Disclaimer: Noblesse is not mine.

Chapter 1: Relax

"You wanted to see me, Boss?"

"Ah, M-21." Said Frankenstein, "Good timing, I wanted to talk to you about the progress on our experiments. "

M-21 remained standing behind the visitor's chair. "I thought you already perfected your Ramen recipe?" he asked.

"Yes, and that's the problem," said Frankenstein, "It's already perfect. I have now, nothing to please him with."

Frankenstein removed his glasses and with a sigh. "I have long perfected my Tea-making technique. And I have already presented him with various manuals on how to use human technology in this house. What else can I do?"

"Why don't you help him with that game he keeps playing with the kids?" suggested M-21."

"No matter what tips and tricks I give him, it seems that he will not be winning in that game in the future.."

"It couldn't be that hard, right?" asked M-21 incredulously.

"You misunderstand," said Frankenstein. He stood up from his desk and walked over the open window. "Master is unable to take a human life.-even in a game."

Heh. "That explains it."M-21 smirked. "Maybe you should get him a massage." He said absently.

Frankenstein rubbed his chin absently. "…a massage…what makes you think.. he would like that?"

"He always sits so stiffly," said M-21. "I'm sure it would help him relax." A faint tinge of pink appeared on his cheeks.

Frankenstein remained silent for a while, but as if suddenly making up his mind, he said, "That's a very good idea, M-21. I'm glad I asked you. He crossed to his desk and opened his laptop. "We must start at once! I will research some techniques and I will summon you when I am ready to try it out."

M-21's eyes widened. "What do you mean, 'try it out..?'"

"We will proceed as before," Frankenstein said absently as he tapped some things on his keyboard. "With your help, I'm sure we can perfect this technique in no time."

M-21 shuddered and turned his face away from him. "Why don't you just spend the day at the spa, or maybe bring a masseuse at the house?"

Frankenstein's fingers hovered above the keyboard. "Perhaps you are not willing to help me?" His eyes flashed.

"N-no!" M-21 gulped. "I will help. I'm just wondering why you have to do it personally."

"Of course, it is my duty. " Frankenstein said as he adjusted his glasses. "I live to serve master. I must perfect this technique so that he may call on me whenever he wants to relax." He returned to what he was typing on his laptop. "That is all, wait for my summons."

xxx

Tao and Takeo were lounging on the sofa when M-21 shuffled in from the door. They jumped up at once when they saw him covered in bruises.

"What happened?!" said Takeo, instinctively reaching for the gun in his holster. Why didn't you call us?

"Was it the union?" asked Tao, his senses on high alert as offered to guide M-21 the sofa.

M-21 lifted his head, as if just noticing the pair of them now. "This is nothing." he said. "I was just with the boss."

"You were sparring with the boss?" inquired Takeo, slowly lowering his hand from his grip on his gun.

Tao slumped back on the sofa. "No fair!" he complained. "Why didn't you invite us, too?"

"No, nothing like that." M-21 tried to explain. "We weren't sparring. I was just helping him with a new experiment."

Silence.

"That bast-!.." Takeo swore as he started to move in the direction of the elevator.

Tao stood abruptly and put a hand on his Takeo's shoulder "M-21 you shouldn't have to do that!" Tao gritted his teeth and looked pointedly at Takeo. "We'll talk to the boss and volunteer in your place."

They moved to exit the room when M-21 exhaled loudly.

"You misunderstand." Said M-21. "It was a massage."

Silence greeted his words. A faint tinge of pink started to blossom in his ears.

"Can you repeat that?" said Tao.

"You massaged the Boss?" Takeo said at the same time.

Tao and Takeo exchanged glances.

M-21 pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, Boss was trying out massage techniques on me." He said quickly.

A shudder ran through Tao's spine.

"Is there any specific reason why he would be massaging you?" Takeo cringed inwardly.

M-21 waved for them to sit back down on the sofa. "Apparently his Ramen recipe is already perfect so he's looking for other to things to that can please his master."

"Wait a minute.." said Tao, realization dawning on him. "Those bruises are from.."

The door opened and Frankenstein glided into the room. "M-21, I was looking for you. You left before I could give you this." He said as he handed a sheet of paper to M-21.

"Just fill that up and return it to me after."

M-21 glanced at the paper and nodded once before stowing it inside his pocket.

"Tao, Takeo." Frankenstein turned to the other two, "will you help me with something in the lab?"

Tao froze mid bite into a biscuit.

Takeo suppressed a shudder.

"Sorry Boss…" Tao's started as his eyes darted around the room. He was striving to fabricate a feasible excuse.

"…Actually, Takeo and I were just heading out. We need to buy something to upgrade the school security system." He finished.

Frankenstein poured himself a cup of coffee and walked across the living room. "It cannot be helped then," he conceded.

"Come with M-21 tomorrow. I'll see you then." He promptly turned his back and left the room.

XXX

"Master, I have prepared something for you." Frankenstein bowed. "I hope it will please you."

EAGERNESS. ANXIOUSNESS. DEVOTION.

Raizel quietly placed his teacup down on the saucer and gazed at him.

"If you would follow me.." Frankenstein continued, seeing as his master had no intention of replying. "…I have prepared a room where you may relax."

EAGERNESS. ANXIOUSNESS. DEVOTION.

Raizel slowly stood up and followed his servant out into the hallway.

Frankenstein led him to an unknown area at the opposite side of the house. He stopped and opened a door at the end of the corridor. "After you." he said, as he held the door open.

