Summary: Muzaka notices Rai's mansion is cleaner.

Pre-series.

Was planning out a fic; this fic demanded to be written first.

Can you tell I was just '*throws hands up* Auuuuugh!' at the title? *wry*

A Little Bit

By Dark Ice Dragon

Raizel's house was cleaner than the last time Muzaka had visited, more vases of flowers dotted around, less dust charging up his nose and the place smelled like it had been in contact with the outside air.

He'd went through a thunderstorm on the way over and it had followed him to Lukedonia, the wind and rain rattling window frames. He hadn't bothered waiting for Frankenstein to open the door, not wanting to keep getting hit in the face with rain.

Except the flare of aura to his right tingled Muzaka's skin. A warning with no want to fight or kill. It wasn't a werewolf, but – oh, huh.

"What are you doing?" Frankenstein's words were clipped and controlled, and Muzaka turned to face him. There was a smile fixed upon the human's face, his body tense.

"Visiting Raizel." Why else did he come here?

"I know," Frankenstein said. He swept his hand out, gesturing behind Muzaka. "I was talking about that."

There wasn't anything behind him.

"You're tracking mud into the house," Frankenstein said, his lips pursed.

"Wait." Muzaka stopped, staring at Frankenstein. "That's what you're so pissed about? It's just a bit of dirt." And seeing how long Raizel stayed inside, it'd probably help.

"It is not 'just a bit of dirt'." Frankenstein closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. He exhaled, his aura receding. "Master is in his usual room," he said, starting to lead the way.

"When is he not?" Muzaka said with a huff. Every time he visited, Raizel was standing in the same spot.

Frankenstein didn't answer him, opening the door to Raizel's room and bowing. "Master, Muzaka is here."

Raizel looked at them over his shoulder and nodded.

"You not getting wet over there?" Muzaka sauntered into the room, hearing Frankenstein close the door, leaving them alone together.

"No." Raizel watched him as he threw himself onto the couch.

"So Frankenstein's been sprucing up the place, huh?" It wouldn't have been Raizel doing all that - that would have involved stepping outside the room.

A faint smile curled Raizel's lips. "Yes. He's been busy for a while."

"I'm not surprised," Muzaka said with a snort. "This place is huge; he's probably going to be cleaning up for years."

Muzaka shifted, throwing his wet hair over the edge of the couch so he wasn't lying on top of it anymore. It landed on the floor with a slap.

"So, you wanna hear 'bout the place I just came from?" Muzaka asked with a grin. He'd travelled further to the east this time, trying to find somewhere new to tell Raizel about when he got back.

Raizel took a step away from his window, telling Muzaka just how much he was interested.

One day he was going to take Raizel away from this place and show him what he was talking about, but for now, he would entertain Raizel about the places he'd seen.