+ . . : Chapter Two : . . +
"Ciel, I've finished running the bath. . . don't worry, my eyes are covered," You say as Ciel opens the door.
"Alright, [name], you're okay to look now," Ciel says to you as he lowers himself into the water.
"So. . . what exactly am I supposed to do?" You ask him, walking toward the tub.
"Well, you can start by washing my back, I guess." He hands me the soap and I start.
You notice now how smooth Ciel's skin is. It's not dry like yours, but full of moisture and there's not a blemish in sight.
And then you notice something. A pentagram with some foreign words around it.
'What an odd place to have the Faustian sign,' you think, and then go back to scrubbing.
Once you've finished, he asks you to wash his hair.
It's so silky and soft. The color is most beautiful, and it is cut so precisely that it almost looks like a doll's.
How could God have created such a fine being?
Wait, no, that's not right. The Ciel here right now is not created by God, but by the Devil.
"Hand me that towel," Ciel commands. You obey him and get it immediately, patting his hair dry and then placing it on his shoulders.
"I'm getting out now, so close your eyes again."
"Very well," You say, facing the wall. You hear him get out of the tub, water splashing onto the floor. He begins drying off the rest of himself, tying the towel around his waist, and then starts walking towards the door.
And then you hear him slip.
"Ciel!" You yell, running towards him, grabbing him before he hits the ground. You catch him by the insides of your elbows on his upper arms, which you know may hurt him, so you stand Ciel up and let him go.
That's when I realized his towel had fallen.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" You say, turning around and covering your eyes again.
Instead of what you expected Ciel to do, which was leave the room quickly and quietly, he walks up to you and puts his hand on your shoulder.
"You saved me there," He begins. . .
"Thank you."
Ciel makes you scrub his floors 'until they sparkle', so you do as your told. You can't help but get mad with yourself every couple of minutes.
'I messed up bad. Sebastian is going to have me killed!' You say to yourself.
Oh, wait. He can't do that. Not considering the details of our deal.
"Ciel? How's this?" You ask, showcasing the floor and all of it's sparkling beauty.
He lifts his head up over the paperwork he is reading through.
"Perfect," He smirks.
"Now what would you like me to do?"
"Take a rest."
"A rest? But why? I am supposed to be you butler, aren't I?" You reply, bewildered. Usually, Ciel is like one of thosepeople who only care about themselves. But you realize now that he cares about you.
"You think that matters?" He says, going back to his paper work, "Your back won't get any better by constantly working like you are now. I could see it in your face while you were scrubbing, and I'm surprised you're still standingafter all I've put you through."
"Alright, if that's what you wish, Ciel." You say, bowing and then leaving the room.
"I'll call you back when Sebastian gets here so you can explain yourself why you are off duty"
You close the door quietly and walk downstairs, admiring the spacious mansion.The drapes, made of the finest silk. The mahogany staircase and all of it's gold trimming.
"Good afternoon, [name]," Sebastian says as he enters the foyer.
"Hello, Sebastian. How was your trip?" You ask him.
"It was fine, thank you. How was yours?"
"Just as well," You say, preparing to say more, but Ciel walks in and you don't continue.
"Did you finish the work you've been assigned, Ciel?" Sebastian asks him.
"Yes. Did you?"
"Why of course, my lord, what a question." He responds. "And how was [name]?"
Ciellooks at you for a moment, makes brief eye contact, and then responds.
"She was wonderful." He smirks at you and you blush. Sebastian is taken aback by this.
Ciel never smiles.
"That's great to hear. [name], Thank you for serving the young lord so well. You may take your leave."
"Thank you, Sebastian," you reply, turning and walking to your quarters.
"No, thank you, [name]." You turn around again, bowing and wincing in pain.
'I have to stop doing that,' you say to yourself.
"Are you alright?" Ciel asks you.
"Yes, I'm fine Ciel, no need to worry."
Sebastian's eyes grow wideto your response. He grabs you by your shoulderand holds you against the wall. He digs his fingernails into your shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
"You. . . You dare call the young lordby his first name? You, a meager servant, just tossing it around like it's nothing?" He says, eyes blazing.
"B-but," you start, but before you could finish Sebastian pulls a knife to the front of your jaw and propping your head up.
"Sebastian! Stop this at once! You can't kill her!"
"You ungrateful little bastard, you shouldn't have bean here in the first place!" He screams, digging the knife upwards. You could feel the knife pierce through your jaw and scrape the back of your top teeth as the blood trickles down to your collar bone and drips off from there.
"Sebastian!" Ciel yells as you see him run towards you. "You idiot, what the hell is your problem?" He throws Sebastian off of you and you drop to the floor, barely conscious.
"You don't care that [name] calls you that?" You hear Sebastian say through your misty thoughts. You can taste the blood from your mouth as it forms a pool around your head.
"If I minded," Ciel says, "Then why would I have asked her to call me that?"
You begin to black out now, completely oblivious to the world. You try and move, even just fidget, but you can't. No noise will come out of your mouth. You are helpless.
'Ciel, help me,' you try and say. 'Save me.'
Before you completely black out, you see Sebastian turn around in horror. You want to yell, scream, even fight back.
But it's too late for that.
