I'm not a Trainer

XXII: His decision (Mature)

NARRATOR

Graced by the joy of each other's presence, everybody in the house feels delighted. The silent night becomes rowdy as the chaotic team stains the previous dark mood with a ray of their joy. There's something about seeing his team back that makes the Trainer feels restless. He's full of energy. It's just a surreal feeling. Never had he thought before that his mind would finally be empty, or at least most of them are.

His worry is a mere dilution of the potent remnant it once was. It's not easy to cure, but it is possible, and only time can guide him there. Or at least, theoretically.

Someone else has another plan in mind.

After meeting up with Mewtwo, who he thought he should be concerned about, he quickly falls asleep, feeling his fatigue catching up to him after sustaining a lot of difficulties and stress. It feels great for him. He has been sleeping with such anxiety that it makes his sleep doesn't feel like a good night's rest. For today, it's a delight.

He finds himself lying on his bed as he wakes up, seeing complete darkness. Something had woken him up. He looks around, only to see nothing as his eyes are shrouded by night. Though his eyes are blind, his body is screaming at him. Something feels unusually different.

Despite just waking up, his body feels fresh. There are no signs of his muscle getting sore, his eyelids heavy, or his mind undazed. Yet he wonders, what calls him to wake up in the middle of the night?

Just after then, he notices that his left cheek is hit by warm air, followed by a huff. He glances beside him to see he's not alone on his bed. Then, his eyes finally adjusted to the dark, making him not entirely blind by the lack of light. He can make out a silhouette of the shadowy figure beside him, and he starts to examine that the figure has a long slender body and a head with a top attached with a long feather. White feathers all across the body, two pairs of talons as its feet, two wings almost the same length as his whole body, and a hoodie made from grass and leaf.

'Decidueye?' He backs away instinctually until he reaches the edges of the bed.

His shock increases his voice and thus wakes the Decidueye from her sleep. She opens her eyes lazily, and her sets of predator gaze immediately adapt to the dark. She pushes half of her body upwards, tilting her head to see her Trainer's face full of anxiety.

'(Trainer?...)' Her origin language becomes clearer to Trainer. He finds it easier to understand them day by day.

'Uh... Why are you in my bed Decidueye?'

Sweats form on his forehead and drip down to his cheeks. He tries to wipe them off, but then he notices that he doesn't feel any friction from his shirt when he wipes it. Then he realizes it's far too cold than how the room typically feels like. He first looks at his hand, following through his arm to his naked shoulder until he sees below his chest where his skin is visible.

He isn't wearing anything.

He thinks, "Why am I naked?" adrenaline rushes through his veins when he sees Decidueye mere centimetres away. His heart begins to thump louder. He gulps in anticipation that something is about to happen.

'.........'

She grows silent. The one answer she has in her mind is too straightforward for her liking, but it would definitely answer the Trainer's immediate question. But she knew she had gone too far to return if she had already snuck up on the Trainer's bed without his knowledge. Right now is the perfect time for it.

Decidueye ignores his call and slowly approaches him until she reaches one of her wings on his face. He recoils back but stops when he realizes he's on the edge of his bed. One more push, and he could've dropped on the floor. He can't risk waking anybody up if he falls.