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Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks
Chapter 3
It took two more days before he recovered fully, but the King didn’t need to know that. No, it was none of his business.
“Lance?”
“What is it, Ashura?”
Ash fidgeted slightly. “Are you angry with me?”
“Why would I be?”
“Um… well…” Ash sweatdropped slightly, looking down. “I…”
“Ashura?”
“Don’t call me that, please, it’s too formal.” Ash pleaded. “Just call me Ash.”
“All right, Ash-san.”
That wasn’t much better…
“I mean, what I’m trying to say is…”
“Yes?”
“I admire you.”
Lance blinked. “I see… and what have I done to merit this?”
“Well, everything!”
“?”
Ash’s mind snapped back, was
this a dream? Or wasn’t it? Everything was so confusing…
He wasn’t sure what was real anymore.
Lance smiled as Ash hugged him, before pulling back in embarrassment.
“Ash-san?”
“Gomen nasai! I’m sorry!”
Pika-chan blinked as Ash fled down the hallway like the hounds of hell were on his heels. < What is going on? >
“He doesn’t remember…everything. That is such a pity…”
Dragonair-chan rolled her eyes. < Does it really matter to you? >
< No. >
< You’re so devious, Master Lance. >
< I try my best. >
“Ash?
What’s wrong?”
“Pika-chan, I don’t know what
to say!”
“Then don’t say anything. Actions speak louder than words you know.” The little winged pikachu fluttered onto his head.
“That’s just a proverb.”
“No, it’s perfectly true! What’s wrong, you like him or something?”
“Shh!”
“You do?” Pika-chan looked
surprised.
“Yes!”
“But… er, how? I mean; I never saw any signs.”
“I don’t know! It’s just a feeling, like it feels right.”
“Hmm…”
“What do I do?”
“Well, why don’t we wait, say, two months? Then, if you still like him and you are sure it isn’t because he looks cute, you can tell him!”
“I can’t tell!”
“Why?”
“Because…
because it’s wrong!”
“In what way? I thought
feelings were right, and real, and only you can have your feelings, not an
outside force or source.”
“Really?”
“Think about it.” Pika-chan
said, giving him a hug and a lemon chocolate bar before flying outside.
Ash munched on the chocolate thoughtfully.
Why _did_
he like Lance?
Hmm… it was like some warm
glow inside of him, not quite solid, but always there, a part of him almost.
Was it like soul bonding? He had a book on that.
Or… soulmates.
Maybe! That would be nice… after all, Lance as nicer than some people, like Princess Lydia…
Sir Guy was nice though.
Speaking of which, he seemed to be knocking…
“Come in.” Ash said with a smile.
“Ashura! The prince has vanished!”
“Again? I thought I had defeated Moline…”
“Yes, we assume it is not him.”
“Well…” He sighed inwardly. “Let’s go!” Grabbing his white, moon-and-star-topped staff, he walked outside.
Sure enough, there were people out there, quit a large number of people all in gray with facemasks on.
Lance’s eyes were closed, but his dragon dance _didn’t_ miss. They were already falling in bloodstained droves.
“Aerodactyl, Hyper Beam!”
There! Oh, that swatch was far away enough, but what to do with the group holding the prince captive?
Hm…
Lance smirked as their arrows and slings just bounced off his armor. Really, did they think Lugia’s magic so weak? Oh, they didn’t know. Well, no matter… he took a step forwards, and flew.
Another one was down.
Razor edged steel wings dropped back in two blazing arcs and a muffled scream sounded. What an idiot.
His wings weren’t for decoration…
Bakas…
Beside him, he heard Sir Guy on his horse, as his great broadsword took off quite a few men’s heads.
Pity them…
“Hn! Foul miscreants!” He cried, cleaving a man in two. Ash winced. He preferred his own methods.
Picking off one by one with magic seemed to work better… or even a crowd at once…
Prince Firmin tumbled out of the assassin’s arms in shock as a poisoned dart hit him (the assassin, not the prince) in the eye. “OW!!!”
End Chapter
Completed 7/28/04