Take My Hand – An Elitefourshipping (Lorelei x Lance) fic.
Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Pokemon.
A/N: This was a request from Yoru Ryu. Not my best writing, I'll tell you that, but I still hope you like it.
Chapter 1
Lorelei ran a delicate fingernail through a strand of red hair covering her face, tucking it behind her ear as her nail reached the strand's end. She was never so depressed in her life, over a reason that she'd never cry over before.
Was she alone?
The sound of the clock ticking along with her rough, heavy breathing clashed and collided with her ears as her eyes fell upon the bright of her laptop screen. She was oblivious to the sound of her phone ringing loudly from across the room, almost as oblivious as she was to her own feelings.
Wait. Feelings?
"Well, of course," the answering machine cackled its way through the room. "You must be out doing your grocery shopping right now… Don't forget to call when you get back…"
Lorelei sighed. Agatha. She still remembered the old fellow's crooked, old voice; the voice that would always remind her to mind your manners, mind your manners. Ever since the Elite Four's breakdown which caused an eruption of disappointment with the residents of Kanto, Lorelei had kept in touch with Agatha, deciding that she was the only person she could openly talk to. It was only her who could read her as openly as a book, who Lorelei could share her feelings that have always been locked up inside.
Feelings?
There goes that word again.
Lorelei hated to admit that she had these kinds of things hidden away from the rest of her kind, let alone the rest of the Elite Four, the only friends she had ever managed to make. But these things – "Mixed feelings," Agatha called them – were directed to one of her kind, one of the Elite Four. She loved to hear his name, his profession, everything about this man – Lance.
It was no wonder. Ever since the Elite Four broke down, Lorelei had yearned to be close to Lance, who moved to Blackthorn City in Johto to help his cousin Clair further her training. It was very unlikely of him, but it was his choice; and Lorelei's choice to be close to him. Lorelei was now living in a home on a piece of land her late aunt had passed on to her, a home near enough to feel that Lance was there; by her side.
Her inner self reminded, bothered and teased her with these feelings of affection so much, she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to touch Lance; talk with him, laugh with him, feel him by her side. She regretted that she didn't get to see him the day he took off for Johto, and that she decided to feign sickness and skip the drama for that day. A life swarmed with sorrow and regrets has always been under her thumb, and she was always too tired to crush it.
Lorelei had completely fallen in love with this man called Lance, a man who was once beside her, openly communicating with her; nothing in their way. But now was the total opposite – Does he even remember me? Thought Lorelei – Their communication was anything but open, massive lands, perils and mountains in the way.
Although she had been nagged about these things a few times and that it would never work if she were that far from Lance, the considerate woman had leveled her difficulties as fine. She was many distances away from Lance, but even with that in the way, she felt like he was right beside her. She was satisfied; she was happy, and as far as anyone was concerned, she was fine. Fine all by herself, her aunt's ghost watching over her.
The funny thing was that this was all in the past.
What happened to the optimistic, brave Lorelei she once knew?
Chapter 1 end
I... I'm not a very good writer, so I could use some feedback and tips. Thanks. C: