I have begun to write again! Yay! I've been planning this one for a while, taking all my characters and their love interests and combining them into one story. Of course, that means you'll probably have to have read my previous works to know who everyone is. Or you could just wing it and ride along for the story. That's probably what I'd do, although it might be a bit hard. I'll be introducing an entire new cast of original characters as well, so be prepared. Also, you'll discover the viewpoints will change chapter to chapter. I did previously say that someone could choose the next story I write about, but no one responded until I had already began writing this. I promise to watch Steins;Gate and see what I can do with it while I write this story. From what I've heard about it, it'll be a hard storyline for me to slip any characters of my own into, so I might just end up writing a poem about it or something. I promise I will do something, though! Anyway, I can't wait to work with such a large cast! This'll be something fairly new for me.
SnowyNeko: I get to work with Lulu again! XD
Lelouch: Someone please get her off my arm.
Sebastian: It's a pleasure to be back, miss author.
SnowyNeko: Pleasure to have you back!
Yuki: Miss author, I think you're bothering Lelouch.
SnowyNeko: I'm just so happy you're all here! It's hard to contain myself!
Sebastian: I understand you're excited, but I don't think this is the best way to go about things.
Lelouch: Can you let go of me?
SnowyNeko: I will…when you agree to let me dress you in a cat costume.
Lelouch: HUH!?
Yuki: And here we go again. SnowyNeko does not own any of the animes or the characters from them.
SnowyNeko: That's a fact. I look forward to working with you all!
"Today, milord, I have prepared Earl Grey Tea and a blueberry tart, with a side of cream." Sebastian carefully pours the tea into the fragile teacup, which sits empty on Ciel's desk. It's actually more difficult than it looks. He has to keep his hand perfectly still, and tilt the kettle at just the right angle. On days when Ciel is especially thirsty, Sebastian's hands are often cramped by nightfall. For a demon who often doesn't feel pain, it hurts more than it would a human.
That little brat of a master seems to enjoy putting Sebastian into tough situations, so much so that I've taken a keen distaste towards him. It's not like I can do anything about it, though.
"What is the schedule for today, Sebastian?" Ciel inquires, sipping his tea like the nobleman he is.
"There isn't much, milord," Sebastian replies, serving the tart on an ornate plate that could easily be as old as he is. "It is All Hallows Eve tonight, after all. Lady Elizabeth has requested you to join her for a celebratory ball at her place at eight o' clock. Of course, it is assumed you will be in a costume."
"Must I go?" the earl sighs.
"You must. I do implore you to be more social, young master. Try to have some fun while you're there. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to preparing the next meal."
The raven-haired butler bows elegantly before exiting the room. "If my master could read my mind, he'd be very displeased with your attitude."
"If he could read your mind, he wouldn't be able to read mine," I argue as he continues down the hall. "It just bothers me that he treats you like that. I treated you so much better."
He chuckles. "You were in love with me, mistress. The young master isn't as enraptured, I'm afraid."
"You says that I love you," I grumble.
"Why, I believe that would be you, Mistress Kara." If I had a body of my own, I would turn away, blushing. Feeling my embarrassment, my imaginary blush deepens when he smirks.
"Sadist," I mutter in accusation. He doesn't laugh out loud this time, but I can feel that he wants to.
"Mmm, if I'm a sadist, then that would make you a masochist." He wears a satisfied smirk as I stutter endlessly that I'm not. His favorite pastime, whether he's cleaning or cooking or gardening, is to tease me. I'm always conveniently right there, so the job of relieving his boredom falls to me. He dislikes his current master about as much as I do, but apparently Ciel's soul is a rare delicacy among demons. He does his best to withstand the obstinate child with the goal of feasting when all is said and done.
I've had problems with his food before. As a demon, he can technically live without eating. It's just that he'd become increasingly weak if he fasts for too long. Sebastian was a strong demon to begin with, but he would be flimsier than some of the weakest demons if he neglected to eat. I understand that it bothers him, so I've kept quiet, but he knows I'm discontent with his appetite for human souls. However, in this one case, I don't think I'll mind too much when he consumes Ciel. It'll be a pity, though. He's actually quite handsome for a thirteen year old.
We round a corner and nearly run into Mey Rin, who is again running in the halls at full speed. Sebastian sidesteps to avoid her, but she trips over her own two feet when she tries to come to a stop. Slightly annoyed, Sebastian grabs her arm and pulls her up before she can fall.
She blushes as profusely as I used to and stammers, "I-I'm sorry! I just remembered about an old duster I could use, yes I did! I was rushing to go get it."
"Mey Rin, could you please refrain from running through the mansion," Sebastian sighs, exasperated. "You're going to break something. Do be more careful."
"Ye-yes sir!" She salutes like a soldier before taking off again down the hall at a somewhat slower pace. I like Mey Rin. She's a sweet girl, but she could really use a new pair of glasses. She can't see a darn thing without 'em, but the ones she has now are cracked beyond repair, and she absolutely refuses to give 'em up.
Deciding to check on how the master's supper is progressing, Sebastian makes a stop in the kitchen.
"Bardroy, what is this?" Sebastian asks, voice menacingly calm. The blond cook scratches the back of his neck shamefully.
"Well, ya see, I hadn't gotten me flamethrower out in a while, so I decided to see if the thing still worked."
Never have a met a sane person so attached to a flamethrower. When he doesn't use it on the food, though, his cooking is plenty praiseworthy according to the other servants. Although, I don't know if they're aware of how much of Sebastian makes.
