Frankenstein's eyes shot open.
His whole body was breaking out into a cold sweat and he was breathing harsh. He stared at the ceiling, he didn't recognize the room at first, it took him for a moment to finally force himself up and to get a full view around. He was in a bedroom. Blinking a fews time, the blonde man shook his head to clear the thoughts, but he soon regretted doing so when a dull pounding headache started forming in his forehead. He slowly looked up, and eventually recognized the room as his bedroom in the house he'd bought in New Zealand.
Breathing out in relief, Frankenstein leaned against the headboard with a small thud. His gaze wandered around the room as he tried to compose himself. He hated it. Now, as he was calm again, the dream flooded back into his mind with every single detail. Frankenstein could almost feel the warmth on his fingertips from the hot wet tear he had wiped away, heard the Noblesse's voice so close and kind to him as though it was not just a dream. Well, then, it wasn't. It was a memory. Those emotions, his guilt, everything were so real like it had just happened. Frankenstein thought he had forgotten that event. For the past 7 years, he hadn't thought about the it. He had managed to not think about it. He really had, till M-21 showed up that day and ruined everything.
Heavy sigh escaped from him as he closed his eyes and let the ache slowly ease off. He had a day to start, work to do. Sitting here all alone, and tormenting himself would not take him to anywhere. Who knows how long he had been sitting like this, a minute? He wasn't sure, but obviously that did not help him at all, not to mention if he was going to sit in here any longer, the Noblesse would definitely be late for school. I better hurry. With that idea, he dragged himself off the bed then headed to the bathroom.
After having dressed up, Frankenstein went down the hallway where the Noblesse's room was. His master had chosen for himself the one which had the biggest view to the city right on the first day they arrived to their new home. Frankenstein did not really enjoy the idea. Though he'd prefer master to stay in the one across his, he still let him make his own choice, because there were only the two of them in that big house (Frankenstein wanted his master to have enough space for outdoor activities), if things went wrong, he would know and could handle it, and their rooms were in the same floor anyway. Also, the blonde man had to admit that he might be 'slightly' overprotective of his little Noblesse. Deciding every single thing for him might guarantee his feeling about master's safety, but would only made him feel uncomfortable, like being trapped, being controlled, and it was the last thing he wanted.
Gently opening the door, he let himself enter another classic-style chamber. As his habit, Frankenstein looked around to check whether there was any unusual sign or not before he tip toed to the king-sized bed which was settled in middle of the room. Slowly pulling off the cream-colored blanket, he whispered sweetly to his master.
"Cadis~Wake up my little sunshi-!". Only to find an empty bed when he removed the bed sheet. The Noblesse was gone.