The Man With The Golden Lucario

by TyashiExMachina

A fifteen year old boy finds himself in the middle of a firefight when he discovers a shiny Lucario inside a body bag. To what lengths will he protect it, and what outcome will he choose? Rated M for possible coarse language and references. Also, romantic scenes are almost certain. (Current Chapter : (X) : The Part With The Lemon)

10. Chapter X : That Part With The Lemon

"Andre's gone." I murmured. "You were a great man, and you died without fear. What does that make of me?"

Contemplating my life in the safety of my room over the course of a few days, I decided the best thing to do was to move on instead of lamenting over his death. That's what André would've wanted me to do. Letting out Myu, Amy and Kayla, they immediately greeted me with sorrow in their eyes.

"We know how you feel." Kayla spoke. "We understand, but you need to move on."

For the first time this whole trip, Amy also spoke up.

"I never really got to know André as well as you, Aurora." Amy said while continuing to install her PokéCom. "But the one thing I know is that he was good, son, real good. Maybe even the best."

Hearing these words of wisdom helped me ditch the past and continue on.

"Next stop, Pastoria City!"

However, as I went to leave, a paw tugged on my shirt.

"What's wrong, Myu?" I asked.

"Well..." she started. "We've come to the conclusion that, because André isn't here, we've got nobody to love us..."

Knowing exactly what she was talking about and where this conversation was going, I immediately crafted my perfectly made retort.

"Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope." I spoke. "I'm sorry, but if I do such a thing, I would be arrested and locked up for sure."

"Alright..." Myu said sadly. "If you say so..."

I also knew that she was trying to wind me back in, but she was right.

"Fine..." I murmured as I motioned for her to come closer.

Alright, I'll just stop you here. Due to the fact that I've never really... You know... SEEN a lemon before, I'll just keep this here until I can muster up the brain cells and/or courage to write one. For now, we'll just skip a bit to the end of the scene (which also happens to be the end of the story). Sorry, folks. No-can-do. (Also, I apologise for the lack of words, I've done a few calculations, and I've decided that the lemon itself will take up 99% of the story, so... Yeah. Sorry.)

-TyashiExMachina, author of The Man With The Golden Lucario.

Collapsing due to exhaustion (and most likely a pleasure overload), I decided to just fall asleep, knowing that there wasn't really that much to do. The others also followed suit in a hilarious feat of slamming into the ground and immediately passing out.