HI! *waves*
Anyways, excuse the general randomness of this fic, I was high on sugar and brain dead from studying forever.
Disclaimer: I don’t’ own pokemon, that belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan comics, this is most definitely non-profit fanfic, I own my writing plus ideas, it’s plagiarism if you take them, and I am not infringing on Nintendo’s copyright! I’ve said my piece.
Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks.
Pairings: Championshipping (Ash x Lance)
Timeline: 6 weeks later
Chapter 3: Ying-Yang triangle
Ash had just finished crying his eyes out when a shadow dropped over him, and a pair of arms snaked around his chest.
“Lance-chan?” Ash whispered.
“Yes.” The Dragon Master whispered, silkily sweet. He turned and kissed the trainer softly.
He tasted like sunset and the sweetest pure honey.
Ash returned the kiss full force, mewling as Lance’s arms slid down his sides. “Oh God… I missed you…”
Lance’s eyes glittered with suppressed emotion. “I know, little one.”
“Do you love me?”
Lance paused, before kissing him again. < Yes. >
There was really nothing more to be said after that.
Sometimes, these things take time. Sometimes they don’t. But if it’s real love, then why bother with those insignificant details?
There was still the revenge issue though.
Charlotte remarked on it as a waste of time. There really was not much point to make.
Lance said it was his decision.
There were many other opinions from the pokemon, but generally, it was to leave them alone, or…
Bloody Murder.
Either way, things were complicated. Ash finally decided just to let them be. They hadn’t really done much.
Besides, it wasn’t them who had killed Lance.
But if he ever found a connection, they would wish they had never made that fateful decision.
That was like the passionate lover and hater. You have to hate and love with force something, and maybe, in the end, love turns to hate?
Ash wished he had never read the Scarlet Letter. It always made things confusing.
“If I hate them I might secretly love them? Ew…”
“It’s much more convenient just to let things go.”
“I see…”
Still, it was hard to pay attention when Lance was cuddling him and Charlotte was downstairs cooking while the smell of rich pastry wafted through the room.
Nobody could concentrate under those conditions.
Ash eeped as Lance hands slid to an area they normally couldn’t access and decided to shut down and concentrate on the more important matter at hand.
“You are evil.” Ash said, face cherry red.
“I know that.” Lance said.
“I was trying to get some work done, but no…”
Lance shrugged. “So?”
“But it was important!”
“Ash, you have years to decide.” The Dragon Master put in. “Why all the rush?”
“Um…”
“See?”
“I hate you.”
“I love you too, my little koibito.” Lance said, placing another kiss on Ash’s lips. Ash sighed and kicked his fighting instinct out of his head.
It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate all that Lance was doing for him and had done for him in the past; it was just-
Love.
One word, one million words, one syllable, a hundred hushed whispers. What a contrast.
Lance’s fingers were tangled in his hair, fear flickering in his eyes.
He knew.
Wordlessly, Ash kissed him back, without having any other thing come in.
Just let this moment last forever…
Forget revenge, forget all of that. It isn’t important!
What I really want, I already have. I won’t lose him.
And, I’ll make sure he doesn’t lose me.
Lance winced as he felt pain in his arm. “What?”
The bracelets.
One silver, one gold, delicate designs traced in gold, appeared on their wrists. But these were no pretty decorations.
Lance smiled. “You are that worried?”
“I will not forget you again.” Ash vowed.
“So, you use the Heart link chains.”
“Yes. By my blood and heart, I bind myself to you.”
“And so may it be.” Lance added, twining his fingers with Ash’s.
No regrets.
There were no regrets at all in this life.
No, they would try their best, but that was all. No use chasing romantic dreams of fancy, when reality was right there in their arms.
It was real, and that was what counted.
There was no false illusion, but reality was more important.
See the truth with your own eyes, and then you know that it is really true. Feel with your heart when you are troubled, that is the way.
Amen.
Glitter was pretty too, though, Serebii thought, before she closed the doors.
It was time, as that life was through, its purpose done, but a few more years of peace she could grant them before the cycle began anew.
Be at
peace, then…
It is inevitable that the
world will always need the Chosen, that is just the way things work.
End fic!
Started 3/4/04, completed 4/30/04
This is vague and not one of my best works, but hey, what does everyone think?