Daifuku, Ralts, and a Little Sister in Name

"Om nom."

A little cutie wearing a pink bow soaked her tiny feet in the stream, kicking up splashes as she took big bites of the Daifuku in her hands.

"Om nom."

She cupped her cheeks blissfully, then tilted her head to look at her reflection in the water.

Red eyes, a white body, and green hair that covered her forehead and eyes.

"Ralts."

Dian nodded. Great. Just great. Perfect.

"Mis."

Misdreavus nodded too, but she was looking at the Daifuku in the other Pokémon's hands. It looked delicious, especially with how happily that Ralts was eating it.

Dian glanced at the black Barrier surrounding him and nodded.

If Misdreavus hadn't blocked off their emotional fluctuations, this Ralts would probably have used Teleport to escape long ago.

Catching a Psychic-type Pokémon could be summed up in one word: hard.

Catching a Psychic-type Pokémon that knew Teleport was harder still.

Catching a perceptive Pokémon that also knew Teleport... well, ascending to heaven would be easier.

Carefully,

cautiously,

slowly,

Dian eased his hand toward his waist and took out a Poké Ball.

"Ral..."

Ralts swallowed the Daifuku in her hands in one gulp, then held her cheeks in utter bliss.

"Uh..."

Dian slowly lowered his hand. Well, this Ralts seemed to be living a pretty happy life.

Just then.

"Go! Poké Ball!"

A red-and-white Poké Ball flew straight toward Ralts.

"Fuck."

Dian cursed under his breath. Why had he gotten so sentimental? There went his chance.

He wasn't worried that Ralts would actually be caught like this.

He had only taken out his Poké Ball to give Misdreavus cover.

Sure enough, just as he had predicted, Ralts vanished on the spot. Whoever had thrown that ball was clearly a rookie, or an idiot.

"Huh? Why?"

A girl with twin ponytails and a