A debt to be paid

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Next few chapters are Ghetsis growing to function again, this is here for plot.

Two months in
          Emmet woke up at 5:30 AM.  He sat up on Ingo's bed. 
Ghetsis had arrived two months ago.  He was calm, in an empty kind of way.  Unnerved Emmet especially as even when he was being hit in the head he was unapologetic.
Emmet stood up and walked over to his room, he was staying there as it locked from both sides and wasn't Ingo's room.  Ingo's room needed to be pristine in case he came back.  Emmet walked into his room where Ghetsis was sleeping in bed.  He looked peaceful.  Pale skin that was silky soft, mint green hair that at times looked like a halo with how the light sometimes hit him.  His facial features even with the burn scar was beautiful.  Strong nose, sharp cat-like eyes, rosy cheeks and a resting subtle smile.  Emmet could see how Ghetsis was such a successful cult leader.  Well at least looks wise, personality wise he had no clue.
Emmet rested his hand on the sleeping man's shoulders.  For a second there was silent peace.  Then Emmet began to shake Ghetsis.  Ghetsis quickly woke up and Emmet helped him sit up.  Helping him was a vast majority of the job.  His mental and physical facilities were shot— but he was improving every day.  Motor skills and basic comfort skills were returning.  He still had the motor skills of a newborn however.
Emmet helped Ghetsis up off the bed and walked him to the bathroom.  Today was a day that Emmet had off.  So it would be focused on rebuilding the muscle Ghetsis lost while in the coma.  Once Ghetsis was in the bathroom a process Ghetsis luckily remembered how to do within two weeks on his own.  Emmet walked back to his room to get changed.  A graphic tee, white shorts and his checkered slip ons.  It took about three minutes to change.  Once he was changed he walked back to the bathroom.  The faucet was running and once it was turned off Emmet opened the door where Ghetsis was waiting.  Ghetsis left the bathroom and followed Emmet.
Next stop the kitchen.  Chandelure, Galvantula and Haxorus were already in the kitchen.  So was Durant, Emmet missed Durant as they were underneath the pantry.  Emmet grunted as he picked up the bag of pokefood.  It was a fairly fresh fifty five pound bag.  Soon enough Emmet began to fill the food bowls.  Ghetsis watched blankly as a few more Pokémon came into the room.  Chandelure on the other hand was messing with the pots and pans.
Somehow Ingo taught Chandelure how to cook.  Emmet didn't question it, part of the truce.  Besides Emmet wasn't sure if he'd of made it without Chandelure's cooking.  Not that it was particularly good, Emmet was just the type of chef who could fuck up one minute rice.  Ghetsis sat down as Emmet grabbed the oatmeal.  Based on the jar of brown sugar being down Emmet knew Chandelure had already sweetened it.  Emmet put one bowl of oatmeal in front of Ghetsis. Emmet placed the other where he ate. He sat next to Ghetsis and began to slowly spoon feed him.  He closed his eyes as Emmet fed him.  It was rhythmic a pattern which Emmet liked.
Eventually they were done and Emmet cleaned Ghetsis's face.  Emmet then turned to his own plate and ate.  Ghetsis watched.  Emmet had learned not to care.  Once he was done he grabbed his dish and Ghetsis' and placed them into the sink.  He put in some dish soap and wet the sponge which he unfortunately noticed was past needing replacement.  Gagging lightly Emmet finished the dishes tossed the sponge into the trash.  He had a spare in the pantry.
He turned around and saw Ghetsis had gotten up on his own.  Emmet's smile became a touch more genuine then less so.  He hoped that as Ghetsis progressed he wouldn't start fighting him or attempting to hurt the Pokémon.  But there was progress.
Emmet walked over to Ghetsis and walked alongside him out of the kitchen, down the hall.  And finally into the private gym.  As battle facility heads he and Ingo now just Emmet made quite a bit.  And since it was a physically demanding job they had invested in a private gym.  It was small just a few machines but it did.

Five months in
Emmet yawned waking up and turned off the alarm.  Of course it was 5:30 AM.  He sat up making Ingo's bed.  Ingo's room needed dusting soon.  Although Ingo was the more messy twin, solely due to dressing primarily in black he still thrived in a clean environment.  Chandelure phased through the wall towards the kitchen. 
Today was Saturday so French toast sticks would be for breakfast, leftovers from yesterday's dinner for lunch and a pizza for dinner.
Emmet then walked out of Ingo's room towards his own and opening the door Emmet was met with a pair of ruby red eyes.  Ghetsis was awake.
Seeing Emmet Ghetsis got up and followed Emmet to the bathroom.  He was closer to a Probopass's noselet these days.  Wondering a bit but always following Emmet.
Once Ghetsis was in the bathroom Emmet grabbed himself today's casual clothes.  A league picnic T-shirt in light gray(They didn't have white), white cargo shorts and his white tennis shoes.  He changed quickly and ultimately grabbed a train themed bracelet he and Ingo got once during a trip to Hoenn.  They had been shocked to find anything train themed in such a boat heavy region between bouts of sea sickness; they vowed to never return.  He tied up the outfit with his conductor hat. 
By then Ghetsis was done and Emmet met him in the kitchen.  He sat down upon seeing Emmet as Emmet grabbed two plates putting one at his seat, one at Ghetsis's.
He patted Chandelure on the head.  Then he picked up the bag of food now significantly lighter than it had been.  He began to whistle as he filled the food bowls and the Pokémon slowly trailed in.
Chandelure's bowl was filled first.  He added some chucks of spicy soul wax, a treat Emmet found she heavily favored.  He made sure she got it every other day.  He knew that once Ingo was back she'd manage to get a few every day.  He had a real soft spot for the ghost.  Emmet chuckled before going back to eat.
Ghetsis was eating on his own and was already half way done.  Emmet quickly fetched him a glass of ice water as he refused room temperature water and cleaned his face.  Ghetsis squirmed but ultimately didn't protest much.
Emmet couldn't help but imagine that this was what raising a toddler was like.  Following him around, needing his face cleaned and what not.  It made Emmet a bit happy he had never settled.  At least Ghetsis was improving significantly faster than a child would be with marketably less temper tantrums.
Once Emmet was done he grabbed his plate and Ghetsis's.  Ghetsis slowly got up and walked towards the gym stealing a glance at Haxorus.
Ghetsis quickly settled on his favorite machine; a stationary bike.  Emmet followed shortly into the gym and started up the bike for Ghetsis who took on a brisk pace.
The X-Transciver then went off which Emmet picked up.  Smiling Emmet answered.
"Subway boss Emmet at your service.  Who is this?"
"It's N."  The very familiar voice answered.
"Oh are you asking about Ghetsis?"  Emmet could practically see N nodding.
"Yes... how is he doing?  I over heard Alder saying that he was improving."  Emmet smiled.
"You know eaves dropping is verrrry bad."
"Ack!  Sorry I didn't realize!"  Bingo.  Emmet smiled pleased that he had flustered N.
"It's fine.  You can know, he was the man who raised you."  Emmet and N fell silent.
"He's currently on the stationary bike.  He's getting better by the day.  He's improving and learning the routine I have set up for him."
"Thank you.  Goodbye for now Emmet, I probably won't call again.  Hilbert and I decided that the less information I have the better."
"Hilbert is verrry smart.  Ghetsis may currently be incapacitated but he will still be dangerous soon."
"Thank you again Emmet."
Click.