Hmm~hmmmMMMmm~hmhmhm~...
Hearing the nostalgic tune, Natsuki couldn't help but look up. There, sitting right above him, was a beautiful face, filled with light most radiant. Feeling a burning gaze directed at her, she stopped, before lowering her eyes towards the young boy. "Ara, what, don't like the music? Well, no need to worry, daddy would be here very soon anyway. In the meantime, why don't you hang out with your sisters, Yukina and Hikari? They sure were very worried when they couldn't find you..."
Shaking his head, the young Natsuki vehemently denied what his mother was saying. "No, I don't wanna! I wanna stay with mommy...!"
Laughing while covering her mouth, Kaede chuckled at the naive young boy's attempt to make himself look big. Seeing that his mother did not take him seriously, Natsuki Jr. puffed his cheeks, before thumping his mother on her arm repeatedly, angry at his thoughts being revealed. Just as she was about to console the young boy, both heard the door locks click open, before a smooth, dark tone came from behind the door, tired yet light.
"Honey, I'm home- Oof! Natsuki, you've grown bigger again (and heavier too, I might add...)"
Cheeks red at being told that he's fat, Natsuki continued his clobbering streak, this time aimed at the man, all the while he's laughing at the poor young boy's desperate attempt at making himself look all the more macho...
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Haah, haah, haah...
Rocketing from the bed, Natsuki felt his brow feel cold from the sweat pouring down his face. W-why did I have to dream about those days now...?
"Sire, I detect your temperature to be rising far above 37°C, along with your pulse rising above 129 BPM, a number far higher than the median of your humanoid species. Would you like a cold drink and a towel to cool yourself off? Don't worry, this one's on the house, as you primitive ones would say..."
A small, 3-foot robot is seen floating in front of Natsuki, its green eyes blinking as it gazes at the young man, who sits shell-shocked, seeing what appears to be a young man's wet dreams made manifest. Scratching its head with one of its dainty arms, it once again handed the tray to Natsuki, repeating the same question it had said before. "Sir, do you want the towel and Priconla...?"
"Look, is that Michael Jackson flying a spinning unicorn!?"
"Wait, he got released from prison!?"
Spinning its head faster than a bear high on 10 tons of cocaine, eager to find where the Mamasaymamasamamakoosan was, after they caught him trying to replace the original Michael Jackson in 1984 after the Pepsi Commercial accident (but failing after the MIB found out about this shenanigan). Grabbing the nearest shit he could find (which turned out to be a very beautiful vase – sorry to whoever owned it), Natsuki gave a very large thwack to the robot, forcing it to short-circuit itself, sending its smoking body in a free-fall kamikaze dive.
Using the time when the metallic beast was out of commission, Natsuki quickly escaped the room wearing only a shirt and underpants, not realising that he, who should be dead, or at the very least, filled with stitches, having no scar on his body...
Taking a leap of faith, he jumped down the staircase before entering what appeared to be the doorway to the living room (where obviously would you have the door to outside located, huh genius?). Damn it, I'm not abducted in Area-51, right– HOLY SHIT!!!
Schwip!