Have you ever dreamed of something you've always wanted? Like a new car, an event, anything? And in the dream it feels so damn real, until your alarm or mom wakes you up. Leaving you unsatisfied with the results.

As the minutes go by, you begin to realize your dream is turning to dust in your mind. What was it that made you so disappointed? What was the dream again? Who knows. The mind is such a weird thing isn't it?

Birds are chirping. Again? Why can't they be quiet. What time was it? 6?

I got out of bed. No. I tried to get out of bed, but arms were wrapped around me. The person was definitely skinny and it felt as if I made hasty movements, they'd break.

Who was it? Shit, another one night stand?? But, wasn't I with the-..Realization has never hit me harder. This was the Master. The memories and events have rushed back to me. Sure they came back, but it was hard to process it all at once. Had I really done that to him? How long?

Master had buried his head against my chest, his soft breathing hit my chest causing me to shiver. Soon, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer.

His sweet scent filled my nose. Honey. It was unusual, but definitely smelled good. As we cuddled, I couldn't help but stare at his adorable face. The way his lips did a small pout, cheeks still softly tinted red. I think, I can even see some drool. I don't think I'll be able to resist him for much longer.

Master shifted ever so slightly. His caramel shade of hair bouncing with him. Studying him more, I noticed his ears twitch. Humming, I got curious and thought 'Maybe I can nibble it now. Will it taste like candy?' I was intrigued. Shifting away from the master, I hovered over him, his head slightly tilted to the side. A small grinned had formed on my face as I leaned to his ear and nibbled it.

The Master tensed but didn't wake up, which made me pout.

Wait. What the hell am I doing? I'm a butler. A mer servant. I shouldn't be waking him up this way.

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"Ah..There we go.." I fixed my sleeves a bit before going to the kitchen. Sadly I only had on what I was wearing yesterday. Which was just a dress shirt and pants. Why was I wearing this again? What did I do yesterday? Eh, doesn't matter.

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"Done!" A proud smile found its way to me. On the table lay, maybe a meal for a king! Scrambled eggs, French toast with syrup. Sausage with toaster. Hopefully he'll like it. Wait. Should I make pancakes? Fuck it, I'm making waffles!!!

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Softly shifting him by his shoulder, I mumbled his name "Master..I made breakfast for you.."

He didn't budge. So I decided to pull him out of bed. Lighting up the room won't do shit.

"Tai..What are you-!" When sitting up I was able to pull him out of bed. Only..He fell off the bed, luckily he used me as a cushion.

"Ahaha, sorry sir! You wouldn't wake up! I made breakfast" I have him a smile and he avoided eye contact. Getting up, not forgetting to use my face in the process, he left the room.

P o k e r f a c e

I got up and stood near the door, crossing my arms.

“KYYYAAAAA!!!!” Loud feet came racing to the room before the Master jumped into his bed and wrapped his body in his covers. I burst into laughter.

“Yeah, it’s a bit cold, huh?” A pillow was thrown at my face.

You may be confused. I’ll explain. The Master left the room nude.

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I watched Master as he ate his breakfast quietly. The room was rather quiet. The birds didn’t even seem to be chirping. Wonder why.

“Ah, it seems it’s going to rain” I mumbled, now noticing the dark cloud coming near.

“A thunderstorm?” The Master asked looking to me. Nodding, i took the dishes from Master and to the kitchen.

“After this I’ll leave” My mind began to wonder while the dishes slowly got cleaned.

Are we just going to pretend last night didn’t happen? Will I be fired? Has he had enough of me? Does he think I’ll hurt him?

A soft sigh escaped my lips, using my hand to run threw my hair. Not caring if I got my hair wet and soapy.

I hope he forgives me.

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It began to ran. Unsure of how hard, I closed the windows, thunder rumbled. The sky seemed to get darker as clouds rolled in. Ah, hope I don’t get stuck here with the Master. He probably wouldn’t like that. Sighing, I continuing to shut the windows, one by one. The rain had been getting inside, nearly making me slip. Thankfully, I didn’t and managed to finish closing the windows in a small amount of time. I didn’t want Master to get sick. I watched as a lightning streak had struck the ground nearby. It made me jump from how sudden it was. I hope the Master is okay, I did leave him out of nowhere.

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“Master?” I asked looking around the library. I couldn’t seem to find him anywhere. Don’t tell me he's afraid of thunder. I sighed a bit in frustration, pushing my hair back in the process. I began searching other rooms. The kitchen, bedrooms, bathrooms, of course knocking before doing so. He wasn’t here.

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Kurama sat outside on the porch. His backyard spreading for who knows how long. The thunder continued to rumble, miles away. Or perhaps it was closer? The sky is definitely a mysterious thing. Sighing ever so lightly, Kurama stood up, wearing nothing but his pajama pants. Adorable pajama pants in fact. They had small kittens splattered everywhere.

His tail swayed in a calm manner. He then looked up to the grumpy sky. His face lit up from lightning quickly darting out then back into the clouds. Why was he enjoying himself in this weather? The rain may have hurt, but it was nothing more than a sting. It didn’t seem to affect him.

“Has the rain always been this peaceful?” He asked himself, closing his forest green eyes, to enjoy the skies tears. Eventually, he felt his own tears. They were warm, unlike the skies. Does this mean his heart is warm? Maybe the sky needs a hug. Would that make it’s tears warm, like his own?

Kurama opened his eyes. The feeling of warmth engulfed him. The hadn't noticed how cold he was, until now. Who had been hugging him? Whose warmth is this? He didn't care. He felt happy in these arms. What was this? Wasn’t he being drowned in cold tears? Full of sadness and pain? A soul that couldn’t feel the warmth of this hug. A rumbled made him jump. Was the sky jealous?

“Master..Pl...e….e u....M” A voice? Wait, why is it suddenly dark? He didn’t know what to think. Was this death?

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“Master please open your eyes” I panicked. He was breathing slowly. Why was he in the pool? Sleep walking? I don’t understand.

“Mika..Ple…” The Master mumbled in this sleep like state. Tears had been rolling down his cheeks. I don’t like this. Who the hell is Mika? Mika from Owari No Seraph?