Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ 10_Communications ❯ Theme #1: Communication ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Communication
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red/Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #1, Communication
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, fanon, angst

 

“I'm sorry, but I love someone else.”

Ash stared at Lance, mouth agape, as the Dragon Master turned, striding down the hall in a swirl of dark cloak. He felt tears prickling in his eyes and he wanted to run after Lance and demand an explanation, but sheer terror held him still.

Why…

Why don't you love me?

Am I so unlovable? What did I do wrong? Aren't I powerful enough? Questions frothed and ran in circles lightning-quick mentally, but his mouth refused to open and his tongue would not budge. He could not speak, still stunned by the force of the rejection.

He walked after Lance, watched as he closed the door to his office. Released Haunter and veiled him in shadow, recalling an unhappy Pikachu to his poke ball. Snuck inside.

He found Lance writing reports, but hours later, when his legs were aching from huddling against the wall in a standing position; Lance had still shown no sign of a romantic interest. With a yawn, the Dragon Master stood and prepared to leave.

Red followed as he walked down the hallway to the exit, watched as he released his Dragonite and flew off, followed as quietly as possible as he could on Noctowl, and then they arrived in Blackthorn.

Well, Clair was Lance's cousin… perhaps they were engaged? But no, Clair was having dinner with Lorelei at a restaurant elsewhere, and Lance had gone into the Dragon's Den. It wasn't too difficult to sneak past the trainers with their Horseas at the entrance, and then…

Now would he finally know?

 

He watched as Lance knelt down in front of the shrine for a moment, before he began to speak.

“I don't know what to do, Father…”

The statue of Lugia glowed, and its eyes flashed blue. Ash almost bolted right there and then, but he felt the need to stay and watch, so he bit his lip and did so.

 

< Child… >

“It's all a lie, isn't it?” Lance asked. “The guardians… are just toys, aren't they?”

< Nonsense. > Lugia said quietly. < I love you, Child. You know that. >

“I… I am tired. I want to sleep. I want to forget.” Lance's words were coming faster now, almost tripping over one another. “But I cannot help it, Father! I never wanted to fall in love with him!”

 

Ash's ears pricked up at this. Now, would he finally know the name of his rival?

 

< Tis the promise, Child. You cannot help it. >

“I know.” Lance sighed. “I know. But things would have been so much easier if I had never met him…”

< He would have died, and Destiny risen from the ashes. >

“Perhaps. Serebii is a fickle guardian. She would spare him the pain and the power both if she could, and tis her choice. After all, she wields time, though far less than Diaruga. All I wanted… does it really mean nothing?”

< Why are you hesitant, Child? He has already confessed his love for you. >

“Because he falls.” Lance hissed. “Because he fails. Because soon, my love will mean nothing and he will run off with Gary. I need no seer to read my future, Father! It has happened before. It will happen again! I comfort him and he will choose to love me for a time, but all he really wants is sex! And he loves Gary. He will never love me, Father! It's safer if I never loved him to begin with!”

Ash rather felt as though he had been slapped, and went utterly still.

Did Lance think he would cheat on him?

 

< Child… >

“It would have been better if he had died at Lake of Rage. Then I would have never suffered his betrayal.” Lance closed his eyes. “I will finish my balancing, and then I will take the Sword.”

< Child… >

“No. This is the best way.” Lance stood. “I will be seeing you soon, Father. Thank you.” He walked past Ash's hiding spot, and left. Ash heard the wing beats of a dragon pokemon outside. Lance was probably going back to the Indigo Plateau.

Ash was riveted to the ground, frozen again.

Lance….

Did I hurt you before?

Is that why you won't love me?

But… I didn't mean to hurt you, ever, and what you're saying makes no sense… and now, I don't know what to do…

He cried, but the next morning, could not remember what he was crying for.

 

End Fic

Completed 2/4/07

What can I say? I utterly loathe my Public Speaking class and the textbook, so to learn, I'm writing more themes. Yay. Vocabulary is good for you…

Communication is defined as the process of sending and receiving messages. (The Natural Speaker, 5th Edition by Randy Fujishin)

No, communication does not have to be spoken or written (verbal). It can be nonverbal too! Like hugs. And winks. And yeah…

Ash: EEK!

Lance: *Smirks and molests Red*

Red: I PWN you, Anime version

Ash: *Cries*

Phantomness: *Smirk*

Shoyko: *Also crying* looks like the poor angst muse's vacation is over…