"Master," the blue cheagle called in a very high pitched tone, "you look amazing!"

Luke stood in front of his bedroom's mirror. He was wearing his "Tactical Leader" outfit, knowing the event wasn't going to be formal. His eyes grazed over his reflection, as his mouth echoed in appreciation to his small, blue companion, "Do you really think so?"

"Absolutely! Guy always loved that suit," a small blue hand flew swiftly to cover his mouth, "Oops, I wasn't supposed to say that..."

"Guy loved this outfit? Mieu,"

Luke's eyes gave the cheagle a run for his money, "Y-yes...master?"

"Talk."

"Guy confined me to secret. I couldn't possibly betray him," Mieu hopped off the oak-wood dresser and began escaping Luke's fiery demeanor. Luke glared at the fugitive and smirked, "Get your little blue ass back here!"

The chase was on. Mieu slipped under the door's opening and ran into Duke and Susanne's room. The son burst into the empty room and glanced around, imitating a detective at work. His eyes threw daggers at every corner of the room, but refused to located the little snitch.
The blue creature had already slipped past Luke's guard and headed for the courtyard. The redheaded teen viewed from the bedroom's window, and saw a cyan shade move across the garden field.

"Found you, you little bastard," the chase resumed. He came to the courtyard where Pere just finished planting a beautiful cyan colored rose.

"Ahh, it completes the garden," the retired swordsman averted his eyes to the angry teen charging towards him. He dove, and gripped the garden's newest member, "L-L-L-L"

Luke stood, dusted himself off and glanced at the rose he instantly demolished, "Ohh...this isn't Mieu..."

"Lucas fon Fabre! You...you snatched up my beautiful rose!"

"Sorry Pere, I was sorta...looking for Mieu. Oh by the way...did you just call me Lucas!"

Pere nodded with extreme enragement. He took the miniature shovel and chucked it the teen. Its impact came quickly and knocked the teen into the arms of a very handsome blonde.

"Whoa, Luke," his voice made the teen feel safe, even though the pain in is head throbbed, "are you okay? What happened?"

"Lucas dug up my Chokman Cyan Rose..."

"Uhh, did he just call you Lucas?"

"Don't ask," he took Guy's hand and dragged him to his bedroom where he was angrily thrown on the queen sized bed, "You. What did you tell Mieu about my "Tactical Leader" outfit?" he demanded.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about! Mieu let it slip that you loved this outfit. Whats up with that? If you wanted one so badly, I'll have Pere knit you one up."

"Yeah, I don't think you might want to tell him that, Lucas. Besides, it looks good on you, brings out the color in your hair."

Luke blushed, and marched over, sitting next to his blonde friend, "Thanks. Anyway, where's the Albiore?"

Guy sat up and looked Luke in the eyes, "Yeah, about that. I decided that I didn't want to go. I got a better idea in mind instead."

"No wonder you're in your regular clothing. So, you're telling me that I got dressed for nothing! Guy-"

"I can fix that," Guy said before blushing madly at the comment. He chuckled at Luke's blushing, innocent looking face.

He leaned in slowly and cautiously, breathing roughly. His eyes became blanketed by the eyelids that plagued them. Luke's blue pupil's reflected back as Guy's lips gotten closer to his'. As he could feel the blonde's breath taking over the surface of his lips, he pause, and waited. Waited for the right time to whack the male, but it never came. Instead, only a small kiss upon his lips was a replacement, which sent the teen to a daze, only to kiss him back.