Frankenstein honestly did not think this was how his day would go. Nor did he think that it would lead him up to opening up his Master's home to new guests.

To be honest though, he should have seen the subtle signs throughout the day. It wasn't like his Master to drop subtle hints in such a way when he wanted something. But, if he was indeed being subtle, Frankenstein would catch onto it and tend to his Master's need.

It was just who he was, and he would move heaven and earth to fulfill his Master's wishes.

But the deceptively normal day started out easy enough. Even now, Frankenstein was fulfilling his normal routine.

The stillness of the mansion continued to linger, aside from the slight rattle of the tea cart that Frankenstein pushed down the halls. A few of the windows were open, allowing a fresh breeze in. Frankenstein breathed in the warm, almost damp air. The weather was warming up, indicating the arrival of spring. Even now, he could hear the birds chirping as the wind rustled through the trees, ruffling the leaves.

His smiled, knowing that this type of weather would be beneficial for his Master. Raizel, though he did not display it outwardly, did enjoy the sudden increase in wildlife that scurried outside his window.

Frankenstein's footsteps did not make much of a sound against the clean floors. Hm, he should probably clean the floors again. Maybe after he was done tending to the gardens. It had rained a few days ago, and he needed to do some weeding, maybe spruce up the area for Master. The window that Master always looked out of was situated just above the garden. Plating some more colorful flowers and plants for Raizel to look at would be a good idea.

With a firm nod, Frankenstein came to a quick stop before knocking on the wooden door to signal his arrival. Waiting a beat, he opened the door and pushed the tea cart in. His eyes flickered over to see his Master standing by the open window, as always.

Raizel glanced upwards at Frankenstein's entrance. The window was open, the wind wafting into the room. The sun streamed through, giving off a warm feel. Frankenstein could not help but note that today was indeed a good day to go out and garden. Perhaps he could convince the Master to take a walk later.

With a smile, he removed the tea tray and gently set it down on the small table. "I made cookies," he announced as he set the teacup and plates. Picking up the plate, he set it down next to the teacup. "They are fresh and still warm."

His Master said nothing, but his mouth did twitch into a faint smile when Raizel left the window to come and sit down. Picking up his tea, the Noblesse quietly sipped at the warm liquid.

Frankenstein bowed his head. "I will be working on the garden today. Hopefully nothing needs to be removed or uprooted." He paused for a moment. "I was even wondering about planting some new plants to liven up the area."

Raizel nodded, his gaze relaxed as he gave no indication that he was displeased with the decision. Smiling once more, Frankenstein was about to turn to leave when a slight sound caught his attention.

It was his Master sighing.

"What type of plants?" he asked.

Frankenstein blinked before humming thoughtfully. "Hm, well, I didn't really give it much thought. Maybe whatever I could find at the human market. Something colorful, maybe a few berry bushes. Perhaps some flowers to bring in a floral scent. I've heard of a plant called a 'trumpet vine' that is said to crawl up the walls with beautiful petals. Something like that would liven the grounds below." He glanced out the window briefly before turning his gaze back to his Master. "Something other than the color green."

His Master nodded, sipping his tea once more. Frankenstein hesitated. Even after serving the Noblesse for more than a decade, he was still adjusting to reading his emotions. However, one glance at Raizel confirmed his initial suspicions.

His Master wanted something.

With smooth movements, Frankenstein set the tray down on the cart before seating himself across from Raizel. He glanced up once more to see Raizel let out a relieved sigh, his body relaxing. Frankenstein smiled, leaning into the seat. Even as he enjoyed the Noblesse's presence, he was already coming up with different ideas for the garden.

But as the rustle of the wind wafted through, Frankenstein's normal day was shattered somewhat.

"The birds are...singing," Raizel said softly, his voice barely a whisper.

Frankenstein looked in his Master's direction, his hearing now catching the sound of the tweeting birds outside. He nodded, noting the relaxing melody. "Yes, they are."

"It's peaceful," Raizel commented.

