(This is a short continuation of the story about the strange Pokemon trainer Rah and his caring Pokemon Mismagius. Again, I apologize for any possible oddities, mistakes or unclear moments. I used a translator to write this story.)

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Some time ago.

Ghost-type is one of the most unexplored types of Pokémon. Of course, there are still many mysteries and secrets left in the world of Pokemon, but this particular type has gained fame as the strangest and most inexplicable. Since ancient times, representatives of the ghostly species have been feared and revered. People believed that they were a projection of the spiritual world, inaccessible to a living person. Over time, science, of course, developed and the phenomenon of ghost Pokémon began to be studied, disproving in the process many religious statements of the past. However, it was never possible to completely resolve the dispute about the origin and meaning of the existence of these monsters. Because of this, to this day there are rumors and legends in society about evil Pokémon spirits that settle in old houses, ruins or cemeteries and attack anyone who dares to disturb their peace. Of course, not all representatives of the ghost type behaved in such a stereotypical manner, but there really were similar ones.

One of these was Mismagius, who appropriated for herself one old, already quite dilapidated house in the depths of the city park. Random passers-by avoided this place, knowing full well that one should not expect a warm welcome here. Only a few teenagers or not entirely sober people dared to enter this territory. The first ones were either looking for thrills or wanted to prove their courage. The latter, unconscious, simply forgot about whose possessions they were invading. However, no matter how you ended up in this old house, the outcome is always the same - you will experience the wrath of the mistress and either you will run away, saving your own skin, or in the morning you will be found not far from her property, lying unconscious on the sidewalk or grass. No one knew what was happening to the unfortunate people in the house, but they all experienced such fear of this place that even the mere mention of it caused them to panic. This has always been the case, which is why this place was called “Her Domain.”

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19:30.

It was already getting dark outside. The park, which was one of the most visited places during the day, was now empty. Random passers-by occasionally passed under the light of the lanterns, heading towards the exit from the park. Only one figure was in no hurry to leave this place, walking further and further along the path. He was a short, one might even say short, guy, dressed in a completely blue uniform, reminiscent of a sports kimono. His long crimson hair slightly covered his eyes, preventing him from catching his gaze, and his red scarf covered half of his face. Perhaps it was style, or maybe the boy himself did not want to show his face to the world. On his belt were special clasps intended for pokeballs, which suggested his work. A Pokemon trainer is a fairly popular, but at the same time difficult profession. Anyone could become one, but only a few managed to succeed and become famous. And the guy was hardly one of those lucky ones, because now he only had two Pokemon, and they were now at home while he was calmly walking around the park. The boy's name was Rah, and now he was just trying to take a little rest from all the events of the past days. An evening walk in the park, when there were practically no people on the street, was an ideal option for this. However, immersed in his own thoughts, the guy didn’t even notice where he was going, and this could play a cruel joke on him. However, his whole life seemed like a strange anecdote and one more line in it would definitely not be something unusual.

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An old, half-collapsed attic, filled with all sorts of rubbish. Such a landscape is unlikely to please anyone, but Mismagius did not care about such an atmosphere. She calmly levitated near the round window with broken glass, looking around the already heavily overgrown paths that led to her house. No one has come here for a long time. Almost all residents of the city have learned the lesson that they should not meddle in “Her Domain.” Only the stupidest people sometimes risked coming here, but she had not had even such people for a long time. This made Mismagius happy and sad at the same time. She didn't like uninvited guests, that was a fact, but it was a lot of fun scaring stupid people and seeing the full range of their emotions as they ran away. Only this could somehow stir up the cold ghost Pokemon and give her at least some pleasure. This would seem strange to many, but what can you do? This is her nature. Like a real ghost, she was cold and emotionless when she first appeared here. Her existence was boring and very boring until a certain day.

