Title: Way of the
Samurai
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #1, Way of the Samurai or Hakama
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, Palletshipping-bashing, character death
You are such a fool. Lance hissed. How dare you show your face here, after what you have done?
Ash swallowed, hands sweaty as he gripped his sword. Master Lance
I suppose now you are here to challenge me? I see no other reason for your return. The man stood, as he held his hands in front of his chest, watching as a katana made out of obsidian emerged.
The dark pleats of his hakama hid his movements, and Ash winced as their swords clashed together. It was true he had betrayed his lover his teacher, by running off with the rogue ninja Gary, but
But now
Lances eyes were a wicked blaze of golden fury, and Ash saw the beginnings of silver light curling around his arms.
Then it was Lances finishing move the Silver Dragon
Ash closed his eyes. Lance had taught him its weakness, and he knew that if he blocked it, his teacher would die, but
Indescribable agony shot through his body, and he staggered back in surprise. His sword fell in pieces around him.
Fool. Lance hissed. Do you think I would use the Silver Dragon against you, now that you know its secret?
His sword glittered, and then fell, and Ash gasped as he felt the point against his throat. It hurt, but not as much as the earlier pain. He was bleeding from numerous spots all over his body.
I call it the Dragon Dance. Lance smiled sweetly. But now no one else will know my secrets. Goodbye.
Whatever else he might have said was lost in a gurgle of blood, and Ash succumbed to the darkness.
Lance flicked the blood off his sword with a careless gesture, before he glanced at the rafters. I know youre up there, Gary. Funny. You never cared for him, did you? You only wanted to see my movements.
Gary hissed, drawing his sai, but Lance was faster, and as Gary watched, the needles between his fingers danced their death-song.
You didnt think I wouldnt know about this? Lance asked, as he stabbed a pair through the ninjas eyes. You are a fool. You should have stayed with Koga.
Gary did not answer, and Lance flicked his fingers, sending his second set of needles into his hands.
It would be quick.
The next morning, two heads hung outside the dojo, a clear warning.
End Fic
Completed 11/12/06
I might as well mention that though I hate Palletshipping, I can tolerate Red/Green in tiny doses. A.k.a. I dont hate it to death. I dont like it though, and if anyone else tries to shove Gary x Ash x Lance threesome in my face, Ill KILL them!