Frankenstein cocked his head, observing his Master while trying to hide his scrutiny. "Do you like the birds outside?"

Raizel turned his gaze to look once more at Frankenstein, his pale face relaxed. "It is peaceful," he repeated. Even as the birds continued their singing, Raizel's expression of contentedness did not waiver.

Well, the normal day started off with a nag.

Frankenstein could not rid himself of the image of his Master's peaceful face. He wanted to preserve that, to offer his Master as much peace as he could. It was hard enough to get him out of the house, and letting him enjoy such tranquil things in the large mansion was always something Frankenstein strove for.

So if the birds were something that Raizel enjoyed, than Frankenstein would try to preserve the birds.

It was these very thoughts that led Frankenstein to gather an impressive supply of wood. He had set to work right away on creating a simple little structure that would help aid him in his plans.

Straightening up from his work, he folded his arms and leaned back. He had never thought of himself as a craftsman. He was a scientist, not a woodworker. But putting together small and simple feeders was easy enough for him. He had just needed a box deep enough to hold the seeds.

By now, he had five different bird feeders with different locations in mind for each and every one of them. And he intended to make more in the near future.

With a satisfied nod, he stood up and retrieved the one feeder before leaving the small workspace.

He had calculated the exact places to set up the feeders. It had to be where his Master could see them easily, but also from a safe distance so that the birds would not be frightened away.

With a satisfied hum, Frankenstein stepped back to observe the feeder that was hanging from the branch. Turning, he noted that it was in perfect view of the Master's window. Smiling triumphantly, he set up the other feeders with ease.

Hands on his hips, he mentally counted in his head how many bags of seeds and nuts he should prepare. First, he would have to figure how many more feeders he should set out. He didn't need to turn the entire garden into a clunky looking junkyard.

His Master deserved to look at nothing but the best anyway.

Dumping the little nuts into the holders, he rolled up the bag before placing it in a secure spot inside. He looked up and noticed the high sun in the sky.

Time for tea. He should not keep his Master waiting. It had been over three hours since his last tea time anyway!

It was that very thought that sent him scurrying back inside.

He did not really want to tell the Master what he had been up to. But rather, he wanted to let Raizel see the flocking birds for himself. And if his little plan failed and did not attract the birds, but rather scared them off, then he did not want to set his Master up for disappointment.

Just the very thought of failing his Master made his heart clench.

It would probably take a few days for the birds to get used to the feeders anyway, he reasoned. No need to feel worried about failing just yet. But still, he could not help but feel anxious as he stepped into the room Raizel always resided in.

He bowed his head. "I've brought you a new flavored tea. Sweeter this time," he announced.

Master did not say anything. He didn't even acknowledge Frankenstein's appearance. He merely continued staring out the window, transfixed as always.

Frankenstein moved about, setting up the tea and little cookies he had made. He glanced up once more, only to see Master still staring out the windows.

"The birds," Raizel started. "Are busy."

Frankenstein blinked, confused. The birds were busy? "What?" he asked.

"They are busy," Raizel commented, still staring outside.

Frankenstein approached the window, looking out to see what his Master was staring at. He nearly gasped at what he saw.

Many birds were already fluttering to his bird feeders. Their noisy chirps and fluttering wings filled the silence outside and stretched all the way up into the room. Frankenstein could only watch in amazement, blinking as he noted that all five of his feeders were full of different types of birds.

"Peaceful," Raizel murmured, his hand resting on the windowsill as he watched the birds.

Frankenstein straightened up with a determined nod to himself. At that point, he had decided that he would create more bird feeders to invite as many colorful birds as he could.

Oh! Maybe he could do some bird houses as well? The ideas ran through his head as he mulled this over. Hm, what type of bird houses? How big should they be so that the Master could see the birds go in and out? How close should he place them? As his mind ran with different plans and ideas, his Master continued to watch the birds.

Frankenstein just did not know what he had gotten himself into.

A/N: Suggestions are welcome, as always. Just leave a comment and request in the review box.