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Ice Ceiling	By : khfun159 Category: Pokemon > General Views: 10509 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thanks for all the nice ratings and the couple of reviews. I started writing this basically at random (Have never read a Pokémon fanfic before other than “LOVE IN THE FOREST,” which was hilarious if you can track it down). This story should end up a fair bit shorter than my Chrono Trigger story was.

“I can't stay,” Lorelei thought, curled tightly in the boy's arms from behind. She had always subtly hated Lance, but never suspected he would do such a thing. Red had conked out for the night with her on the living room couch, dreaming about who knows what. Considering that his arms had conveniently slipped over her chest in the night, she had a pretty good idea. Nonetheless, Lorelei hadn't worked up the courage to reveal what had happened. No reason to get other people involved, she told herself.

She remembered kissing the boy. After the violation, it had felt so natural, so right. “He's just a child,” she whispered to nobody. Although the Pokémon Journey had a tendency to make kids grow up a little bit faster, Lorelei knew that at least mentally Red was many years behind her. Beginning a relationship after a traumatic event also struck her as a terrible plan.

Although Lorelei never got any sleep that night, she managed to get up from bed like normal in the morning, preparing some french toast for her guest before he had the opportunity to preempt her. Too many racing thoughts flooded her mind for her to rest. Red joined her at the table shortly after the aroma roused him awake.

“Lorelei...”

“Eat before it gets cold, please,” she said. It killed her not to confide in him, but she couldn't help smiling as the trainer hastily stuffed breakfast in his mouth, taking her order a bit too seriously.

Red wiped his face off with the back of his hand. “Okay, I get it. We'll talk about something else.” Good, he had gotten the hint. “I'm ready to train any time! I'm confident we'll get farther today.”

“About that.” Lorelei frowned. “I think we need to cut out the training.”

Red slammed his hands on the table. “What?”

“I'm sorry. I felt bad and thought I'd give you some pointers, but it's against League regulations.” The truth, but it felt like a lie saying it. “You'll have to train on your own time from now on.” Lorelei took the plates and brought them to the sink.

“No! I feel like we had something, Lorelei,” Red said, a mixture of anger and disappointment in his tone. “These past few days have been incredible for me, and I know you feel the same.”

“This isn't about the training, is it?” Lorelei asked, narrowing her eyes and half tempted to squirt him with the faucet.

The expression on his face said it all. “Well, see, uh...”

“Last night was a mistake,” she said firmly. Only a kiss or three, but that was probably too much. “However, I wouldn't want to just throw you out to the wolves. You can stay here for a while, but I need to focus on work.” Quitting work, she added silently. In the back of her throat, Lorelei could still feel a numb pain.

“Argh, you really are an Ice Queen, you know that? Just forget it! I'll see you again in the arena.” He stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. Staring at the vibrating plates, Lorelei hiccuped, stifling her emotion as usual.

For the next three days, Lorelei failed to defeat every challenger that arrived at Indigo Plateau. None of them made it past Agatha, but she knew that her reputation as the gatekeeper of the Elite Four banked on her winning matches. “If I suck bad enough at this, he'll be forced to fire me soon.” Approaching the dragon master directly seemed out of the question. Lorelei debated running away, but didn't want to abandon her apartment in case Red decided to return. With the young trainer gone, she had been left alone with nothing but nightmares featuring Lance and his Dragonair assaulting her in various ways, and she had no way to contact him.

After a hard day of failures, she wandered home like a zombie and grabbed a box of ice cream from the fridge. Might as well have something pleasant. As soon as Lorelei had prepared a bowl of vanilla coated in fudge and Oreos, a loud knock on the door made her jump.

“Red?” She beamed, opening the door, and immediately wished she had looked through the window first.

“Good evening, Ice Princess,” Lance said, holding the door open as she attempted to slam it.

“You fucking bastard, get away from me!” She screamed.

He grabbed her cheeks forcefully in one gloved hand. “Expecting someone else? Not important, anyway, I'm just here to talk.” She glared daggers at him. “Unless you'd like to do more.” He flashed a dirty grin at his colleague.

“Talk, then go,” she ordered him through her clenched teeth.

“I know your game, Lorelei,” he said calmly. “You're afraid of the big, bad tamer and want to find reasons for me to let you go. Let me assure you, I have every intention of doing so once we collect a suitable replacement.”

“Even your teammates are just objects to you,” she spat.

“Don't speak out of line, Lorelei,” he warned her. “Have you forgotten the lesson I taught you? I'd gladly teach you again.”

She started to sweat, unsure of why she couldn't face him. “I should get Jynx to help me,” she thought, but the fear had paralyzed her as effectively as a Thunder Wave.

“Give up your stupid game. If you're leaving my League, it's because another trainer earned your position.” He smiled. “You will only get away when I choose to let you, Lorelei.” To her complete and utter disgust, he leaned in to kiss her, but just before their lips met, something whammed in to the back of Lance's head, and he fell flat on his back.

