When Fran woke up the next morning, she screamed and fell out of the bed; or at least she tried to. A hand covered her mouth and an arm wrapped around her waist. "Master, it's me; Sungsirrow. You were crying in your sleep and called me. I came to you and held you throughout the night. Please calm down." The man telling her this was in fact a young boy around 12 with fiery orange hair and big dark eyes. Fran knew the boy was telling the truth as soon as she saw those eyes of his.
"Sung, how are you like this? What happened?" Fran asked confused.
"Master, surely you feel it as well, a change in yourself because of our bind last night. When you made me your familiar, I gained a human form so I could protect you even more. My form is that which you most desire in a human male. I didn't know you had a thing for little boys, master." Sung explained and teased.
"I don't, but I guess I wanted a young idol; an innocence that I feel like I've lost since my first encounter with Damien. I've always wanted a brother to cherish as well. Is that bad?" Fran asked worriedly.
Sung shook his head and kissed her forehead. "I'm going out to get scouted so I can become an idol and protect you." With that said, Sung vanished in a fiery wind leaving Fran alone once again.
Fran got out of bed and declared that she was going to school and to her father's place of residence. Japan couldn't have too many mansions…
