A/N: Please note that this takes place after season two of the anime. I hope you enjoy that new story of mine.
Disclaimer : I own nothing and do not make money of it.
I, Merely Your Butler
Chapter One : Reverso
A soft heat and light slowly got him out of his peaceful and relaxing slumber. He slowly rose to sit straight on the large bed, appreciating the good quality sheets' softness against his pale skin. He blinked a few times before coming to realisation.
Had he... Slept ?
His eyes widened and his mouth gaped.
Him, Sebastian Michaelis, had slept.
In his Master's bed.
He slowly got out of bed, which made him realise something odd.
His sight was lower than before, everything seemed bigger.
Frowning stressfully, he almost ran to the mirror.
As he could contemplate his reflection, his eyes widened with silent terror.
His hair had kept its usual style, and he still was as pale as before.
But the two details that shocked him most were the age he appeared to be and his eyes.
First of all he wasn't much taller than his Master. His features were still recognisable, but more child-like. His cheeks were rounder, his lips plump and pinkish and his frame more delicate.
The most shocking were his eyes: his left eye had not its usual dark shade of red, but a brownish one instead. It looked human.
And his right eye... It sheltered a well too known rune surrounded by a pleasant and vibrant violet colour.
He had a contract. In his right eye. Just like his Master.
As he was busy gaping at his very own reflection, three soft knocks could be heard from the door. Not knowing why anyone would knock at the door knowing his Young Master wasn't here, he remained silent, thinking the person behind the door would understand he wasn't here and go away.
Surprisingly, whoever it was chuckled and said in a low, pleasant purring voice "I know you're in there, Young Master."
Furrowing his eyebrows at the insolent teasing tone, Sebastian wondered who on earth would dare to address his Master in such a rude manner.
The knob was slowly turned and a breakfast tray was pushed inside.
What followed it left Sebastian speechless, breathless and for a very short moment, almost brainless.
Two slender white hands were elegantly pushing the tray. The person's paleness beat Sebastian's. It looked as though his skin was made out of porcelain.
His eyes were a teasingly, almost mocking, glowing red well fitting with the slitted deep black pupils fixed upon him. His hair was black, but as the light played with that elegant though slightly rebel hair some dark blue reflects could be perceived.
A relaxed and discreet smile curled delicately his pale lips as he walked to the breakfast table.
Sebastian couldn't believe what he was seeing.
As the man moved elegantly towards said table, he could take notice of how tall the man was, and so very slender. He was graceful, delicate and mannered, but obvious self-assurance emanated from him too.
That was ... Ciel. Ciel Phantomhive was a demon.
Plus, he was dressed as a butler, his clothes fitting his thin body perfectly.
Feeling the heavy gaze fixed upon him, the "butler" smiled without interrupting his precise actions.
"You might like to come forth, Young Master. Your tea will go cold if you don't."
It took a few minutes for Sebastian to realise the demon was talking to him, as there was no one else in the room. Ciel was actually addressing him as "young master".
He remained still, his expression now unreadable.
That could not be happening.
Apparently, Ciel was his butler, and he was the master. He wasn't a demon anymore, and wore the pact's rune in his right eye. Completely mute, he walked towards the slender man, slightly bothered by his short legs, and grabbed his right hand. Without changing his amused expression, the butler watched his master remove his glove from his hand, revealing the rune on his hand, similar to his Master's.
Sebastian gasped.
He raised his gaze to meet his butler's. For the first time in a long, long time, he didn't know what to say.
Ciel smiled.
"It seems there is something troubling you, Young Master. Can I help you?" he almost whispered, presenting the chair in front of the table where his breakfast was set.
Sebastian's stomach growled when the delicious smell of pancakes reached his nose. He frowned at the long lost sensation of hunger which twisted his stomach in an unpleasant way.
He slowly sat on the chair, thoughtful, as his new butler poured the tea.
A question haunted him. Something he had never thought about before. How should he call his "butler"?
It would be weird to call him "Ciel"... He shivered at the thought of it, thinking it was way too familiar. The reason for him shivering, he did not know. It was all new to him. His senses were dull compared to before, and he discovered new sensations with each passing second.
What curious event could've caused them to switch places?
He closed his eyes, arriving to the conclusion that he'd have to cope with that for the moment.
He started eating, marvelled by the food's quality, not leaving a crumb.
It was only after having finished that he noticed Ciel standing next to the recently made bed, folded clothes carefully sat on it.
Taking Ciel's shadow of a smile as an invitation to get closer, he came to sit on the bad, copying what his master and he used to do every morning, like a ritual. It was quite interesting to see from Ciel's point of view, and he felt awfully vulnerable and anxious.
It took him Ciel unbuttoning his shirt to know why he was anxious.
As the pale and slender fingers expertly took off his night shirt, a burning feeling invaded his cheeks and ears. His eyes widened at the sensation.
He was blushing.
He blushed even more as his brain jumped towards perverted thoughts, despite his efforts to contain it.
Ciel's voice took him out of his reverie.
"Are you feeling well, Master?"
With that he realised he had been fully clothed without even knowing it. He really had grown dull.
"...Yes."
He almost jumped at his own child-like voice.
His butler smiled and nodded politely.
"Allow me then to present today's schedule."
x end of ch.1 x
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