A/N: Kuroshitsuji belongs to Yana Toboso; NOT ME.
This is a prolouge for what I hope to continue in some cute moments between the cook and the garneder.
Rated Mature for harsh language, sex (maybe in future, implied for now). WARNING: Yaoi and SPOILERS.
I also credit Jessica, a dear friend, for part of the dialog used in this piece below.
"Get off me, Bard!" Finnian yelled, shoving the cook away. "This is my job, don't tell me how to do it!" He pulled the flowers from the cook's hands, placing them in a basket. "I garden, you cook. Go away."
The gardener hadn't been in such a great mood lately, with Bard at his heels. The man couldn't seem to find anything better to do than annoy Finnian by letting him know what a terrible job he was doing.
"Oh c'mon, Finnian," Bard went on, grinning with a cig hanging out his mouth, elbowing Finnian lightly, "At least let me try to help. You're so small and frail~" He taunted.
Finnian turned to Barn, his arms stiff down his sides, his lower lip quivering a little. His eyes teared up a bit, too. "Fuck. You." He retorted.
"Ah, but I am busy."
"I didn't mean it like that!" Finnian said quickly, his face turning a bright red as he turned away and continued with his work.
"Sure you didn't, kid."
Finnian growled a little, trying to ignore the cook. "Go fuck yourself." He said quietly, picking at the bush.
"No thanks," Bard said, leaning closer to whisper in Finnian's ear, "I've got you instead."