*Knock knock*
"Come in," Ceil Phantomhive called from inside his office. "Young master," it was Sebastian. He stepped inside. "What now? Is it that stupid Tracy again?" his master frowned. He tossed away the papers in his hand. He hand been pretending to do his work. "I'm afraid not, my young master." He held a silver tray with an envelope. Ceil was sitting up right now. "It was addressed by the queen." There was silence. "Well, hand it over. Unfortunately, I don't live forever… unlike you." Sebastian smirked. He enjoyed teasing his master. And he never failed in doing so. Ceil torn the envelope with a small knife.
Dear Ceil boy,
I'm sending you this letter to inform you of the loss a mischievous girl. She was on her way out of Watford when she jumped out of the carriage for no intelligent reason. She is of 12 years of age- like you. Honestly, she looks very similar to you, an exception to your height, hair, and eyes. It appears that she's shorter than you. Her eyes are a lighter shade of your midnight blue eyes. Her hair is longer than yours. And… she tends to dress up like a peasant boy. It will be difficult because she has not yet matured. Good luck, Phantomhive boy!
"Why must I not be taken seriously?" He grumbled. "Why must the queen give me such a stupid request? I'm not her personal errand boy. I don't see anyone else getting this kind of request." He threw it onto the desk with the other stacks of papers. "Well, it seems to me that you are, young master." Sebastian smirked again. He knew that he didn't fail in irritating his little master. Ceil shot him a glare. "So young master, may I ask what the letter say?" Ceil just chucked the crumpled paper into his face.
Sebastian shook his head. "It looks to me that the queen is trying to set young master up with a girl shorter than him… and he is already quite short for his age," Sebastian thought. "And it appears that neither young master nor this girl has realized it." "I refuse to do it! I'm not doing!" Ceil hit the desk with his fists. "Damn it." His master shook his head. Another chance to annoy his master. "Young master," he sang. "What?" "It seems to me that you're attracted to this young girl." Ceil blushed madly. "Bloody hell no." He said calmly.
"So quick to deny? That's so like you, young master." Sebastian teased. "I have a fiancée. Remember that, butler. Remember that." He then laid his head down on the desk. "Hmmm." Sebastian held his hand up to his chin. "Let's not forget the engagement can be broken. Remember that." Sebastian replied. "Gah!" Ceil groaned from frustration. Then, his butler quietly left the room, allowing him to let all of his frustration out.
~Ceil's POV~
"Out all the demons possible, I got the real cocky one." I squeezed my head in my hands. I attempted to put out all of my hair out of frustration. "You called?" Sebastian tapped on my shoulder. I didn't even hear him come inside. "Get out." I replied fiercely. "Hmmm. It appears that young master is annoyed when I wasn't even trying to annoy him." Sebastian said. He's purposely doing it! This time, he's really trying to piss me off. I began, "I said-" "No need to say anymore. I'll be leaving!" Sebastian slipped out into the hallway. I let out a sigh. I glanced at the floor. There was the letter. I let out another sigh and picked it up. "And he calls himself a butler."
I unfolded the paper. I reread the letter although I already read it. "Huh? Odd. She didn't care to explain who this mischievous girl was." I shrugged. "Maybe she's a serial killer and wouldn't want me to wonder into the situation. Oh well, doesn't involve me." I sighed. "Sebastian, I know you're outside listening to me." I got up and opened the window. "Couldn't you do any better?" I leaned out. "I'm afraid if I try any harder that you'll go crazy trying to figure it out." "Well, no need to listen to me anymore because I've made up my mind. We'll be going to retrieve the girl." I felt my cheeks go red. I was always shy when talking about the opposite gender. "Is young master falling for this girl?" I slammed the windows shut. "I'll get him back." I sighed. I really hope I'm not falling for this girl that could possibly a serial killer.
Why does it matter? I don't love Elisabeth. And I will never love her. I never picked her to be my fiancée. But still… I'd hate to break her heart. It'll ruin the Phantomhive name. No! I couldn't not after I lost what I truly loved. I'll never be the same. My purpose that I'm still living is to avenge them. Not to fall in love with a foolish girl… Guh! Am I blushing again?
~Sebastian's POV~
Young master, I hope you're not thinking of even loving that girl. But if it does happen… the taste of his soul will change and I can't allow it! That little brat! "Sebastian!" "Yes young master?" I replied. The window opened up again. "Hurry up so we can get this over with!" "Yes, I'll be up there right away." *Knock knock* "Come in, Sebastian." I found Ceil sitting on the bed looking pissed as ever. "I'll get the bath ready then." I marched happily. I let the water run until it reached about a half. I sprinkled rose petals and made bubbles like young master liked it.
"You can come in now, young master." Ceil came in quicker than usual. I think he might have walked in funny too. "Young master?" "What?" "Manners. Don't forget to use your manners when speaking to the lady." And as quick as a flash, he picked up the bucket I had been holding and smashed my face with it. "Get out!" "But young master how-" And before I could finish, he slammed the door in my face. "Young master," I looked down onto my wet suit and the water dripping onto the floor.
~~~~END OF POVs~~~~~~~
"That bastard. He had the guts to go on." Ciel climbed into tub.