Warmth…. It surrounded me like a hug. It felt amazing; like I was perfectly loved in all ways. I felt a wave of protection wash over me as I slowly began to wake up from my slumber. Blinking I started to see the colors around me; why was everything yellow and tan?

Rubbing my eyes I felt the warmth around me move; I looked up only to blush. I was being held in two strong, protective arms; they were wrapped around my waist. There I laid, my hands against Fleetway's chest, his arms around me. All I could think was….

Oh my god….

Oh. My. God.

Oh. My. God!

I was freaking out about this, but I didn't want it to end. It felt nice to be held like this, but I wanted this fire in my chest to stop!

"Good morning, beautiful," My ears perked up and I hesitantly gazed up to see those damned eyes staring at me again. Why did he have to shake me up so much?! "Did you sleep well?"

"Y-Yea," I said nervously; his arms still around me.

"That's good to hear. I'm really sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable holding you like this; you started to cry in your sleep last night and I didn't want to wake you." His expression was filled with concern and worry; he was actually troubled with the fact that I had a nightmare. I was really amazed; I didn't know someone could care for someone besides themselves.

"Master Fleetway," Silver said coming into the bedroom, a stack of papers and clothes in his hands. "The Mistress is here."

Fleetway's face seemed to light up when the maid said that; he quickly got out of bed and headed to his walk in closet. Whoever this "Mistress" was they must have been important. I found myself sighing as the comforting warmth left me and I found myself alone in the large bed; he must really love this "Mistress".

"Milady," He said to get my attention; he got it. "Your dresses are here." Sighing again I got up and fixed my pjs before taking them from him.

"Thanks," I said awkwardly; I haven't thanked someone in forever. I headed for the bathroom and started to get dressed for the day, surprisingly, the dresses weren't that bad.

I was in a sleek, black dress that went to my ankles. The collar wrapped around my neck and covered my entire chest, it was sleeveless. The only thing that I didn't like about it was the slits in the sides by my legs; it made me feel self-conscious. However, I did feel kinda pretty.

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As I followed Fleetway down to the dining room I was both antsy and hungry. I was antsy about who this "Mistress" bitch was and hungry because, frankly, I haven't eaten since the morning before I was sold off. I have to say I'm probably one of the luckiest ones from that group of slaves; I got bought by a super nice and rich hottie.

"You look really good in that," The head of the house said walking beside me, his eyes tracing my body. I blushed out of embarrassment. "Espio can really do wonders with that fabric of his."

"I guess s-"

"Big brother!" Before I even got to finish my sentence Fleetway was jumped and tackled to the floor by a blue and emerald green blur. I almost jumped out of my fur from how much that took me off guard.

"Hey blueberry!" The yellow heggie chuckled as he sat up and cuddled the person who attacked him, the biggest grin on his face.

I felt jealous swell in the bottom of my stomach from the affection he was giving this blueberry. I don't give a shit if this person if your little brother or not; that should be the way you hug me!

….Wait, what?

"Who's this?" Snapping back from starting a mental war I looked over to the person who tackled him and froze almost immediately.

Was I seeing double?

Sitting on Fleetway's lap was a uke hedgehog who looked almost exactly like me, same build and everything. The only difference was the fact his colors were switched. I had crystal blue eyes; he had emerald green. I had emerald green fur; he had blue fur. I think the lack of food has me hallucinating.

"This is my new mate I was telling you about; his name is Scourge." Fleetway replied, that smile still on his face.

"Wow, really?" He stood up and walked over to me, looking me over in up and down motions. "He's really skinny and his fur could be fluffier….. He also could use some color. Fleety, why did you put him in all black? He'd look good in red too, maybe purple."

Excuse me, asshole, but I'm standing right here you know! I could feel my temper raise as he continued to look me over and criticize me from top to bottom. Who did this pansy think he is?! You can't just talk about someone's flaws right in front of someone! At least do it behind their back, jeez!

As he walked around me I looked him over, what I spaz. He wore a slightly puffy dress -like the victorian ones- that was emerald green with little blue details. His eyes sparkled and his coat looked super fluffy, like a dogs. He was really annoying.

"Scourge, my love, this is my little brother, sonic." He stood up and hugged the little brat. "Well, he's adopted, but I still love him. He just came back from school and will be staying with us for the next month or so. "

"That's…. great," I said holding in a groan of disappointment as the headache I was forming from all the annoyance came raging. A month with this over energized moron? What next?