Title: Depressed
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #25, Depressed
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
Warnings: Shonen-ai, angst
Lance was quite surprised to find Red huddled underneath his covers. It was nearly 2 P.M. and they had a meeting to attend. What was Red thinking? The Champion usually took his duties very seriously, though he complained – as did they all – about the workload and unfair expectations placed on the shoulders of Kanto’s Elite Four.
“Red, come on. It’s time to go.”
“I don’t want to.” Red’s voice was muffled.
Lance frowned. “Red, we’re going to be late if we don’t hurry.”
A pair of crimson eyes red-rimmed, peered out. Red sniffled. “I don’t care!”
“Red…”
“Lance, I don’t want to go! Don’t you remember what today is?”
Today… January the seventeenth – oh Lugia. He understood now why Red was so reluctant to move.
Two years ago, Pikachu had died today.
Now he understood. No wonder Red was too depressed to move. “All right. I’ll take notes for you.”
Red snuggled his head into his lover’s chest. “I’m glad you understand me, even if no one else does.”
“Shh.” Lance placed a chaste kiss on Red’s lips, and went off to make excuses. The other Elite nodded. President Goodman looked peeved, but even Elite Four and Champion were human and could get sick, so he thought nothing of it.
After the meeting, Lance returned to Red’s room, and there, he let Red cry as much as he wanted, and be a child for once.
End Fic
Completed 10/15/06
Yeah, almost fluff.
Pikachu: I’m dead?
Phantomness: Well, someone had to die
Red: *Hugs Lance*
Lance: ^^