Never had a Noble and their Bonded been separated for so long. Reconnecting after all that time brought about unprecedented changes.

Chapter One

Frankenstein's eyes flickered, internally checking himself. When the bond between Master and himself opened just then... it felt like something had been dislodged in the waves of emotions they shared.

"Rise," Master ordered, and he promptly obeyed. Whatever had happened could wait for further analysis later. Master reappearing after an 820-year absence took priority now.

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The children had been sent back home after relating the tale of Yuna's assailant. He was discussing the possibility of it being a mutant with Master but found himself worried about something else entirely. Master had forgone reading the introduction he had prepared about the 21st century to look at him instead. He had glanced at him while the children were there but he didn't have that expression of concentration then.

"I felt strong rage and hunger, incomparable to those I knew before." Master informed Frankenstein, centring his thoughts on the children's plight.

Frankenstein was just planning his investigation on the matter when Master's eyes closed, still with the same intense demeanour. Surprise flickered on Master's face briefly and he raised a hand to gently touch his chest. Just above where his heart would be, Frankenstein noted.

"Is something wrong?" Frankenstein asked, if whatever had made Master sleep that long was still...

"There was a change in the bond." Master replied confidently, his expression calm – almost pleased. Frankenstein moved to sit on the couch before any of his muscles had the chance to fail him. Master didn't elaborate; he was contentedly feeling the difference inside himself. Frankenstein used the time to study the part of Raizel within him as well. Oh, this was why he had felt something dislodge as the bond reopened.

When the bond had opened, the presence of Raizel that had been with him through the entire time was different from that of Master who had found him again after a long hibernation. They were both emotions of Cadis Etrama di Raizel, so there was no fight between these selves. They both loved him, both were Master. It was just that the fragment of Master that resided within him throughout the years would not give up on the time they had spent together. The impressions that had formed within the soul fragment couldn't simply become one with Master again. The bond had become active again but the aged presence still dwelt within him.

There was a second Master living in his soul. Frankenstein immediately embraced it with his own soul.

Looking up, it was clear the living Master before him had stopped revelling in the sensation of this change. In fact, he looked quite serious, given the way soul was life to Nobles... Did this count as having a child or a simulacrum?

"Master?" Frankenstein couldn't fully form the rest of that question.

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In lieu of any answer or discussion, Cadis Etrama di Raizel lifted his hand, calling his power to form a body on Frankenstein's lap. Ever helpful, Frankenstein grabbed the avatar before it could fall. That hadn't been much more difficult than changing another person's clothes. The next part would be more challenging. With great care he sent his power into Frankenstein, reaching for the part that was both him and not him then guided it into the body on Frankenstein's lap. That had required more concentration than aura, the soul fragment being able to move itself.

As the new being took its first breaths, Raizel wondered what he could do for Frankenstein's soul fragment within him. After giving his bonded some time to stare with wide-eyed happiness at the personification of his part of their bond, it was permissible to interrupt. In fact, it was necessary, since too much time to think may have the soul fragments' avatar hoarded for no one else to see.

"Frankenstein."

"Yes, Master?" His bonded visibly started as he was distracted from his thoughts, how rare.

"I am not aware of how to form a human mind," Raizel continued softly, once more touching the place that could be considered closest to the bond.

"Ah, I will...will find a solution as quickly as possible." Putting a human soul in a body designed for Nobles was definitely a bad idea.

Human souls were generated from brain signals, so while Raizel could keep Frankenstein's soul whole within himself that would not work in another body. Not when the human soul fragment would be required to control and maintain said body without help.

Raizel nodded accepting the answer; Frankenstein would know how to make a body for his soul fragment. Then his eyes closed, concentrating on what his senses were saying.

It seemed he had an awareness of his smaller avatar; it was like they were bonded in a more distant manner than Frankenstein and himself. Even focusing his full attention on the link didn't do much more than tell him here and fine. It would still be useful if his avatar shared his difficulty in orienting himself, bonds went both ways.

"Master," the call of his bonded pulled Raizel from his contemplation. Turning to look, he saw that his avatar had been permitted to leave Frankenstein's lap to explore its new body, the lounge and the dining area.

"Master, I will provide you with an explanation on human anatomy. It is not only the mind that influences a human body." Raizel accepted this and permitted Frankenstein the time he would need to compose these texts.

Considering texts, Raizel's eye went to the explanation of modern culture. It wouldn't do to remain sidetracked, even if the unusual sense of more in Frankenstein had proven important. He also realized he hadn't had the chance to tell Frankenstein of the enticing meal the children had bought him for lunch. Lifting the pages elegantly, Raizel decided to read them until Frankenstein came back. Then he could tell his bonded about the offering.

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A morgue was not on the list of things he wanted Master to see in the human world, but he refused to steal the corpse of anyone's recently dead child and Master needed a body to study, the books could only provide limited information. Sending out strong mental signals of disinterest, that they were meant to be here, allowed him to bring Master through the building unhindered.

They reached the room Frankenstein had noted, which contained the body of a child who had died in a motor vehicle accident earlier that day. Well, from the wounds caused by said crash, if the child had died on the scene his brain would have broken down too much to be of use to Master's task. After setting the body on the examination table, he called Master in.

It was quite strange to watch as Master laid his hand on the corpse's forehead like he was checking the human's temperature when Frankenstein's own senses told a different story. A pressure as if Master was giving an order with power behind it, as well as the focus that was required to not shift the wounds away. Then there was the acute concentration on the mind beneath his hand; on how it was formed and the way all these body parts wanted to be connected, even when the human soul was already gone.

Master's understanding would not be complete. In fact there was every possibility that he would be unable to remember these impressions of the body for more than a short period. This was not learning.

So when Master looked up with a nod, Frankenstein immediately handed over his own blood sample, as the body would need to be formed here and now. While he was only vaguely conscious of it, Master used his DNA within the blood so when he replicated a male human child's body, it was formed as Frankenstein's body and not that of the child he had just examined.

It was not instant, there were too many processes in a human body for shifting powers – even on the level of the Noblesse – to make and coordinate instantly. The blood sample in Master's hand turned into a mist that hovered before them as it grew larger and thicker until Frankenstein could not see anything within; such as which part of the body was forming at any particular time. The crimson sphere hung there until Master was done, and was then absorbed into the body it contained.

The body Master had made for his child looked to be about six years old, but smaller than it should have been for Master at that age; the same could be said of his form. It was far smaller than he recalled being at that age. Then again that was a long time ago, back before they had standard measurements or used them to gauge height. He had once looked that small and fragile, needing to be protected?

Then the child took its first breath, asleep because he had asked Master to keep the youth so, at least until they returned home. He felt the awareness Master had mentioned also, although it seemed more like an extra limb he couldn't control than anything else. Indeed, it was still his soul that moved the child, the child was still him.

"Well done, Master, it is a success. He is fine." Here and fine, the awareness told him. "Let us go home." Master followed him out after he finished returning the body to its previous location. There was no need to start rumours of a haunting.

"Frankenstein."

"Yes, Master?"

"We will need to decide on what to call them." That was very true.

So this is a cutie I can't take full credit for. I adopted the plot bunny posted on Laryna6's tumblr, so it also shares her headcanons. I couldn't just let the idea go. C :

I have planned more chapters but not many. I want to keep it as fluffy as possible which is difficult when there are so many battles in canon. There is no way Frankenstein will force them to stay locked in the house either.

Reviews and ideas welcome.-Sim