"The room was obviously newly furnished. A huge 4-poster bed laid diagonally across the room. A fireplace crackled merrily at the center of the far wall. The lights were turned off, instead countless candles flickered at the sides of room, casting a soft glow and releasing a faint lavender scent.

Raizel stopped at the foot of the bed, and glanced curiously at his servant.

"If you please," Frankenstein bowed low, "I have prepared a bath in the other room. Allow me to help you undress."

"It is of no matter," Raizel slightly lifted his finger and instantly shed his clothes. He proceeded to walk towards the bathroom.

A large cast iron tub stood in the middle of the bathroom. Several flower petals floated on the top of the hot water. The walls were tiled all the way up in white stone and like the bedroom, several candles lay burning at the sides.

Raizel elegantly entered the tub and sat down.

Frankenstein waited patiently at the tubs side. He allowed his master to soak for several minutes before offering his service. "May I wash your back, Master?" he asked humbly.

He did not answer but gave an almost imperceptible nod.

Frankenstein methodologically washed his master's back and arms; scrubbing lightly with years of experience. "Master, if you would stand, I will rinse you off."

He gently patted his master down and turned around to get a bathrobe. He held it out and waited patiently.

Raizel briefly glanced at the foreign clothing and said, "There is no need." He lifted a slim finger and was instantly clothed.

"M-master!" Frankenstein gasped. "There is more. This is but the start of my preparations. Please return to as you were and wear this instead."

SHOCK. NERVOUSNESS. UNCERTAINTY.

Raizel once again glanced curiously at the foreign clothing. "As you wish." He shed his clothes and stepped into the robe his servant held out.

Frankenstein sighed in relief. "Please follow me into the bedroom. He held the door open and waited for his Master to pass.

Raizel stood placidly by the large bed and waited for his servant's instructions.

"Master, please remove your robe and lie down on your front." he directed. " I will drape this towel over you."

Raizel glanced curiously from his servant to the bed and back again. Frankenstein waited patiently with his eyes closed and a towel in hand.

When Raizel was calmly laying on the bed he slowly laid the towel over him and turned his attention to the night stand.

He took a bottle of massage oil and poured some into his hands. A scent of lavender and roses permeated the air as he rubbed gently to warm the oil. He glanced uncertainly towards his master.

Raizel was unmoving on the bed, with his head turned away from him.

Frankenstein walked towards the bed. "This is a custom amongst the humans, " he explained patiently. " It is said to be very relaxing and alleviates stress from the body."

Frankenstein exhaled nervously and poised his hands over his masters back. " Master, I ask permission to touch you."

"You may." He replied.

Aahh. Frankenstein thought. Master is relaxed. Is this enjoyable? I wonder if the pressure is acceptable.

Is this adequate enough… Frankenstein's thoughts jumbled together as he massaged his master dutifully.

Maybe I should increase the pressure.. I wonder if I should use more massage oil… Is it too warm in here.. That candle is burning dangerously low, it will burn out soon.. I forgot music!...is it too late to put some on… such a stupid mistake..

ANXIETY. WORRY. NERVOUSNESS.

"Frankenstein. "

"Yes, Master."

"I am content."

Frankenstein sighed and continued his ministrations as his masters eyelids fluttered close.

He worked his way down and systematically kneaded his muscles.

After an hour and half, Frankenstein gazed upon his master's content face. He smiled inwardly and stood up from the bed.

Success. He thought to himself. Masters looks peaceful and relaxed.

He stood by the side of the bed and poised with an open bathrobe.

"Master."

No response.

"Master?" Frankenstein tried again.

CONFUSION. ANXIOUSNESS. CONCERN.

Is he sleeping? Frankenstein moved a little bit closer to the bed and listened carefully to his master's breathing.

Was it too good? He wondered to himself. Although I want Master to relax, he will not like falling asleep. What if he does not consent to do this again? Frankenstein was once again lost in his thoughts.

SADNESS. LONGING. DEVOTION.

He moved a bit more closer and tried to sense his Master's aura. What if he doesn't wake up?!

His hands clenched as his heart alarmingly beat faster.

DISTRESS. CONCERN. PANIC.

He will not be pleased if he wakes up to find the world changed again. What if it is centuries before he rises from his sleep… Frankenstein started pacing restlessly.

PANIC. PANIC. PANIC.

Master! he cried inwardly. Please forgive me. I will never do this again! I only wanted to please you.

He fell to his knees and sobbed at his Master's side.

"Frankenstein."

He looked up from his anguish. "Master!" he cried.

"You are too noisy."

"I-I beg your pardon, Master. " coughed Frankenstein as he stood up, embarrassed. " I will leave you to relax. Please call on me when you are ready to rise."

A/N: Thank you for reading this! This is my very first fanfic ever. Reviews are welcome!

I actually wanted to butcher this into chapters, but it seems too short if I did that. I have already planned out the next chapters but haven't started on typing them out.

For those who are wondering, there is no romance, fluff, lemon or yaoi in this story. Sorry to disappoint. Not that I have anything against that, I WAS inspired by something similar. I wanted this to be a light fic. I might be inspired to write a MA version of this if there are people willing to read it.

For those of you who do not know. It is not uncommon in the early ages for lords and ladies to have servants who bathe and clothe them. These are the purpose of squires and ladies in waiting that some of you take for granted in stories. It is not really all that unusual, if you think about it. Nudity is not that big a deal in some countries.

Additional A/N: For the last part, if you haven't noticed. the ones underlined in all caps are the emotions that can be sensed by RAI. I've always thought that he doesn't consciously want to read other peoples minds. So he turns that off, but he can still sense what they are feeling.