There seems to be something wrong with these Pokémon

On a quiet night, a large ship slowly moved forward on the sea.

Several agate jellyfish, with red light flashing from their eyes as translucent as gems on their heads, circled around the ship, embellishing the hull as if they were sailing in the Milky Way.

The air in the early morning is always a little chilly. Except for a few gentlemen and ladies who are not sleepy and are willing to stay on the deck and enjoy a drink in the breeze, most of the passengers return to the cabin to rest.

In the dim and silent room, a pair of eyes were open, without any sign of sleepiness.

Shuo Gu Ye turned his body slightly, not used to the feeling of someone else's breath next to his ear.

The hot breath hit the sensitive ears, causing a slight burning sensation.

The moonlight coming in from the window shone on those eyes that were as bright as sapphires. He concentrated, slightly tilting his head to look at the sleeping face of the young man beside him.

His thick black short hair blew in the sea breeze from the window, revealing his smooth and full forehead, slightly pursed thin lips, eyelids that bulged from time to time under his slender eyelashes, and tightly furrowed brows. The thin quilt that covered his chest before going to bed had already slipped to his waist, and his loose clothes were draped loosely on his body, simply outlining the boy's lean and strong body curves.

Shuo Gu Ye stared at him in a daze, until his fingertips were about to touch the boy's eyebrows, he suddenly woke up and slowly fell to the pillow.

His hair was shorter, he was thinner, and...

Even deep sleep could not smooth out his brows, his entire body curled up in an arch, and he would occasionally mutter...

These are the conditions that only occur in extremely insecure people, not to mention the arms that are tightly around the waist, and one can feel the tension even through a layer of quilt.

Shuoya Ye had no intention of prying into other people's secrets, but he was really curious and worried about what the boy had experienced in just one month, which made him appear to be smart and confident even though he was a little idiot in life, instead of being fragile and insecure like he is now.

Originally, they were supposed to go back to their own rooms after a brief chat on the deck, but Lingyou suddenly asked to stay a little longer, and then somehow they ended up going into the house together and now sleeping in the same bed.

Perhaps it was the almost pleading tone and look in the boy's eyes when Shuoya Ye was about to leave that softened his heart and made him compromise in the end.

"What on earth have you been through, Lingyou..."

After a few moments of hesitation, the left hand that had fallen on the pillow was raised again, and without any hesitation, it gently stroked the eyebrows, until the eyebrows were no longer frowned.

The boy's sigh was as thin as a veil.

----

The dark and cold underground base that was hollowed out by humans hides an unknown evil.

Here in the base, no one can feel the passage of time or the alternation of day and night, there is only endless research and experiments.

Here, accompanied by the screams of Pokémon or humans, a play begins quietly.

With the help of the man, Kitazawa Lingyou successfully sneaked into Cole's research base and transformed himself into a person named "Curacao". He suffered from insomnia again. He lay on his back on the bed lifelessly with empty eyes. His brain, which had been overloaded for a long time, could not stop working and rest.

Death and blood are commonplace here.

Cole had seen all these things several times when he was twelve or thirteen years old, but they could no longer stir up the slightest ripple in his almost numb sympathy.

Here, every word and every action he takes is like walking on the edge of a knife.

For Kitazawa Reiyuu, in this [recording studio] filled with cameras and sights, he cannot show even the slightest slackness. He must always play the role of other people's impression of [Curacao], learn his words and deeds, imitate his way of doing things, and copy everything about him as much as possible, including his [habits] that are criticized by others.

Treat yourself completely as [Curacao], and become him completely in the eyes of others.

For ordinary researchers, although busy experiments often make them feel overwhelmed, in this small island where there is no concept of time, once they finish a report, at least all the time before the next experiment begins is at their own disposal.

The rich resources provided by the Rocket Team on the entire island can be used for their own benefit. They can relax themselves without restraint, sink, become numb, fall asleep, and then wake up again and devote themselves to work.

But for Kitazawa Reiyuu, every minute and every second on this island does not truly belong to him, and there is no time for him to relax.

Therefore, he had to keep the string that had already been stretched to the extreme taut, and like walking on a tightrope, he had to warn himself of any habits that were not in line with what Curacao should have.

Kitazawa Reiyuu knew that when it came to playing the role of a human, he would never be as comfortable as a man.

This man can always put on a mask easily and transform himself into a person who may have been a stranger to him a few seconds ago at any time and place. He can become that person like a fish in water and gain the trust of that person's original social circle easily without any burden.

But for Kitazawa Reiyuu, this was a long and endless torment.

When he had a rare moment of free time after being away from his busy work, the memories of the past few days kept echoing in his mind like a documentary. He examined his every word and action. Even the slightest expression or the unintentional glance from others was enough to make him nervous and unable to sleep for a long time.

He was familiar with Cole, and conversely, Cole was also familiar with him.

In addition, Cole was already suspicious of the two people who suddenly joined the BM plan.

Kitazawa Reisuke had no doubt that even if he accidentally revealed a little bit of signs of being "Kitazawa Reisuke", Cole would be able to quickly capture and analyze them, causing his actions to be exposed and all his efforts to fail.

Countless times in the dead silent room, he wished he had someone to talk to.

The man who traveled with him was like a stranger, one in the light, the other in the dark, and they could not intertwine.

Therefore, every time he raised his eyes, all he saw before him was a lifeless, cold report.

The cries of Pokémon, the wailing of humans, Cole's temptation...

The guilt and repression of powerlessness were like a pair of huge hands tearing at his sanity.

This script was drawn up by him and the man together, and only in this way could Cole's plan be destroyed.

But sometimes it still feels long, lonely, and painful.

----

The boy who was haunted by nightmares frowned again, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

But what was different from before was that a warm hand gently fell on his tense back, again and again.

Only when the boy's breathing became long again did Shuoya Ye withdraw his hand. Just as he was about to step back a distance, he was pulled back by the arms tied tightly around his waist.

After a long stalemate, Shuogu Ye was the first to raise the white flag, turned his back, and slowly fell asleep.

The pendant on her chest glowed faintly again, and the Pokémon egg carefully placed beside her pillow also glowed.

Red and white intertwined.

----

In the dream, the familiar blue color appeared again.

This time he reached out his hand familiarly and stroked its forehead.

It no longer had the irritability and ferocity it had a week ago. It lay quietly on the boy's knees, closing its eyes and feeling the polluted energy contained in its spiritual body gradually being purified.

"Latios..." the boy in the dream asked, "When can I remember you in reality?"