Ghosts ahoy!
Title: Phantoms
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #31, Haunting
Rating: G
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, Het
Red cant stop the voice. Shes not sure where its coming from, but it fills her ears with a sad, sweet sound. Its not like shed want to stop it anyhow, its beautiful, and shes sure it can only belong to the Angel of Music.
It makes her feel a bit odd; since shes the only person who hears it, but its so gentle she cant conceive of it being harmful. It sings to her every night as she combs her hair in front of her vanity mirror before going to bed.
Sometimes, she wishes she could meet the Angel, but at other times, she feels foolish. Of course she wouldnt be able to see him. After all, he must be some majestic creature, and shes read enough fairytales to know the fate of those who see heavenly beings. They die or go blind
She really doesnt wish for either of those things.
But as she listens to him sing, she wonders if shes falling in love with him, and it frightens her. Shes never seen him. Moreover, to love a voice
That doesnt stop her cheeks from tinting pink every time she hears the singing, and the sweet dreams she dreams at night.
Lance smirks as he walks through the deserted corridors of the opera at night, the bone-white mask on his face the only sign of light, the rest of his body swathed in dark black evening gear. He blends into the shadows quite well, and as he stalks, he sings .
He can pitch his voice quite well, and so Red is the only soul who hears him. After all, he can be silent if he wishes, just like a real ghost
She is a very beautiful child, innocent despite her years, and her voice it has the potential to be brilliant. If only she had more confidence
But one cannot have anything, and so, hell start slow. Perhaps someday, hell actually speak to her, but until she is accustomed to his presence, it is safer to move slowly. It would not do to frighten her away before he got to know her, after all.
Hell watch, and wait, and protect her, and perhaps one day, hell touch her and kiss her and love her. Such thoughts are illusions now, still maybe one day
He can hope.
End Fic
Completed 9/12/06
Yeah, I love POTO. Phantom of the Opera rules, and by that, I mean the book by Leroux, the book by Susan Kay, and the Broadway musical sung by the original cast with Michael Crawford, NOT the movie. Eew! I hate the Phantom movie!