Oh no!
Bowing, the Servant looked up to his master.
I fell in love with you
Blushing, he looked away from him as his master saw him looking at him. How embarrassing for trash like him to be caught staring at the Ultimate Hope!
And you fell in love with me
His master strides over to him and takes his chin with two fingers. He tilts the Servant's head up and leans in.
What shall we do?
Cold lips touch cold, yet it's like a fire sparked between the two.
It's third of December. The two part as snow falls. Frowning at the Servant's shivering form, his master sheds his hoodie and puts it over him.
"Master, are you sure? Aren't you cold?"
"You look much more physically appealing than I when you wear this. Keep it."
Lips touch again.
Oh and no! What's happened to my heart?
The two break, and it's then the Servant realizes his heart is beating odd. It pounds at his chest, skipping beats.
It pitters and it pats two beats apart
And he's whisked away from his master to serve five kids. And yet he still feels the lingering touch of lips on his. The hoodie is warm against his skin.
Oh no! I am victim of a cupid and his arrow up above
Kotoko is dressed up in a white attire, faux wings from her back. She has a bow and arrow, the bow painted white and pink and delicately carved. The arrow is blunt and has a small capsule of glitter.
She aims the arrow at the Servant as he enters and he's covered in pink glitter, shaped as hearts.
Oh no! I haven't got a chance against the superpowers of romance
"You lo~ove Kamukura-Senpai, don't you Mister Servant?" Monaca asks. She's smiling knowingly. How does a ten year old know so much about romance? the Servant wonders.
"A-ah, do I?" The Servant thinks for a moment, but it's undeniable. He's fallen in love with Izuru Kamukura.
Here we go, here we go like a roller coaster high and low
The kids are up to something. Even the Servant can tell, with that trash of a brain he has. "What are you up to?"
"Hush!"
"Ah, sorry." And he's attacked, dragged to another room. The five are surrounding him, holding clothes and makeup products and accessories.
And there's no returning from this twisting turning we are caught up in the undertow
He's put in a maid dress.
"Now your mister Maid!" The five are lined up in front of him, adding features to him as they go.
A brush of cool paint is gliding against his skin, creating a new painting.
And we're never ever gonna slow down
The mirror in front of him shows exactly what his looks like. Hairpins and clips decorate his hair, painted hearts and what-not on his face, and the maid dress is frilly with lace, and the fabric is transparent enough to show is lace lingerie.
How embarrassing. Trash like him shouldn't even get nice clothes like these!
Oh no! There's danger up ahead so say your prayers- we might be dead
The Ultimate Luck- Makoto Naegi- stands in front of the seven, aiming their weapons and guns at them. He's still dressed in a maid dress, and his master holds his arm protectively.
Oh no! If we're going to die I'll let you give me one last kiss goodbye.
Eying the army, his master makes a decision. He tugs the Servant into a kiss, whispering his plans. "I will fight and you will run."
"Master-" The Servant gasps as a pistol is put in his hands
"I will not repeat myself. Bring the warriors and leave." He's unable to deny his master's wishes. So he uses his good hand to hold the pistol properly.
"Come on you five, we're leaving," he says. The five run and he turns to see his master fight. His master watches them leave and the Servant shoots at all potent dangers in his sight.
Here we go, here we go like a roller coaster high and low
The rubble is enough to hide their colorful selves, and soon they've taken refuge in a hotel building.
Worried, the Servant paces back and forth.
And there's no returning from this twisting turning we are caught up in the undertow
After discarding his dress and putting on his usual outfit (with the added hoodie), the Servant is ready to leave. A plastic bag is under his arm, holding his maid dress.
"Mister servant!"
And we're never ever gonna slow down
The five crowd around him, hugging him. He smiles- dim but reassuring. "I'll be back. But I need to..."
Born to live for love
The sky is red, and he hears gunshots. He hurries towards the sound. He isn't too late.
Born to wonder free
He fears for a moment that despair might grab a hold of him. But soon he's overcome with hope.
Two believers and serendipity
He loads the gun- just to make sure he's able to fight. He's close. So, so close.
All the paths we'll cross, all the hands we'll play so fantastically unafraid
He stops at the sight. His heart drops.
Here we go, here we go like a roller coaster high and low
Fear and despair.
And there's no returning from this twisting turning we are caught up in the undertow
Has his luck run out?
And we're never ever gonna slow down
He shoots someone- he isn't sure who, but he doesn't care.
Oh no! I fell in love with and you fell in love with me
His master's body has injectors in it and he's knocked out. A small puddle of blood surrounds his body, and his eyes are closed. He isn't breathing.
The world stops, but not for long enough.
What shall we do?
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