Author Note: This one took place a while ago, (and actually happened in the game), back before Kolemestai was branded and officially enslaved by the High Sorceress, and before the Thieves were outlawed, as they were in the last two.

To Mistress K. Darg-Chylde: *laughs* 'Drool-worthy'? I suppose so, though I have never, nor has any of my friends that I know of, 'drooled' over him. Other girls have though. Literally. Me and Terma had a fight once over who got to sit next to him, back when we first met Kole. *grins* Kole chose me! Ha ha! (He can't stand Terma, but he barely knew her then anyway.)

Biting Over Bits Of Clothing

(Funny)

Milas' Mimjee Zenverti, High Sorceress and Princess Of Thieves, was preparing to attend a party being put on by a noble named Quemnadosi. She feared becoming late, as her stubborn vampire servant refused to wear the clothes she had picked out for him. Intent on forcing her equally stubborn will to prevail, she continued to pursue their current argument.

“No.” Said the vampire in question, for about the millionth time.

“What do you mean, 'no'?” Mimjee demanded, hands on her curved hips and glaring behind her spectacles.

“No, nein, njet, non.” Was the flat answer.

“Kole...”

“Uh-uh.”

“It's an order.” Mimjee said firmly, trying to use her newly-gained power to force her brat of a Demon to obey her.

“Does not compute.”

“Kole!”

“That would be me.” He said in a tart voice.

“Just put it on!”

“Will not.”

“Yes, you will.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No-o!”

“Yes.”

“I refuse.”

“You're pushing it.” Mimjee said, exasperated.

“I strike.”

“You can't do that dolt, you're not even employed!” Mimjee yelled, her patience at an end.

“Watch me.”

“Kole, for Pete's sake, damn it!”

“Nuh.”

“KOLE!”

“I don't want to.” Was the pouty reply.

“Stop acting so damn childish and go with it! It's an order!”

“By Nature, the aging ming tends to develop backwards towards a state of childhood once it has reached its peak in growth. I am over seven hundred years old. I can be very childish if I want to.”

“Kole, you stopped acting on the laws of nature over six centuries ago. Cut the crap already. Who do you take me for?”

“My Master?” Kole said thoughtfully.

“Good for you. Now put it on. Stop struggling, it's no use.”

“Why does it have to be so... black?” Kole complained, arms folded over his chest and looking slightly pouty.

“It's not my fault it's on the invitation. I thought you liked black.”

“So I do, but not that. Jomas likes black too.”

“Jomas is not invited, unfortunately.”

“You'd rather have an old palace boy for your date to such a party, instead of of dashing and dangerous me, wouldn't you?”

“Now, why would I want old man Jomas to escort me when I could have a dead-for-centuries childish old man?”

“Ouch.”

“Can you quit the stalling now? Honestly, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown sooner than later at this rate.” Mimjee said, quite annoyed.

“I like my own clothes. I— ouch! Master? How rude, to just hit me!” Kolemestai yelped when Mimjee delivered a sharp punch to his body.

“Kole, as if your casual red outfit was not proof enough of your so-called fashion sense. All your get-ups are either ridiculously extravagant or eye-catching! I'm not even going to comment on your ties. Either way, this parties theme is 'black' and 'casual cocktail', as it says on the invitation. Go with the program, we all have to. Sheesh.”

There was no reply, and Mimjee had to wonder about the look on Kole's face.

“Kole?”

“You don't like my ties Master?”

“Ko-ole!”

“Hey, I'm hurt here!”

“Of all the egocentric and self-contained vampires, I get the one sensitive about his fashion.”

“I don't see what is wrong with my ties.”

“Except that they're—, oh, never mind! Just get into these clothes and stop being a pain!”

“They're what? And hey, why do I have to change? You're the main event.”

“Oh, you don't think I have to change?” Mimjee replied sarcastically.

“Your dress is black.”

“Kole, alucard, it's a cocktail-esque sitting. Didn't I just say that? You're not listening at all, are you?”

“The ladies have to wear pants?”

“Yes... hey, what's that big grin for, all of a sudden?”

“Master in breeches, he he...” Kole said slyly, his tawny eyes glittering.

“I'm going to hit you again, Kolemestai. But of course I'll be in pants. Black, yes. Incredibly annoying, and not my idea of a comfortable evening, but I shall have to endure. As will you, so there. These bodice laces will be the death of me.”

“Is it short?” Kole asked curiously.

“The bodice? No, it's not, since you want to know, you dirty old man.”

“Aw, but I thought it was the requirement for such style.”

“It is, but mine has enough of a slit in the front to cover that. Jomas agreed it would be okay.”

“Sounds... interesting.”

“Kole, alucard, your facial expression is disturbing me now. If you were alive and registered, I'd consider suing you for sexual harassment.”

“Bummer.”

“Hm... at any rate, you need to get into that,” Mimjee said, gesturing to the clothes. “—so ever get to see me in said pants, breeches or whatever.”

“Damn.”

“Well, how will it be? If you don't hurry up, I'll go without you and say you are sick or a casualty of war.”

“Master is going to lie to relatives of the throne? Shame, Master.”

“No. The casualty of war part can always be arranged.”

“Threats, threats...” Kolemestai said with a slow shake of his head.

“This is getting long-winded, Kole. Not to mention silly. I am going to change and if you aren't in these clothes, looking respectable, when I get back, then I'll drag you there on a silver chain.”

And with these words, Mimjee turned and marched off. Kole waited a moment, thinking, and then complied with the woman's orders. When she returned, Kole was sitting on the end of the bed, putting Mimjee's glasses on and off to test them. When he saw her, his mouth dropped open, and he stared over the rim of the glasses at her. Mimjee looked quite annoyed.

As it turned out, the following month the color black got a sudden and unexpected upswing in the noble society circles of Doramantho. The upswing originated, it was said, from when Milas' Mimjee turned up at Lord Quemnadosi's party and caused quite some turbulence with her unusually-seen-in-female-pants beauty, and above all with her matching cowalier trailing behind her on a fine silver leash. The lady in question ignored the whole fashion, like usual.

Yet she found that the power of contemporary culture and fashion actually could be frightening strong forces of influence when a certain someone threw out his old ties and started to use his classic black cloak more often.

She told herself she'd buy him a permanent collar for midsummer, to compensate the loss of ties. Actually, she didn't care about the ties.

Author's Note: More explaining to do, I have. Jomas is not that old, for one thing. He's only 32. Kole doesn't flirt with his Master anymore, or anyone except Matishti. His girlfriend has his eyes, so ha! Kole isn't as much of a brat or flirtatious boy anymore since he has been tied down with certain salad-girls.:-) Also, 'alucard' is Doramanthan for companion. Mimjee and Kole have a very love/hate relationship, and aren't usually as civil as they were in here anymore, but secretly have affection that they never show.