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A/N: Is there a fandom for this here at all? It's quiet on Ao3 but even quieter here, wow... Yall out there? Hello...?


Prompt: #2 "It reminded me of you."


Sitting back on his bed, Guy groaned. His room was a mess. Pere was going to berate him about it whenever the old man returned to the room they shared. Especially since most of the clutter was fon machine related. Piles of parts and half-finished projects were scattered everywhere, as if a storm had rushed through in search of something particular to steal, tossing everything else haphazardly in the room.

Why anyone would steal his favorite wrench was beyond him, though, and he couldn't see why he would go and misplace it, either.

Groaning again, Guy brought a hand to his forehead and tried to rub away the forming headache. Luke was finally asleep after almost an hour trying to lay the sick kid down for a nap. And Guy was ready to kick back, relax, and work his brain on a new fun project. Luke would be excited to have a new toy once he was well, after all.

Only there was one problem with that plan. One thing holding him back from his hobby. One thing stopping him from making a new gift for the young master.

His wrench was still missing.

The door to his room opened and he sat up to meet Pere's quiet sigh. "Gailardia, did you lose something?"

With another groan, Guy flopped back on the bed. "Yeah."

"What could it be?" Pere asked, already moving around to clear up the clutter. "I can help you search, if you want."

"No offense, but I doubt you can help," Guy muttered. "I must've misplaced it and forgotten about it. No doubt Ramdas has already moved it into Duke Fabre's tool box or something."

"Ah," Pere hummed. "So you lost your wrench."

Guy winced as he sat up. Was it that obvious? Man, that wrench had a silly history of sentimental value behind it, too. Something Pere had bought for him once his hobby – or obsession – became apparent.

He felt awful about having lost it, but catching Pere's knowing smile made him pause. "Wait. Did you see it somewhere?"

The old man focused his attention on de-cluttering the messy room as he hummed an old tune to himself. "I think I might have noticed a certain young master pilfering a certain tool into his bedroom."

Guy sprang off the bed. "Luke has it?"

There was no reason to doubt Pere, a man still loyal to the Gardios name even as they masqueraded as servants. But why would Luke snatch his wrench? The boy hadn't shown any interest in fon machinery except for playing with the toys Guy made him. So why sneak into his room and take a tool?

Nevermind the concerning thought that Luke was sneaking into his room in the first place. He'd have to be careful of other things now, not just his tools and projects. Damn kid. Why did he have to be such a handful?

Guy sighed as he stepped around his mess. "Guess I'll go check on Luke, then. Sorry about the mess, Pere. I'll come clean it up later."

"Oh, it's not a problem, Gailardia," Pere said, eyes gentle and understanding. "You go explain rules of privacy to the young master. You're the only one he listens to, after all."

"Hah," Guy scoffed. "Yeah, right."

Ignoring the disagreement from Pere, Guy left his room and made his way through the manor to a certain open window of a certain young master's room. Luke's window was always open, regardless if his door was locked or not. Well, so long as it wasn't raining, of course.

Guy peeked into the window and ignored the clench in his stomach at the sight of the kid tossing and turning on his bed. It wasn't a terrible sickness. Just a simple cold with a small fever. Apparently, Luke was as whiny in his sleep as he was in real life, though.

With a sigh, Guy climbed through the window and knelt by the red-headed kid's bedside. The blankets were a tangled mess among the child's limbs, and thanks to that, a single wrench was easily visible. Wrapped in Luke's arms. Weird kid. Why was he treating Guy's wrench like some sort of stuffed animal?

A puff of air left his lips as he whispered, "What am I going to do with you, Luke?"

"Hnnn," Luke whined, eyes opening to slits. "Guy? Yay, you came."

"Were you waiting on me?"

A weak laugh escaped from the kid's mouth before he nodded. "Mmhmm."

Reaching over, Guy gently pried his wrench from Luke's grip. The boy let go easily. He seemed happy with anything so long as Guy was there. That innocent trust would be the brat's undoing one day.

But for now…

Guy smiled as he pulled the kid's blankets up to better cover him. All while those childish green eyes glowed as they watched him. For now, Guy was content being Luke's concerned servant.