Gotta Find ’em All: The Things You Do for Love... [Episode 103327]

Despite Yoiko’s attempt at boosting her brother’s confidence, Ryōga was still looking dejected.  Fidgeting, the young girl wondered if what she had to say would change his mood, and if now was the right time.  But she couldn’t afford to stall any longer.

“Hu... Onī-chan... I have something to tell you...” she tentatively started, twiddling her fingers nervously.

“Yeah...” distractedly mumbled Ryōga, still wallowing in his misery.

“It’s not an easy thing to say... please don’t freak out, Onī-chan...”

Finally noticing her turmoil, Ryōga asked more worriedly “What’s the matter, Yoiko?”

“Well... I think I’m going through threshold... in fact I’m positive I’ve already GONE through threshold.”

“WHAT??” barked Ryōga, shaken to the core.  His cute, innocent little sister was becoming a Pokégirl?  No way!  That couldn’t be!

“B-b-b-but... Yoiko-chan... that’s not... I mean... you look exactly the same!”

“Many Pokégirls stay quite human-looking, you know, Onī-chan.”

“But how can you be so sure?  Have you checked with Tōfū-sensei...?”

“And have him report me to the League?  I’m not crazy, Baka-chan!” she answered agitatedly.  Then Yoiko calmed down, and pursued: “But lately I had those... weird urges and feelings.  They were incomprehensible at first... then I’ve checked out the literature about threshold... I don’t think there’s any doubt, Onī-chan.  I could feel my whole body changing.”

“Oh my god... I’m sorry, Yoiko-chan...”

“Don’t be, Onī-chan.  It’s not your fault, and we all knew that it could happen one day....”

“Still... there must be something I can do to help...?”

“Yes, there’s one thing.” whispered Yoiko.  She inched closer from to her brother on her hands and knees.  “You can become my tamer.”

“WHAAAATT??!!”

Ryōga backpedaled frantically over the floor of the kitchen, until his back hit a wall.  He was watching his younger sister with panicked eyes.  “Ta-ta-tamer??  Yoiko, you ain’t serious!  I’m your BROTHER, for Heaven’s sake!”

“So what?” pouted Yoiko, looking a bit miffed at his reaction.  She crawled toward him.  “A threshold girl isn’t considered a part of the family any more, you know.  There’s even people that mourn her passing just as if she’d died....”

“Those are hypocrites!” protested Ryōga.  “I would never do such a thing.  You’ll always be my kid sister!”

“I know that, Onī-chan, and that’s why I love you.”  Yoiko confessed, her large eyes glinting with tears of joy.  You’re the only decent guy around... the only one I can trust.  I need you... to become my master as well as my brother....”

“But Yoiko... we can’t... it-it’s wrong....”

“Why?” she vehemently asked.  “It’s not like you can get me pregnant until I’d become a Pokéwoman!”

“But...”

“Please, Onī-chan, please!” begged Yoiko, her tears this time much more desperate.  “I’m afraid!  Afraid that some jerk tamer would capture me in a Pokéball and take me away from you!  Do you want that?  Do you want me to be tamed by some bastard who would just see me as some property or fuck-toy?  Don’t you love me?”

Ryōga’s eyes narrowed.  She was right.  He would never accept to see Yoiko falling into the hands of some asshole that would order her around and mistreat her.  If the Hibiki boy had wanted to start his Pokéjourney, it certainly wasn’t to resemble the majority of tamers.  Indeed, it was rather to prove to that sorry bunch that he could be better than them, while still treating his Pokégirls fairly.  Especially to that prick Ranma.

“You... you’re right, Yoiko-chan.  I’d never let any harm come to you.  I love you too much for that.  If I have to be your tamer in order to protect you... then so be it.” solemnly said the Lost Boy.

Yoiko burst into tears, and she jumped on her brother’s to clutch him in a tight embrace (that would have crippled a lesser man).  “Oh thankyouthankyouthankthankyouthankyou, Onī-chan, thankyouloveyouloveyouloveyou....”

Ryōga’s blush was now reaching nuclear proportions, but yet he let his little sister hug him.  He just tenderly ran a hand on the back of her head, stroking her black hair.

“I promise, big brother, I’ll be the best Pokégirl you’ll ever have.” huskily whispered the cutely fanged girl, while rubbing amorously against Ryōga’s frame.

“Hu... yeah...” he mumbled, trying to keep his nose from spurting a geyser of blood.  “By the way... just what kind of Pokégirl are you?” he asked, more to distract the both of them from the current touchy-feely moment than out of curiosity.

“Oh... I don’t know for sure...” answered Yoiko, kneeling in front of her brother and whipping her eyes.  “I couldn’t ask anybody to check, it was too risky.  And I didn’t find out just with the clues I had.  But don’t you have a Pokédex, now?”

“Hey, you’re right... I didn’t thought of that.”

Fumbling in his travel bag, Ryōga picked up the brand-new portable scanner/computer he got at Tōfū-sensei’s place; even with his lack of a first Pokégirl he was still a registered tamer.  Reluctantly, the Hibiki son pointed the device toward his sister, who had stood up and was striking a pose.

After a short scan, the Pokédex revealed that Yoiko was...