The Mating Habits of a Beast Master
By: Redfox and Megane-chan [: P Bleh]
"The nerve of that guy and his driving eyeballs!"
Disclaimer: Yes, Megane-chan and I happen to be doing this double writing thingy but despite all that we are not, I repeat, ARE NOT Rando Ayamine and Yuya Aoki cries leave us alone!!! We don't own anything OK?! [= P neither do you. Beh.]
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Fuyuki Shido woke up feeling strange that morning. Yes, he WAS sleeping on a tree far, far away from the ground with birds resting on his arms and head with a lion apparently asleep below him nestled with several other animals, but that was typical. Daily typical even.
No, it wasn't the large mansion in the background nor was it the blind girl sleeping peacefully in her bed by a window a few meters away from the Beast Master's tree.
Well, maybe it was the blind girl but not in the way that seemed unnatural. He was used to waking up in the morning to an eyeful of a sleeping Madoka-chan.
This particular morning was strange and Shido knew it. For one thing, he felt like jumping off the branch to run about and sing and prance and to just hug about every person he was sure to meet that day, perhaps even Raitei and Mido if they came for a pleasant little visit and a cup of tea served with scones. For another, recalling that movie Madoka made him watch on video about a girl and seven short men, he wanted to wake the birds asleep on his shoulders to nicely ask them [no whistling whatsoever involved] to create a copy of Snow White's trademark flower garments for his own use.
There was definitely something wrong this morning.
The sun shone brightly tilting naturally towards the eastern end of the world, signaling that the hour he chose to wake was perhaps around eight or nine o' the clock. The wind blew steadily into his face, a mirror image of his strange and unnatural good mood that morning. Shido would have chosen to lie still for a while more had his mood not been bothering him.
He woke the birds that remained asleep by their trusted human companion and resisted the urge to sing along to their whistles and calls. An urge he knew he would not be able to keep for long.
Indeed, as Madoka made her way to him that very morning, Shido, the tough guy Beast Master she knew and cared for, was whistling a happy little tune.
Normally, she'd find herself sitting up to feel the sun on her face but something kept her down. A nagging feeling at the back of her head she just couldn't put her finger on. Maybe it was just a dream she had, one she forgot when her mind was jolted back to the realm of the real world.
She stretched as she sat up and turned to peacefully stroke Mozart's fur. He panted and enjoyed it as he always had in the past, now it seemed her preferred Shido's mild touches to Madoka's own but she found that she didn't mind. She knew the charm the man had and that it could not help but work on animals… and on her.
Madoka pushed the heavy covers off her as she left her bed to close the window, a warning Shido gave about her seen through the window whenever she would dress up ["Such a nice man," She had said]. Her silk nightgown swished from side to side gracefully as she moved, the etiquette god had been merciful to her and gave her the natural woman movement only laborious etiquette lessons could provide [or fail to attend to].
Her clothes were ready on a hanger by the closet door; the maids came in early to see to it that their mistress wouldn't look strange in the outfits that she chose personally, so she made a move to put them on.
Decency was apparently very hard to achieve when your guide dog was pestering you to play a game.
"What is it Mozart?" She bent down to pet him, holding her blue and white dress to her partially naked body. The dog had refused to stop pawing at her, his signal to "come, scratch my stomach and watch me joyfully move my leg in ecstasy."
He barked then rolled over to reveal his soft pink tummy. The large Pomeranian was strangely playful that morning.
Madoka heaved a loud sigh and giggled when Mozart's leg began to scratch at the air. She continued until her back was nearly sore from bending over and even then the dog still decided that he hadn't had enough yet.
"Mozart!" The said dog's owner yelped. He pawed at her legs playfully, "Stop it."
A few flashbacks to dance and ballet class later, Madoka found herself dressed and dolled up in her blue and white dress headed for the garden; her favorite place to wander around in before her day officially started.
Now, problem was getting Mozart to concentrate on something other than playing around with his master…The birds were shocked. No matter how well the Beast Master treated them, no matter if he called them his friends, there was never a time in the long period that they knew him when he whistled, let alone sang to their cheerful tunes.
If given the decision of placing the information on a chart the group of animals may have very well placed Madoka on the "Majority singing list," Shido on the lower half with a sign on top of the name virtually yelling out to the world, "SHIDO FUYUKI DOES NOT SING" and the world would understand fully.
But that didn't mean he was an exception to hormones which may be the cause for his good mood.
Shido voiced out the words that were on his tongue the moment the birds whistled it for him, "Whistle a happy tune… tan-a-na-na-na… Whistle—"
Indeed it scared them to the ends of hell and back, and when they voiced [whistled] their concerns to their friend all he did was shrug indifferently.
Despite all this, being animals, empathetic to the feeling of others, especially their very own Beast Master began feeling the light headed good mood that started when Shido woke up. The lion sat up straight and yawned, feeling that sleep at this point in time was unneeded and the birds, although they sang quite loud, whistled their happy little tune even louder. Little heads even poked out of their tree's to peer at the scene; curious looking squirrels just crossed the boarder of 'Snow White' wannabe look-a-likes and this made Shido want to laugh.
Unfortunately for Shido, the laugh he was about to let loose got caught in his throat as Madoka called him from a far. It caught in his throat, choking him as it went down the pipe laughter really shouldn't go down through causing him to recoil and bump his head against the tree trunk he was leaning against.
"Shido-kun?" The blind girl inquired curiously, her soft features creased at the forehead in concern, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I just bumped my head." Said Beast Master rubbed the back of his sore head.
"Oh, was that me?"
Shido shook his head and smiled at Madoka, "No, no. That was me."
"OK," The girl still looked a little bit unsure but her face lit up with instantly as she remembered something she had to tell her companion, "Um, Shido-kun. There seems to be something wrong with Mozart. He's been too playful this morning."
"Really?" Shido decided not to mention his bizarre good mood and the fact that all animals within in a 2 kilometer radius mirrored his own emotions and feelings. He bent down to pet a panting Mozart, "He seems fine..."
"Oh, That's good, arigatou Shido-kun."
He felt blood rush to his cheeks, a very strange thing to occur to the Beast Master and for once, he thanked the gods that Madoka wouldn't be able to see his face.
"N-No problem," Shido swallowed the lump in his throat, looking anxiously at Madoka, unable to tear his eyes away from the violinist, "N-No problem at all."
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Redfox: That was getting long. Sorry if the ending just suddenly… ended. = P There are more chapters coming up... just a bit hard to keep writing them. --;; Review pls!