Well, I hope the plotbunny lives!

Disclaimer: I don’t own pokemon. This is non-profit fanwork, Nintendo owns pokemon so I’m not infringing on their copyright, and since I wrote this fanfic it belongs to me. okay?

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

Chapter 3:

 

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            He was glowing.

            It was so pretty! All of it, glimmer and sparkly and oh-so-nice.

            He giggled as the shadow pokemon tore the area to pieces.

            I don’t lose that easily, stupid rebellion.

            I don’t die that easy either.

            But of course, I think you know that now, don’t you?

            I’ve broken your expectations; let me break your hope too! That’ll be _so_ fun! But you deserve it, so ne!

            It was your fault for kidnapping me. I hope the poison’s worn off.

            Stupid Misty, even if I weren’t league I still don’t like her. She thinks too highly of herself.

            Oh! Poison is a mix of red and blue color, I can’t believe I forgot that. Well in that case…

            Ash hummed as he activated as summoning spell.

            “Aniki…aneki…”

            With a flash, the other two Chosen appeared in front of him.

            Lance twirled his staff and with one stroke, wiped out the entire front section. < You called? >

            < Couldn’t you handle this on your own? >

            < I wanted company. > Ash said simply.

            < Ah… >

            < And the poison… it’s water-based after all. >

            < Don’t worry; I know exactly what to do. The question is, will you accept it? >

            < Moonshine and Starlight forever. >

 

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            “How the hell did that happen!?”

            “Shh!”

            Agatha cast a glare at the junior trainer accompanying her. “Quiet!”

            Richie shushed the girl as well. He wasn’t sure how many of them were left, but it was better to play it safe.

            Always safe, better safe than sorry was his motto.

            Raichu looked scared, Richie held him closely.

            Brock was worried, his girlfriend had been in the area of the building that had just imploded.

            But, he knew the value of retaliation and truce and silken, even as his heart shriveled and died with fear that she were dead. What an apt representation of the phrase lover’s minutes apart is eternity.

            They could only wait.

            Everything was a matter of time.

 

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            Everything was a matter of time indeed.

            Ash looked at the ruins in satisfaction, smiling brightly. < Can we go home now? Aniki-kun? >

            < Still such a child. > Lance laughed. < But Pallet is gone. >

            < Maybe I’m seeing what I want to see. > Ash said, as Lance laid a hand on his shoulder.

            < Oh? Are you? >

            Charlotte excused herself as she and Moltres flew off to look for any remnants. This was their main base, so hopefully, they didn’t have a back-up plan.

            The war was such a pain…

            Ash grinned. < Yes. >

            He giggled as Lance picked him up. < Then we should take you home, ne? >

            The two vanished.

 

            Bugsy peeked out from in a tree with her binoculars as Falkner’s Pidgeot took out a Fighting-type master. “Still not clear.”

            “Really!”

            “Yes,” Bugsy said, her Scyther cutting apart a bush and revealing a trainer, who squealed and tried to run.

            One of the Spinarak caught her, tying her up in thread, of course, that way there was no escape.

            Claire’s own dragons attacked. It was wonderful, they were so powerful and pretty and… well, that was that.

            The rebellion would be no more soon enough.

            It was all a matter of time indeed.

 

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            Two weeks passed, silence descended.

            Was it real silence? Who can tell if silence is real or natural? It could be that the world wanted silence.

            After all, what state was the world in? It was certainly not a good one.

            Well, at least they had all the guardians now.

            Hopefully, Thunder wouldn’t fall, that did unfortunately present a common problem. But they would all try their best…

 

            < You are _mine_. >

            < Hai. >

            The strings dangled from the master puppeteer’s fingers. <Forever. >

            < Hai. >

            < Finish. > The threads jerked, cut, as something crumpled to the ground. Ash wrapped his black cloak tighter around himself.

            So pretty…

            Lance stepped back, cleaning the blood off her sword. “Well, we are finished.”

            < Hai. >

            < Pretty little one… > Lance mused, as her arms snaked around Ash’s chest.

            < Hai… >

            < I’ll protect you forever. >

 

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            This is not a story meant to be passed on, obviously. After all, it’s only a tale of woe, death and destruction.

            But it’s here, and true, and better than my first attempt.

            The End.

 

(You do not want to see my first attempt at this)

 

End Chapter

End Fic!
Completed 5/20/04

Created 1/30/04