A/N: Well, since you liked Sugar…XD

Of Infiltrations and Perverts

Word Count: 600

An adumbral vastness spread over the sky when Urokai slipped into the Noblesse's mansion – amorphous shapes and breaking dawn. It was the only way for him to meet with the Noblesse absent a confrontation with that distasteful human servant lately. Urokai paced back and forth, mumbling under his breath, as he waited for Raizel in the room the Noblesse usually occupied. So absorbed he was in practicing his lines that he did not notice the presence of another being until a shrill voice reverberated in the otherwise quiet space.

"I like you, Raizel-nim. I like you."

His neck snapped toward the source of the unpleasant sound, joints cracking and popping. It was the most bizarre bird he had ever seen, but even more disconcerting was the fact that the damned bird was repeating his lines, as if to compete with him in passion and volume. Urokai approached the stand the offensive bird was perched on haughtily, radiating pure aggression. He huffed and scowled at it.

"I – I like him more, you feathered…harlot!"

The bird ruffled its bright feathers as if to mock him then parted its beak again. Another of his lines emerged from the bird's throat, all but screeched and ear-splitting.

"I love you, Raizel-nim. I love you."

Urokai's cheeks flamed. His hands closed into fists, nails cutting into the soft parts of his palms. He would not lose to a mere…bird.

"It is I who love him most, you raucous…trollop!"

The bird cocked its head to the side but remained silent. Urokai snickered with glee; he was relishing his victory when laughter filled the room. Low and rasp-edged and distinctly familiar.

"You are pathetic, Urokai."

Urokai turned on the human with a vicious glare. "What did you say, human vermin!?"

Frankenstein's steps were languorous, his laughter ebbed to chuckling. He came to stand beside that damned bird then dragged his fingers over its thick plumage. The bird leaned into his touch…and opened its beak once more – only to repeat Frankenstein's insult.

"You are pathetic, Urokai. Pathetic."

Urokai near frothed at the mouth. "Oh you…strumpet of a bird!" He made to lunge for both the bird and the human scum – but froze at the sound of another voice.

"Urokai."

Dipped in apathy, Raizel's voice inundated the room. It slid over Urokai's skin, roused shivers and tingles.

"R-Raizel-nim!"

Urokai watched as Raizel walked toward his designated position by the window. His chest was falling and rising in rapid succession, heart pulsing erratically inside his ribcage. One tilt of Raizel's neck. One licking of Urokai's lips.

"Animals should be treated with kindness."

Urokai swallowed thickly. A smile trembled on his lips. If Raizel liked that bird then Urokai could do nothing less but tolerate the wretched creature.

"O-of course, Raizel-nim. I – I am very fond of that…delightful bird."

His mouth twitched while he yet spoke; his knuckles clenched and turned white. Still, he forced himself to approach the bird and…try to pet it…lovingly. He hated that bird, but more than the bird…he hated that smirk slathered on Frankenstein's lips.

Urokai ground his teeth and reached to pet the bird but before he could, it nipped at his fingers and spoke again in its grating voice.

"You are a pervert, Urokai. Pervert."

Urokai was too stunned to process what the bird had squawked. It wasn't until Frankenstein stroked its feathers and all but purred with sadistic satisfaction that its insult registered in Urokai's mind.

"Good girl."

His blood seethed in his veins; his teeth bled the insides of his cheeks. Urokai exploded in fitful spasms and rage.

"You are the pervert here!"

Of Longing and Misunderstandings

Word Count: 250

The Lord closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"I miss Raizel."

The Lord had been sighing and longing for that person for almost a century now. The younger nobles exchanged wary glances beneath the Lord's dais until Karias took it upon himself to finally address the question all wished to know the answer to. All except Gejutel who drowned a sigh of his own.

"Lord, if I may ask, who is that person?"

The Lord hummed, and though his lids didn't rise, a rueful smile tugged on the corners of his mouth.

"He is a person who closely resembles my daughter. Always staying inside, never having fun. I told him to come live with me and Raskreia but he refused. Perhaps things would have turned out differently if he had." With another sigh, his lashes lifted, and all could see love and pain reflected in his eyes. "I miss him terribly."

Karias' eyes grew wide with shock. The Lord had a…son!? His gaze clashed with Rozaria's who was equally wide-eyed and stunned. Karias knew he couldn't make more inquiries lest he pain the Lord further with memories of that person; there was only one thing he could do.

"Lord." Karias' face was grim, his voice grimmer. "I will become your son."

Silence and tension suffused the throne chamber – then a babeldom erupted.

"Karias…you –"

"What did you say, Karias!?"

"Karias, you cheeky brat!"

The Lord's voice echoed above the cacophony.

"As if I would ever let you marry my daughter!"

Of Palates and Cleaning

Word Count: 150

It was the second time the Lord visited Raizel this year, and though both times the tea had been brewed, Frankenstein was nowhere in sight. Raizel had been the one to actually serve the tea…if the Lord could even call it tea after the obscene amount of sugar Raizel had poured into it. He eyed his untouched cup and shook his head.

"Where is your human, Raizel?"

"He made tea and resumed his duties."

A blond brow rose. "Duties?"

Raizel sipped his tea then hummed softly, pleased with its taste.

"He called it…spring cleaning."

The Lord's face lit up.

"Oh – a human custom? How fascinating!"

"It began last spring…and it has yet to end." A sigh spilled past Raizel's lips. "Frankenstein likes to be…most thorough."

Though the Lord knew nothing of human cleaning methods, he was certain Frankenstein's meticulousness was as unique as Raizel's palate. What a pair they made…