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To Sebastian, perfection was something that was considered absolute. If he couldn't give his master the best, then what kind of butler would he be? So when two reapers decided to interfere with his master's orders, naturally, the demon was not pleased. Even though two reapers was in itself, a difficult match to win, that was not what Sebastian's reason was for attempting to run from them. In fact, he quite liked the prospect of a challenging fight. However, he needed to get to Ciel, and quickly. Sebastian had heard his call, and in a moment, he knew his young master would be abducted for the umpteenth time. 'I swear. Sometimes, I believe you like being captured, young master.' The butler internally sighed. However, he still had a job to do, and he was running out of time to do it. He turned towards the pesky reapers, and happened to catch a golden opportunity. Just as William was adjusting his glasses, the demon hurled a piece of silverware towards him, knocking the reaper's only means of vision from his face. With one blind, and the other's deathscythe out of order, Sebastian hurried off to rescue Ciel. However, he was too late… By the time he had found him, his young master had already been brainwashed, and ordered Sebastian to stay out of his sight, while he remained with Claude. Always the perfect butler, Sebastian obeyed, clenching his fists in anger as he walked from the soul he'd been carefully tending to all this time. 'Curse Claude!' he thought to himself. 'And if those irritating reapers had just stayed out of my way…'
CLICK! CLICK!
"OoooOooh my, Sebas-chan~!" Cooed an irritatingly familiar voice. "You look simply ravishing~ when you're angry! Give me some more sexy shots!" the redhead demanded, getting up into the demon's face with his newly acquired camera.
Sebastian was just about to send Grell through a brick wall, when an even better thought came to mind. Although he found the redhead irritating beyond all belief, Grell was not the one to have caused him the loss of his young master. No, that stern boss of Grell's had seen to that. The demon never much cared for that man in the first place. He could tolerate Grell's nonsense to an extent, but mainly because he didn't act like a typical, stodgy, emotionless death god. William, on the other hand…
Sebastian grinned at his devious thoughts, and then turned to the redhead with a predatory smirk. "I'm afraid that shots such as these would be a horrible waste of film." He said coyly to the red reaper.
"Hmmm?" Grell questioned with a raised eyebrow, confused as to what the demon was getting at.
"Why not save some of this film for the bedroom? Hmm? I'm sure you make some lovely faces while you're screaming." The butler responded with a smile, voice as calm as ever.
Grell's brain turned to complete goo, and he was unable to respond for a few moments. "Bassy! Oh myyyy~! I knew you would confess your love to me sooner or later! Oooooooo! Take me Sebas-chan~!" Grell shrieked gleefully once he was able to speak. He swooned next to the butler before fainting into his arms. The demon's grin widened just ever so slightly as he carried the swooning reaper back to his room at the Phantomhive estate.