Here's the exciting conclusion to the battle.

I hope that you didn't see it coming.

Jake or Leo?

Who won?

So why the early update?

I'm ahead in my writing. So why not?

National Suicide Hotline:1-800-488-3000

Show no mercy, when you are not going to be shown any yourself.

Of all the sounds, I fear that of Jake's body crashing down into the ground to be the most frightening thing that I could have heard. He could have killed Leo doing something dangerous like that. But Thrash was the only thing that Jake could do in this situation. Thank the Legendaries that it worked, but for Leo…

Jake was out of control. Spining and twisting and crashing into everything. Leo jumped up onto Jake and held on. When the dust settled, both of our Pokémon were now laying on the ground. Only one was still awake.

"No Leo!"

"(I'm fine, Aniki…)," Leo growled, and barked a cough, "(Ow, save for a few bruises.)"

"Leo is still conscious… Jake is unable to battle," Tyrone looked like he was going to hyperventilate, before running onto the field, "Leo, are you alright."

"We won," Karen was trying to recover from her shock, "We won!"

"Leo, I'm so sorry," Tyrone hugged Leo in his arms.

"(I'll be fine… I'm just a little worn out is all.)"

"Is he going to be…," Karen stooped down beside Tyrone, "Okay?"

"He'll be fine.," Tyrone growled, "No thanks to you."

"Look, Karen did her best and Leo did better than even I thought he would," I said in Karen's defense, "If it's anyone's fault it's mine."

"(Did I just… lose?)," Jake moaned as he woke up, "(Sorry Eddie.)"

"It'll be okay, Jake. Return," I Returned Jake to his Pokéball and reached inside my bag for a Super Potion, "Here. This should help."

"We don't need your help," Karen snapped at me.

"Look, I really don't like fighting," I snapped back at her, "But you two wouldn't be satisfied until I did. So now that the fighting's done, let me help anyway that I can."

"I hate to break this to you but…," Karen snapped, "You're the one who challenged me!"

"Did you have to say it like that," Tyrone wrenched at Karen's outburst.

"Well, I still can't let you two keep that Gate," I scolded, "It's dangerous."

"What Gate," Karen shrieked, "I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"Well, I guess someone like you wouldn't know that it's called," I sighed, "It's a medal about this big. Has a huge red jewel in the middle."

"Okay, I may be rich, but I don't have anything like that. Sounds like something an old maid would wear."

"You don't…," I gasped, "But Tyrone said…"

"I didn't say squat to you," Tyrone snapped, "You made that mistake all on your own."

"Then who has it," I snapped.

"Hm, seems like my amnesia is coming back to me."

"Quit faking it," I yelled, but Tyrone just shrugged his shoulders and smiled as if he really didn't know.

"Well, however bad my memory seem to be," Tyrone said as he Returned Leo, "I believe that you owe us something."

"Fine…," I conceded defeat, I reached inside my jacket's hidden pocket.

"So now get out of our lives forever," Karen pointed.

"Oh, that's right…," I kind of laughed, "that was the deal."

"But when you think about it, that's not really a suitable punishment," Tyrone pushed Karen's arm down and grinned.

"What are you suggesting," I was getting scared.

I thought that giving them my Gate would be the worse that could happen.
I was wrong of course, but still… I didn't expect this from these people…

"So this is where you used to live?"

"(Yeah…)," I sighed, everything looked the same. Well, for me that is. You personally don't even know what it looked like in the first place. If you want an accurate description of what my suburban home looked like, you'd have to watch old 'Leave It to Bedoof' reruns. Then throw in some modern renovations, some tecnicolor and it's home sweet home. Well, it was home sweet home. Now it's just a house that I used to live in.

"Well, now that you see it do you want to go back to Ms. Kay's?"

"(Not yet. Can we go inside?)"

"Why would you want to do that?"

"(No reason. Just need to check on something.)," I said, "(Something personal.)"

"I doubt your mother's going to scold you for any dirty magazines that you're hiding under your bed."

"(What kind of person do you think I was!)"

"I'm kidding," Brandy laughed, "besides it's breaking and entering."

"(It's not illegal to go inside my own house.)"

"But it's not your house anymore. It's still illegal."

"(For you, but not for me.)," I pointed out, "(That human law doesn't apply to 'wild' Pokémon like me.)"

"Sneaky…," Brandy laughed a little harder, "are you sure you haven't done this before?"

"(Just grab the spare key from mom's Shaymin Chia'Poké statue.)"

"I'll take that as a yes then," he got the key and opened the door for me, "course you realize, I can't legally follow you in there."

"(Not even if I invite you inside?)"

"No, I like having a clean slate."

"(Just come inside! It's not like my mother's going to press charges.)"

"You really want whatever it is you're after, don't you?"

"(Why bother asking!)," I yelled running inside, "(My room's this wa-eeh, huh?)"

"What happened in here," Brandy almost yelled, "It looks like a Wild Pokémon already got in here."

"(I don't get it… Mom'd never leave the house looking like this.)," I couldn't believe my eyes, "(She barely lets me keep my room how I like it.)"

"Something must have happened."

"(There's nothing that we can do about that now. My room's upstairs.)," I ran up the stairs.

