Title: Game
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red/Ash)
Fandom: Pokmon
Theme: #54, Game
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. Game-verse
Warnings: OC parents, shonen-ai
Its not true.
But it is, Reds eyes are cold and hard, as he stares dispassionately at the man kneeling in front of him. Did you think it was a game, father? Did you enjoy leaving me leaving us on our own? Were we less important than your non-existent career, maybe?
Red His mother starts, but Red shakes his head, cutting her off.
I always wanted to meet you. I suppose its my own fault for thinking you were a worthwhile person. The Kanto League Champion scowls, clips his poke balls back on, recalls his Charizard with a flick of his wrist. Tonys pokemon lay fallen, not that it was difficult, theres little there, a Raticate, Pidgeotto, Poliwhirl
Red frowns, before he stalks upstairs to his room, as his mother helps his father up.
I
Maria shakes her head as she looks at Tony. What did you expect? He hasnt seen you since he was four years old, and when you didnt come home, he had to think of something
I really am proud of him Tony begins to say, but Maria cuts him off.
Are you? Then why didnt you ever visit for the past ten years?
I was busy-.
With what? It certainly wasnt pokemon training, and I doubt you were off taking college courses or working. What were you really doing, Tony?
He cant answer.
So now you know. Lance says quietly. Red nods, frowning into the videophone.
This is why you wouldnt tell me what his trainer record was, right, Lance?
I didnt want to disillusion you.
I appreciate it. Red smiles. But in any case, Ill be heading home tonight. Theres no way Im staying here with this man.
He is your father
Well yes, but he hasnt been around for the last oh, I dont know, two-thirds of my life, maybe? I dont feel like getting to know him again.
Lance chuckles. Very well. What do you want for dinner?
Um pasta?
Pasta. The Dragon Master agrees. Red smiles, and hangs up. Talking to Lance always makes him feel better.
Lance makes spaghetti, laughing when he watches Red chase meatballs across his plate. Red winds strands of noodles around his fork, and licks tomato sauce off his chin, and grins. They wash the dishes together, and afterwards, Red snuggles against him on the couch, and theyre more a family than his biological one anyway.
He doesnt really need a Father, after all. Pity Tony hasnt figured this out yet.
End Fic
Completed 5/22/07
I love playing Diamond/Pearl, but completing the pokdex is really hard! ^^
Red: *Hugs Lance*
Lance: *Smirk*
Phantomness: Yay fluff~!