When you surface again, you see Ciel hovering over you with an odd expression on his face.
"Thank god! You're alright!" He screams, grabbing you by the sides and squeezing you.
'Now, I wouldn't go saying I'm okay.' You say to yourself
"We were worried sick, yes we were!" Mey-Rin jumps up in excitement to see that you're not dead.
You sit up, propping yourself up on one arm and ruffing up your hair. Your thoughts were all a jumble. You couldn't tell up from down or right from wrong. Everyone was in the room. Finni, Tanaka, even Bard.
And Sebastian, with his head held low.
"You guys, I'm fine now! Don't worry!" You say, trying to be cheerful. However, your current situation is not exactly the most pleasant one. Your back has just barely healed, your mouth is almost too sore to talk, and the skin on your left shoulder is completely peeled off.
"Come on guys, let's let her have some peace," Finny says, corralling the rest of the people out of the room.
Everyone except Sebastian, who stayed in his chair. After everyone leaves the room, he approaches you.
"I'm truly sorry, [name], I hadn't realized the situation and I guess I overreac—" He says
"You broke our promise, Sebastian." You say bluntly.
"How so?"
"You do exactly as Ciel tells you, correct?"
"Yes."
"Did he, or did he not tell you to stop threatening me? To stop trying to kill me?"
No response.
"I can tell where this is going," He says finally. "I promise, I won't lose my head again."
"Good. Now, I'm tired, so if you'd please?" You say, pointing to the door.
"Of course."
It's been a week since the little 'situation' with Sebastian. Your mouth is pretty much completely healed, but your shoulder is still covered in bandages. However, you have decided to go back to your maid work. It's the early hours of the morning, but you haven't slept all night. You just sit watching the other servants sleep peacefully, and you envy them. For being normal humans.
You've always hated the fact that you're a reaper. Your once normal colored eyes are now the color of ripe Granny Smithsand lemons. Everyone considers you to be geneticallyunstable because of this and your overly pale skin, unable to burn.
Only a select few know that your really just a reaper. You have to wear those God awful glasses even though they don't fit your face. You can see fine without them, too, but it's just protocol for being a reaper. Thankfully, since you've been working here, William has been light with the workload.
A noise from outside startles you out of your thoughts. Who is that outside the window?
"Grell?" You say quietly, "What the hell are you doing here? Hasn't Sebastian set a restraining order against you?"
"Oh, Bassie? As long as he doesn't see me, everythings alright!" He winks and you groan.
'Jeez, he's even girlier than me,' You think.
You open the window and climb out, still wearing the green skirt and cotton shirt from the night before.
"What do you want?" You ask him, clearly showing your irritation.
"Well, there's been this whole scandal downtown, and the old man, Will, wants us to go and collect all the souls. The Yard hasn't even figured out about this yet!"
"Okay, okay, just let me grab my scythe." You sigh, turning back around.
Your scythe, the only thing, other than Ciel, that you will gaurd with your life.
A four foot katana, stainless. The base is a special, sturdy metal that even the richest person would have trouble getting. You keep it in you mattress, tucked under all of your blankets and such.
"Come on, hurry your little ass over here." Grell moans.
"I'm not a donkey, don't talk to me like that."
"Whatever, you old bloke."
"In case you didn't know, I'm younger than you." Your childish banter continues, and believe it or not, you and Grell are actually good friends
As soon as you make it to the scene, you have to plug your nose. The smell of decay after just a few hours is overwhelming.
"Well, let's get to it. Only a matter of time before the Yard gets here."
"Yeah, yeah."
You do as Grell says. Not because you care about what the Yard does, but because you have to get back the estate, ASAP.
Your katana cuts through to the souls like a warm knife through butter. It's almost a joke how easy it is, compared to Grell's heavy duty (and not to mention noisy) death scythe.
"Is there not a volume button for that thing? At this rate, you'll end up waking the whole district before these souls are all harvested."
"Ah-ah-ah! Only reapers can hear it," He says, matter-of-factly.
About twenty long minutes later we had taken care of them all. Grell walks the way home with me since he knows I haven't gained the teleporting ability yet. He seems annoyed by this and groans the whole way back to the Phantomhives.
"Oh, shut you trap, you could have just left me by myself." You say as you climb back through the window.
"But I feel like I'm letting you get raped or something," He says, making an awkward face.
"Well then, stop complaining!" You giggle as you jump down into the room. "Toodles!"
And then you lock the window.
Now, after a long night of no sleep and far to much Grell, you have to work with Mey-Rin, the most troublesome maid there is. The only reason she's hired here is because she's the best sniper in the better part of planet earth. But you? You are hired here for a special reason. For a promise you know you'll never break. But will Sebastian hold up his part of it?
"Well, there's no telling at this point," You say to yourself, now midday.
"What's that you're saying?" Mey-Rin asks you.
"Oh, nothing, just talking to myself."
"That's a sign of dementia, you know?" Sh says.
"Now don't go jumping to conclusions. After all, I'm a lot more sane than you." You giggle.
"Yes, maybe so, but nobody is as able as Sebastian, no they aren't!"
"Well, Sebastian may be one hell of a butler, But I am one killer maid." You say to yourself, quite amused.