Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Unwanted ❯ Chapter 2

Don't die, plotbunny.

Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon, it belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan comics. This is non-profit fanwork, its mine since I wrote it, and I'm not infringing on their copyright. So don't try to sue.

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

 

Chapter 3: Fly?

 

Candice groaned as she collapsed to the ground. “Ugh…”

It was her second day of training and already her muscles were aching. Maybe she had pushed herself too much.

She pushed herself to her feet and gulped down another bottle of Gatorade. Jigglypuff looked spent, Machop already fainted, and only Sandslash was still on its feet.

“Let's take a break.”

The reply was unanimous.

 

Ash sulked.

“It wasn't that bad.” Lance said.

Ash continued to stare at the ground. “It's all your fault…”

“Oh? Why?”

“You shouldn't have dyed my hair!”

“If I hadn't, _Champion_,” Lance said sarcastically, “They would have found you sooner. And it all washed out, didn't it?”

Ash sighed. “Hai…”

“See?”

“Can you make me chocolate cake tonight to make up for it?”

Lance sweatdropped. “I suppose…”

“YAY!”

 

Lance-chan makes the best chocolate cake in the world! It's sweet and creamy and so chocolaty!
Ash followed him around while Lance mixed the batter and melted the chocolate and butter together over the stove in a saucepan, stirring.

Then, there were the beaten egg whites and sugar added, a touch of flour, and then thirty-five long minutes to wait while the cake baked.

Well, the wait wasn't as long a sit could have been. Ash spent it washing the rest of the blue out of his hair, almost bleached it by accident before Lance yanked the peroxide away from him, freaked out, had to be calmed down with promises, and finally, followed a slightly ticked off Dragon Master back to the kitchen when they ceremoniously set the cake on waxed paper and waited for it to cool while Lance dusted powdered sugar over it.

The cake itself was no disappointment.

It was chewy and yummy and… well, Ash trailed off into a multitude of pleasant thoughts as he cut himself a second slice.

Yay!

 

He knew he was still a child in some areas, and why not? Growing up completely harms people. Keep the inner child alive, all the psychiatrists say, so he was just following orders, right?

Right.

Lance chuckled upon hearing that thought. “What you make of it, I suppose.”

“Keiki is good!”

“I know, I know…”

 

“You know too that she'll never make it.”

“Her decision, not mine.” Lance said, amused that Ash had jumped to a serious topic. Will wonders never cease?

“But still…”

“I think she has enough warning. She'll never dream the dream of calling, and in any case if she fakes it the consequences will hit soon enough.”

“I'd say that was evil of you, but…”

“You don't even _give_ anyone else the chance to try Shadow.” Lance interrupted.

“So? They'll fail either way.”

“It might alleviate the boredom of the guardians?”

Ash waved a hand dismissively. “Well, I guess… but that path is only opened, when I want to open it.”

“I see…”

 

< CHOSEN! >

Lance winced at the tone. < Lugia-san, what is it? >

< The corpses are piling up in Whirl Islands and I hate cleaning house! >

< … >

< I'm not going to eat them! >

< Didn't say a word. >

< Well, can't you do something? >

< Fine, I'll reset the traps, k? >

< Yes! That will work. >

Strange, was that relief? Well, you didn't want too many masters, that caused fighting and squabbling and goodness knows what else.

Death, corruption, greed, oh the list went on and on.

Lance reappeared half an hour later, looking sleepy-eyed but placated. < Done. >

 

Ash had by then consumed the remainder of the chocolate cake.

“Ash, that had eight servings. You ate seven slices. Do I sense some kind of discrepancy?”

“So? It's really yummy cake!”

“I see…”

“Besides, you made it for me!'

“You are not going to be able to eat dinner tonight.”

“Then I'll take my multivitamin pills, I promise!”
“You know, that's really not good for you. I can't imagine an overweight guardian.”

“HEY!”

Lance chuckled, vanishing as Ash grabbed a spoon and attempted to hit him. Ash sulked as the metal appliance bounced off the wall.

Then, it hit a vase.

“… Oops…”

< Ash, that vase was from my dearly departed mother three times past… > Lance warned.

< EEK! >

And so, Ash took off, but in the end Lance caught him and as punishment, made Ash fight the long line of no less than sixty-three trainers standing outside Indigo Plateau waiting to fight the Elite Four. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, but that was enough.

Ash was kept busy for almost a week, and each night he was too tired from summoning to pull any retaliation tricks. So it all worked out for the best.

 

End Chapter

Created 4/20/04, completed 5/1/04