"Once upon a time, there was a beauty whose hair was as black and soft as the silk of the night sky.
He wore nothing for his enticingly beautiful features burned through anything that dared to touch his soft pale skin.
As soft and beautiful as his black mane was, the young beauty did not care for it. So many people wanted to take it from the young man and keep it for themselves. They were envious and wanted the young beauty to have nothing..
He was truly an innocent child, his brilliant eye demonstrated what he felt, although the young man never presented any fear or doubt,.. within his heart the raging clouds of destruction played on, nudging at the seems of the young mans heart, waiting for it to Burst open and spill out the truth, from deep within." The story rang though Sebastian's ears as he made his way down an all to familiar hallway, with the story book in his hand.
He had heard this story more times than he could count, it recited itself within his heart over and over again, ,making his stomach join in on the fight causing Sebastian knots and nausea. It would be a long day for the poor butler, he had his chores he still needed to attend to. Once a long time ago, he had thought it the Ideal job to work in a mansion... to put it simply he thought it to be, just cleaning and occasionally helping the cook prepare food for their young master... OH how wrong he was. He had been working at the Phantomhive estate for over a year and he had yet to meet the man he was serving. The master had a rule that he only be served by a man by the name of Tanaka (head Butler), this man was always popping out of no-where just to make sure he was the one to present himself to the young master, He did this to make sure the young masters identity was hidden. I can't truly understand why he would hide himself from us, I mean we are his servants?... I guess it intrigues me that he doesn't seem to care about what we look like or who we are.
"Hey Sebastian!" the loud scream of the awkward trio brought me out of my mind and into the world I desperately wanted to escape.. "yes?" I questioned what they could possibly need me for.. another kitchen fire I suppose, I turned to glance at them slowly observing what could possibly be wrong with them.. I could tell by their faces that my facial features must have scared them for they all in unison started to back away and they suddenly became quiet and none responsive..
"well what do you need?, I am working you know" the trio looked at one another smiles spreading across their faces like wild fire.
"well actually Tanaka has stayed home today because he is sick." the purple haired girl tried to control her laughter as she spoke," do you know what that means, mister butler in charge?"
My mind went blank, what did she mean butler in charge Tanaka is in charge. What did Tanaka have to do with me? we're both butlers I'll give them that. But what else could he possibly want me to do... the trio could see that I was losing my mind over what Tanaka could leave for me to do... before I was completely lost in thought Finnian spoke up," listen Sebastian, we just need you to take the young master his morning tea."
He said it so simply, like it was the easiest thing in the world. yet his words rang through my head like cannon fire..."take the young master his tea?" My voice was just above a whisper as I realized what Finnian had meant. "yeah it is all ready to go", the trio said in unison pointing to a beautiful silver cart decorated with tea and a lite breakfast.
"you might want to hurry, if you are late the master will be very disappointed, it is your first time after all!" all three of them gleamed as they pushed Sebastian toward the cart and down the hall which contained the young masters chambers.
I could feel my heart starting to race, sure I could over-power the three and run and hide, but the more I thought about doing so the more I thought of the alternative.. one of the trio would have to give the master his tea, the situations played around in my mind...
The First Scenario...
as I fled the scene, the duty was left to the abnormally strong Finnian to save the day and serve his master tea. As he Clenched the tea cup, his hand tense slightly as he approached his young master, the cup shattered under the pressure of the strong hand, it left his hand and fell to his feet below, staining the gorgeous carpet of his masters room...
Oh hell he would never be able to do it, Sebastian sighed as he thought of a different scenario.
The Second Scenario...
Mey-Rin stood awkwardly at her masters door, announcing that she had brought his morning tea, although her voice shook uncontrollably she was allowed to enter his chambers. Mey-Rin pushed the cart slowly into the room...ALL OF A SUDDEN... Mey-Rin slipped on air and lost control of the cart sending it straight into the young masters bed. It was a beautiful Rainbow of tea and small cakes and sandwiches that decorated the young master and his bed.
Sebastian cringed slightly at the last scenario, before he even thought of the cook (Bard) entering the masters room he thought it in the best interest that his elegant self should present the master with his morning tea.
Coming closer to the masters room, Sebastian regained his composure, straightened his jacket and turned to the trio..." I will present the master with his tea, I no longer need your assistance."
I turned on my heel sharply as I wrapped my fingers around the handle of the cart giving it a tight squeeze as I made my way onward to my masters bedroom, even though I was confident with the dismissal I gave the trio, my heart and body betrayed me. Shaking and Quivering with the question of what my master was truly like in person, so many questions filled my mind I started to get a dizzying feeling. I thought about turning around, but my feet planted into the floor beneath me, I felt my arm rise on its own accord, knocking ever so softly on the young masters door.
"My lord I have your tea." my voice worked on its own It didn't shake which surprised me, I waited what seemed like eternity for an answer, my anxiety almost choked me to death as my heart raced daring to jump right out of my chest. I was about to knock again but was stopped dead in my tracks as something almost like a whisper caught my ears, it was gentle and richly soothing, his voice was like velvet capturing my body in a burning desire to see who could have spoken with such an exotic voice, I heard the voice say a little louder still with the intense velvet, his command echoed ..."come in."
