Hello, readers! I'm back, and here with another fic. This was supposed to go into my one-shot collection, but a little voice in the back of my mind was urging me to post this as a single story. (FUCKIN' SCHITZOFRENIA!). I have also only had enough time to think about the main climax and story instead of working on a proper start, so in the comments, tell me what YOU think may have been a better start. Also I was listening to No Matter What by Papa Roach on repeat the entire time I was writing this. Is that wrong or coincidental? But I digress. ON WITH THE FIC!

The possibility of beating Saffron City's gym was impossible, but Ryan tried anyway. With Kate, his Lucario, as his starter, he felt as if he couldn't possibly lose. As soon as Sabrina's starter came out of its Ultra Ball, Ryan knew he had made a terrible mistake; Slowbro, the water-and-psychic Pokémon. Before Ryan could even instruct an attack, the Slowbro unleashed a maelstrom of mind-destroying psychic energy. And with that, Kate fell over, as if she were dead, her eyes open and in a look of utter shock, like SHE didn't even know what had happened. At a complete loss of words, he rushed to her side where she lay. To Ryan's total relief he found her chest rose and fell at irregular intervals, which meant she was fainted, not dead. Rising to his feet and recalling her, Ryan fired a devilish smirk at Sabrina, yanking out a Master Ball. In a flash of brilliant, vibrant light, the temporary flash parted to reveal a Raikou, ready and willing to destroy whoever it came in contact with. As if having Psychic abilities of its own, the Raikou, which Ryan had named Flash, was already preparing the most devastating of Electric-type attacks; Thunder. A bolt of lightning struck the behemoth Psychic-type dead-on in the chest, leaving it utterly unconscious and unable to fight. The battle raged on in the leader's quarters' for another 10 minutes, and when all was calm, the one left standing was Flash. Admitting defeat, Sabrina gave Ryan the badge to prove he had in fact beaten her. Though Ryan was proud of himself, he had one thing only on his mind; Kate. Running like a madman through Saffron's busy streets, Ryan was adamant to find a Pokémon center. Upon finding one, he burst through the front door, clawing his way through the line to get to the front and resurrect who he considered his best friend and one true confidante. Kate had always been there when he was down and needed someone to talk to. After receiving a Translator, those specific moments became suddenly more intimate, and even more so after her evolution in to the master fighter she was today. After what seemed like an eternity later, Ryan recovered her ball. Taking a second to call her out, Kate appeared without hesitation, though a slight bit disoriented and confused. Thanking the Nurse at the counter, Ryan proceeded to carry on towards home. Even though Ryan had won, he still couldn't help the twinge of guilt and remorse over almost sending Kate to death. Picking up on the abnormal aura emanating from her trainer, Kate couldn't help but ask him. Thanks to the translator his parents gave him before his journey, Ryan understood every word she said.

"Why so glum? We won!" She triumphantly exclaimed.

"True as that may be, I still can't get over the fear I may have lost you during that battle. I mean, sometimes a fighting type can have its mind literally destroyed from a powerful enough Psychic-type attack" Ryan explained.

Kate froze. She had indeed heard of these rumors, but never considered them. Had Ryan really almost had a mental breakdown at the thought of losing her? The thought seemed ludicrous, with her being a Pokémon and all, but could it actually be possible for Ryan to love her the way she had come to love HIM? She had witnesses the same behavior and aura when sending his fire-type into Cerulean's gym. Society would never allow it; they would be ostracized, forbidden to live in Saffron. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind and continued to attempt reading her trainer's emotions. In the midst of anger and regret, Kate could sense a twinge of sorrow, and a feeling of letting go.

Walking the rest of the way home in complete silence, the pair soon came upon the apartment Ryan had rented for their stay in Saffron. Upon arrival, Ryan was instantly tackled to the ground by and inconceivable red flash, which turned out to be Ember, his over excitable Flareon.

"Finally! You two were gone forever!" yipped the little fire-type.

"I told you, Ember. We were just going to challenge the town Gym and zip right back, it wasn't that long." Ryan told her.

"Maybe if you were alone for 2 hours, you'd know what it was like." Ember shot back with puppy eyes.

"So, how did it go?" asked Ember quizzically.

Temporarily changing the subject, Ryan took a quick glance at the clock and realize it was almost 8:00. At 2 to 1, Ryan was outvoted on dinner being Mexican. Leaving Ember and Kate alone to talk about the happenings of the day.

-(-)-

"I don't know, Ember. It's just, every time he challenges a gym, something goes wrong, and he ends up blaming himself. Even though he may not look distraught, it doesn't change the fact I've sensed it in him; a thought that had something to do with letting go or giving up. It was vague, but still there." Leaning back, Kate became so lost in her own thoughts and fears, she almost missed Embers next comment.

"Kate, do you think he may have manic depression?" asked the little fire-type, with a slight cock of her head. Regaining her grasp on reality, Kate unsteadily responded, "I don't know, but whatever it is, we have to do everything in our power to convince him nothing is his fault." Seconds later, Ryan burst through the front door of the small apartment, "Mexican's here! Anybody who doesn't want to starve get to the dining room!" Within seconds, both were at the table and ready to chow down on whatever goodies Ryan was packing. Ember ended up with two tacos, Kate with a burrito and chalupa, and Ryan with a Mexican pan pizza. After devouring the dinner, the three went about their usual nightly activities. Ember passed out on the couch, and Kate silently meditating in the living room floor. Ryan was on his laptop, claiming he had an important Email to write. Kate figured this to be suspicious, considering he had no job. Momentarily glancing out of the corner of her eye, Kate knew for certain she could see Ryan look at her with a look of sorrow and anguish before continuing to tap away at his keyboard. After another fifteen minutes of typing, Ryan went upstairs to his room, which gave Kate the opportunity she was hoping for.