I wouldn't know how it tastes. I haven't eaten any actual food since I lost my corporal body. Sebastian doesn't eat anything but souls, and they don't seem to taste like much. Sebastian has mentioned multiple times that since my own soul is human, I'm unable to appreciate it as much as he does, but in my opinion they haven't more taste than plain old water. He's missing out on the gift of taste, if I do say so myself.
I watch through Sebastian's eyes as he works on rescuing the meal from the ashes. His slender hands guide the knife smoothly over the fruits, slicing them into edible squares and stacking them impeccably in a towering display. This is my entertainment, and I've never grown bored of it. He always moves with purpose, even if he's waltzing down the hallways with no idea what to do. For me, it's absolutely mesmerizing to watch. I'm sure others share the same opinion.
After wiping the blade clean, he sets it down neatly by the platter. "I trust that you can continue without scorching everything around you," Sebastian states, preparing to leave. Even though it wasn't a direct command, Bardroy responds with a sullen 'yes boss'.
On the way to find Finny, the gardener, he passes by Tanaka. Sebastian pauses to watch while Tanaka drinks from his seemingly bottomless cup. Seriously, I've never seen it run out, and it's always steaming like it's fresh. Sebastian decides to leave the old butler to his tea.
In front yard, there are a multitude of white roses. I prefer red myself, but for some reason Ciel has taken a liking towards the pure white. Since this is his mansion, that means all the primly trimmed roses must be at least as white as Sebastian's always-spotless gloves.
Finny teeters on a stool, stretching to clip the top of a hedge. Before we can react, he tumbles down and lands on the grass with a thud.
"Ow, ow, ow!" the young boy whines, clutching his head.
"Finny, there's a storm coming, Sebastian points out. "Shouldn't you be inside?"
"Oh! You're right I didn't notice!" Finny exclaims, taking note of the cloudy sky. "Let me finish trimming these bushes, and I'll be right in." The orange haired boy salutes before stepping back onto the stool and proceeding to stumble again.
"Do it quickly," Sebastian sighs, turning to go in himself. He doesn't like getting wet, sort of like a cat. It's sent me into hysterics many times, how he avoids rain like it's the demon plague. Almost as soon as we step into the mansion, lightening strikes and the clouds open up to drench poor Finny. I snicker and he hushes me, although it's not like anyone else can hear me.
"Afraid of a little rain?" I tease. I've admittedly become a bit bolder over the years, since I can't really do anything but talk and watch like a spectator. Sebastian's little quirks give me great pleasure to poke fun at. He knows I'm doing it lightheartedly. As proof, we've barely fought in all the years I've been with him.
"I've told you before, milady, I simply detest the feeling of water. And it ruins newly washed clothes."
"I know," I consent, smiling mentally. Only times like this cause me to miss my own body. If I had one to myself right now, I could lean on his shoulder and he'd wrap his arm around me. I know this cause he's reading my little fantasy right now and moving his imaginary arm by himself. By now, even if I could return to my body, it'd be part of the soil by now.
We still visit my grave every few years because we both want to. Sebastian wants to go to remind himself of when we both had our bodies to ourselves. I insist on going because my grave is also my sister's, Mary's, grave. Her death is what convinced me to summon Sebastian in the first place. With his help, I personally killed a roman emperor, and that eventually had a domino effect and lead to the fall of the entire Roman Empire. The advances humankind has made since then are incredible! Indoor lighting is exceptionally handy.
All of the sudden, a wave of dizziness hits me. Apparently, it's effecting Sebastian, too, as he stumbles forward a step before steadying himself. Along with the dizzy spell, an aching pain is seeping into my mind.
"You're getting a headache?" Sebastian murmurs quietly, sounding a little puzzled. "Is that even possible?"
"You're not?" I gasp. The pain is growing stronger by the second. This doesn't make any sense! I don't even have a head to ache with! If Sebastian isn't feeling anything, then it's all me, but how?
A abruptly as the dizziness and pain came, so does an odd gravity. I feel as if I'm being pulled away, pulled apart, and it's excruciating. I do my best to root myself to where I am, but that's kind of hard since I don't even physically exist. I loose my grip and everything is sucked into blackness. A second later, I can see again.
Where am I? My eyes dart from wall to wall, which seem to be made of hardened mud like in the old days. It's not exactly like back then, though. In one corner, there's a mini kitchen with cabinets and a sink. That's certainly modern. There're other people in the room, but none that I recognize. There are two girls, one boy, and one covered and masked. From the flatness of the chest, I'm guessing that one is also a boy. The others…are weird. I've never seen girls dress like that, and the boys' clothes are unfamiliar as well.
Then my eyes land on someone else, and my heart begins to sputter. Sebastian is standing at my side, staring back at me in astonishment. I try to take a step towards him, tripping. Just like back when we had just met, he catches me.
"Oh my God," I breathe, unable to peel my eyes from him. We stay like that for what seems like an eternity, his hand on my arm, gazing at each other. Then he pulls me into an embrace, which I quickly return.
When he lets me go, he immediately becomes calculative. "This isn't a place for you, Kara, nor for me. We have to get back." He flips open his watch, checking the time. "We can celebrate whatever happened when we return. The young master will wonder where I went."
It has begun. For those of you who may not have read my preceding stories before this, Kara summoned Sebastian after her sister was driven to suicide after being raped. Nice huh. Anyway, they fell in love and she sort of dies. Sebastian managed to save her soul by storing it inside himself. Thus, they have lived for years with Kara being a voice in his head. Even though they're both ecstatic that she has her body back, they're obviously in a more pressing situation that demands their attention. I'm sorry if you were expecting a more heartfelt reunion, and trust me, if they weren't where they are now, there would've been one. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get to writing the rest so you guys don't complain about being left with too many questions.
Till then, Kisses from SnowyNeko! :3 MEOW!