A/N: There is an AWFUL lack of Noblesse fanfiction, most probably because the webtoon doesn't have an anime (the OVA wasn't that impressive; Frankenstein wasn't Frankenstein in battle). Anyway, this will be a series of one-shots involving any of the characters because I'm too easily distracted from my other fics and there's school. Enjoy!

Lost Solutions

Characters: Muzaka, Cadis Etrama Di Raizel, with a little bit of the lord, Gechutel Landegre and Rayga Kertia

Genre: Friendship (but you could always ship them, whatev)

Summary: Muzaka finds out one of Raizel's flaws and tries to do something about it.

It was not Gechutel that realized it first.

Muzaka, while only visiting once every few years, was currently the most frequent visitor of the grandeur manor that was empty except for its lone inhabitant. It was quite like a tradition really. Whenever Muzaka traveled somewhere near Lukedonia, he would spare a good amount of time to pass by Raizel. He would sit and relax in his favourite couch while the other just watched out of the window or listened to his adventures.

The amount of time he would stay was variable; sometimes he would only last a day or three before waving goodbye, or he would stay for around a month or so. And he always had something to bring Raizel from his adventures; food, clothes, jewelry, or even alcohol (but he ended up drinking all of it since Raizel did not like drinking, that or he left the bottles for the other family leaders to drink). There was also no schedule in his visits. Sometimes he would visit year after year, and other times it took decades before he would jump unto the windowsill grinning at his verbally-reserved friend.

The only thing that was constant in every visit was that Raizel would always be there in the very same room, observing everything he could observe from the window.

That was until the Muzaka spotted Raizel in the woods as he was heading to the noble's mansion, five years passing from his last visit. The werewolf lord did not really think of it much, since the noblesse only said that he was heading home after being called by the lord.

The next incident was the same; except he found Raizel in the woods in the mountains and nowhere near the mansion. Again, the same reason was given, but Muzaka decided not to give a comment.

A few more similar episodes happened in the next century, with the werewolf only asking when did he go to the lord or if he knew where the hell he was.

And at one particular winter, the brazen warrior finally decided the matter should be confronted.

He did not see any signs of the noblesse on his way to the mansion, so when he arrived at an empty house with no traces of his friend's aura, he opted to stay and wait. It was a notably long journey, and he had planned to just drop dead on the couch after greeting Raizel. But since the said man was not there, nor was he in any part of the forests, he spent the first few hours contemplating whether or not he should try to find him.

When he finally decided that he wanted to rest and thought that perhaps Raizel just wanted to actually take advantage of the lord's call in looking around the land for a while so he ended up in mundanely far from his home. So he settled that he would wait a day for the guy to arrive.

But the "day" turned into three, and Muzaka decided there was no fun walking around the empty manor by himself and set out to see that the lord may have invited Raizel into some kind of occasion. It was winter anyway; Muzaka could barely recall all of the different feasts he attended whenever the snow covered the earth. And the lord of the nobles was an eccentric man himself; it was not hard to imagine the guy spontaneously announcing some kind of Christmas party or feast out of the blue.

Muzaka headed to the lord's place, all the while scanning the area for any traces of his friend and arrived without finding any. He went straight to the meeting hall where he caught the lord of the nobles and the Landegre family leader off-guard.

"Muzaka? May I be acquainted as to your sudden visit?" The lord raised a brow.

"Is there something wrong? Did anything happen to the werewolves?" Gechutel asked, his stance alarmed and tense.

The werewolf did not respond to any of the questions, and instead placed his hands on his hips, "Did you call Raizel recently?"

Just as he expected, it was Gechutel who responded dramatically first, "Something happened to the noblesse?!"

"I called him four days ago, and he left after that." The lord was calculative with his gaze at Muzaka, who only nodded, "What happened?"

"Nothing. Just thought to check if he's in here before I go visit his mansion." The lie easily slipped through his lips, not that he had lied to the nobles before, but travelling while concealing one's identity was very good practice, "There were times I would arrive without him there, and I thought since it's winter, you got him into some kind of feast or holiday practice to get him out of the mansion."

The two nobles seemed satisfied with his answer, and the regal blond in front of him waved his hand, "Ah no, I just asked him the same old questions, still got refused. He's most likely in his manor now, watching everything from that one window- AH!"

Both Gechutel and Muzaka jumped at the exclamation.

"We should totally have a feast and party like hell this season!"

