Mr. Natsume's smile faded, his expression turning serious. "Now, about the problem with the Midori Family."
Shinku groaned softly, running a hand through his hair. "You don't know how complicated that name becomes when one of your kids is also named Midori. But yes, the arrangement with the Midori Family of Celadon City — I'd already agreed to it a few days before Father dropped this one on me."
Erza let out a long, tired sigh, swirling the ice in her glass. "Their daughter's around the same age as Sabrina, if I recall correctly. But… she's more normal."
Mrs. Natsume raised an eyebrow. "Normal? From the Midori family?"
Erza smirked. "Well, normal by comparison. She doesn't read minds, doesn't float spoons, and doesn't glare at people until they spill state secrets."
A few chuckles went around the table, though Shinku's sigh lingered. "Normal or not, the Midoris are ambitious. They want an alliance through marriage — just like the Natsumes. Only difference is they see it as a business merger, not a family bond."
Mr. Natsume leaned back, folding his hands. "And your father accepted that?"
Shinku glanced at Crimson. His tone flattened. "No. I accepted it. I thought their daughter Erika would be a good match for my son — she's bright, respectful, and grounded. But then…"
Crimson chuckled, knowing exactly what his son was about to say. "But, unknown to him, I was contacting your family, Mr. Natsume, with our own arrangements."
The air froze for a second.
Erza groaned. "You set up two engagement discussions at once?"
Shinku gave his father a side glare. "Apparently, yes. Without telling me."
Crimson grinned unrepentantly. "In my defense, the Natsumes are far more reliable partners than the Midoris. The last thing I want is my grandson being used as a business pawn by a family that thinks perfume sales are politics."
Mrs. Natsume nearly choked on her drink, covering a laugh with her napkin. "Perfume politics— oh Arceus, that's so accurate."
Mr. Natsume nodded with a hum of agreement. "Erika Midori… her mother tried to negotiate with my wife once. I left the room before psychic feedback shattered the tea set."
Erza set down her glass with a sigh. "So now we have two families claiming a future with Ethan involved — one political, one psychic. Wonderful. I can already hear the League gossiping about 'the boy with two fiancées before puberty.'"
Shinku groaned louder. "Oh for the love of Ho-Oh…"
Crimson only shrugged, taking a leisurely sip. "Relax. He'll grow into it. Our bloodline always does."
Mrs. Natsume smiled slyly. "Besides, Sabrina already knows she has competition. I felt the psychic pulse the moment Erika's name was mentioned."
A faint psychic ripple rolled through the air again — a warning note.
Sabrina's mental voice brushed all their minds:
I heard that.
Shinku froze. "...She's eavesdropping again, isn't she?"
Erza pinched the bridge of her nose. "She's been eavesdropping since breakfast."
Mr. Natsume sighed. "And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why 'normal' is a luxury in this family."
Kids' Room, Moments Later
Ethan sat cross-legged on the tatami floor, staring blankly at the wall as Violet flipped through a research binder on her lap. Outa sat nearby, brushing Kitsu's hair while humming softly.
"So," Violet began dryly, not looking up, "you managed to get us on the Natsume family's psychic radar and the Midori family's marriage contract in the same day."
Ethan blinked slowly. "...What does that mean?"
Outa giggled, patting his shoulder. "It means, sweetie, that one of them wants you to marry their daughter someday."
Ethan froze.
The Noibat on his head tilted its tiny head in confusion.
His voice cracked. "M-M-Marry!? Like— like an actual marriage marriage?!"
Violet didn't even look up from her notes. "Yes. You know— vows, rings, families merging, political advantages. The usual League nonsense."
Ethan's eye twitched as memories from his past life flashed — the older Sabrina standing stoically in Saffron Gym, her gaze cold enough to turn stone into dust.
He remembered challenging her for the Marsh Badge.
And losing.
A lot.
He buried his face in his hands. "Arceus help me, she was twenty-four when I fought her… and now she's eight."
Outa blinked. "What are you mumbling?"
Ethan started mumbling faster, counting on his fingers that nobody understood.
