Pokémon: Breeding Simulator [47]

[Age 1: Latias has discovered a new way to play with you: as a pillow.]

[That's right. Thanks to Latias' relentless persistence, you have officially been promoted to "pillow status" and often find yourself nearly suffocated in your sleep.]

[At the same time, with your growing awareness, you frequently notice a sweet scent lingering around Latias.]

[You don't know what it is, but your instincts tell you it's not the scent of flowers—it's something uniquely hers.]

[That same year, you gradually grew closer to the Pokémon on the island, as both sides found each other fascinating.]

[You often played with the Abra on the island, and thanks to that, you quickly awakened your own psychic abilities.]

[Latias was overjoyed when she found out.]

"Latí~"

In the clearing, Latias watched excitedly as Elias's tiny hands glowed faintly.

She had heard that a very small number of humans could use psychic powers like Pokémon, but she never imagined the one she picked up would be one of them.

A strange sense of accomplishment welled up inside her.

Smirking, she glanced at Latios, who was staring in shock, eyes wide.

Clearly, even her brother hadn't expected their pet to have such talent.

Feeling even more pleased with herself, Latias scooped Elias off the ground and rubbed her cheek against his.

From now on, training psychic abilities would be a part of their daily routine.

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[Latias' fondness for you grew even stronger after your psychic awakening, and training became a daily activity.]

[Unfortunately, due to your young age, progress remained slow.]

[Before you knew it, the year was drawing to a close.]

By October, the weather had turned cold.

That night, the chilly wind made Elias shiver involuntarily.

"Latí~"

Noticing this, Latias instinctively pulled him into her embrace, using her warm body and soft feathers to shield him from the cold.

Looking at the tiny creature curled up in her arms, her expression dimmed.

It wouldn't be long now.

She would have to give up the little pet she had raised for two years.

Throughout the past year, she had begged her brother more than once to let her keep him just a little longer, but Latios had refused every time.

He wouldn't allow a human—someone who could expose their existence—to stay.

As much as she resented it, Latias understood that it wasn't his fault.

If anything, his caution was because of her.

Unlike a healthy member of their species, she was born with a body that constantly emitted a unique scent.

Under normal circumstances, it was just a subtle, honey-like fragrance.

But to human tracking devices and certain Pokémon with keen senses, it was a beacon—a dead giveaway to her presence.

Because of this, she and Latios had been forced to flee from poachers for most of their lives.

It wasn't until they found this remote, isolated island that they could finally stop running.

Latias sighed, her head drooping slightly.

I want to live in human society.

I want to keep my pet.

But… there are too many bad people in this world.

As a Legendary Pokémon, she was a prime target.

"Sorry," she whispered, holding Elias closer. "We might have to be apart for a while."

He was still too young to understand her words, but he could sense that she wasn't happy.

Driven by instinct, Elias unconsciously channeled a sliver of his psychic power into her.

Latias froze.

Until now, Elias had never been able to control his psychic abilities on his own. This was a huge breakthrough.

Realizing that her training might finally be paying off, her gloomy mood lifted slightly.

As a response, she sent a small pulse of psychic energy back into him, this time carrying her emotions along with it.

Psychic energy was an incredible thing—it could serve as a bridge, allowing feelings to be shared across species.

At this moment, she was using it to convey her happiness to him.

What she didn't expect, however, was for Elias to send something back.

The emotion was vague, childlike, and simple—but curious, Latias tried to decipher it.

The instant she understood its meaning, her pale face flushed deep red, heat rushing to her cheeks.

Even in the cold October night, she felt unbearably warm.

There were only two words in his psychic message:

"Mama."

For the first time in her life, Latias had been called that.

And the one who said it was the "pet" she had raised so carefully for the past year.

"You—you—you—what nonsense are you saying?!"

"I'm supposed to be your owner, got it?! Owner!"

Flustered, Latias stammered out her reprimand, her gaze darting everywhere but at him.

Yet, despite her embarrassment, she couldn't ignore the odd warmth blooming inside her.

It felt as if something hot had struck the softest part of her heart.

She hesitated for a long moment, then, after making sure her brother wasn't around, she tentatively nuzzled her face against Elias's again.

"...Can you say it one more time?" she asked through telepathy.

Elias, however, simply blinked at her with big, innocent eyes, as if he hadn't understood the request.

Latias pouted, biting her lower lip in frustration.

"Just once more… please…?"

Beneath the starry sky, Latias began her relentless pleading.

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[Your unconscious emotions left Latias feeling deeply satisfied, but you never responded to her later requests.]

[Though slightly dejected, she quietly set herself a new goal—to hear you call her 'Mama' again.]

[And the next morning, Latias made a surprising request to Latios.]

"You said what?"

Latios stared at his sister, eyes wide in disbelief.

"I said… I want to be a mom!"

Latias' face burned red, but she still repeated herself, firm and unwavering.

Latios' expression instantly darkened, his face twisting with rage.

"Tell me who it was!" he demanded.

He was going to tear them apart.

How had someone managed to get past him?!

There was no way he had let some filthy scum get close to his sister!

"Th-There's no one!" Latias averted her gaze, clearly flustered.

To Latios, however, this only made her look even guiltier.

"That bastard used you and ran, huh?!"

Latios' fury boiled over.

He didn't care who the culprit was—human, Pokémon, even Lugia himself—he was going to end them.

Just as his rage was about to explode, Latias quietly lifted Elias into her arms.

"I want to be his mama!" she declared.

Steam practically billowed off her burning cheeks.

Latios: …?