Jade POV

I had no idea what I was thinking. But somehow, here I am, standing in a maid's uniform.

"Oh, it looks gorgeous on you!" Mey-Rin gushed. "You're so young, but you have such a graceful form!"

I pinched my waist. "So I do." But of course, it was just my butterfly knife training and stuff. Stealing is great. (You can't really be a thief and be obese, can you?) It'd slow you down! So is killing. I've never actually killed anyone, but it seems like fun, doesn't it? I just don't want to feel the guilt and shame though. I'm a pretty acrobatic person, and all I really want to do is be free. Just me and my thieving antics. "But why am I here?"

"You know that man that brought you here, Sebastian?" Mey-Rin asked, pulling up her hair. "He finds people like us. People who are extremely great in a fight. You see, our job isn't to really perform as servants-but we do most of the time-it's to protect the Young Master."

"Who?" I asked in my phony British accent. I've come from America, and this accent thing is hard. . .

"Ciel Phantomhive, of course! He's only 12 years old, but he's incredibly important."

"So we have a child master? He's the same age as me!" I complained. "I'm only in it for the money, really."

"I know, but I'm mostly in it for Sebastian," Mey-Rin said. She sighed, blushing. "He's so dreamy."

"I guess," I said. "He seems rather, lecherous. So what do we do-"

Someone knocked on the door twice, and we both turned our heads too the right, and looked at the wooden door.

It slowly opened.

"Everyone decent?" a gruff voice asked, peering in. It was a man, with short blond hair, and blue eyes. He was holding a cigarette in one hand.

"Baldroy!" Mey-Rin exclaimed. "You shouldn't poke your head in!"

"Yeh, yeh, of course," he said quickly. "Sebastian wants us downstairs, apparently we've got guests today." He scratched the back of his head, and squinted, thinking.

"More rich snobs?" I groaned, sagging my shoulders.

"Who's this?"

"Jade, she's the new servant here," Mey-Rin said, gesturing.

"Oh. She's rather young, don't you think?"

I sneered. "Nobody asked for your opinion." I turned towards Mey-Rin, smiling, and bubbly. "Would you kindly show me the way?"

She nodded her head frantically. "Of course! This way. . ." She quickly walked towards the door. Baldroy and I followed her towards the main room I remember coming through last night. In the room was a young boy-16 I assume. Rather adorable actually-wearing a straw hat. He raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth when seeing me.

The other person was that lecherous man, Sebastian. A smaller guy holding some green tea was walking in from the other side.

I stood next to Mey-Rin, who stood next to Baldroy, who stood next to the young guy.

"Jade. Mey-Rin. Baldroy. Finnian," Sebastian began slowly. His voice was incredibly smooth, and his eyes-they were red, what is he a demon or something-landed on each of us. They landed on me, and I felt a shiver run up my spine, but at the same time, I felt my cheeks grow hot. "We have guests today. Very important." His expression was rather stern when he said that.

"Yes sir!" Finnian shouted. "Erm, what do we do?"

"Finnian, take care of the garden. I hear their daughter has a thing for Japanese gardens, so plant cherry blossoms and bamboo. I'll check on you later." He turned to Baldroy. "We'll be working in the kitchen. I can't trust you to not burn the whole mansion down."

"Eheh, sorry about that. . ."

"Mey-Rin, clean the obvious objects of the house. Jade, clean the Young Master's sheets. When you're done, help Mey-Rin. Baldroy, come." He walked off, his coat tails trailing behind fancily.

"Um," I cleared my throat, "I don't know where the 'Young Master's' chambers are, so. . ."

"Oh! Of course, follow me. . ."

Moments later, I was standing in the young guy's room. It was pretty big. There was a bed, a wardrobe, a table, and a nightstand. I walked to the nightstand. There was a large blue ring.

My thieving instincts whirled, and I had to slap myself. Don't steal it. Don't do it. No, no, no. Just do your job. But it'll annoy me later. It will pester me until I do! Gah. I tore off the sheets, and dashed out of the room. I took a left, and BAM!

"Ow."

The other person grunted in frustration. I peered over the white sheets. It was a boy my age. He was pretty pale, and he had an eyepatch. His eye that didn't have an eyepatch was a nice aqua colour. His hair was almost blue. Like, dark dark blue.

His eye glared intensely at me. "You fool!" he shouted, outraged. He shut his eye, and then composed himself. He took a breath, and continued, talking in a slow drawl, as if speaking to a child. "What are you doing?"

"Um. Sitting on the floor, I don't know."

"That's not what I meant," he said. "It appears you're cleaning my sheets. Sebastian normally does it."

"Well, what if I am Sebastian. In disguise?" I stood up.

He stood up too, and scoffed. "Highly doubt it."

We glared at each other.

"Well, make sure to wash the duvet separately," he said, walking off towards his room.

"Well, make sure to wash the duvet separately," I mimicked in a high, annoying voice. I scoffed. "Bitch."

This is based off of a fic I wrote with my friend