Title: Depressed
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokmon
Theme: #25, Depressed
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, angst
Lance was quite surprised to find Red huddled underneath his covers. It was nearly 2 P.M. and they had a meeting to attend. What was Red thinking? The Champion usually took his duties very seriously, though he complained as did they all about the workload and unfair expectations placed on the shoulders of Kantos Elite Four.
Red, come on. Its time to go.
I dont want to. Reds voice was muffled.
Lance frowned. Red, were going to be late if we dont hurry.
A pair of crimson eyes red-rimmed, peered out. Red sniffled. I dont care!
Red
Lance, I dont want to go! Dont you remember what today is?
Today January the seventeenth oh Lugia. He understood now why Red was so reluctant to move.
Two years ago, Pikachu had died today.
Now he understood. No wonder Red was too depressed to move. All right. Ill take notes for you.
Red snuggled his head into his lovers chest. Im glad you understand me, even if no one else does.
Shh. Lance placed a chaste kiss on Reds lips, and went off to make excuses. The other Elite nodded. President Goodman looked peeved, but even Elite Four and Champion were human and could get sick, so he thought nothing of it.
After the meeting, Lance returned to Reds room, and there, he let Red cry as much as he wanted, and be a child for once.
End Fic
Completed 10/15/06
Yeah, almost fluff.
Pikachu: Im dead?
Phantomness: Well, someone had to die
Red: *Hugs Lance*
Lance: ^^