He is My Master

33: This is Sparta!

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Maybe it had been that time when Shadow had framed him and he had been stuck in one of GUN's cells for a whole day, before Amy of all people had had to save him – after trying to coerce him into marriage, of course. But yeah, no. That had actually been okay.

The time when he had tripped over his own shoelaces and crashed into a cactus facefirst while trying to show off in front of a horde of girls when he was twelve? Close, but no.

Or maybe that time when Robotnik had had him strapped to a laboratory table and Rouge had been the one to find him – and make about a dozen inappropriate jokes afterwards about what the scientist had wanted from him. No, not quite.

Or maybe, just *maybe* it's right now, when a former ally of mine is trying to teach me how to crawl 'seductively', Sonic thought acerbically, the hero of Mobius quite sure he had just about reached the most embarrassing moment of his entire life so far.

"Arch your back more. Move your hips," Silver instructed cheerfully and Sonic was hard-pressed not to move his feet – either to the exit or into his trainer's face, that was.

"Look, can't I..."

"Ah. No talking,"

Sonic gnashed his teeth, directing a scorching glare at the wood beneath his hands. Silver had had him and Manic re-arrange the banquet tables into a sort of improvised cat-walk and now he was being forced to stalk across it on all fours – a sure sign for Sonic that he had somehow missed to last exit on the insanity highway to Oz, and Silver was going to turn out to be a wizard any moment now.

"You don't seem to be initiated in the rules of slave-speak much, are you? You should know you're not supposed to refer to yourself as 'I' – after all, you're your Master's property and therefore should designate yourself as 'this slave' or similar," Silver admonished, fortunately unaware of Sonic's nails digging ever so slightly into the table at this point.

Hoo boy. The collared hero rolled his eyes, privately thinking that if he ever got out of here, 'this slave' would like to tell Shadow exactly what he thought of these lessons.

"Now, move. Like this," Silver said – and Sonic's eyes grew wide when suddenly, those gloved hands of his had found their way to his hips and were moving in time to the motions of his legs. The blue hedgehog didn't need a mirror to know he had just lit up like a fireworks display.

Oh, gods...he hung his head briefly in embarrassment, which was, of course, what earned him the second smack of today.

"Look up! Show your pretty face to the world!"

I need a door. And an axe. And then I will break through that door, shove my face through the gap and go 'Heeeeere's Sonic!'

xxx

"Here you are, my Prince. Please get ready, the instructor will be here in a moment," Greytail instructed, carefully laying Shadow's blade onto the floor, before proceeding to hold up a sort of leather vest that probably qualified as protective clothing for Shadow to slip into. The supposed Prince reluctantly complied, the tough material smooth against his fur but still thick and stiff enough to probably block weak to minor slices and stabs. Shadow noted with faint amusement that it even had two holes in the back for his quills to slip through, although it felt a bit odd to wear a garment that hugged your form like it had been tailored just for you, yet belonged really to someone else. Greytail fastened a few clasps on the thing and then stepped back to hand Shadow his blade – the black hedgehog taking the weapon a bit self-consciously, not entirely too sure whether he liked the feel of it yet. How good was he even supposed to be with this thing? He made a few tentative slices at the air, briefly musing that he might prefer a heavier weapon (or perhaps a rubber chicken that could vacuum...).