So, yay! Aren't you glad to hear from me again? Another installment of the hit fan-fiction; WONDER BUTLER! *insert: screaming fan girls, huge applause, and fireworks going off in the distance all dreamily*

*cough cough* Yeah right.

It's here. Chapter 3. Enjoy! I wrote it especially for YOU!

I do not own Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji. Credit goes to Yana Toboso. I am not making a profit on this what so ever. If I was, that'd be awesome!
…If I had 100 dollars for every time I wrote a disclaimer….I wouldn't need the profit from the fan fiction.

I awoke to harsh light hitting me in the face like a slap. God, how I wished I could just roll over and let the world got to hell. They really didn't need me anyways, now did they? The garden could fall to ruin: it kind of already was. Yeah, that's it. Just me and Bard, together forever. Floating on this bed in a perfect paradise, away from dank, dark Phantomhive Manor…Speaking of Bard…

I did roll over, expecting to crash into his burly chest. Oh, the beautiful warmth that could only emit from him…But, to my surprise, I kept rolling….and rolling…and rolling, until eventually, I just hit the wall that our bed was pushed up against.

He wasn't there. He never was there. He had a habit of waking up way too early to my liking.

No, I had never snuggled up to Bard in the morning. Sadly. But, all those things that I mentioned? I imagine that's what it would feel like to do so.

I was fully awake now, but already yawning. I crawled to the edge of the bed and just rested there, not letting my feet hit the cold floor. Screw getting dressed; screw seizing the day. I hadn't been kidding about that.

No use grumbling to myself, though. I was through feeling sorry for my lack of a love life. I had survived without him by my side all this time, I could do it for another month or so. Or the rest of my life. As long as I was in his good graces.

We passed by each other in the halls; Sebastian and I. He gave me this award winning smile and stopped me without even reaching out a hand in signaling. Without even a formal greeting or a good morning, he extended his gloved hand, which contained a single, sealed with wax note. I took it warily and watched as he strutted down the halls, climbing the grand stair well and then turning a corner in the direction of the master's bedchamber. It was about time for Ciel to be woken.

I tucked the note away, not having the heart to read its contents. What if it spelt out bad news? Knowing Sebastian, I wouldn't be surprised for it to be a note resigning himself and his other-worldly assistance. I didn't want my day to be ruined, if that was the truth. I could wait until later to discover the mystery.

Out in the garden, things were so much clearer. My mind was free to wander on its own, searching out explanations for irrelevant questions. I wasn't preoccupied in thought by love and it's never ending mysteries. No, it was just me and the hedges. That's all that mattered.

Occasionally, I would take a break and just walk amongst the endless forest edge, trying to see signs of civilization through the trees. That was silly; the manor was on a property in the country-side all to its own. We would never be concerned with trespassers, unless invited. Still, it was nice to act childish on purpose for once.

What I loved most though, were my trips to the back rose garden, where I could sit on the freshly cut grass and just listen to the massive fountain erected there. I have to admit, that always cleared my mind of even the trivial thoughts I have. And I was in need of a therapeutic session right about now.

As I walked, I noticed that the sky above me looked typical of England; stormy and questionable. You never knew when it might decide to pour in this season. I liked it, the uncertainty. It seemed to match everything else around here.

I soon arrived at the foot of the fountain and took up my usual spot in front of it with my back to the house. I didn't want to be able to peer through the windows and see Mey-Rin working away, or Sebastian following Ciel like a ghost. I took out the letter and held it between two fingers on my right hand. I was determined to not let it blow away.

"Sebastian…Why must you make me so scared?" I mumbled to myself, taking in the rough imprint of the wax seal. Did I even have it in me to break it? I wasn't certain.

I waited about five more minutes, the sound of the guzzling fountain filling the silence. My heart was hammering, and I knew that if I left this as it was, I would be more irritated than with whatever was inside on parchment. I was taking a chance, and sealing my fate.

All it took was a tug on the top of the envelope, and Sebastian's elegant handwriting was spewing off the page. My eyes followed the swirling cursive, trying to sum up an explanation as to how anyone could write so neatly. I was nearly illiterate, so this was rather impressive.

He kept his words simple, taking into consideration that I couldn't understand half of them anyways. It went something like:

"Finnian,

I am writing this note, to reassure you that my plan is in full swing, if you could not tell from last night. Please, do not ruin my efforts and spoil the next step. It is crucial you behave as best as possible, or else all of this will be fruitless.

Do not fret so much, either. Bard likes you no matter what, you know. It won't take much persuasion for him to look at you in the manner you desire.

Best regards,

Sebastian Michealis"

My god, this was really happening.

I stood up then, letting the letter float away in the breeze. I watched as it was carried over the rose bushes, to somewhere beyond the Phantomhive estate. But I didn't really care anymore; I had read every word and committed it to memory. I was so happy, I could just die! My hands formed a fist, and I raised it to the sky in victory as I shouted out my success. What good fortune I had, in getting the smartest, most cunning man in England to be my wingman. Oh, how nothing could go wrong!
As I danced around the fountain, I did not hear someone's approaching steps. I was being so loud and so rambunctious, that I did not feel someone grab me by the wrist until it was too late to resist…

"Oi! What's the meaning-?" I began to say, but couldn't finish as the wind was knocked out of me from behind. Cold hands reached over my head to hold me still by my temples. Nails pressed into my skin, and I couldn't help the yelp that escaped my throat.

I could smell sweetness on this person; so sweet, it was nearly sickening. Had this person recently bathed in honey, or something? As I tried to sort out my senses, my smell heightened. It wasn't just any sweet smell; this was surely cake. How…odd…

I tried to thrash around so as to get away, but their hold on me was strong. This person had strength even I couldn't contend with, and that left me more frightened than I had ever been. Was this the end? Hadn't I been so happy not five minutes ago?

"Unhand me this instant, or I swear, I'll scream!"

A familiar laugh. God, how my stomach dropped.

Gloved-fingers slid over my eyes, blindfolding me in darkness. That didn't really help me determine who was playing such a nasty prank. Was I too quick to say that trespassers never stepped foot on Phantomhive soil?

"Go ahead. I'd rather prefer it. It's all part of the plan, after all."

Tears filled my eyes as I realized who this was. Damnit, I was such a hopeless case! How I had been fooled! Played by everyone, I was! This was so incredibly stupid! I trusted him…I put faith in his assistance…

Sebastian. Sebastian Michaelis.

Sebastian Michaelis was going to do away with me, just because he could.

…And so, I leave you off to await the next installment. A lot of unanswered questions you have? Well it'll all make sense in the next chapter. You see, this really IS all part of Sebastian's plan. Finny doesn't know that, though. And so the mind games will ensue…

Now, lovely readers, in the coming chapters, you should be warned that POV will change. I will have to write in Bard's POV in order to make ends meet technically, or else things will get all confusing and stupid….if it's not already, haha.

I hope you liked it. I felt it was rather short, but I just wanted to end with a cliffy.