Bunnies… come back here!

Disclaimer: I don’t own pokemon! It belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This is non-profit fanwork, no copyright infringement is intended, and since I wrote it its mine.

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Chapter 3: Worthless

           

            “That was abrupt.” Lance murmured, as Ash sighed and sprawled down on the girl’s bed.

            “Oh?”

            “You don’t usually transform so easily.”
            “I was angry.”

            “Yes, anger is a limiting factor, unfortunately.” The Dragon Master agreed, eyes flickering up towards the ceiling, regarding it blandly.

            Hmm…

            Was that a spider web in the corner? And after she’d just cleaned it too…

            Lance pulled a shuriken out, took careful aim, and threw, slicing the strands of sticky silk, dropping to the floor.

            “Tsk., tsk…”

 

            “What’s wrong, Lance-chan?”

            “Life in general, maybe?” The guardian foiled. Ash turned the puppy dog eyes on, and climbed on top of her.

            “Liar.”

            “I’m slightly worried about the future. It isn’t like life to be so easy.”

            “What’s wrong with enjoying what we have?”

            “When its just an illusion.” Lance sighed.

 

            “You think too much.” Was all Ash said, before he kissed her, effectively cutting off any more arguments.

            “Well, someone’s feisty today.” Lance commented.

            “Catch me.” Ash said, before he dashed out the door. Lance shrugged, there wasn’t anything better to do, and hightailed after him. The chase led through the plateau for more than an hour before Ash allowed himself to get caught. He wriggled, but could not escape.

            “It’s not nice to tease, Ash…” Lance said, as she dragged him back towards her room, trussed up in a bundle of silk scarves.

            “Where did you get these?”

            “Claire picked them out, you like?”

            “Not when they’re restraining me…”

            “It was your own fault.” Lance said, tapping him on the nose. Ash pouted. Then, his pupils expanded and filled with shimmery tears.

            He sniffled. * Time for attack of the puppy dog eyes! *

 

            “I’m not falling for it this time, kawaii koi.” Lance said, before she tossed him on the bed, a smirk curving across her lips.

            Ash suddenly began looking uncomfortable… * Oh no… *

            Well, we all know what probably happened after that, considering ages and all of that…

 

            Charlotte put down her cup of perked coffee and stared blankly at the T.V. set. She rubbed her eyes and stared again.

            Talking blue rattatas, huh? Well, some had escaped but no, they couldn’t stay. She had to purify.

            Well… in that case…

            Humming, she activated Loop and Firey and in a few seconds they were all gone. Charlotte went back to her economics homework and continued to give it the Death Glare.

            That did not help the homework any.

 

            Three weeks later, Zackie showed up again.

            “Ruby, go!”

            Ash did not even bother picking a pokemon, his key flashed and Solrock appeared. * Might as well… *

            “Tackle!”

            Lance smirked. < What a stupid trainer… >

            < I wholeheartedly agree. > Ash replied. < Solrock, use Rock Slide. >

            Rattata crashed into a wall.

 

            “Oh no!”

            “Oh yes.’ Ash said. “Hand over the money.”

            “It’s not fair!”

            “Kid, life is very unfair.” Ash muttered. “So deal with it.”

            “I’m not giving up yet!”

            “Well, then send out your next pokemon.”

            “Victreebel, go!”

            The rock/psychic dual type floated closely to the plant, as Victreebel lashed out with a vine.

            Stay away!

            My, my, you are quite touchy, touchy. Solrock muttered. Flamethrower…

            Well, being cheeky isn’t always good.

 

            Zackie’s eyes popped out.

            Ash backed away as eyeballs slid on the floor. “Ew…”

            ‘MY EYES!” Zackie screamed.

            “Well, I didn’t think it’d happen literally.” Lance observed. “Shall we leave him?”

            Ash took her arm and they waltzed off into the sunset.

 

            Well, life’s life and as strange as it gets. And since this plotbunny is dead, I can’t write any more.

            Ruby died.

            The test for the Chosen in this life was easy, all they had to do was to eliminate a strain of virus that might have killed off all water-type pokemon.

            And it was all right.

 

THE END

Completed 5/6/04, created 3/1/04

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