Title: Nostalgic
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokmon
Theme: #68, Nostalgic
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: Shonen-ai, incest, shota, implied sex
Red sneezes as he peers into another box. He doesnt know why theyre cleaning the attic. In fact, hes not even sure why they still have a house in Pallet Town. It lies empty most of the year, and they certainly arent getting anything out of it. Besides, hes preferred living at Indigo Plateau or camping out, and since hes Champion, he can stay with Father all the time and no one will raise an eyebrow.
He hears his Father chuckle, and turns around.
What is it, Father?
Lance holds up a raggedy stuffed Pikachu, and Red colors.
Wow I didnt know we still had old Pika-chan! I wonder what shed think if she saw me now. Red said, tenderly picking up the animal and trying to wipe the dust on it away.
Who knows? Lance shrugged. You have a real Pikachu now.
Yes. He can still remember telling stories of his adventures to Father at night when hes little, when Mother is still alive and Father isnt Dragon Master and Leader of the Elite Four yet.
It makes him a bit sad, that hes not as innocent as he was then, in more than one way. Hes seen corruption and evil and other things no child should see, during his journey, and later on, as a Champions duty, but there have been some good changes too.
Like how Father treats him now
He puts Pika-chan in his backpack carefully, to take with him back to the Plateau. Something tugs at the edge of his mind, and he understands.
Were selling the house, arent we?
Father nods, and it doesnt hurt Red as much as it should, probably because they havent lived here for a while, so now its just a building and not a home.
Its all right. He says, and they get back to work.
The next day, the house is put up for sale, and he and Father fly away, not looking back once. And that night, he moves into Fathers bed, partially for comfort, but partially to remind him self that they still have each other.
No one hears his cries, and Father smiles as he kisses him.
Red pants, and doesnt feel so nostalgic anymore. And on his desk, Pika-chans beady button eyes seem to wink at him.
End Fic
Completed 9/21/06
More incest! ^^ Dont like? Dont read!
Pika-chan is actually the Eternal Winged Pikachu of
Greatness from Card Captor Ashura, and my fluff muse, so I gave her a bit of a
cameo in this one. ^^
Pika-chan: *Preen*
Lance: *Smirk*
Red: *Grins*