“Oh?” Lorelei darted her eyes around, searching for her savior. When she saw Red in his pokéball throwing pose, standing ten feet behind her assailant, her heart started skipping beats out to pure elation. “Red! You came back!”

“Who's this asshole?” he asked, enraged. Red peered down at the man, and gasped in recognition as Lance sat up and rubbed the knot on the back of his head. “Did I just bean Dragon Master Lance in the back of the head?”

“Yes, you unbelievable fool,” Lance roared, standing up and pulling out a pokéball of his own. “And now, we duel!” Lorelei had never seen Lance lose control. He almost looked like he'd broken out in flames.

“Shit, there's no way I can win,” Red said aloud by mistake. “Well, not much choice.”

“Dragonite, destroy him!” Lance ordered, sending out the beastly orange dragon. It bellowed at Red, intimidating the young trainer.

“What do I have that can beat one of those?” Unsure, he threw out Golduck, who gazed at the opponent in disbelief, wondering if Red had a death wish.

“Golduck, use Ice Beam!” Red called.

“Not so fast, punk!” Lance roared. “Dragonite, Thunder Punch!” The dragon proved too agile for Golduck and knocked it to critical condition, paralyzing it to add insult to injury.

“Oh no...” Red watched hopelessly as Dragonite repeated the attack, knocking Golduck out brutally.

One after another, Red sent out his pokémon to take on the beast. Kangaskhan got in a hit, but fell after Dragonite performed a Dragon Dance and Outrage combination. The rest of his team fell one after another, effortlessly slain by the furious master.

Red groaned and sank to his knees as he recalled Magneton, who had fallen to an Earthquake attack. Lance marched over to the kid and grinned at him. Red looked up to admit defeat, but instead Lance kicked the trainer hard upside his face with dragon skin boots. He had never felt anything more painful in his life, and crumpled to the ground.

“Now we're even, boy.” Lance chuckled. “And if you planned on challenging me in the League with that pathetic team, I'd say you're light years away.”

“Hey, idiot!” Lance turned around to see Lorelei grasping a pokéball in her left hand, a look of intense confidence etched across her face. “Light years measure distance, not time. I'll duel you right now, and whoever loses leaves the League.”

“Actively defying me, now?” Lance sighed. “I suppose you win, then. I'll allow you your wish.” Lorelei couldn't believe it. “Since you clearly want to escape from my clutches, I submit. You are no longer a member of the Elite Four. Blue will make a fine doormat for the time being.” He was giving in rather than defending his title! Lance waved at the bewildered woman. “Ta-ta. You know, it'll be nice sitting at the top of the chain for a bit,” he mused. With that, he departed in to the night and Lorelei ran to Red, who lay bloodied on the ground.

“Ugh...” he moaned.

“It's all right,” she said gently, examining the bruises. He would probably be okay, but would definitely feel some pain for a few days. “I'll put some ice on it, it's what I do best.”

“Lorelei.” Red coughed, gazing in to her eyes. “We can't let him get away with this anymore. We have to put an end to it.”

“Quiet,” she said, helping the boy to his feet. She walked him in to the apartment and helped him to her bed. “Forget about Lance, and forget the League for now.”

“But how—” He hissed in pain as she applied an ice pack to the wound.

“Baby. Haven't you ever been injured?”

“Sorry, I'm just embarrassed. I must have looked like an idiot out there, challenging one of the most famous trainers in the world to a street duel.”

She smirked. “I thought it was pretty sexy. My hero!”

“Hey, hey,” he said, wincing at the pain again.

“What made you come back?”

“I was going to apologize. After I ran off, I realized it was really childish of me to think you should put some dumb kid before your job.” He coughed over a laugh. “It just took a few days for that to get through my thick head.”

She slapped him lightly. “Cut it out, Red. You're not dumb, and you'll never get anything in life if you don't look out for number one a little. Look at me! I was the lowest of the Four, and now I'm a nobody again."

“But what about that jack-ass, Lance? All he cares about is himself.”

Lorelei sighed, then slowly lay down next to Red.

“What did he do to you, Lorelei?” Red whispered, placing a hand on hers.

“Red how old are you?”

“I just turned 18, but what's that have to do with anything?”

“Well,” she said morosely, “You're probably old enough to understand then.”

His expression darkened. “I'll kill him.”

Lorelei shook her head. “I appreciate it, Red, but there's no need to go that far. I already have a plan.”

“But how do you expect me to lie around here, knowing what that bastard has done to you?” he yelled.

“I expect you to do everything I tell you to,” Lorelei snapped. She climbed on top of Red and straddled him.

“W-What?” He could see right down her low-cut blouse, and totally forgot about Lance for a second.

“Since I'm out of a job, I'm your full-time teacher starting right now.” Red couldn't believe his luck, and stared at the gorgeous woman attentively.

"We're hitting Lance where it hurts him the most.” Lorelei removed her glasses and placed them on the bedside table. “But first, I want to teach my little hero a few special tricks. Consider it a reward.”
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