After the other noble's disagreement because "partying like hell" does not seem like a good idea, Muzaka bid farewell and focused on his mission of finding Raizel in wherever he got himself lost in.

And he did find the noble after a whole day of coursing through the fucking land. He found him walking by the river that was near the Ru family's territory, and almost a hundred fucking miles from the mansion he was supposed to be in three days ago.

As usual, Raizel responded with a slight widening of his eyes in surprise that his werewolf friend had found him, which then morphed into confusion as to why the said werewolf friend was growling in greeting.

On their trip back to the mansion was silent except for Muzaka telling him they should go back to the manor since it was starting to snow. He knew Raizel enough that the noble knew of his friend's distraught, but he was not going to say anything unless Muzaka brought it up.

And so the werewolf did bring it up once they reached the mansion, entering through the very familiar window. The noblesse was even more confused when he only leaned by the window and pinched his temple, still growling.

"Sit down, Raizel." God it's like reprimanding a young werewolf. This was the fucking noblesse. And Muzaka could not stop himself from talking to him like he was some werewolf pup.

Raizel was obedient, at least, but only gazed up at him in question after sitting down on the velvet couch.

One last deep breath and Muzaka opened his eyes and stared hard at the raven-haired man peering back at him, "Raizel…"

Filter, Muzaka. He isn't some punk werewolf pup. He is the noblesse, the most powerful of nobles. He does not need to be told much to know what you want to say.

That guy can probably destroy the land in a matter of seconds.

Best to keep it simple and polite.

"You have no fucking sense of direction whatso-fucking-ever, and goddamn I am not going to be fucking surprised you end up in some other fucking realm if no one fucking cared to find you."

Fuck filters.

There was no reaction from Raizel at first except for looking away after Muzaka blurted his thoughts out. But he suddenly let out a deep breath, and before the lord could think he should have probably used a filter, Raizel nodded and avoided eye contact with the werewolf at all costs. He started to sweat, and pursed his lips a little.

Muzaka pieced it all together.

The little shit knew he was goddamn directionally-challenged and did not do anything about it.

Muzaka, with all the patience in the world that he could muster, decided to do something about his poor friend.

x-x-x-x

Around fifty years later, Muzaka found himself arriving at an empty mansion again. He met Rayga Kertia along the way, and the noble was kind enough to inform him that the lord called for Raizel just that morning because it had been a while since he saw the raven-haired boy.

His first thought was to wait for his friend at the lord's place, but he immediately remembered that they already discussed what to do when Raizel was to head home from there. After the confrontation, the two spent two whole days figuring out the easiest way and making sure the noblesse got the hang of it. He placed claw marks on trees and rock formations if ever the noble somehow strayed from the path.

He even made Raizel recite all the fucking instructions at the end of it. He made the almost fucking mute noble say out loud the instructions he gave him.

There was no way he was going to get lost.

So Muzaka decided to just wait up for him and rest in the familiar couch until the other arrived. But when he woke up and saw the moon up in the dark sky, he still could not feel any trace of Raizel.

Maybe their conversation was longer than usual, Rayga did say it had been a while since the two saw each other.

And he opted to wait another day.

And another.

Four days. He waited four days until he tried to convince himself that maybe, Raizel was sent on some kind of mission just because the lord felt he had been cooped up for long.

Off he sprang out of the manor, scanning through the forest and finding no trace or sign of the noblesse in any of the paths they discussed half a century ago.

But he did bump into Gechutel, who seemed to be rushing a bit. It turned out the elder promised his son that he would train with him that day, so he asked permission from the lord to leave. Muzaka nodded, before asking if Raizel had been called by the Lord recently so he could know if he was in his mansion or not. Again, it was the easiest way to know without rousing any suspicion; having the werewolf lord himself on noble grounds was already open to question, and alarming the rest of the nobility that their most powerful member had not returned home for days was not going to bring any good.

Gechutel answered quickly, already behind his schedule, that Raizel was called days ago but the meeting had been quick so the noble most likely was back in the manor.

Muzaka managed to hold himself until the old man was out of sight. He pinched his temple, did that technique of counting until one-hundred to calm down, before the thought started whirling in his head, making him snarl irritably.

"The little shit forgot and got fucking lost again."

Centuries later, Muzaka could not been any happier when he first saw Frankenstein in the manor.

A/N: Muzaka is a bab that must be protected at all costs. Along with Raizel. And there's just something about Muzaka referring Raizel as "the little shit" that makes me happy.