Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ 100_Situations: Theme Set #1 ❯ Theme #68: Smile ( Chapter 68 )

I will eventually make this championshipping, I promise… but I need to set up the plot and all *cough*

Title: Death Note (VIII)
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #68, Smile
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: AU, Cross-dressing, incorrect gender pronouns, shoujo-ai

 

“… Well, I thought you said you had a son.” Seiyou said, the next morning.

Sakaki sighed, as he hastily turned his eyes away, not wanting to watch Wataru dress. The iron corset must be painful, but she was a good obedient daughter, and she had endured it without complaint.

“Now you know.” He said. “Can I trust you to keep it a secret from the others?”

“Certainly.” Seiyou felt a bit like a voyeur, but as she watched Wataru dress once more in her dark blue uniform, she had to admit that she did make a handsome boy.

After Wataru had left for school, Seiyou and Sakaki went to the house and checked her computer for possible evidence, but there was no evidence there, though she was a bit leery at the amount of porn sites she ran into by accident. Poor Sakaki was still in shock.

Wataru… what kind of person was she, really?

Was she playing a role, and how well was she playing it? She had certainly fooled many into thinking her the opposite gender, and with a mind like that - could she be Kira? It was possible.

 

You owe me an apple, Wataru.

“You are such a child, Daigo.” Wataru said, but she stopped by a fruit stand on her way to school and bought four apples. Daigo munched happily, deciding not to bring up any unpleasant things. He would just enjoy his apples and make do with his lot in life, and sleep during her classes…

“Are you sure I'm not being followed?”

Yes. Daigo said, through another mouthful. I already flew in a hundred yard radius around you several times. Now let me eat my apples in peace!

Wataru shrugged, and went on with school.

 

Six, than seven more days passed without incident, and God's judgment continued to fall on the guilty. Seiyou frowned. She wanted to believe that Wataru-san was Kira, but they had already seen her receive no news, and so…

She sighed.

Perhaps it was time to up the stakes. Perhaps it was time for a direct confrontation…

 

Wataru glanced sideways at the Shinigami, as she put down her pen, glad that the cameras had finally been removed from her house. “Daigo… there's another Shinigami in the human world, isn't there?”

I would assume so, since you didn't kill them... Daigo said, glancing at her Death Note. There were several notable names missing.

“Odd. But it doesn't seem like this … other Kira … is my opponent.”

Daigo shrugged. If anything, it seems like he's on your side.

“That's very useful.” Lance smirked. “So say you saw another Shinigami in the human world. Would you go up and say hi?”

Too much trouble… and I won't do it for you.

“Always looking out for your own interests.” Wataru smirked. “Well, at least this time, it won't be a problem…”

 

Her pen moved quietly across the paper spilling lines of inky death. Two, three, four weeks in advance, just in case of course. Just in case…

The doorbell rang.

Wataru frowned, before she went downstairs. A cute girl with black hair in pigtails and stunning red eyes stood there, blushing.

“… Hello?”

“Wataru-san!” She hugged him tightly, and he felt a bit of paper touch his skin. “I'm so glad to see you again!”

Her eyes widened slightly as she caught sight of a Shinigami with - dear Lord was that blue hair? Standing behind the girl. “Come on in.”

Hanako smiled. “New girlfriend, Wataru?”

“Can you make us some tea?” Wataru ignored the question, as the girl followed her up to her room.

 

Red flushed slightly as Wataru closed the door behind her. “H-Hi.”

Wataru flashed her friendliest smile at the girl in response, and Red relaxed slightly. Wow, he was cute…

And since she couldn't see his lifespan, she knew he was the other Death Note holder. How odd that they had gone to the same cram school and never met each other! If she hadn't seen his picture in another girl's wallet, she never would have known…

Daigo snickered quietly, taking in the infatuated look on the other's face. Mikuri looked startled.

Daigo? So you're the one who's guarding this human?

Why does that surprise you, Mikuri?

I never figured you'd actually be careless enough to drop the Death Note.

Meh, I was bored up in the Shinigami Realm. I can't say this human is very entertaining though. It's so sad.

You never change, Daigo.

 

“So, can I see your Shinigami now?”

Wataru pondered for a moment, before she decided it wouldn't hurt. She smiled as she slid a piece of paper out of her jacket and held it out to Red.

Red looked at Daigo, surprised. “Wow. I didn't think yours would look like that.”

Oh? Daigo turned to Mikuri with a question. The blue-haired Shinigami looked away, refusing to acknowledge the question or provide an answer. For a Death God, Wataru thought, he looked quite … different, not wearing the multitude of chains and leather Daigo did. In fact, if not for the skeletal wings, he'd seem quite human.

“So why did you come see me?” Wataru asked.

Red smiled. “Because I wanted to.” With that said and done, she grinned before she glomped the surprised student. They fell back onto the bed with Red still attached to Wataru, grinning crazily.

Daigo raised his eyebrows. Well, this was interesting.

Mikuri sighed and glanced up at the ceiling with a put out expression.

Wataru blinked.

 

End Fic

Completed 12/24/06

Lance: O.O
Red: *Huggles Lance*

Phantomness: Before any gets hentai thoughts, let me assure you that this fic. Will. Be. Championshipping! It will NOT be Neochampionshipping, or any other creepy pairings! Sheesh. Defensive writing to keep idiot fangirls away from even the merest HINT of another shipping really makes me pissed!

Lance: *Hugs Phantomness*

Phantomness: *Sniffles, before flaring up* *Picks up scythe and goes off to kill neochampionshippers, as well as people who ship Steven x Red and Wallace x Red*