The Hole Under The Fence
Written By: Anni-chan
Disclaimer: I wouldn't be here if I owned it.
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Feliciano hummed tunelessly to himself as he raked the multicolored leaves away from the fence.
The brunette yawned, watching the leaves slide into slightly messy piles under his rake.
There was a 'clank' noise behind him as the gate swung open and shut, and Kiku, the Japanese man that came around every morning and stayed 'til afternoon waved from the well.
"Kon'nichiwa, Feliciano-kun."
Kiku smiled slightly, and Feliciano waved back.
"Ciao, Kiku! How are you this morning, ve~?"
"Fine, thank you. Elizaveta-san is in a hurry this morning; so I have to go. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
He lifted the full bucket of water and waved again, then hurried to the back door, nearest to the kitchen.
Feliciano sighed and went back to raking.
It's so lonely here. . . . Master hardly has anyone come over. . . .
He let out a surprised 've~?' when his rake caught near the fence, and dropped said garden tool.
The rake had gotten stuck in a clump of roots under the fence, and Feliciano wondered why.
No flowers were planted there, just grass, and he didn't think anyone would - he paused and looked closer.
"Ve~? I can smell dirt. . . ."
Of course, he always smelled dirt when he worked in the garden, seeing he was the gardener and all, but why here?
Unless a dog had gotten under or something. . . .
He leaned down and pushed away the leaves, accidentally letting go of the rake.
It fell to his side with a 'thmp', but he was already lost in confusion and interest.
"Vee~. . . ."
He pouted and stood up.
There was a hole under the fence.
A freaking hole.
And it was huge.
Roderich would scold him if he saw it.
"Ve~. . . . Why me."
Sighing, the brunette looked at it closer, and to his surprise, saw several strands of silver.
Something like fur, hair, or cloth.
He decided it had to be fur.
"Ve~. This is. . . . I'm going to ask Kiku about it! He might know~."
Feliciano gathered up the silver fur and ran off to find Kiku, hoping Roderich wouldn't see the hole and scold him.
Oh, and he stepped on him, too, once.
Ow.
He certainly didn't want that to happen.
Unfortunately for Feliciano, and the garden, a little hole would be. . . .
Tiny compared to the other things yet to happen.
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