Ghosts ahoy!

Title: Phantoms
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #31, Haunting
Rating: G
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, Het

Red can’t stop the voice. She’s not sure where it’s coming from, but it fills her ears with a sad, sweet sound. It’s not like she’d want to stop it anyhow, it’s beautiful, and she’s sure it can only belong to the Angel of Music.

It makes her feel a bit odd; since she’s the only person who hears it, but it’s so gentle she can’t conceive of it being harmful. It sings to her every night as she combs her hair in front of her vanity mirror before going to bed.

Sometimes, she wishes she could meet the Angel, but at other times, she feels foolish. Of course she wouldn’t be able to see him. After all, he must be some majestic creature, and she’s read enough fairytales to know the fate of those who see heavenly beings. They die or go blind…

She really doesn’t wish for either of those things.

But as she listens to him sing, she wonders if she’s falling in love with him, and it frightens her. She’s never seen him. Moreover, to love a voice…

That doesn’t stop her cheeks from tinting pink every time she hears the singing, and the sweet dreams she dreams at night.

Lance smirks as he walks through the deserted corridors of the opera at night, the bone-white mask on his face the only sign of light, the rest of his body swathed in dark black evening gear. He blends into the shadows quite well, and as he stalks, he sings….

He can pitch his voice quite well, and so Red is the only soul who hears him. After all, he can be silent if he wishes, just like a real ghost…

She is a very beautiful child, innocent despite her years, and her voice – it has the potential to be brilliant. If only she had more confidence…

But one cannot have anything, and so, he’ll start slow. Perhaps someday, he’ll actually speak to her, but until she is accustomed to his presence, it is safer to move slowly. It would not do to frighten her away before he got to know her, after all.

He’ll watch, and wait, and protect her, and perhaps one day, he’ll touch her and kiss her and love her. Such thoughts are illusions now, still… maybe one day…

He can hope.

End Fic

Completed 9/12/06

Yeah, I love POTO. Phantom of the Opera rules, and by that, I mean the book by Leroux, the book by Susan Kay, and the Broadway musical sung by the original cast with Michael Crawford, NOT the movie. Eew! I hate the Phantom movie!