Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler)

The Maid's Child

By Axel Ingleson

Disclaimer: I do not own the Black Butler Series.

Author's Note: I normally prefer yaoi and mpreg. This idea, however, came to me two nights ago and will not get out of my head. Also, this takes place during the first Black Butler series.

-Chapter 01-

Mei-Rin knew something was wrong. What it was, she did not know. But it nagged at her this morning as it had for some time. She couldn't recall when the problem had first started nagging her. It had been some time ago. She wished she could just stop worrying, but no matter how she tried, it kept coming back to her.

She got dressed for work and began her morning chores, hoping that something would jog her memory. It hadn't done so yet, but she still hoped that would change.

Finnian and Bard were in the garden (Bard having been kicked out of the kitchen by Sebastian) chatting casually. Mei-Rin missed most of the conversation, but she arrived just in time to hear Bard ask:

"Is it just me, or is Mei-Rin getting a little big around the middle?"

"WHAT?" Mei-Rin exclaimed. "How dare you suggest… though now that you mention it, I suppose I have put on a couple of pounds."

The phone rang in the hall. The three servants raced to answer it. But by the time they got there, Sebastian had picked it up.

"Hello…" he began.

Before he could introduce himself, however, a voice spoke on the other end:

"I've stolen your butler's seed and used it to impregnate your maid," it said, coldly. "Unless you are willing to negotiate with me, I will tell the newspapers and the Phantomhive name will be disgraced. She is currently six and a half months gone with his child. I suggest you take my advice and pay me the amount I will be requesting by post in two days."

The phone went dead. Sebastian stood rooted to the spot, the phone clenched in his gloved hand for several minutes.

"Mr. Sebastian?" Mei-Rin asked. "Mr. Sebastian?"

"Sebastian!" Ciel called out. "How long are you going to stand there holding the phone?"

"My apologies, Young Master," Sebastian said, putting the phone back on its cradle.

"Who was that?" Ciel asked.

"It was private," Sebastian explained.

"My office, Sebastian," Ciel demanded. "Now."

Sebastian followed Ciel into his office.

"Close the door."

Sebastian closed it with the merest click, which was followed by the resounding echo of Ciel slapping Sebastian across the face.

"I do not allow my servants to talk back to me," the boy told the demon. "Now, tell me exactly who called and what they wanted."

"I only wished to spare Mei-Rin any embarrassment, my lord."

"What does she have to do with anything?"

"She is with child, my lord. Whoever was on that phone somehow obtained a genetic sample from me and has used it to impregnate Miss Mei-Rin."

"Genetic sample?"

"Never mind." Sebastian said, not wishing to get into 'The Talk' with Ciel just yet. That he would save for the night before his wedding with Lizzie (if he lived that long).

"Sebastian, I will not have an out of wedlock pregnancy in this household, is that clear?"

"With respect, I believe that she may be too far along for the pregnancy to be terminated."

"Then I suggest you marry her," Ciel said, offhandedly.

"But…"

"This week. Do I make myself clear?"

Sebastian bowed. "Yes, my lord."

"Go on, then. I believe you have a marriage proposal to attend to."

Sebastian rose up and walked out of the room.

Mei-Rin was sitting in the garden, crying, when he found her.

"What's wrong?" he asked, handing her the handkerchief from his pocket to dry her tears with.

"I just realized what's wrong with me," Mei-Rin sobbed.

"You have?" Sebastian asked.

"I've stopped being a woman," Mei-Rin wept. "I've gone through the change. Now I'll never have a family."

"You're wrong, Mei-Rin," Sebastian corrected her. "You are going to be a mother. Very soon I might add. Now dry those tears and look at me. That phone call…" he paused and glared over at one of the hedges. Waiting until the retreating footsteps of Bard and Finnian were a proper distance away, he resumed. "…was from a caller who intends to blackmail the Earl."

"H-how?" Mei-Rin asked, timidly.

"By causing a scandal involving you and me," Sebastian told her. "Somehow, they managed to get a genetic sample from me which they used to put you with child."

"I'm…?"

Sebastian nodded and caught Mei-Rin as she fainted.

"I'm so embarrassed," Mei-Rin whined as she regained consciousness. "Mr. Sebastian, what are we going to do?"

"The Young Master has ordered me to marry you," Sebastian told her. "However, I will not ask you to marry me against your wishes. Therefore, I give you a choice. You can marry me, if you wish. Or I can send you away to a place where you will not be known as a Phantomhive maid. I cannot allow the Young Master to be disgraced."

"Nor can I leave," Mei-Rin shook her head. "I wish you were asking me out of love, but even an arranged marriage with you is a dream come true for me."

"Then you are saying 'yes'?"

"Yes, Mr. Sebastian."

"Just Sebastian," Sebastian told her. "It wouldn't look proper for my fiancée to address me so formally."

"Sebastian," Mei-Rin tested out the name.

"Mei-Rin," Sebastian replied. "Are you ready, then?"

"N-now?"

"We don't have time to waste on formalities," Sebastian told her. "And it will be more romantic this way. Besides, it'll be less costly to the household if Bard and Finnian don't try to throw a party in our honor."

Mei-Rin had to admit this was true. "Shouldn't we get changed first?"

"I rather like the image we'll project in our work clothes," Sebastian explained. "A handsome butler in love with a beautiful maid. What could be more romantic than that?"

"In… in love?" Mei-Rin stammered.

"We should at least appear to be so," Sebastian told her. "Don't you think?"

"Oh… Um… Yes. Of course, Sebastian."

They made it to the carriage unseen. Mei-Rin got inside while Sebastian drove into town and to a small church which still had a light on in its window.

The two of them made their way to the front door and Sebastian struck the door with the brass knocker.

"You're here awfully late," the priest told them. "How may I help you?"

"Please, sir," Sebastian said, playing his role perfectly, "my beloved Mei-Rin and I are very much in love. We wish to be married. If our master were to find out, he would be quite angry. That is why we must marry tonight."

"As much as I respect the aristocracy," the priest told them, "I do not condone their belief that they should control their servants' personal lives. Therefore, I will happily marry the two of you."

"Thank you, kind sir." Sebastian said, with a tone of gratitude.

And so it was, on a cold night in a small English church with the snows of winter blowing outside, that Sebastian Michaelis took Mei-Rin, the Phantomhive housemaid, as his wife.