Title: Awake
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #8, Awake
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: AU, Shonen-ai, incest
When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a mobile, hanging above his head. It was quite cute, made out of tissue paper, with a sun and moon and stars, and a rainbow and two storm clouds, and a lightning bolt sparking through. He gurgled and reached for it.
Lance watched, pleased. The child was still young, but he had plenty of time. After all, he was immortal, or quite close to it, and he was happy.
It was a pity his sister had died in childbirth, but he would certainly raise the young one as his own. He had potential, great power, and one never wanted to waste potential
Better to bend it to ones will, as ones ally
So when Red grew older, it was Lance who taught him magic, and it was Lance who guided him down the dark paths, and Lance knew, even as he held Red close and whispered words of power to bind and cure and heal and protect, to conjure and to create and control, that now Red was his, and he would never awake from the dark sleep he had placed him in.
The young immortal smiled and spread his wings of black feathers, and flew about, bringing death and disease, and pestilence, and Lance laughed as he watched Red bedazzle the people and receive his due.
Things were better this way.
And when Red crept into his bed, feeling cold and alone and isolated, Lance comforted him, and wound him even closer.
And Red believed.
End Fic
Completed 9/24/06
I wish the skin on my elbows would stop peeling. It is very irritating!
Poor Red. Hes been totally manipulated