"Okay, if I got reborn in 1981 and she was twenty-four when I was eleven, that means— no, wait— that means she should be thirteen, not eight! So— so either the timeline's screwed, or— Arceus sent me too far back!"
Kitsu snorted with laughter. "You broke his brain again."
Violet finally shut her binder. "Good. Maybe now he'll stop chasing wild theories about Dragon energy and focus on his reading assignments."
But before she could continue, the air shimmered.
Sabrina appeared in front of them without a sound, her expression still emotionless but her crimson eyes glowing faintly.
Ethan jumped. "Do you mind?! You can't just— just teleport into people's rooms!"
Sabrina tilted her head slightly. "You're strange. Your aura… it's like mine, but older. And— something else."
Her gaze sharpened, eyes flickering with psychic light. "Draconic. Like a dragon sleeping inside you."
Ethan flinched, instinctively clenching his hand. "...You can feel that?"
"Of course," she said simply. "It hums under your skin."
Outa stood protectively between them. "Sabrina, dear, please don't scan your fiancé with psychic waves. He's already overwhelmed."
Sabrina blinked once. "Fiancé?"
Ethan's brain lagged. "Wait— hold up, what now?"
Violet muttered under her breath, "Oh, Arceus, Father actually told her…"
Sabrina's lips curved— not a smile, but something close. "Then it's settled."
She turned toward Ethan, the faintest flicker of mischief crossing her face.
"I'll be watching you… future husband."
And with that, she teleported away, leaving behind a dumbstruck silence.
Outa stifled a laugh behind her hand. "She's adorable."
Violet pinched the bridge of her nose. "She's terrifying."
Kitsu fell over laughing. "Ethan's engaged to the creepy spoon girl!"
Ethan just slumped to the floor, Noibat fluttering beside him in sympathy.
"I died once already," he muttered to himself. "Why is this somehow worse?"
There was a long silence.
Then Kitsu, still holding back giggles, looked around the room and frowned.
"Am I the only one questioning why this Gala our family organized has a kid room… and why it looks so normal compared to the marble floors and gold staircases outside?"
Outa tilted her head thoughtfully. "That's actually a fair point."
Violet sighed. "Because Father bribed the decorator to make sure at least one room didn't look like a palace. He said, and I quote, 'The kids need somewhere to destroy without the League's cameras catching it.'"
Kitsu blinked. "So this is… the designated chaos zone?"
Violet smirked faintly. "Exactly."
Ethan groaned from the floor. "That explains why there's no tablecloths or glass furniture."
Kitsu grinned. "Perfect. That means I can run again."
Violet immediately pointed at her. "No running. I just saw Sabrina flicker back into existence in the hallway— you do not want round two."
Sabrina's red eyes narrowed as she focused on Ethan.
There was something off about him. Something that didn't move like a normal aura — it pulsed, coiled, and… breathed.
"His energy is odd," she murmured, eyes glowing faintly as she reached out with her psychic power.
Ethan blinked as a shimmer passed over him, a faint ripple in the air. He didn't react — he just smiled politely, as if unaware she was scanning him.
But then—
Her power touched something deep. Something that wasn't psychic, or even human.
Ethan's shadow stretched across the marble floor, twisting unnaturally until it took the shape of a massive dragon. Its eyes opened — violet and burning — and before Sabrina could blink, it moved.
The psychic connection snapped.
A shockwave of purple energy burst through the air, launching Sabrina backward. She gasped, clutching at her neck and face. No pain — just cold sweat and trembling hands.
When she looked again, Ethan was still standing there, blinking in confusion, his shadow normal once more.
"That… energy," Sabrina whispered in her mind, her pulse racing. "What was that?!"
Her heart was pounding — and for reasons she didn't understand, her cheeks were warm.
Inside her eyes, faint pink hearts shimmered in her pupils before vanishing.
The Dragon Force within Ethan had reacted instinctively — an ancient, protective instinct flaring to life against intrusion.
And Sabrina Natsume… had just touched it.
Ethan saw her stumble back as he spoke as he spoke too the 8 year old. "Are you ok".
