He is My Master

9: Only on Paper?

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"Right. You ready?"

Sonic merely nodded, before Shadow opened the door further and two spiky silhouettes slipped out into the corridor noiselessly, the time late after midnight. Neither the soft soles of Sonic's sneakers nor the faintly glowing jets embedded into the skates of Shadow made any discernible sound as the two shadows vanished into the darkness, both moving with a stealth that belied their boisterous attacks in battle, neither of them a stranger to missions that included sneaking into a base undetected.

Triangular ears twitched as the shapes darted from corner to corner, picking up even the faintest tread of guards from corridors away, keeping out of their way instinctively. Both sleek forms moved in perfect harmony and synchronization, a look and a nod all that was necessary for ascertaining when to run and when to hide.

Sonic thought it almost funny.

As if Shads and I had already been with each other for years, he thought. Odd, but maybe it's just because we're both the fastest things alive – I'm not the only one of my kind anymore...

Which was kind of a nice thought, if you phrased it that way. Sonic even dwelled on it, a faint smile playing on his lips right until they stopped in front of a door.

"Here?"

Shadow nodded, before quietly opening it, peeking inside. "Yes," he whispered. "These are the chambers of Black Doom, where he lives when he isn't sitting in the throne room for official business. A cleaning slave girl showed them to me."

"A cleaning slave? Was she a mongoose?"

"Is that important in any way? She was just a slave," Shadow whispered, growing slightly irritated again.

"Shads! She was an individual just like you and me! You could at least have been polite and asked for her name or something!" Sonic hissed behind him, carefully stepping into the large, office-like room, cupboards and shelves full with documents and papers everywhere, dominated in the middle by a huge writing desk covered by a map.

"Sonic, do we have to go through this again? Be glad you haven't ended up as a real slave and give this topic a rest."

"...we're not finished about this," the blue hedgehog replied slightly surly, before asking, "So, where does this door lead? His bedroom?" A curious, white-gloved hand already opening the entrance in question.

"Sonic! What if-?" Shadow hissed, alarmed, but it was an unnecessary worry. There was indeed a second room with a (literally) king-sized bed inside, but it, too, was empty.

"Huh. Where is he?" Sonic wondered. "Shouldn't he be sleeping by now? We stayed up way past any sane person's bedtime..." this was accentuated by a yawn.

"And you think 'sane person' would be a fitting description for Black Doom?" Shadow retorted dryly, daring to raise his voice a little as they were seemingly alone. "Let's start searching for the Emerald. If it's anywhere in the castle, it has to be here."

Sonic nodded, and both hedgehogs repeated yesterday's process. Wilted papers were sifted through, old, crested chests opened and gruesome paintings carefully lifted from the wall to see whether there were any concealed holes to maybe hide any magic gems of insane power.

After two hours of concentrated searching, Shadow suddenly noticed that Sonic had stopped working. The collared blue hedgehog stood at the table, seemingly reading the papers in his hand in the faint moonlight from the window. Shadow stepped up to him, frowning.