Slowly lifting the lid and imputing the password, what followed solidified Ember's suspicion of manic depression.

"Dear Reader,

This is it. I have ended my miserable life. I just couldn't take this shit anymore. Being trapped in an endless circle of depression and fear for the lives of those I love is just not worth it. After almost losing who I've come to think of as the love of my life today, I made my decision; I had nothing and no one worth living for! The only way to not cause her any more pain is to disappear; end it all. Please, whoever finds this, read it to her, and give her my solemn goodbye. This is my resolution, this is my end. Fraewell.

Ryan Torres"

Kate was reeling in disbelief at what she had just read. Was this really his only option? Had the pain of guilt finally caught up with him? She couldn't take the suspense of waiting until morning. Running up the stairs and breaking down the door with a Mach Punch, a scene of unimaginable horror was right in front of her.

Ryan, sitting on his bed, a Glock put to his temple and a look of shock on his face.

"Goodbye, Kate." With blinding speed Kate never knew, she was across the room and fighting Ryan for possession of the weapon. After a two-minute struggle, Ryan was relinquished of the gun, with Kate trying to release the clip from the handle; but there was none.

"Ryan where's the clip?" wax all Kate could muster. And with a blank expression, void of any emotion, he reached desperately for the pistol.

"I took it out. I was only going to need one in the chamber." Ryan replied in a monotonous voice.

"What did you mean you have nothing and no one worth living for? You have me and Ember. Is that not enough?" spat Kate. Pausing for a second to evaluate the thought, Ryan realized what she meant; Kate and Ember had both been there for him throughout his journey. Throughout everything that happened to the trio, they had both been there. Still, he felt in his heart if he lost one of them, he would lose it all. So he wanted to do the most logical thing; end it all.

"Just show me one thing I have to hope for or look forward to!" he hissed. Before he could utter another word, Ryan could feel the sensation of Kate's lips on his own. He was stunned, he couldn't even think. Despite the thought in the back of his mind the screamed it was wrong, something in his soul told him it was meant to be.

Breaking for air, Kate looked him directly in the eye, and said, "Proof enough for you?"

"Plenty. But, what was that for?"

"You've taken care of me and given me so much, it's about time I give back a little. Plus, I think I love you, Ryan." Kate stated, the last part being barely a whisper. Ryan knew deep in his core, he felt the same way, replying with a passion filled kiss.

"What now?" asked Ryan. Kate thought for a moment and made her decision; if they were to be together, it had to be official. They had to be of one mind and body. Gently guiding Ryan over to the bed, the pair sat down on the edge, and continued kissing. Kate eventually ended up on top of Ryan, and could feel something poking her in the thigh. Kate took one look at Ryan's need-filled eyes and knew what both of them wanted.

Slinking down until she found her prize, she worked at the knob trapped in its cloth prison. After yanking his shorts off, his six-and-a-half inches came into full view. Needing no further invitation, she dragged her tongue up its full length, making him twitch at the newfound pleasure, stopping at the head and focusing on the tip. Without warning, Kate suddenly threw her head down, engulfing his entire member up to the hilt. Every bob of her head sent uncontrollable muscle spasms rocketing through his body, and all Ryan could do was take it and hope he held out long enough. Apparently, Arceus was not on his side that night, and after feeling a tightening in his balls, he looked down in shock as his lover was covered in his sticky jizz. What confused Ryan was the fact she had what he could only describe as a hungry expression; he knew she wanted every last drop. At a complete loss of words, he was hushed by Kate. Now on her back, she spread herself open wide or him to see, all the way down to her engorged clit. Ryan knew he had to repay her, and instinctively, though he was a through and through virgin, went about lapping between her folds.

Kate was in pure bliss as the love of her life was now between her legs, nearly gasping when she glanced down and realized he was stroking himself while eating her! Within minutes he was ready again. Instantly, she found herself pinned against the headboard with Ryan's tip at her cervix and an eager expression on her face. Ryan then buried himself to the hilt and began a rough but steady rhythm. The sound of wet skin on wet fur reverberated through the small room. After what seemed like a blissful eternity, Kate could feel her inner walls clamp down on his meat, denying him any further movement and causing a sudden rush of sweet, salty excretion coating her insides.

In the aftermath, Ryan lay there with his new girlfriend passed out tucked under his arm. He began to think he had more to live for than he knew. Ryan made the decision to stay, since the only one who loved him had finally showed it.

The next morning, Kate stumbled out of the room to find a mischievous-looking Flareon on the doorstep.

"So, anything interesting happen last night?" asked Ember with a sly just blushed and said, "I just wanted to prove he had to stick around a little while longer." Seemingly satisfied with her answer, what Ember said next threw Kate for a loop; "When exactly do I get MY turn?"

OK finally done. Took me four days, but I DID IT! Also, I was getting a recurring thing in the comments of New Bark Middle for t to be more descriptive, so, here it is.