Title: Chapter IV: Touch
Writer: Madame aZure
Fandom: Noblesse;
Pairing: None
Genre: Family;
Rating: K;
Warnings: there are no warnings for this chapter. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: I do not own Noblesse or any of the characters. No trademark infringement or profit is meant from the writing of this fanfiction.
Author's Note: ben4kevin asked for Raizel/Little!M-21 moments.
"Frankenstein, I require your assistance," Raizel's voice echoed through the mental link, calling his loyal servant.
"Yes, Master," Frankenstein promptly answered, ready to serve him.
"M-21 has fallen asleep on me. What should I do?" the Noblesse asked, looking at the little child leaning against him, sleeping peacefully.
"I will come right away and take him to his room," the scientist said and Raizel could visualize him standing up from his desk to come and solve the problem.
"There is no need," the noble stopped him. "I only wish to know what would make his sleep more comfortable," he had little experience with small children and would rather trust Frankenstein's judgment, given that he was originally a human, much like M-21, and he was sure to have the proper information on the matter.
"Oh," Frankenstein said, amusement flowing through the link." See that he is covered with a blanket and that he is in a comfortable position. Also, children find it calming when someone caresses their head."
Raizel gently guided the little one's head on his lap, careful not to wake him, his touch so delicate M-21 hardly felt it. With an elegant wave of hand, the noble materialized a blanket over him, just like Frankenstein told him to, making sure the texture was perfect for the child. The werewolf curled against the noble like a cat, shifting to be as close to him as possible, letting out a short pleased sigh.
The Noblesse frowned a little, pondering how exactly he should caress the child. Harming him was out of question, as Raizel carried himself with so much care, grace and elegance it was practically impossible for him to hurt anyone unless he wished so – complete control over his abilities was one of his fundamental attributes as Noblesse. The issue was that he was a little… inexperienced when it came to physical touches. Compared to the nobles, humans were naturally more tactile in their interpersonal relationships – kisses, hugs, pats on the shoulder, handshakes, a lot of their emotions were expressed through little touches.
Raizel was hesitating, considering how exactly he should caress M-21, how much pressure he should put in his touch, what were the perfect moves, the rhythm he should follow. His hand descended slowly into the child's silver hair, carefully threading his fingers through the silky locks. He smiled shyly, seeing as the werewolf did not stir at the initial contact, continuing to sleep soundly. Now more confident that he had chosen the proper caressing technique, Raizel continued, not knowing that his touch was in fact far too delicate. After a few moments, M-21's lips curled into a smile and he giggled softly in his sleep, tickled by the feather-like touches. Letting out a short huff, the child reflexively reached to catch whatever was tickling him, grasping the noble's hand.
"He is laughing," the noble's brows rose in surprise at the child's reaction, looking at the little hand curled around two of his fingers in a determined grip.
"It appears that he is ticklish," Frankenstein chuckled lightly. "I would advise against continuing tickling him as it might wake him up."
Considering that shaking free from the child's grasp would wake him up, Raizel let him hold his hand. Using his other hand and taking into account the scientist's advice, the noble put just a little more pressure at the tip of his fingers, caressing the werewolf once again. M-21 seemed to like it, sighing in content, bringing Raizel's hand to his chest, keeping it close to his heart.
TO BE CONTINUED… :)