minutes and you have to have breakfast eaten by then!”

“Eek!”

“Hold still.” Lance said, as she pointed at him and muttered an incantation under her breath. Instantly, Ash found himself feeling refreshed, as if he had showered and brushed his teeth, as his clothes shifted into his black rocket uniform.

“Sugoi!”

“Just don’t count on me using this everyday! Here!”

Ash jumped around, catching the flying muffins Lance was tossing at him, followed by the thermos of milk. “Thank you!”

“Eat quickly. I’ll teleport you to class afterwards.”

“Hai!”

Certainly, Ash ate quickly and then went off to class.

It was not too bad, he had six hours of class every day and then free time.

As long as he learned a lot…

He liked all of the classes, except for elementary psychology. That was very hard, but he usually got help.

Lucky.

A pair of green eyes watched… all she had to wait was for Ash to be left alone, and then fulfill her commission and escape.

A hand slid to the two poke balls, illegally carried inside her uniform.

She smiled in anticipation.

“Ne… are classes over yet?”

Lance’s eyes crinkled up in a half-smile. “Yes. Where do you want to go this afternoon?”

“Well… first I want to shower, but can we go to Celadon today?”

“I shall ask your father. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Lance turned and began walking down the hallway to Giovanni’s office.

Ash sat down with a white notebook full of scribbled pokemon pictures and began drawing a pidgey in blue crayon.

It was just a normal Pidgey.

Strokes on the wings, downward lines to indicate flapping…

The beak, sharp but the eyes shaded…

Up and down strokes of the crayon, over and over until a scratching of random segments became a body, and feet, and a head.

Creation in blue of a bird

Slowly, Sasha crept nearer, although many rockets often passed by Giovanni’s heir.

And she struck.

With the poison-coated knife, the gun, the crossbow, covering all three angles, so he had to die by some method of hers.

She waited.

Ash looked stunned more than anything, as the blood trickled down and down, splashes of crimson on the white tiles. Well, from the five points (three bullets), he could not move.

Luckily she had aimed well, the poison paralyzed first his throat, then moved downwards. He could not even scream as the agony lit his body on fire, embers licking and freezing and killing…

A few minutes later, Sasha was satisfied that Ash was dead. Her kadabra had cloaked the entire area in confusion waves, creating an illusion. They now teleported out to collect their reward, from some strange old man…

Oh well, money was money.

Lance stiffened, silver eyes flickering. “Giovanni, I’m afraid to interrupt our meeting, but Ash is in danger.”

Without another word, she teleported.

Giovanni nodded, knowing she would take care of any problems.

The seven-almost-eight year old was lying against the wall, partially embedded into it by the force of the explosion.

He looked dead.

Sighing, Lance felt for a pulse. None.

“It is lucky,” Lance said, as she pulled out a knife, shining silver, and slid the blade against her forearm, watching the drops fall onto Ash’s prone body. “That I have dragon magic.”

He began to glow with blue light, the wounds slowly closing themselves up.

“It is also lucky,” Lance continued, as blue threads flowed from around her and started melting into his skin. “That magic transfer has always been around. True, this will force magic on you, but it was bound to happen sooner or later.”

A white light began to shine in her eyes as she gently kissed him on the forehead.

“And finally, it is very lucky that our souls are linked, or else I would not be able to call you back now.”

Ash’s eyes opened.

“Lance-chan?” He asked, voice sounding a little rusty.
“If I try to leave again, stop me.” Lance said simply.

“Nani?”

“If I even try to leave you again, stop me.” Lance warned, as Ash stood up, looking at the holes in his clothing in a puzzled fashion.

“H-hai…”

What was Lance talking about?

End Chapter

Started 3/13/04, completed 3/18/04