That day, a company of four people came to a not-so-dilapidated abandoned house and had a rather unpleasant gathering. Loud music, swearing, screaming, strange smells and smoke. All this began to irritate Mismagius. Having reached the boiling point, she finally used her powers to drive away the intruders. However, instead of simply throwing them out of the house, Mismagius decided to mock them a little, in retaliation for the fact that they disturbed her peace. In an instant, the old house turned into a chamber of horrors for four troublemakers. They screamed, got angry, cursed, cried, prayed, showing Mismagius such a kaleidoscope of emotions that she had never seen. The strangest thing is that she liked it. The cold, translucent body seemed to become warmer, and a smile appeared on the face for the first time. Vivid human emotions appealed to her, causing an unusual but interesting reaction. Mismagius decided that this was an analogue of the happiness or joy that people usually experience. And she loved experiencing it. However, the ghost Pokémon understood perfectly well that keeping these four forever was a bad idea. They could start looking for them. Moreover, deep in her soul, Mismagius felt that she was not doing quite the right thing. Therefore, the Pokemon let them go, but from that very day she played with everyone who dared to break into the house. This allowed her to brighten up her boring leisure time.

However, recently no one had visited her, so Mismagius was bored again and just looked out the window. There were only trees, grass and barely visible paths around, which no one had walked on for a long time. Having already lost all hope of somehow dissipating, Mismagius once again turned her gaze to one of the paths and did not believe her eyes. Someone was walking along it at such a time. The figure is short and all in blue. He looked like a child lost in the park, but upon closer inspection, Mismagius noticed a belt with pokeballs and realized that this man was most likely a Pokemon trainer. This was not what she wanted, because with such people she had to fight more often than “play”. However, the boy was clearly not in the mood for a fight. He was just walking around with his head slightly down. Perhaps this man did not even look forward, fixing his gaze only on the road under his feet. It seemed strange.

“Maybe he lost a battle or lost his things? Either way, it's a great way to have a little fun."

Absorbed in these thoughts, Mismagius went down to the first floor and began to wait for a new guest. 10 minutes passed, but the front door still did not open.

“Has he already left? What a shame..."

Upset by this development, Mismagius walked through the front door to see where the boy had gone. However, her eyes almost immediately noticed a figure in blue sitting on the dilapidated wooden steps at the threshold.

"What!? He didn't leave? … This is great, of course, but if I scare him right now, he can easily run away. Maybe try to lure him into the house using telepathy? No! We need a more reliable plan... And by the way, it’s nothing. Even though half of the face is hidden, the eyes and nose look quite pleasant and youthful.”

Once again immersed in her thoughts, Mismagius, without realizing it, slowly flew up to the guy and began to examine him.

- Hello. I take it I'm not welcome here?

The boy's sudden question caught Mismagius off guard, breaking her out of her thoughts.

- No... However, I am surprised that at such a late hour someone decided to look at me. I take it you're a Pokemon trainer?

Mismagius spoke politely with a slight hint of worry in her voice. This whole situation was unusual and slightly confused her.

- Sorry for disturbing your peace. I rarely walk here, so I didn’t know that there were ghost Pokemon here. Yes, I am a Pokemon trainer... Name is Rah... If you want, I can leave...

The guy answered, standing up. Mismagius immediately motioned for him to stay where he was.

- No need. I was just wondering... So why were you... Rah... here so late?

Mismagius continued as the guy sat down on the steps again. The Pokemon itself levitated at his side, studying the boy with his eyes.

“Perhaps I can lure him into the house through conversations... However, he seems quite polite and friendly... Unlike the others... It seems to me that deceiving such a simpleton is not entirely right. But I haven’t had fun for a long time... I’ll just try to be a little kinder and more gentle with him during the “Game”. The main thing is not to start.”

Although Mismagius tried to look calm, a slight doubt showed on her face. Perhaps this would have interfered with the Pokemon's plans, but her interlocutor did not look her in the eyes at all. He only occasionally turned his head and slowly examined her entirely.

