[Lance]

When I had first come out of my pokéball I saw odd brown eyes that reminded me of Ash and rewoke the familiar ach that resided within me, making me recall that I had managed to kill of the owner of those brown eyes.

As I drowned in those eyes as I saw them slowly bleed to red and shift towards someone else. With the spell that the mesmerizing orbs had on me broken I looked to see who owned them. A dark purpley-blue dragon who's wings faded into black fur was revealed to me. He was beautiful.

I absently listened into the conversation and admired the way the creature's muscles rippled as he first threw his head back and shot flame. Then leaping once a few feet and using the momentum to shove off the ground with powerful shove of his legs and a downbeat of his wings.

I continued to watch as the amazing creature flew off, Well go after him you idiot! I snapped my head around to see a cattish creature glaring at me large eyes narrowed almost to slits.

-What?- Was all I could say.

Were you listening at all?

My mind slowly thought back to what had been said and my eyes grew progressively

wider. Suddenly I was flung up into the air by an unseen force, Now go after him! Don't just lay there gawking! I looked widely down at the purple psyche cat who still had a arm outstretched.

I looked to where I could still see a dark purple dot in the rising sun and shot after it.

[Mewtwo]

I watched in satisfaction as the red dragon followed Satoshi, this was an unforeseen twist that I gladly embraced. Right now Sato would be angry and saddened at this little twist of betrayal, or at least what he thought was betrayal. I may have foresight but that doesn't meant that I can know everything, that Lance had turned into a dragon himself had been completely unknown to me until a minuet ago, I suppose that's part of what makes life so interesting.

I saw Lance's pokéball laying innocuously by the water and crushed the thing, I never liked those mechanical monstrosities, like little holding cells until the enslaved pokémon were released to do as their masters commanded.

I turned towards the humans, my absolute hatred of the species springing up instantly but was almost as quickly suppressed. The rejected one, Gary, sat dazed and staring at the ground. The other one, Samuel, stared at me in awe.

I sighed and began erasing their memories of what transpired.

[Satoshi]

I howled my rage at the sky and beat my wings at a frantic pace, the muscles in my wings and shoulders working but not able to go at the punishing pace I wanted. I couldn't cry, oh, how I wanted and yearned to cry. But no matter how much I tried no tears would spring to my eyes and stream into my fur.

I furiously pumped energy into my wings, keeping my limbs tucked next to my body to be more aerodynamic. I looked at the rising sun and screamed furiously at it, trying to draw the power of the rays into myself so that I could go faster. My wing beats grew wider and I surged upwards. My anger at the world, Gary, my inability to cry and at my self translating into my furious agility as I flew up, up towards the sun, the stars and the coldness of space.

I flew until my wings had to beat twice as hard to stay in the air, the air thinned to a point were I gasped weakly at the frigid air that stabbed daggers into my lungs with every inhalation.

I flapped weakly at the air, my lungs slowing down and my limbs becoming sluggish as there was no energy left in them. I looked down at the earth, all swirling greens, browns and blues, the living colors. I pointed myself downwards towards the vast blueness of the sea and fell, gaining heat and warmth as I fell at a tremendous velocity.

When I hit the water I didn't stop, even though the impact was like a thousand sledgehammers, each trying to destroy me. My speed slowed slightly but didn't prevent me from hurtling to the valleys that lay deep underground, where the water was heavy enough to kill. And still I swam down, down to the undersea vents, down past the point where any sane creature would go, still I went on.

Down, down, into the black deep, I sensed to ground near and snapped out my wings, the water trying to crush me under it's immense weight. Nothing lived down here, nothing could, it felt exactly like my mind, something no one could bare, not even myself.

There wasn't even sand down here, the weight of the water pounded it down into rocks, like the world that crushed each person's dreams, one by one.

I savagely growled and shoved off the ground, hardly able to go up for the weight of the water as it tried to pound my down like my dreams. My strained and abused muscles could hardly stand the pressure of the water but still I continued up, up, up my breath strained in my lungs as I tried to breath but found I couldn't. My muscles screamed and protested, demanding air that I couldn't give.

I moved easier and easier up through the water but slowed down, my body becoming unresponsive under my mind's sluggish commands. I finally broke through the surface and gasped the air.

I blacked out as I felt a red creature wrap it's body around my own.

My mind woke before my body did, the logical side of my mind finally came into play. Why had I been so upset at what Gary had said? He was right enough that I would want for him to move on, so why had I reacted so violently?

A little voice in the back of my head sniggered and pointed out, you know why. It was about Lance.

I tried to shake my head furiously but couldn't, I was after all still unconscious. Was the voice right? Did I really care what Gary thought about Lance?

Why had I reacted so angrily when I found out that he was dead? I thought back to by feeling I had any time I was around the dragon master, I didn't even feel that when I slept with Gary.

But none of the companionship, friendship or, yes my love of the red haired man mattered anymore because he died. I growled deeply at that before noticing that my body had reacted, meaning that I was waking up.

I opened my eyes to see moss green eyes peering worriedly back at me. I recognized those eyes. But how could they be his? I broke eye contact to see who it was that had rescued me. It was that same dragonair that the professor had gotten today, if it was still today that is.

It slowly moved forward and lightly nuzzled my cheek, -are you alright?- It murmured.

I didn't respond, my mind whirled and my cheek tingled where the other dragon had touched me, that voice, those eyes, it was exactly like Lance, only it couldn't be. Yes, the little voice in my head said, and wouldn't you say that it's impossible to become a dragon?

-Ash?- The other's voice query worriedly.

Lance? Asked brokenly back.

The dragon nodded slightly and I rushed forward, seizing the dragonair around the neck and nuzzled his face. I licked his face with my tongue, trying to capture his scent and forever imprint it in my mind. -I love you,- I whispered fiercely, not caring if he threw me off in disgust.

Lance didn't move for a moment but then relaxed and wrapped his long sinuous body around mine, -I love you and I'm not going to lose you this time.-

Dragons can't cry, but this time I didn't need to.