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Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji. And I probably never will. *sniffle*
It was a cold, clear night at Phantomhive Manor when the madness had started.
All of the servants had gone to sleep a while ago, and the young earl had just been put to bed. The butler, however, had no need for rest and was still hard at work. He actually didn't mind having to work at night; he enjoyed the quiet, peaceful darkness.
As he walked down the hall, carrying a small candelabrum, he contemplated what he would do first. There were so many chores to be done… He could fix the rosebushes the idiot had killed, or try to get the shoe polish off the banister, or maybe he could-
Creeeeaaaaaak.
He paused. What was that? He looked around, then shrugged and continued walking. It was probably nothing. The butler turned a corner and passed by a large window, noting the scratch marks probably left by the dog, promising himself to fix it later.
He sighed and continued walking but promptly stopped again.
Creeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaak.
This was strange. The butler looked around again, holding up the candles so he could see better. He could have sworn he'd heard someone… There!
A streak of movement caught his eye, and he whirled around, meaning to whack the intruder upside the head with the candelabra. Whoever it was dodged, and their face was suddenly visible in the candlelight.
The butler blinked in surprise- something he had rarely ever done.
It was a small girl, with wide eyes and shiny black hair that spiraled down in tight curls. She couldn't have been older that six, so how…
"SEBAS-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!"
"Ouch!"