Sabrina looked a she smile. "Yes, Fianceé".
Ethan blinked. "Fiancé?"
He turned to Kitsu, hoping for backup, but his twin was too busy wheezing from laughter.
Outa was trying — and failing — to hold in her amusement. "Arceus, she accepted him being her fiancé really fast."
Violet didn't even look up from her book at first, simply adjusting her glasses. "Well," she murmured dryly, "that's an interesting change."
Her eyes then flicked toward Sabrina, glowing faintly with curiosity. "But why do…?"
Her thought trailed off as she noticed it — faint, pulsing waves of energy rippling around the psychic girl. Violet's analytical mind kicked in.
That's not Psychic energy… that's draconic resonance and— something else. Another frequency layered inside.
Meanwhile, on the upper floor, the adults had felt the blast.
Mrs. Natsume appeared beside her daughter instantly, her eyes widening as she saw the faint shimmer still dancing across Sabrina's aura. "Sabrina! What did you—"
Sabrina pointed at Ethan with calm precision. "Fiancé."
Silence.
The type that could crush a continent.
Shinku's jaw tensed. Erza's wine glass cracked in her grip.
Mr. Natsume blinked twice. "Well… that was fast."
Shinku sighed, rubbing his temples. "Mr. Natsume, I think our children just skipped the courting phase."
Erza turned toward her husband with that tired, knowing tone only mothers could master. "You're handling this a lot better than I expected."
Shinku gave a dry chuckle. "Oh, I'm dying inside. I'm just used to pretending otherwise."
Down below, Ethan was still processing. "Wait—why does everyone keep saying fiancé?! I didn't do anything!"
Violet scribbled a note in her book. "Correction: You didn't mean to do anything. There's a difference."
Outa patted his head sympathetically. "Don't worry, kiddo. Apparently, destiny just likes to speedrun your love life."
Sabrina's POV
Sabrina sat quietly in the back seat of her family's car as it rolled away from the Hermonia estate. Her mother was talking to her father about "proper behavior," "public image," and "not announcing lifelong commitments during political galas."
She wasn't listening.
Her mind was still replaying that moment.
The instant her psychic energy touched Ethan's, something inside her had… shifted.
It wasn't pain. It wasn't fear.
It was like being pulled into a warm, endless current that whispered her name.
Then came the purple dragon— vast, ancient, protective. It hadn't attacked her. It had recognized her.
Her small hands trembled slightly as she looked at her reflection in the car window.
Her face looked calm as ever, but her heartbeat refused to listen.
"What was that… energy?" she murmured softly, her red eyes glowing faintly. "Psychic… but not. Like his soul was speaking."
She closed her eyes, diving inward, reading the echoes of the connection.
There it was — that faint golden thread still lingering between her and the boy. It pulsed gently, warm, almost affectionate.
Her brow furrowed.
"This isn't normal empathy link… it's tethered to emotional resonance. Romantic resonance?"
Her cheeks flushed lightly, and she immediately shut the scan down, her psychic field flickering.
"Impossible," she muttered, trying to regain her composure. "That kind of connection doesn't happen by accident. Unless…"
Her eyes widened. "Unless he's a soulmate."
She leaned back in her seat, hands gripping her dress tightly, and thought in complete deadpan:
"…I hate this timeline."
From the front seat, her mother's voice floated back: "Sabrina, dear, please tell me you didn't read his mind during the gala."
Sabrina stared blankly out the window. "...Define read."
Her mother groaned. Her father chuckled quietly under his breath.
Inside, though, Sabrina's thoughts were chaos. 'That power wasn't normal Dragon Energy… it was something higher. Divine, maybe. Arceus-tier signatures mixed with draconic resonance. And why— why did it make my chest feel warm every time I think about him?'
She frowned harder, as if glaring at the universe would fix it.
"Next time I see him, I'll figure it out."
Then, quieter, almost to herself:
"...Fiancé."
Her father stifled a laugh in the front seat.
Later that night, Ethan sat in his room, hair a mess, staring at the ceiling like it had personally betrayed him.
