********************************Unknown P.O.V. ********************************
It was happening again. For the fifth time now. I'm getting sick of it. How many times do they have to drag me through this before they actually realise that I simply don't care enough to be involved in their stupid, petty arguments? It was getting worse now, they were becoming almost aggressive. This is actually bordering on ridiculous. Time ticked on endlessly, awkward glances passed on to me from each of the other servants told me I had to do something, before it got out of hand like last time. Shudder. I had only just gotten away safely last time before that butler, that STUPID butler, had threatened my future stay in the Trancy mansion, and my life along with it. But if I didn't do something, would I get blamed for the fate of my master? I took one last look at the pair of them, bickering like children, gently smoothing out the creases in my dusty apron, and hesitantly lifted myself from the delicate oak chair before clearing my throat.
********************************Alois' P.O.V. ********************************
"Claude! For goodness sake, look at the state of this place! You're supposed to be a butler!" I yelled, standing up so suddenly that the chandelier above the table jingled, and placed the palms of my hands firmly on the smooth, cotton tablecloth. The clean, kempt demon facing me barely adjusted his glasses before replying in his calm voice "Master, I can assure you that the mansion is in complete running order. I left the cleaning duties in the hands of the servants whilst I was away completing your errands.", and reaching for a china teacup in front of him with the greatest of care. As if to almost check his words, my gaze followed to that of the servants also seated at the table. The triplets took a few seconds before meeting my gaze, and each slightly quivered in turn before nodding at me reluctantly, and continuing to stare in contentment at Claude. I then moved my gaze to the other side of the oak table, where the dark-skinned, pure-haired beauty faced her lap with what appeared to be shame, fiddling with her smooth fingers without saying a word. Hmph.
I turned back to face the butler, viewing the growing frustration on his face as he replaced his teacup back onto the table, and continued- "Master, you gave me specific orders to follow, did you not? You requested that I keep an eye on that brat and his sham of a butler, and report back to you any suspicious activity. Forgive me, but I simply cannot be there and here at the mansion at the same time." I could not believe my ears. How dare HE, a mere butler, reply back to me in such an insolent, bitter tone? I had to almost grip onto the edge of the table for support. A wave of anger and disbelief washed over me. "How dare you talk back to your master like that!" my voice echoed into the old room, knocking a thin layer of dust from the ceiling. There was a fine plate of roast, vegetables, and glistening beef gravy placed in front of me neatly. With one swipe of my clothed arm, everything (including the roast) clattered and smashed onto the marble floor beneath the table. Claude sniffed and also stood up, taking a few hesitant steps to my side of the table.
"I am tremendously sorry Master, but you must learn to keep your temper and your patience. I may be a butler, but I do not possess time-altering powers. I try to do everything to the best of my ability to please you, Earl Trancy." I lifted my palm up instantly at that point, but the demon butler was too quick for me. Before my palm even made contact with the side of his well-framed face, his white glove of a hand reached up and held it firmly away. We both stared into each other's eyes for a moment… his crimson, burning eyes to my wide, baby blue. Then the loud creak of a chair dragging across the marble distracted us from our debate, and we both faced to turn to glance at the slender, lavender and white servant inquisitively, who was stood from her place. She lifted one manicured hand, and proceeded to clear her throat. "…Ex-Excuse me Master. Please allow me to clean up. I'm incredibly sorry for any inconvenience. I will get cleaning the mansion right away." With one small bow, she gracefully replaced the chair back under the table and hurried away towards the main hall.
Myself and Claude both stood there for a few seconds that seemed like hours, before I snatched my hand back from his claw-like grip and left the room for the study, slamming the grand door behind me.
A/N- Hey guys! I'm kinda new to writing fanfics. But any ideas please leave on reviews? Much appreciated. I know it's a small chapter and I promised Yaoi, but all in good time. I'm currently writing the second chapter already, so please keep following for more updates. Thankyou!- Chloe