Apollo climbed onto Paul's bed. He put his knees outside of Paul's, and his hands on either side of Paul's face. Paul locked his arms around Apollo's neck, then pulled him down so he was crushing Paul. That was when the kissing started. At first, it was slow, but it soon became heated and passionate. Paul was the happiest he had ever been in his life.
When they were done, Apollo asked through ragged breaths, "How old are you, eighteen?"
"Actually, I'm twelve. I'm tall for my age." Paul ignored Apollo's pale face and continued. "Part of the reason I wanted to die was that I couldn't handle being gay. But now I can. And although I'm not quite glad you save me, I'm very happy to be with you." He leaned in for another kiss.
In the middle of their make out session, Nurse Joy came in to check on Paul. "Off the bed, Apollo," she commanded sternly, "Now."
After Paul's check-up, Apollo said from the chair beside Paul's bed, "I'm sorry, Paul, but it won't work out between us."
"WHAT? ! Why not? !" Paul was infuriated. Was he being dumped? !
"Well, for starters I'm twenty-two and American. I'll go back home in a week."
"So? ! Long-distance relationship!"
"But that won't work! You just like me for my kisses!"
"…Whatever."
"And don't try to kill yourself again! Find a guy you like for more than just his kisses, and you'll be happy."
"…Whatever." But Paul's eyes were sparkling as Apollo left. He was ready to start a whole new life.
The End
A/N: Yay, realistic ending!
I'm typing this final chapter over a year after I wrote it. How lazy can you get?
Anyway, I probably won't be doing another Phoenix Wright/Pokémon crossover story, seeing as how there is, like, NO demand for it! At all!