Title: Something
to Remember
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #36, Something to Remember
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. Special-verse
Warnings: Shonen-ai, Specialshipping-bashing, insanity, character death
Red Yellow looked at her friend, worried. Ever since they had returned from Cerise Island, he had been quiet and moody. He hadnt even talked to Pika once, and he seemed to be spending all his time with his Gyarados and Aerodactyl, talking to them in soft tones while they listened.
They would nuzzle his cheek, and he would cry. Yellow didnt know why Red was crying, so one night, she decided to eavesdrop.
Theyre all dead now, Red whispers, as he holds Aeroy close. Theyre all dead, and its my fault all my fault
Master
It is. Its my fault because Pika is my pokémon and now all the dragons are dead, because without the Dragon Master
Gyarados coils around him protectively, and Yellow feels a stab of something. Shes not sure if its anger, guilt, despair or fear, but it makes her edgy.
And worse of all, Ill never see him again
Some things click into Yellows mind then. How Red never looked her in the eyes when he told her that Lance had been defeated . And now, the coldness towards Pika
So Lance is dead
Shes never killed anyone before, but Lance would have killed other people so really what she did is for the best, right?
She has to believe in the justice of her cause, because otherwise she is nothing but a murderer.
Something cold and hard drops in her stomach as Red speaks again.
But most of all, I hate him because hes the one who caused Pika to use Megavolt and Ill never forget, and Ill never, ever, forgive him Red purrs, and he reached into his shirt, drawing out a little locket. Gold, Yellow guesses, and as Red opens it, he runs his fingers through a snip of dark red hair.
Wait for me, love. Soon, well meet again.
Behind her bush, Yellow is violently ill.
End Fic
Completed 11/15/06
I hate Yellow. Bitchy, ugly Mary-Sue!!!