Sebas-chan!
Chapter three
-"Wake up, Grell." A voice said from above him.
-"Mmm- he muffled, rubbing his eyes with his hands- what time is it?"
-"It's seven in the morning."
-"But… I thought I had to wake you up at eight thirty, like every Saturday, My Lady…"
-"Well, not today." She replied from the light cone at the door, resting her cherry-red fan on her cheek, almost maternal. Grell looked at her beautiful dress and thought he was luckier that Sebastian, for at least one thing: he didn't have to help her to dress up, 'cause it seemed rather complicated.
-"So? What are you waiting for? Get out of bed, quick: your lessons are starting in one hour or two and we're already late."
-"Late? Pardon me, but I really don't know what you're talking…"
-"Aren't you the most terrible butler that this country has ever seen? Well, I'm giving you an education! Happy?"
-"You mean… you?"
-"Not me, you nitwit!"
Her eyes sprinkled as she got near the shinigami and sat on the bed, handling him his glasses because he couldn't see enough to get them.
Madam Red put her hands on the 'butler''s shoulders and murmured:
-"Wanna go get some lessons from the best butler in London?"
Now she's going to stab me to death! He thought, terrorised, but when she moved, it was just to stroke him lightly on the head.
Grell automatically pulled her closer, pressing her head on his chest.
-"You're sad, mistress. I can smell it. And I'm awfully sorry. I never meant to-" She freed herself.
-"Oh, shush, you better get dressed properly. I had our carriage prepared. Sebastian is waiting for you, so… if he's so lucky that he won your heart, don't let him run away. Charm him, Grell."
He smiled, noticing her eyes were watery.
Oh, Madam Red, what an awful mess. Why hurt the one who cares for me the most?
-"Madam, I thank you for asking Sebastian for lessons. I need it. You're so kind… you don't deserve to feel like you do. If I can do anything to cheer you up…" Now he understood what 'friendship' was about. He never had interest in that kind of things, being a Reaper with a dark soul, but knowing that that woman- that broken woman- convinced Sebastian to give him lessons just to make it easier for him to see his Sebas-chan sent his heart fly high in the sky.
-"Just try to be a butler. I just want you here with me, Grell…" Her voice broke and she threw herself in Grell's arms, sniffing softly.
He whispered silly little things to calm her down, almost forgetting about getting up, putting on some clothes and rush to his Sebby.
Madam Red took his head in her hands and pressed her lips on his, moaning.
He didn't pull back; instead he returned the kiss, putting maybe too effort in it, because she slid her tongue inside his mouth.
He broke the kiss and gasped for hair, aware that he became Shinigami Grell the instant their lips met: the strong emotion made his dress-up crawl away.
He took her hand and placed a gentleman kiss on it like he did the evening before.
Trying to be sexy, he bit her finger and watched horrified as a red drop emerged from her pale skin. Oops, I bit her too hard…damn pointy teeth.
Then again… that lusty red.
He couldn't resist: he took the hand again and licked away the blood drop.
She got up, rubbing the bit hand on her gown, breathing heavily.
-"You won't use me."
She stepped out.
-"Why are you giving lessons to the Barnett family butler?"
There was more than hint of jealousy in Finnian's voice. Sebastian looked down at him, and big, cute and curious eyes waited for an answer.
-"I couldn't refuse. Lady Angelina, Young Master's aunt, expressly requested me to do it." He explained in a low, calm tone, as if he were talking to a very young child. The gardener frowned, avoiding the black butler's eyes, looking away at the white roses that filled the Phantomhive Manor garden. It was the full blooming season, and the flowers were so beautiful that they seemed to cheer Ciel up a little.
-"Can't she just fire him?" Yelled Bard from somewhere in the begonia bushes.
-"Like you're one to talk. Aren't you supposed to make lunch, chef?"
A subdued curse from the bushes.
-"Sebastian-saaan! Can you help me with the roses?" Finny called out.
