It reminds me…"
Frankenstein turned to face his Master, who had yet to comment on M-21's actions earlier in the day.
"… of things that happened long ago."Rai placed his teacup gently on the tabletop, speaking with his eyes closed, "Frankenstein was much worse than you. He caused many incidents."
"M-Master?"Frankenstein gulped.Was his Master angered by his behaviour as of late?Was this how he would be punished - by letting the others know the inhumane things he had done?A bead of sweat slid down the side of Frankenstein's face.
He had not realized how much his house guests (no matter how annoying they were sometimes) had come to mean for him.
The trio genuinely looked up to him, Regis respected him far more than Gejutel ever did, and his praise meant a lot to Miss Seira.There was simply no way they would treat him the same if they found out about even a fraction of the things he used to do.
Frankenstein was not angry, however.Everything about him - his past, present, future - belonged to his Master.If Rai chose to reveal this now, then that was his choice and there must be a good reason.Still, his lips pursed tight in worry.
"Sometimes Lukedonia's clan leaders became involved... They would come to me to complain."
Frankenstein breathed out, visibly relieved.His Master was not talking about his "wild days".Clearly, the Noblesse was referring to an incident some time after Frankenstein had already sworn unending loyalty.
He laughed awkwardly and adjusted his glasses.
Only later that night would Frankenstein truly begin to pinpoint which incident his Master had been referring to.When he did, he closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, a wave of nostalgia washing over him.
"Master?"Frankenstein looked at Rai, who sat perfectly still in the elegantly furnished living room of their mansion in Lukedonia.Rai looked tired, which caused the blond servant a great deal of concern.
"I was punished today."Rai's tone was casual, but the words he spoke made Frankenstein do a double take.
"M-milord…" Then, a beat later, "Who would dare do such a thing?"A dark aura started emanating from Frankenstein but he quickly held it back.
His Master stared straight at him, "Several clan leaders came and begged me to calm the Lord. He refused to do his job until you were 'brought to justice'."
Frankenstein's face paled, "Pardon me, Master, but I don't understand. I would never disrespect the Lord." At least, not in front of his face. The Lord had never taken a liking to Frankenstein and the feeling was mutual.Their animosity stemmed from the fact that they were both unreasonably stubborn and possessive men.Neither of them liked sharing Cadis Etrama di Raizel.
"You have been in his chamber recently."It was not a question.
"Yes milord, there was a mix-up yesterday and I delivered some files in place of the central guards… Wait," Something clicked in Frankenstein's head, "Could the Lord possibly be upset about the fact that I cleaned his room?"
It was ridiculous, but then again, the Lord was a ridiculous being.
Frankenstein remembered the room - a horrifying mix of parchment, food and other paraphernalia.His entire body had itched to clean.Since there had been nobody in sight, Frankenstein had proceeded to do as he wished until not a speck of dirt was left.
"He was upset. Apparently, you disturbed his 'organized chaos'. I spent all day helping him recreate the original state of his chamber."
No wonder his Master looked so tired!Frankenstein could picture it now, the Lord wanting any excuse to spend more time with Rai and threatening to punish Frankenstein if his Master did not comply."I-I'm so sorry, Master, I deserve to die. You must have suffered so much."He drew closer, looking at Rai with the guiltiest expression he could muster, "Please allow me to give you a massage, at least, to help you relax."
His Master stood up and walked towards his bedroom without a word.Frankenstein followed.
Just as he was about to cross the doorstep however, Rai put out a hand to stop him.For a split second Frankenstein thought he saw a flash of apology in his Master's eyes.Pink lips parted slightly, "This is your punishment."
The old mahogany door closed in his face.
Frankenstein's jaw hurt from opening so wide.e had imagined horrible punishments - a public apology to the Lord, community service in Lukedonia - but not this .How could he have anticipated such an unbearable punishment, simply because he had cleaned the Lord's stupid room out of the kindness of his heart?
He found himself staring at the door with puppy eyes, wishing that his Master would take pity on him and open the door.
He waited.
The door did not budge.
Frankenstein leaned his forehead against the soft wood.
Who knew how long this punishment would last?Oh, how would he survive without touching that soft, satin skin, without his Master's body by his side in the dead of night?