"Hey, wait a minute," Brandy tried to catch me, but I was already up the stars before he had a chance to do anything. My bedroom door was already wide open. It didn't look like mom ever bothered to close it. My room was exactly how I left it, I think… Messy, but at the same time, it was almost like a completely different person had been living in my room for a week or so.

"So this was your room?"

"(I think so…)"

"Now what's so important that you needed me to break the law for?"

"(Oh, um, just in case I needed another door to be opened.)," I said, hopping onto my old bed, "(everything feels so different.)"

"I wouldn't doubt it," he said walking over to my desk, "are these yours?"

"(I hope so… that is my desk.)"

"My God, who knew you had such a sick mind," Brandy showed me one of the pictures.

"(Gah, what the hell are those!)," I shrieked at what I saw, "(I take back what I said. Those are NOT mine!)"

"Isn't this your signature," Brandy pointed to the scribbles near the bottom.

"(I wouldn't know. Mew took away my ability to read, remember?)"

"Is that so," he watched me nod, then got back to looking at my desk. While he was distracted with that, I flipped over my pillow. Nothing was under it. There was barely an indentation from where something blunt had scratched the covers up. But otherwise, the item I was looking for wasn't there.

"(Damn… I must have put it on the day I died. Which means that it's still with my body.)"

"Hey, what's this," Brandy picked up one of my papers.

"(Hey, don't read that!)"

"You must have really been out of your mind to write these," he read one despite my opposition…

"Get up, get out, give up the fight.
Work all day. Rest a night.
Submit yourself to be a drone.
Oh well, at least, you wont be alone.
Our freedom rests within our borders.
Our freedom comes from taking orders.
Go home to sleep. Now power down.
You're safe, but wear eternal frown."

"(I said don't read those!)"

"Don't get your feathers ruffled over nothing," Brandy smiled, "This reminds me of Principal Bisha."

"(It should. That's who I based it off of. But it's still a work in process.)," I shrugged, watching Brandy go through some more of my papers, "(why are you still looking through my stuff!)"

"I want to read another one."

"(Well, don't go through my junk.)"

"Junk? Some of these poems are good. Scary and depressing, but good."

"(Well, I don't think so… I don't keep my good poems out in the open.)"

"What's this," Brandy found another one, "I'm scared. I can't think straight. I can't explain it. If someone is reading this… hm…"

"(What are you reading?)," I asked, but he ignored me, "(Brandy, tell me what you're reading.)"

"It's nothing," Brandy crumbled up the paper and slipped it into his pocket.

"(I can tell you're lying.)"

"Sigh, I think that it's your suicide note."

"(I wrote a note?)"

"Well, it sounds more like a confession to your depression," Brandy took it out again, "It goes on and on about, um, well, your problems."

"(I vaguely remember doing that. Why were you trying to hide if from me?)"

"So you can tell when I'm lying right?"

"(Not 'lying', per say, but I can tell when you're giving me Tauros. Now answer the question.)"

"It says that… you thought… someone's trying to kill you."

"(Does it say who I thought it was?)"

"Well, there's only one name that keeps popping up," Brandy just shook his head, "but it sounds more like an imaginary monster. After all, Youko pops up in you poems here too."

"(What did you say?)"

"See, this is why I didn't want to tell you," Brandy dropped the papers back on to my desk, "I didn't want to bring up some bad memories."

"(No, Terry called me Youko too.)," I jumped to my feet, "(That has to be it.)"

"Has to be it? What are you talking about?"

"(Look, I can't explain it all right now.)," I hopped off the bed, "(Is there anything else about Youko?)"

"I don't see anything else," Brandy said as he shifted through the papers again, "Wait a minute… Why am I following your orders? I'm the adult here."

"(Um, because I'm a helpless little Torchic, you're a nice guy, and I can say, "please".)"

"Well, then answer me, why you wanted to come here?"

"(I told you… for personal reasons.)"

"Okay, even a Slowpoke with a mental defect can tell that you're hiding something from me."

"(Even Slowpoke have things that they'd rather not say.)"

"Well, you don't seem like the type that has any embarrassing secrets."

"(It's not embarrassing. It's just personal… so just leave it at that.)," I sighed, double checking under the bed.

"Touchy…"

I looked everywhere it could have fallen, if I had left it in here. It wasn't anywhere under there. The only thing that was under there was my book.

"(It's not here anyways…)," I sighed pushing my book out from under my bed.

"What's that?"

"(If you must read my poems, at least read the good ones.)"

Brandy packed my collection of poems and a few other papers into his backpack. He lifted his backpack up with a grunt. He smiled signaling that he was good to go. That's when the house phone started ringing. It made the two of us jump and knock our heads on the ceiling. We crept quickly down the stairs and back to the back door. We barely reached the living room again when the machine picked up.

"~Hello you've reach the Lawrence residence we can't come to the phone right now so *static**beep*~ Hello, this is Nurse Joy from the Pokémon Center. You're not going to believe this, but… we've found a Pokémon that's registered under Mr. Jonathan Lawrence. I can't give you all the details over the machine so…"

"Hello, this is John."

End

I hope that you've all enjoyed the ending to that battle.

Youko shows his ugly name again.

Who is Youko?

Who answered the phone?

How many of these questions can you guess right?

I count at least one…

But since I'm not Omnipotent then I can't tell what you all think.

Review so that I will know and possibly improve.