-"Hush, I'm hearing something…"
He looked at the Manor main gate, and sensed the carriage arriving a lot before it really got there.
-"They're here…and they're late." Sebastian ran to the entrance to welcome Lady Angelina properly. He came to a stop just in front of the heavy iron gate and opened it wide.
The carriage door opened and a clumsy figure stepped carefully down, then it rushed ridiculously fast to the other side, the one facing the gate, to open the other door and help the lady out.
Grell offered his hand, palm up, and Madam Red smiled at Sebastian.
-"Welcome, Milady. Would you like some tea? I just prepared a special variety of Earl Grey, Chinese leaves that Lau from the Trading Company gave Young Master."
-"Yes, I know him. Is he here?" She asked, noticing another parked carriage.
-"He's in the garden with his hitgirl."
Madam smiled at the thought. Lau always had that Chinese girl around like a shadow. Like Sebastian and Ciel.
-"I'm sorry, but I can't stay for a chat. I have some paperwork to do for the hospital. Speaking of tea… why don't you make it your first lesson? A lousy tea maker is a lousy butler." And she shoved a shy Grell to Sebastian's side.
The Shadow Butler bowed.
-"As you wish. Goodbye then."
-"See you later." She winked at her partner in crime before the demon lifted his head.
Grell never felt so lost like he did when the carriage leaved and red eyes looked at him.
Oh shit.
-"Shall we begin then… red shinigami?" Sebastian suggested, smirking.
-"Y-yes, I… I prefer to stay like this."
-"No way. I don't know why, but it seems that your camouflage makes you a bumbling man. No one's gonna peek in the kitchen, don't worry."
-"I just want you to pour the tea in the cup without crashing the whole set. What's so difficult in leaning your hand forward, tightening your grip on the teapot? Come on."
Grell felt like crying again. And he wanted to slap himself hard.
You whiny bitch! Do it already!
-"Huh-huh…- Sebastian muttered as he watched Grell pouring tea- ok… now it's clear that you're not retarded."
He smiled like a cunning kitten.
That bastard. He's making fun of me!
-"If you want to be a butler, you have to know the fine art of homemaking in detail. Can you set a table?"
-"Er… I could try."
-"I'm waiting."
While the shinigami, a bit relaxed, laid silverware and plates on a table, Sebastian continued his talking:
-"Being nervous could be very bad for the service. One time Mey-rin spilled a whole bottle of wine on the tablecloth because she was nervous. We can avoid some accidents. And the ones we can't prevent from happening, we must avoid them anyway. That's part of the job of a butler."
-"And what did you do when the tablecloth was all stained, Mr. Avoider?" Snatched Grell, feeling inferior and somewhat abused.
Charm him, whispered Madam's Red voice in his ear.
Like it's easy.
-"I removed the tablecloth."
-"Wh-?"
Sebastian gripped the tablecloth's edges and removed it smoothly, leaving the dining set Grell laid on the table perfectly uninjured.
Something broke in the shinigami's head. Oh, please. There's no way in hell I can do that! He won't ever love me and I will be alone forever like an abandoned dog and…
Hold on a sec.
Sebastian is now in the teacher role, isn't he? And what do teachers love? A ready and willing schoolboy.
-"Wow, Sebastian. You're awesome. Can you teach me that?"
The demon let out a small laughter.
-"It's a miracle that you didn't spill the tea. Let's return to the basics. The other half of a butler's job is being a perfect shadow. We must follow our masters everywhere, protect them at the cost of our lives. We're undyingly loyal, Grell. Can you do that?"
Sebastian thoughts were written all over his face. No, he didn't believe Grell could do such a thing. He was flamboyant and frivolous.
Yes, Sebastian. I'm undyingly loyal to you. I'm in love with you. I will follow you everywhere and learn everything, just for you.
Love me back, Sebas-chan. You're the master, now.
