Amira and Satira both looked up as the walls shook with Yoko's anger.

"What did you do this time?!" Amira demanded. Satira looked at the floor as she played with her tail.

"I sorta….dyed half of his clothes pink." She said, smoothing out her tail. Amira put a hand to her face to hide the smile as Satira looked at her with another small smile. Both smiles faded when Yoko burst into the room, holding one of the pink articles of clothing.

"Satira!" he said, his face red. Amira stood up.

"I'll go." She said as she took another look at the pink clothing.

"I think that is your color Yoko!" she said with a giggle as Yoko glared at her and she made her way out, laughing down the hall. Satira smiled at Amira's reaction but her face fell when Yoko slammed the door shut. Satira bit her lip nervously as Yoko advanced on her. Satira moved back until she was pinned against the wall and Yoko was towering angrily over her.

"You dyed my clothes PINK!" He shouted at her.

"They aren't ALL pink." Satira said calmly. "Only half."

"That just proves you did it on purpose!" Yoko yelled.

"Maybe it wasn't!" Satira shot back. "I mean I was up all last night remember! I was so tired and I didn't really notice…"

"You were up all last night because you decided that you were going to play pranks instead of doing your job!" Yoko interrupted angrily.

"NO, I was up because someone can't take a joke!" Satira replied. Yoko's eyes grew even harder as Satira looked at the floor. He grabbed her chin and tilted it up to look at him and he saw she was biting her lip again. Her eyes showed that she was nervous about what he would do to her as punishment this time.

"You are going to spend the rest of the day making sure that my clothes are back to their normal color!" Yoko said evenly, his face close to hers. Satira looked at him angrily.

"I can't do that! They are dyed now! They are going to be pink no matter how many times I wash them!" She argued.

"You better hope that they do turn white or you won't like what happens." Yoko said his voice low.

"And if I can't get them white?" Satira asked, her hands balling into fists.

"Then you will find a way to replace those and…" His mind searched for something that would be a suitable punishment. He couldn't keep denying her food or rest. Just by looking at her he could see she was about ready to drop. But then his eyes landed on her locket. That's what he would do. He would keep her locket until she started acting right.

"And I'll take your locket." He finished. Satira's eyes immediately widened with fear as she gripped it tightly in her hands and pressed herself further against the wall. Yoko was surprised at the reaction and almost took it back, he would never do that to her. Not now that he knew how scared she was the he would take it.

"You can't!" she said, almost pleadingly.

"I will do what I have to too keep my servants in line." Yoko said angrily. "I won't tolerate disrespect!"

"You can't take it from me!" She said defiantly; trying to keep from crying. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Then don't give me a reason too." Yoko said as he turned to leave. "Bring the clothes to my room when you are done. And they better be the right color!" he added as he left the room. Satira stood there trembling for a moment as she flung herself on the bed and buried her face in the pillow to cry.

Yoko leaned against the side of the wall, listening to her sobs and wondering why his heart was breaking.