A knock at her door woke Amber Ackerman with a start. Turning on the lamp that stood on her nightstand, the young woman got out of bed and ran to her kitchen, pulling a knife out of a drawer. Another knock startled her. She approached the door ever so slightly and locked her hand around the doorknob. The door creaked open and there, in the rain and wind, stood...
"Sebastian?" she said, the butler's coat and unique hairstyle instantly recognizable.
A chuckle escaped Sebastian's throat.
"Yes, my dear," he replied, in that venomously calm voice of his.
Her surprise quickly fading, Amber hardened her features and looked up at the towering butler, scowling.
"Why're you here? You know I'm not taking you back. I'm married now,' Amber growled.
Sebastian almost snorted that time. He was nothing if not easily amused.
"You should be nicer, Amber. I walked instead of taking horse, just to come and see you. Isn't that considerate?" The butler made his best attempt at puppy eyes.
Amber's face didn't loosen up.
"I know it was just to have more free time before having to go back to Ciel and the imbeciles. I'm not stupid, Sebastian," the woman retorted, having heard this all before.
Noticing the basket in the man's right hand, she asked, "What's in the basket?"
"Oh, well I suppose I did have a reason for coming."
He handed Amber the basket. Within sat a sleeping baby.
The woman's eyes widened, while Sebastian's mouth curled into a smile.
"No", Amber whispered. "You told me she died!"
"Dead or not, she's yours," The butler replied. "I already have a child to take care of."
"Wait, wha-" Amber started, but in a flash Sebastian was gone.
"SEBASTIAN!" She yelled. "Damn British bastard..."
She read the tag on the basket containing her new child.
Mikasa Ackerman.