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Title: Lash
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red/Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #61, Leather
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: AU, shonen-ai, fanon
The leather feels slick and smooth against his fingertips, and he smirks as he flicks the whip easily, a single lash. The noise drives the huddled prisoners back, and he smiles at their fear. They should be afraid. After all, theyre lost now and theyre all going to die for their treason. It makes him smile, and he coils his whip back into a neat loop and waltzes out. He can hear a few of them muttering, and the wind whispers before they attack him, but then there are blades on his fingertips and he smiles coldly as he pins the boy to a wall.
I dont have time for you. He purrs. Cross me again and youll see the other side, ne? Hes almost dancing, but not quite, and he smiles as he feels the other one step into the room.
Red eyes rake the crowd, before the owner sighs. Lance, you should have just killed them all.
I thought you didnt like needless killing, Red. Lance smirks, but his smile widens. Besides, Im sure your darlings could use some more experience.
Red chuckles, and takes the whip from Lance. Ill deal with it myself then. Charlottes been trying to teach me some of her rope maneuvers, I might as well practice myself.
Its a blur for most of the watchers, cut down barely seconds into the fray, and Lance watches Reds eyes light up as razor steel slides out of its confines. Hes happy, and Lance likes making Red happy. After all, if Red is happy than the balance is safe and the pokémon will be fine
They finish, and then Red kisses him, and the flames burn the evidence away.
It doesnt really take long before the world surrenders.
End Fic
Completed 4/8/07
Writing while cramming is bad creates crazy brain chemicals, ne? ^^