Sebastian hated everything about this damn shop. He worked day and night at a tattoo parlor named 'ink your heart'. They had already had two idiots take the title literally. Sebastian was the owner of the shop but he also saw to the day to day affairs. He couldn't leave this shop in the hands of the employees ever. He would come back to a destroyed building and three news channel cars. He could only imagine what the three employees would do without him there. Sebastian's long sleeve shirt covered up his only tattoo. He had gotten a tattoo of a pentagram on his chest where his heart was. Many saw the symbol as the sign of the devil, and he smirked silently thinking about that. People had such ludicrous beliefs, at one point people had thought that the potato was the devils fruit, and had starved rather than eat it. He could understand beliefs if there was a reason behind them, but it seemed most faiths were based on myth or insanity.
The ringing of the bell at the front desk snapped him out of his thinking. He walked up to the desk, and saw a teen with striking blue eyes. What the hell was this guy a pirate? He asked himself noticing the eyepatch over one of his eyes. "What can I do for you." Sebastian asked obviously not very interested in this conversation. "I'm looking for a job." The teen said, and Sebastian looked up almost shocked, but he kept his face an unreadable mask. "Is that so? We have a position open at the current time, if you're a decent artist." He said looking at this boy critically. "I have something I could show you if you like." The boy said reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a folded piece of paper, and opened it on the counter. Inside he had a perfectly drawn picture of the outside of the shop. "It took me about thirty minutes." The teen said with a shrug. "You can draw other things yes? Like if I asked you to tattoo a dolphin on my ankle you could?" The boy shrugged, "Of course I could, but why a dolphin. It sounds like something a chick would want." The teen said moving his black hair from in front of his exposed eye. "It was hypothetical." Sebastian said becoming a bit irritated. Didn't he realize he was talking to the manager of this shop? "Alright Dolphin man whatever you say, when should I begin my shift." Sebastian was shocked when he heard himself being called "Dolphin Man". Who the hell did this boy think he was? "That's boss to you." Sebastian said. The boy only smirked and said, "Yeah whatever. Does nine to five work for you?" He asked. "Sure." Sebastian said inside he was grinning evilly. "Here you go, this is your schedule." Sebastian said handing him a slip of paper that said 5 p.m. to 9 a.m. The boy looked at it and his eyes widened. "Something wrong?" Sebastian asked his voice much too smooth. "Nothing, I'll see you tomorrow." The boy said turning his back. "Hey kid what's your name?" He asked.
"Ciel Phantomhive." He said turning so he could see his profile, and smirked. He walked away, and Sebastian muttered under his breath. "That was much easier than expected." Sebastian turned and collided head on with one of his workers. "What have I told you about being more careful Mey-Rin?" He said looking down at her. "I-I'm sorry sir, I'm just so clumsy and…" She sighed looking back up at Sebastian. He sidestepped, and Mey-Rin looked down blushing and scuttled by.
Sebastian looked after her with a small smirk. It had only been a few months and this girl had a huge crush on him already. It wasn't like she was very good at hiding it with her constant blushing and running into him. She had to be the clumsiest person he knew by far. Then there were his other two employees. Bart, he was as useless as a wet towel, and Finny who tried hard but was accident prone. He sighed shaking his head, and walked back into his office sitting down for a hot cup of tea. "Sometimes I wonder how I survive in this business." Bart walked through the door sitting onto his seat. "What have I told you about lazing around?" Sebastian asked his eyes turning to slits. Bart rolled his eyes and looked back to his boss. "I can't stand that chick with the red hair. She keeps tripping and falling, I swear if I have to clean up another blood spill I'll go mad." He said with an irritated sigh. "It isn't her fault she's clumsy, and you ought to pay her more respect. At least she tries instead of lazing around like a fat oaf." Sebastian said. "Ehh… perhaps you're right, I ain't had any business in a while. Makes me sad when I don't have some eighteen year old squirming in my chair. Something about those kids being legal makes 'em think they can stand any amount of pain. " Sebastian nodded he had seen many eighteen year olds walk through the doors, and leave with a half-finished tattoo or tear stains on their shirt. Sebastian on the other hand enjoyed getting a tattoo sure it hurt, but something about the pain had been soothing almost. The door rang in the other room, and Bart hurried to greet them. He could hear a female voice, and they sounded young just Bart's type. Mey-Rin on the other hand didn't give tattoos but instead got the ink mixed. She was good at what she did Sebastian could give her credit for that. He wondered how this Ciel kid would fit into the mix, Sebastian could think of a place for him, and the idea brought a smirk to his lips.
