You know, this title totally does not fit!
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
Warnings: Shoujo-ai, fanon
Chapter 3
“Misty?”
“What is it, Daisy?” She asked. There were several junior trainers still milling around, so if it was a gym challenger, then that was something else…
“I… I think there is something wrong.” Daisy said. Her voice was shaky, and Misty frowned. She recalled her pokemon to their balls and rushed outside to see what was going on.
A terrifying sight met her eyes. A strangely colored Charizard, the size of a four-or-five story building was breathing out green flames straight at her gym!
Just then, a few stray flower petals drifted by. Misty sneezed.
Two figures in Sailor Moon-esque outfits jumped down in front of the Charizard. Daisy clapped. “It’s just like a shoujo manga!”
“Except it’s real.” Misty muttered, wondering if her life had just ended and this was some bizarre dream.
The one in front looked at the Charizard with what seemed to Misty an expression of contempt. She shouted something and a wave of water slammed into the Charizard, sending it reeling back. The other girl drew a wand out of midair and sent white lightning bolts at the Charizard.
The Charizard howled and turned into a pile of sparkly white dust.
The two figures nodded to each other, and then took off into the air.
Misty and Daisy both gaped.
What was that all about?
“If they target her, sooner or later, the darkness in her will echo…” Lance whispered, and her eyes were narrowed. “We must keep a stricter watch on her.”
Red nodded, as her Mr. Mime finished with the barrier. It winked into existence around Misty, though she was unaware. An alarm would sound, should any darkness pass within twenty yards.
It was not perfect, but it would give them a little warning.
“You know, sometimes I wish we could just foist this job on some unsuspecting high school student.” Red muttered. Lance blinked from where she was soaking in their hot tub.
“You’re rather bitter today, Red.”
“I mean it! We fight evil demons at all hours of the day and night in these ridiculous costumes and we never get paid or acknowledged for it.”
“You do have a point there. But I wouldn’t call the Cards nothing.”
Red colored, her hand automatically dipping to her belt pouch. “Oh… I forgot about that. Thanks.”
Lance sank below the water for a second, and surface with a sigh, her long red hair clinging to her face. “It’s just that… you seem different.”
“You mean I’m not as genki as I should be?”
“Partially.” Lance said truthfully. Apparently the weight of all his – no, her mistakes made Red cautious, and even bitter. Perhaps Serebii did have the right idea when she suppressed his – her memories.
Lance felt the temptation to rise up in her back of her mind. It would be so simple to erase her memories, but it was not her choice to make.
“Lance? You’re being awfully quiet.”
“I am sorry.” Lance said gently. “I am simply a bit distracted.”
Red tossed the last pieces of her dreaded uniform to the floor and made a flying leap into the hot tub, sending water everywhere. Lance spluttered and glared.
“Then play with me!”
Then again, it was not all gone…
Red remembers a time when she hated being a little girl. She thinks that Lance probably went through it too, but in a different way. Red just wanted to be a little tomboy and her mother would always fuss over her scraped knees but she didn’t mind, and Lane… Lance seemed as if she had been born blindingly polished and beautiful and pretty enough to kiss you one minute and kill you the next.
Not that you would mind being killed if you were still reeling from the kiss.
Of course, when Red was older, she still ran around in a t-shirt and shorts, but then the girls at school giggled and laughed and she began to realize that not having big breasts and short miniskirts and platform heels was a bad thing. But since she didn’t want to change, she decided that she would just dress like a boy.
After that, things were simple.
She went on her journey, and the nice Professor gave her a pokédex with a wink, not bothering to designate her gender and promising that Green – who really was kind of nice, despite being a boy, would not tell.
Green was all right. They were rivals, and Green didn’t mind that she dressed up because it was always cooler if your rival was another boy, and they parted with smiles but no romance.
He was nice enough, but not for her.
She and her kawaii chibi Bulbasaur had been walking down the road when she saw her – well, at that time she thought the other girl was a boy because Lance really looked like one when she dressed up!
Red smiled.
“What’s so amusing?”
“I was just reminiscing on when we met.” She grinned. Lance laughed.
“I see…”
And it was at that moment when they both felt the wards go off. Both of them looked absolutely pissed, but jumped out of the tub and started dressing as fast as possible.
They really did not get paid enough for this.
End Chapter
Completed 6/24/06
Lance: *Blink*
Red: *Glomps Lance*
Phantomness: Aww…