Title: Nostalgic
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #68, Nostalgic
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, incest, shota, implied sex

 

            Red sneezes as he peers into another box. He doesn’t know why they’re cleaning the attic. In fact, he’s not even sure why they still have a house in Pallet Town. It lies empty most of the year, and they certainly aren’t getting anything out of it. Besides, he’s preferred living at Indigo Plateau or camping out, and since he’s Champion, he can stay with Father all the time and no one will raise an eyebrow.

            He hears his Father chuckle, and turns around.

            “What is it, Father?”

            Lance holds up a raggedy stuffed Pikachu, and Red colors.

            “Wow… I didn’t know we still had old Pika-chan! I wonder what she’d think if she saw me now.” Red said, tenderly picking up the animal and trying to wipe the dust on it away.

            “Who knows?” Lance shrugged. “You have a real Pikachu now.”

            “Yes.” He can still remember telling stories of his adventures to Father at night when he’s little, when Mother is still alive and Father isn’t Dragon Master and Leader of the Elite Four yet.

            It makes him a bit sad, that he’s not as innocent as he was then, in more than one way. He’s seen corruption and evil and other things no child should see, during his journey, and later on, as a Champion’s duty, but there have been some good changes too.

            Like how Father treats him now…

            He puts Pika-chan in his backpack carefully, to take with him back to the Plateau. Something tugs at the edge of his mind, and he understands.

            “We’re selling the house, aren’t we?”

            Father nods, and it doesn’t hurt Red as much as it should, probably because they haven’t lived here for a while, so now it’s just a building and not a home.

            “It’s all right.” He says, and they get back to work.

            The next day, the house is put up for sale, and he and Father fly away, not looking back once. And that night, he moves into Father’s bed, partially for comfort, but partially to remind him self that they still have each other.

            No one hears his cries, and Father smiles as he kisses him.

 

            Red pants, and doesn’t feel so nostalgic anymore. And on his desk, Pika-chan’s beady button eyes seem to wink at him.

 

End Fic

Completed 9/21/06

More incest! ^^ Don’t like? Don’t read!

Pika-chan is actually the ‘Eternal Winged Pikachu of Greatness’ from Card Captor Ashura, and my fluff muse, so I gave her a bit of a cameo in this one. ^^
Pika-chan: *Preen*

Lance: *Smirk*

Red: *Grins*