Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler).

( ) = Main character's side thought.

"Main character talking with Sebastian while inside the dark realm that is his current form."

Main character thinking intentionally out loud while inside Sebastian.

(Main character thinking unintentionally out loud while inside Sebastian.)

I took it upon my duty as a fan girl to not annoy Sebastian. Living in Sebastian Michaelis was heaven. I refused to tick off heaven. This meant not squealing when I saw Ciel, clapping whenever Sebastian did something awesome, or laughing when Finny, Bard or Mey-Rin did something ridiculous. I also had to literally curl in on myself and have my back face Sebastian's eyes whenever he changed his attire. I would most certainly turn into another Grell then, and I refused to have Sebastian discard my soul because I acted like a fan girl 24/7. Living in him should be enough...

"You haven't talked in a while, my lady."

"I refuse to annoy you," I said seriously after I swallowed in an attempt to calm my heart after hearing his voice. I stared upward at darkness with my hands behind my head. I attempted to appear as calm as possible. (I refuse to become another Grell and figuratively bounce around in your dark form just because I am a fan of yours.)

"I highly doubt that there is anything you could do that could annoy me so. You have nothing to fear."

(Pfft. Right. I'm inside a demon, how could I possibly feel fear? And you haven't heard me squeal or freak out yet.) "Right," I answered in an amused voice.

"My lady." I looked to my right to see Sebastian staring at me through a mirror again. His eyes were red. "Is something troubling you?" I looked back up at the darkness, heart trembling, physically revealing itself by pulsing red around me in a vein light show.

I huffed out a breath, appearing annoyed. "Fine. Shouldn't you be doing chores?" (I know you don't like to be even a mere minute late behind schedule. You should be looking at that silver pocket watch of yours by now.)

"My lady."

A hardcore shiver ran through me. "What?"

"The more that you suppress your soul, the shorter amount of time it will take for me to feel maddening hunger." I couldn't believe what he was telling me. His words translated into be a fan girl.

"I will annoy the hell out of you," I warned one last time.

"I've been to Hell," he answered in amusement, his eyes shining. "You couldn't compare."

I couldn't stop the hot shivers. You couldn't compare to Hell. In other words, you are not annoying. I will not discard your soul. Thank. The. Devil. Or…God. What, I can't thank both? The devil for creating this beautiful fallen angel, and God for allowing me to be eaten by him? Oh hell…who cares? Pure joy shivered through me in waves. "Thank you."

When I recovered, Sebastian told me something that I thought that I would never hear come from his mouth in any language.

"My lady."

I cleared my throat. "Yes?"

"Look."

I quickly covered my eyes when my head moved up to look. "I don't think so."

"I promise you it's not life threatening."

(And I'm pretty damn sure it is.) "No."

"I could painfully squelch your soul."

I looked. It was nothing terrible. The hand that held Ciel's contract was simply uncovered and placed on the second button of his white collared shirt. The first button was undone. I could feel the pulse that flashed around me this time. "Your point?"

"I will have to feed again soon if your soul does not replenish in energy." In other words, freak out or die.

And so, I began putting my overactive imagination to work. When I opened my eyes and stared at the image before me, along with Sebastian's shining pink eyes, I began clapping, jumping up and down, and going as far as to squeal softly. His amusement at my sudden transformation sent me swooning. I was practically dancing on the platform, and he didn't even care. He encouraged my inner fan girl to swoon. Sebastian Michaelis was officially heaven incarnate.