“You probably won’t believe it, but I came here to take a little break from my Pokemon.” More precisely, from their care.

Rah spoke calmly. There was an air of peace about him. Mismagius was already ready to assume that he was using something, like some of her previous guests, but the guy didn’t smell anything strange. On the contrary, the boy smelled very pleasant and somehow familiar, and his skin was smooth and soft in appearance. It seemed as if he was specially caring for her.

- Problems with training?

There was a slight mockery in Mismagius's words. She didn't have much respect for Pokemon trainers. The idea of friendship between a Pokémon and a human didn't seem strange to her. Not at all. Simply, Mismagius believed that between the captured Pokémon and their trainers there could only be a relationship of subordinate and leader. Explicit or hidden, it was still submission in her eyes.

- Well... You can say it like this...

The guy answered hesitantly, looking away.

“Maybe I was wrong? A trainer who is unable to find a common language with his Pokemon is even worse than just a trainer... Surely, he only looks like a nice guy, but in reality he is a tyrant and a terrible narcissist.”

Snorting, Mismagius also looked away from the boy. Now he seemed damn unpleasant to her. They were both silent for several minutes.

- I don’t know if it’s worth talking about this with a wild Pokemon... But I still want to talk it out... Do you mind listening?

Rah broke the silence. His voice remained calm, but there were notes of uncertainty and slight excitement in it.

- Basically, I still have nothing to do. So, I'm ready to listen to you.

Although the guy became less pleasant to Mismagius, she still wanted to listen to him. All the same, at any moment she can transfer the topic to the necessary tracks that would lead to her home.

- Thank you... I'm certainly not an expert in caring for Pokemon... In fact, I'm more of a beginner... However, is it normal for a Pokemon to treat its trainer like a child? Not even for the purpose of gloating or making fun, but simply because she sees her child in him...

Rah said, stuttering a little. His cheeks turned slightly pink with every word he spoke, but, fortunately, the scarf perfectly hid it from prying eyes.

- Wait... What?

The guy’s words seriously surprised Mismagius, which made her look at him again. His outfit and slightly lowered head made it difficult to understand whether he was serious or just joking. However, for some reason the Pokemon was sure that what was said was true.

“Who would even joke or lie about something like that?”

- Yes... I know it sounds strange... It’s hard for me to believe it myself. However, my Alpha Gardevoir, and after her my Umbreon, began to take care of me like a one-year-old child in their free time from battles...

The guy continued, no longer able to hide the embarrassment in his voice.

- Seriously? And you allow them to do this? How old are you anyway?

All Mismagius' animosity disappeared in the blink of an eye. For the first time in so many years, real interest awoke in her. What’s strange is that this interest was not caused by the desire to make fun of the person, as usual, but by the person himself.

Rah took a couple of breaths to calm his embarrassment and then continued.

- Yes... I let them do it... For an ordinary Pokemon trainer, this would be crazy, but I don't want to upset Gardevoir. She is a very kind, caring and affectionate Pokemon. She truly exudes love and tenderness... I'm afraid that if I don't let her direct them towards herself, then Gardevoir will be overcome by sadness. And I don’t want to hurt her... Besides, this attitude does not harm me in any way physically or mentally, so I can’t find worthy arguments to forbid her to treat me like that... ... And yes, I’m 19 years old.

Having finished his speech, Rah turned his head towards Mismagius. Despite all his embarrassment, what he saw puzzled him. A smile began to appear on the Pokémon's face, and a faint sparkle appeared in its eyes. As if that wasn't enough, Mismagius suddenly started laughing.

- This... This is so funny... I've never heard of a Pokemon trainer who would do this to his own Pokemon... And you, Rah, don't even try to confront her because you're afraid of hurting her feelings... This is so funny...

