Anime and Game Fart Drabbles

A Butlers' Duty

Sakuma walked throughout the halls of the mansion, holding a clipboard. His posture was perfect, and his stride was dignified. His dark blue hair was done up just so, and there wasn't a single wrinkle in his navy uniform, or the tiniest smudge on his glasses. Such were the makings of the Kamishiro Mansion's head butler. He had studied for years at the best butler academy in England, and graduated with flying colors. Sakuma devoted his whole life; his whole being, to becoming the perfect butler. That certainly didn't stop when Tomoaki Maeda came to the estate a fated few weeks ago. Even if he was a temporary master, the man wouldn't dream of slacking off. It wasn't in his nature.

That morning, Tomoaki lay sleeping in the master bedroom, while the other members in the house were wide awake.
Sakuma walked up to the windows, ticking a box on his checklist. The glass was spotless, as he liked. He made a mental note to give Arisato a compliment on it later. The older man then made his way to the kitchen, a complaint already in his mind. Breakfast was taking far too long, and he'd be giving that no good chef an earful for it.

He swung open the door, a wonderfuly sweet smell filling his nose. Despite how deliciously divine the scent was, he kept the stern look on his face unwavering.

"Komine, our master ordered a small breakfast of toast and rolled egg this morning. What on Earth is taking you so long?," he complained, sucking his teeth when he saw the Kansai man flipping a large fluffy pancake.

"Aw, get of my case, Sakuma! Yer always givin' me a hard time!"
Komine put a hand on his hip, turning to his superior. He didn't even need to look at what he was making, being so excellent at his craft.

"Because your reputation for being an addlepated clot-head precedes you...," he deadpanned.

"Yea yea! And you gotta reputation for usin' big words I don't understand. So there."
Komine cleared his throat, placing the last pancake atop the pristine pile.
"Breakfast is just takin' a little longer. I wanted to make something yummy for Tommy s'all."

Sakuma's forehead ticked, glaring icy daggers through the lens of his glasses.
"That's certainly not what Master asked for. "

"Well- Yeah."
Komine blew air from his lips, waving off his comment.
"But that was borin' though! Tommy needs something more hearty! The man needs some meat on his bones!"

"Why must you be so bull headed? You cannot just go against Master's orders whenever you please- And honestly, I've said it a thousand times, please refrain from calling him anything but Master! It is highly disrespectful!"

Komine sighed deeply, handing Sakuma the tray of food. What an absolute feast! Bacon, pancakes, rolled egg, fruit, toast, and a glass of OJ. It was more than anyone needed when they first woke up, really.
"Here! He doesn't hafta eat it all, but I felt like makin' it. My pride as a cook's on the line over here!"

The butler stared down at the food, thinking about tossing it, and making Komine start again from scratch. He didn't do that of course, since he had kept his master waiting long enough.
"Fine then, but blatant disobedience of our Master won't be tolerated in the future. Understand?," Sakuma asked, lifting a brow.

"Yeah, yeah! I bet anything he'll be happy though! You just wait and see!"

"Indeed."
Sakuma blinked, then swiftly exited the kitchen. He was quick, but careful, as to not drop anything. Ever since his butler school days, he was skilled in the art of balancing plates. He hardly had to think about it anymore.
Sakuma went one handed, checking his pocket watch with the other. Five minutes past schedule. He shuddered. Tardiness was blasphemy for a butler.

Finally, he reached Tomoaki's room, knocking once before entering for the sake of being polite. Knowing Maeda, he would be sleeping like a log though. The door cracked open, and Sakuma cracked the faintest smile. His master's sleeping face was so utterly adorable, a drastic change compared to how he was awake.
He set the food down on the nightstand, speaking ever so gently. He didn't want to give his lord a rude awakening after all.