Well, this bites
Title: Guilty
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #48, Guilty
Rating: PG-13
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: Shonen-ai, incest, AU
Red knows that he should feel guilty. Hes betrayed everything he stands for. Now, as he feels his Fathers arms around his shoulders and his lips on his throat, he should be struggling to get away, or at least meditating upon an escape plan, but he cant.
The path of Light has never felt so far away before
It was a bad idea, coming to Cinnabar alone, leaving Professor Oak behind, but what else could he do? He had felt a surge of Dark energy and gone to investigate.
He had expected Darkness, but he had never thought it would hit so close to home. His Father had not died after all!
Lance had explained everything. After he turned from the Light, unable to stay focused and serene, when he had cursed Oak after his Dragonite had died defending Pallet Town from a swarm of Deoxys Oak had cast him out, tried to kill him.
But he had survived. He had let passion flow in his veins, and that had saved him, unlocking his latent abilities, which were not of Light, but of Darkness. The Darkness could heal, though it tainted him, turning his hair bloody red and his eyes sharp gold.
It mattered little. Red thought his Father looked wonderful.
Red knows though, now, that the life of a pokémon does not matter, that even the life of a Trainer in the Path of Light means little to the League of Light.
He knows also, that this is not what he wishes for his future.
He wants
If he has to be cast out, if he hell have his Father back, and hell take his pokémon with him, and hell be all right. Somehow.
Because he cant sacrifice pokémon he loves without crying.
He cant just accept that they will go to a better place and move on without a tear.
Hes not Light enough. He always felt off, and now he knows why.
The Legacy of his family is not Light after all.
But he doesnt mind.
Father will teach him to wield the Dark, and as he sighs, it is perhaps the lack of guilt that frightens him the most. It fades quickly though, as he trembles from his Fathers intimate caresses.
He really stops caring about Light then.
End Fic
Completed 9/23/06
Yes, I know its vaguely Star Wars. But I wanted to write it!
This is a bit of a prequel to Theme #44, Gloomy