Noibat was perched on his head, hanging upside down and softly squeaking, while Kitsu sat cross-legged on his bed with a smug grin.
"So," Kitsu began, biting into a Poképuff. "How's it feel to be engaged to the psychic terror of Saffron City?"
Ethan groaned, pulling a pillow over his face. "It was supposed to be just political talk! I didn't think she'd suddenly— I don't know— accept the arrangement mid-gala!"
Kitsu smirked. "You do realize Dad and Mr. Natsume already agreed on that months ago, right? You were already half-engaged. She just… made it official."
Ethan sat up, wide-eyed. "Wait— WHAT?!"
Kitsu tilted her head innocently. "You didn't know? Violet explained it like, today."
"Yeah, well, I might've tuned out after she said the words 'political marriage arrangement' because I thought it was just adult talk!" Ethan ranted, flailing his hands. "I'm eleven, Kitsu! Eleven! I'm still figuring out how to spell Pokémon Center without autocorrect!"
Kitsu laughed so hard she nearly fell off the bed. Noibat squeaked in what sounded suspiciously like agreement.
Ethan slumped back in defeat. "And she called me fiancé so seriously. I thought she was gonna melt my brain or turn me into a spoon."
Kitsu leaned forward, teasing. "Oh, come on, you can't say you didn't notice how she looked at you after that whole 'psychic power explosion' thing."
Ethan blinked. "I thought that was just psychic intimidation!"
Kitsu shook her head. "Nope. That was love at first mind scan."
Ethan's face turned bright red. "Arceus help me."
He collapsed backward again, mumbling to himself. "First Whitney, now her… I swear if another girl randomly shows up and calls me her destined partner, I'm gonna start carrying a Pokéball full of pepper spray."
Noibat flapped its wings, landing on his chest with a chirp, as if to say too late for that now.
Kitsu smirked. "Relax, future brother-in-law of the psychic prodigy. Maybe she'll read your mind and do your homework."
Ethan groaned louder, pulling the blanket over his head. "I hate this timeline."
Kitsu looked at him as she spoke. "Also, don't forget you have a second one".
Ethan sighed as he spoke. "Right, the girl from the Midori family, it's not gonna like, I am gonna meet her tomorrow".
Kitsu looked at him as he spoke. "Right, you zooned out in the car, but that family's coming tomorrow, daughter the same age as Sabrina".
Ethan groaned, staring blankly at the ceiling again.
"Of course. Because one accidental fiancée clearly isn't enough," he muttered. "Arceus must be running a rom-com up there."
Kitsu grinned. "Oh, you have no idea."
He turned to glare at her. "Kitsu, tell me right now this Midori girl isn't another psychic."
She blinked innocently. "Nope."
Ethan exhaled in relief—
"She's an Aura user."
"…You're joking."
Kitsu smirked. "Nope. Daughter of one of the strongest Aura Guardians in Kanto. Mom said they wanted to meet you since your Aura apparently 'pulsed like a beacon' at the gala."
Ethan covered his face with both hands. "Fantastic. I don't even have Aura. What's next, some Aura-psychic hybrid marriage plan?"
Noibat squeaked something that sounded suspiciously like "Soon."
Kitsu laughed. "Oh, don't act so dramatic. It's just a friendly visit. With tea, snacks… and maybe a marriage proposal."
Ethan sat up instantly. "WHAT!?"
Kitsu smirked wider. "I said maybe."
He narrowed his eyes. "Kitsu, you are evil."
"Sibling privilege," she said sweetly, hopping off the bed. "Anyway, get some sleep, future double fiancé. You'll need it."
Ethan threw a pillow at her, which she dodged easily as she left the room laughing.
As the door shut, Ethan sighed and fell back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling again.
"Arceus," he muttered. "I don't ask for much. I just wanted to beat a gym without causing political chaos. Why is that so hard?"
Noibat chirped softly, tucking itself beside him.
Ethan exhaled again, half-resigned. "Psychic fiancée today… Aura fiancée tomorrow… if a Fairy-type girl shows up next week, I'm officially moving to Alola."
Noibat squeaked in laughter.
To be continued
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