He is My Master

4: Dungeon Treasure Hunt!

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"Look, can't we pretend I was broken? Then I wouldn't need a leash," Sonic suggested, eyeing the offensive item in Shadow's hand unwillingly.

Shadow looked at the blue hedgehog. Sonic stood there, head tilted to one side, his eyes and fur bright and shining, ears pricked forward and expression curious. Feet stuck in battered, bright red sneakers occasionally tapped the floor in impatience while his white-gloved hands were either gesturing animatedly, or crossed in front of his chest, shoulders either squared in challenge or relaxed in content, his posture always suggesting a self-assurance backed by an not unimpressive ego and even more fighting skill.

When Sonic raised his left eye ridge, asking "Well?", Shadow sighed.

"Faker, there is not one aspect of you that would suggest submission. Here are dignitaries running around looking more slave-like than you."

"Hey, can I help my good looks?" Sonic asked, grinning, before becoming serious again and more sombre. "So that means I can't take a step without some piece of leather dangling from my neck, yes?"

Shadow shrugged. "Not today, anyway. Maybe we can work something out later. But if you would finally come over here, maybe we'd find the Emerald in an hour's time and wouldn't even have to have this discussion. Meaning, move it."

Sonic huffed in displeasure, then sighed and stepped over to Shadow. He grimaced as the other one raised the leash, looking as if he had to receive another whipping, but turned his head aside obediently so Shadow could hook the thing in. Again, the gloved fingers of the other where they touched his throat and chest in the process sent shivers down his spine, but Sonic forced himself not to react. It was confusing him and he tried not to think about it, yet he couldn't help but breathe a tiny sigh of relief as the black hedgehog stepped back again.

Shadow gave the leash an experimental tug, at which Sonic scowled faintly, and when everything seemed to be in order, the pair made for the door.

Shadow led the way, Sonic walking slightly behind him, feeling uncomfortable with the leash around his neck, twisting his head involuntarily at times. Yet it was odd – he still didn't like neither the leash nor the collar, yet his resistance wasn't as great as it had been when it was the cat holding him. Somehow, when it was Shadow in possession of the leash, the urge to run became a bit fainter...

He looked at Shadow again and had to admit he liked what he saw – unlike the grey-furred, elderly cat servant, the black hedgehog carried himself with a certain pride and his stance suggested energy and refined strength, which Sonic always appreciated in both allies and opponents. Furthermore, while Jet, for example, always moved about with an aura of boastfulness bordering on arrogance (and Sonic had to admit he himself wasn't entirely innocent in that department, either), almost as if he had to challenge everyone he saw, Shadow was entirely different.

He walked with an air of assured calmness, the opposite to Sonic whose moods were as consistent and his temper as tranquil as a butterfly in a tornado. Sonic regarded Shadow as an equal, so while it was still a bit embarrassing to be led around like a pet it wasn't as bad as it had been with the aged cat.

The Ultimate Lifeform was a bit like Knuckles, the blue speedster mused, but Sonic liked the fact that Shadow, like himself, wasn't tied down by anything. He didn't need a giant green gem stone to cool down. Rather, the black hedgehog was his own resting place and Sonic, leashed and trotting along behind Shadow, wondered whether that might be why he often sought out the other's company...and right now didn't mind that terribly to have him holding him. Shadow, the calm eye of Sonic's tornado?