Title: We’re
Through
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping/WataShi (Lance x Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #44, Through
Rating: PG
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: one-sided AAMRN, mentioned Citrusshipping/Danceshipping, fanon references
It wasn’t done to break his heart. She did like Ash, really she did, but she also knew that he was inconceivably dense and would never understand her feelings, and Rudy was charming, so she felt better after she left with the Trovita gym leader. She was quite confident she had made the right choice. But then…
Five years later, everything had changed. Rudy and Mahri were dead, victims of a Protect the Pokemon terrorist attack. The Kanto and Johto Gym systems were falling apart, the Elite Four had gone missing, the Plateau was in ashes, and no one knew what the next day would bring. Even Team Rocket was shocked by the wanton destruction, and when several of their agents turned out to be members in disguise, their bases were blown sky-high.
Misty huddled quietly inside her gym, glad that they had barricaded it, but wondering how long things would last.
Death at this time would almost – almost be pleasant…
“Do you feel sorry for her?”
“Of course I do.” Ash replied. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll save her. She’s a pretty weak trainer – I’m not sure it would be worth the cost.”
Lance smirked, eyes dark. “And what of your personal feelings?”
“They’re not supposed to interfere in our battle scheme.” Ash answered promptly.
“You’ve definitely changed.” The Dragon Master purred, and Ash smiled, though his eyes were dark.
“Of course I have. You were the one that trained me, and I learned from the best.”
“Oh?”
Ash did not reply verbally, as he stood, before he wound his arms around Lance’s waist, pillowing his head against the other’s chest. “Yes. Would you like me to prove it, teacher?”
“Not now.” Lance smiled. “We’re still busy. So we will leave Cerulean untouched then. She’ll probably die.”
“If she’s strong enough to make it here, I’ll consider restating my stance, but I doubt she’ll survive.” Ash said simply.
Lance
chuckled. “Until then…
“The Sacred Sword and the Shield,” Ash swallowed. “I hope it won’t come to that.”
“I would gladly die for you, Ash.”
“That’s not the point! The world is worth saving, but why do my most important people have to die in the process!”
“Because… that’s just the way things are.” Lance told him, before he kissed him.
Ash sighed and closed his eyes. “All right…”
If that were so, than he would believe it.
Two weeks later, Ash was the darling hero of those who remained, with bright silver in his hair and gold in his eyes, but as Misty looked at him, she was struck by how… hollow he seemed, and when she said hello, he looked right through her, almost as though he was seeing someone else, and it hurt.
But she didn’t know what to do, and he was resigned to his fate, so there never was anything between them.
End Fic
Completed 3/8/07
Inspired by a popular pop song…
Ash: *Sighs*
Phantomness: Such is life *Shrug*