It was believed in society that the laughter of ghost Pokémon sounds like the howling of a cold wind or the rumble of a thunderstorm. However, this was not the case with Mismagius. Her laughter, even if it was a little creepy, definitely didn’t sound like something scary and menacing. Although, for Rah this did not matter. The very situation, where the wild Pokémon laughed at his situation, made him blush. He looked away again, trying to calm down his terrible embarrassment. Noticing this, Mismagius stopped laughing loudly. But the guy could still clearly hear her muffled giggles.

- I guess you think I'm a weak, worthless trainer who can't even set certain boundaries for my Pokemon... You may be right... But I don't want to do something that will hurt my Pokemon... Even though it's damn hard on my self-esteem , but I want them to be able to freely spend their free time the way they want. At least as long as it doesn't cause any inconvenience to anyone...

Rah began to pause and stammer more and more often. There was no trace of the calm voice left. The guy was completely consumed by his embarrassment and thoughts of his own weakness. However, suddenly a ray of light appeared in this impenetrable abyss when Rah heard the words of Mismagius.

- Actually, quite the opposite.

Her voice didn't sound like it did at the beginning of the conversation. Now there was no hidden interest or hostility in him. Not at all. Now Mismagius looked and sounded much more alive. The cold receded, giving way to familiar fun. However, this was a completely different kind of fun, not comparable to what she experienced when she “played” with uninvited guests.

- Even if it sounds very strange, but you are actually sacrificing your comfort and self-esteem for the sake of the happiness of your own Pokemon. It seems to me that only sufficiently strong and skilled Pokemon trainers are capable of this. Rah, you are, of course, strange, but you are definitely not weak. It's just that Pokémon seem to find you too sweet and simple-minded, like a real child.

“The trainer that Pokémon consider their child. At the same time, the coach himself does not oppose this, he only asks to do this in his free time from battles. I've never heard of this before. Rah is definitely not your average coach. There’s something completely different here.”

Mismagius' words made the guy feel a little better. He turned his head towards her again. There was a wide smile on the Pokémon's face, in which there was not a hint of mockery.

- Thank you for your kind words... Wait!? You mean you think I'm cute too?

Mismagius grinned slyly and looked away slightly.

- Perhaps... Although, it would be much easier for me to answer this question if you took off this scarf.

Without giving Rah time to comprehend her words, Mismagius sharply extended her hand to the red scarf and quickly pulled it off the guy’s face. It was so unexpected that the boy didn’t even have time to object or turn his head away.

- Hey!

Having come to his senses, Rah immediately tried to cover his face, but Mismagius did not allow him to do so. She grabbed his chin with her appendage (palm) and squeezed tightly, but not tightly, depriving the guy of the opportunity to turn away or hide. The Pokemon's eyes began to carefully study the trainer's face. Smooth, soft skin, slightly pointed nose, rather large bright purple eyes. There seemed to be nothing unusual about the boy's face, except that it looked quite young for a man of that age. However, Mismagius continued to examine him.

“He does look quite nice. If I didn’t know his age, I wouldn’t have given him 15 years... So, Gardevoir was attracted by his appearance? Although, it’s unlikely... You can’t get away with one look here. It's probably all about his behavior or something like that..."

Rah began to calm down a little while Mismagius continued to examine his face and draw some conclusions. The blush began to disappear and the body began to relax.

-Are you finished?

The guy's question brought Mismagius back to earth. She let go of his chin and removed her hand, but continued to stare, barely blinking.

- So, Gardevoir takes care of you as your one-year-old child... As I understand it, this care includes everything that mothers usually do with their babies? Feeding, bathing, changing clothes and everything else?

Mismagius's voice now sounded not only cheerful, but also playful. She clearly liked this topic of conversation. True, the guy didn’t understand why. The wild Pokemon would hardly be interested in a conversation about such a thing, unless she was planning something unkind. However, Rah decided to continue the conversation.

- Yes... She does all this to me... Gardevoir dressed me in diapers and baby onesies. She even fed me milk from a baby bottle... In general, for her I am like a baby, only slightly oversized.

