He is My Master

6: Dora the Explorer? no, wait.

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Sonic woke up and found he was hugging a cushion.

"Mmmh...huh?" he mumbled unintelligibly, releasing his feathery captive and trying to make sense of what he had been doing.

"Morning, Faker. Slept well?"

This time, remembering where he was didn't come nearly as much as a shock. Sonic blinked a few times until he beheld Shadow sitting at the writing desk a bit more clearly and already knew where he was again. Black Doom's castle, the familiar feel of the collar around his neck – and even if Sonic had gotten mildly used to it, it was still annoying – and thankfully, his wrists pleasantly free of handcuffs. Sonic got up and stretched himself, relishing his permitted freedom.

"Uh-huh, I did. Actually I think I slept better than in a long time – when we get outta here, I wanna take this mattress with me," the blue hedgehog replied, grinning and twisting to warm himself up for the day.

"Is that so," Shadow said non-committally at that, even if he couldn't help but give a small smile. He had managed to protect Sonic after all, even if only from a night of bad sleep. And it had felt pretty good.

"So, food already here?" the blue speedster asked, walking up to Shadow and peering over his shoulder at the book the other hedgehog was reading. "Geez, didn't you sleep at all last night?"

"A bit." Shadow shrugged. "No idea when breakfast's supposed to arrive, or Greytail comes to pick up my books for the lessons. This backward reality needs a clock."

"And less collars," Sonic supplied, studying himself in the mirror again, frowning. Shadow stepped up to him.

"You're still having problems with it?"

"It's degrading," Sonic replied, forcing himself not to blush. Looking at the mirror, the pair of them really did look genuine – Sonic was collared and awkward because of it, his ears folded because he had bent them backwards in his sleep, while Shadow stood next to him, same in height but a lot more smug in demeanour, plus he had grasped the leash from the table again – the perfect picture of a Master and his slave. Sonic quickly turned away, saying the first thing he could think of for a topic change. "Do you think we could overthrow Black Doom?"

"What?!" Now Shadow looked startled. "When did you come up with that idea?"

"Well..." Sonic, where he was leaning against the window sill, turned around. "Think about it. We both know he is a sadistic dictator, he can't possibly be good for the people who live here. You've seen that torture chamber! We can't just let him go about his business, that guy needs to be stopped!" the blue hero pressed, gesturing urgently.

Shadow just looked at Sonic, unimpressed. "And how is that going to get us home?"

"That's not the point, Shads. Try doing something unselfish for once."

The disinterested gaze of the black hedgehog suddenly turned into a glare. The rational part of his brain told him that Sonic hadn't meant that remark quite as it had sounded to him, but another side of him was hurt. Hadn't he been trying to be thoughtful and considerate the entire time while they were here? He had given Sonic his proper name, had done everything he could think of so the blue hedgehog wouldn't be lashed, had even calmed him down while he was having a nightmare, all without even knowing why he was doing it?! Somehow, Shadow felt...betrayed. And hurt. He turned his back towards Sonic.