CHAPTER 1 : His butler, flattered.

Paris, Moulin Rouge.

"What on Earth are they doing?"

"I believe this is French Cancan, that new dance everybody is talking about, my Lord."

"That's utterly gross."

Disappointment... You don't like the show and I failed to fulfil my duty to keep you entertained.

"Please forgive me, my Lord. I thought the Young Master would enjoy the show. Those persons are supposed to be the best dancers and the most beautiful girls in the World, so I thought..."

"Most beautiful girls in the world?" You cut me off. "Rubbish. Their make-up is so outrageous they look like prostitutes. Besides, you're far more charming than any of these women," you say in a detached tone, sipping at your tea, before you realise in horror which words have just escaped your mouth.

Charming? No one has ever called me that. Charming is not a word people usually choose to refer to a Devil. Believe me, you wouldn't call me charming if you saw my real form, but it doesn't matter. Right now, you find me charming.

In the semi-darkness, I can see the faint flush on your cheeks, and I'm sure mine would be red too, if I wasn't what I am. Fortunately enough, my cheeks always remain as white as porcelain and never betray me. I'm so flattered and so happy inside I can't suppress a smile.

You frown and look daggers at me.

"Sebastian! Let's go back to the hostel, I'm bored!" You snap at me, standing up.

I love to see anger burning in your eye, this is such an interesting feeling. Anger rules your life and overcomes all the other feelings. On the outside only, because you're a much more sensitive person than everyone thinks. On rare occasions, you lower your guard and give yourself away. You're then mad at yourself and try everything you can to pretend nothing has happened. It is so touching it is almost funny. A soft laugh escapes my throat.

"And stop giggling, you idiot. You're ugly when you chuckle!"

I cannot disobey your order, so I refrain from laughing, and kneel down.

"Yes, my Lord."

But it's too late, Young Master. You can be as unpleasant as you want, you can't swallow back the words you've said earlier, and I won't forget them.

I am one hell of a butler, but I am one hell of a... charming butler.


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Published on September.20 2010