A/N: Well here it is my first story. I hope you all enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler. If I did I guarantee you that I would not be on here writing. Instead I would be relaxing and trying to draw something.
Sometimes she really wondered why the young Master allowed Grell inside the Manor. All he seemed to be able to do was agitate Sebastian and cause the rest of them to not get any work done. It set her teeth on edge especially. It ended with Grell quoting something from Shakespeare, normally Romeo and Juliet, and Sebby trying to punch him in the face.
"Grell, I swear if you don't stop I will kill you this time."
"Now my dear Bassie, I know that you wouldn't do anything so terrible to your one true love."
This, now this time she had enough. "I now pronounce you Demon and Reaper. You may kiss the bride." As she walked out of the room, carrying the vase the young Master had requested for Lizzie's next visit, the sounds behind her were quite rewarding. It involved an ecstatic Reaper trying his hardest to succeed in that very order, and a very pissed off Butler trying to kill him with his bare hands.
Yes, today was quite a good day.
A/N: How was it? The maid in this story is an O/C of mine named Rachel. I am thinking about actually using her in a story, but I don't know. Would you like that? If so put a yes in your review! As always flames are welcome, and any improvements you would like to see will be taken into consideration.
R&R?