He is My Master

41: Those Who Challenge The King

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"I like to move it, move it! I like to move it, move it! I like to-"

"Shut it."

Shadow was more than aggravated as he dragged his supposed (and apparent GoGo-)slave through the side door outside into the corridor, less because it had gone horribly wrong, but more so because Sonic apparently enjoyed causing him one heart attack after another with increasing enthusiasm. The blue hedgehog himself of course was still singing and on the usual high he got when he had been able to amaze an audience. Even with the rough treatment Shadow's yanks on his collar currently meant, he was still grinning and shaking his body to his own rhythm until Shadow's bark finally brought him up short. But a single look at his fuming supposed Master let him only break out into hysterics again anyway.

"What were you thinking?!" Shadow hissed, again wondering what planet Sonic could possibly have been born on, because he definitely didn't hail from a universe where Natural Selection was in effect.

The collared hero merely grinned, panning both of his outstretched hands as if he was sketching the audience of the Mobe Theatre. "Shadow, it was awesome! You should have seen their faces!"

"I did see them!"

"I know. Instant Awesome, Just Add Hedgehog, or what?" Sonic asked back, grinning smugly and gesturing toward himself while the Ultimate Lifeform was twitching by now and looked ready to increase their charade a bit in realism and sell Sonic at the next street market.

"You could have gotten us killed. I can't believe you did this."

"Aww, come on," the blue speedster pouted, "At least I came up with something. They did seem to like it," he pointed out. When Shadow obviously struggled to come up with a retort, the blue hedgehog's grin only widened, "Which makes me think I should do an encore." He pursed his lips. "I'm thinking perhaps along the lines of Too Sexy For My Gloves, what do you – HEY!"

"That's it. For the remainder of the evening, I'm going to tie you to the wall out here."

"You can't do that!" Sonic protested, even while the Ultimate Lifeform was already finishing up the knot on one of the rings that seemed to be embedded into the castle stone at regular intervals. "That's so not fair! I just saved our hide!"

"Yes, Sonic, and I promise I'll come back for you as soon as the slave presentation part is over. After your song-and-dance-number just now I'll probably be doing the equivalent of re-arranging desk chairs on the Titanic in there. Until then, however, I do not wish to be bothered by a parade of guests wanting to get a look at you after your little anachronistic masterpiece, so you're staying out here and that's final."

"What? What about the Emerald?!"

"I'm pretty sure Black Doom will leave that as a grand finale. So believe me, it'll be much better for my sanity – and your health – if you stay out of this hall until the show is over."

"Feh. Spoilsport. As if a revolution without dancing was even worth having." Sonic gave a mock-pout and crossed his arms, but, while slightly peeved, did not seem too disgruntled. Perhaps he himself fancied a bit of a break from the nobles and the degradation of the other slaves. The blue hedgehog sighed and then slid down the wall, making himself comfortable on the floor. "Fine," he said, hands behind his head, legs stretched out and looking up at Shadow, "But I'm warning you, if you don't come back for me in twenty minutes tops, I'll cut through this thing and come looking for you myself."