Hearing this, Mismagius began to giggle quietly again.

- How did you even fit into these things? No, you, Rah, are of course short. But it seems to me that even all this would not be enough for you.

Mismagius herself didn’t understand why, but the thought of how Rah would look in children’s clothes filled her translucent body with warmth. Perhaps this amused her, and maybe even touched her. She understood one thing for sure: tonight would no longer be boring.

“I really wonder what he would look like in a child’s outfit? Little Pokemon trainer in a diaper and themed onesie. It sounds so unusual, but so funny... Even a little cute... At least, I've never seen anything like this before... Maybe I should try to do the same sometime? I could diversify my program for uninvited guests.”

From these thoughts, Mismagius’s eyes and cunning smile began to shine brightly. Now the Pokemon's head resembled a jack-o-lantern that people lit on Halloween eve to maintain the spooky atmosphere of the holiday. Many would be very puzzled by such an image, but Rah did not pay attention to the changes in Mismagius's face. He guessed that many ghost Pokémon did this when it got too dark outside or when they were interested in something.

- Oh no... Gardevoir manages to get large size children's clothing and accessories from somewhere. So big that I look like a real baby in them...

The guy continued to talk, but Mismagius was no longer listening to him. She was lost in her thoughts again.

“Actually, why should I wait? Why not try it right now? Rah is the perfect candidate for my experimental pastime, because he looks like a child and he is somehow used to being treated this way. Besides, I don’t know when new guests will come to me, and how they will react to this. Surely they will resist and be afraid... I’ve already seen this, so it will be fun, but not interesting. And Rah is unlikely to be able to refuse me. Well, or at least he won’t be able to resist me... So it’s decided! Today I will try on the role of Pokemon-mom! Of course, this is not entirely polite towards Rah, but he himself wandered into my domain without permission.”

Having made a plan for further events, the Pokemon again turned its attention to the boy. Having finished speaking, he rose from the steps and began to stretch and stretch his arms and back. During the entire conversation, he sat in the same position, slightly bent, so it is not surprising that he wanted to shake up his body a little. For Mismagius, this was an additional opportunity to better examine Rah’s physique and make sure his decision was correct.

- Thank you for listening to me. It is very difficult to keep everything to yourself without being able to talk it out to someone. It's very tiring.

The guy said calmly, finishing his little warm-up. Now he really began to look much better than at the beginning of the conversation with Mismagius. The fatigue and misunderstanding disappeared from the eyes, and the lips formed a barely noticeable smile. Even my body movements became a little faster and more lively.

- I guess it's time for me to go. We need to get home before Gardevoir starts to worry... I wish you a good night. There will be time, we’ll see each other again... If you don’t mind, of course...

Rah straightened his scarf and again hid half of his face from prying eyes. The guy was about to wave goodbye and leave, but suddenly his body felt strong resistance. The air around him seemed to thicken, not allowing him to move.

"Telekinesis!?"

The young guy only had time to think when a dark purple body blocked the view of the path. Immediately a sweet, quiet voice rang out in my head.

- Of course I'm against it. And I’m not going to just let go of someone who dared to enter my domain without permission. However, don't worry... -

Something pulled the guy's scarf off and carelessly threw it to the ground, leaving his face exposed. Unable to move his limbs, Rah tried to raise his head. This was not difficult, for, as it turned out, the invisible force enveloped his body only from the neck down. When the guy's eyes looked up, they saw a familiar purple face with brightly glowing eyes and a smiling mouth.

“I’m not going to hurt you and scare you like the other fools who dared to come here.” No... I want to do something completely different with you. And let's just say... Tonight will definitely be special for both me and you, baby Rah. -

After these words, quiet laughter rang out in Rah’s head. Before he had time to gather his thoughts, Mismagius took his body in her arms and quickly flew into the house, closing the door behind her. The sound of a bolt moving rang through the dilapidated house.