A/N: Bwaaah~! Another chapter~! Sorry that it's a little short, but I really wanted to get another chapter out for you guys. I would also like to apologize if Sebastian is OOC at all. I'm still working on that.. .

Hope you enjoy reading this~! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler in any way, shape, or form. I do, however, own Sophie and her family members.

A young Sophie Twynam squealed in delight as she was thrown into the air numerous times by her father, Hugh Twynam. The man was playing around with his daughter in the backyard of the house he lived in with his wife Lillian and his daughter, his blue eyes alight with a happiness that could only be rivaled by the young girl in his arms. He feigned dropping the seven-year-old, chuckling as Sophie yelled at him not to drop her.

"Stop scaring me, Papa! Gosh…" Sophie pouted, acting as if she was upset with her father who gave her an apologetic look.

"Aw, I'm sorry, Soph…" He frowned for a few seconds before his lips turned up into a sly smile. "I know how to get that smile back…"

Hugh then began to assault his daughter's sides with his hands, her giggles becoming full-blown laughter as he continued his tickling. Soon the two were lying side by side, still laughing, but now gazing up at the baby blue sky. Lillian smiled as she caught sight of her husband and their child, carrying a tray with three glasses of lemonade in her hands. The onyx-haired woman joined her family in their cloud-gazing after passing around the glasses and hugged Sophie after the child had climbed into her lap. Sophie grinned happily, feeling at ease with her parents by her side.

Then things abruptly changed.

The home she had lived in for ten years of her life was burning, flames licking at the wooden planks greedily and leaving not a place untouched. Her voice hoarse, Sophie cried out, knowing her parents were still inside the house. Why was her house burning? Why weren't her parents outside already? Was that man okay? Was he trapped inside, too?

The ten-year-old gazed at her parents graves as their coffins were lowered down inside, barely registering that her grandfather had placed a comforting hand upon her shoulder. Tears were rolling down her cheeks that were already red from her rubbing at them constantly. She wanted this all to be a joke, a horrible, cruel joke.

Sophie jerked awake, sitting up immediately and covering her face with her hands. Her dainty body shook with the force of her sobs, and she suddenly felt cold. The tears kept dripping off of her cheeks relentlessly, and it frustrated her. Even after twelve years of living without them, they still brought her to tears.

Why… why did I dream about them? They haven't been in my dreams for years, so why all of a sudden did I remember all of that? Sophie felt another migraine forming. What's wrong with me?

There was a knock at her door, causing her to hold her breath to keep herself silent. "Sophie? Are you awake?"

It was Sebastian and Sophie vaguely wondered why he was up so early in the morning, if it was even morning. The sun had yet to rise.

She didn't answer him, hoping that if she remained quiet long enough that he would believe she was still asleep and leave. A few minutes passed before she heard the doorknob begin to turn. She laid herself back down, quickly wiping away the brand new tear tracks and feigning sleep the best that she could, forcing herself to breathe slowly and relax her face. She heard the door open, followed by… nothing. Sophie could neither hear nor sense Sebastian in her room. It unsettled her to the point that the butler's earlier actions did nothing to ease her suspicions.

"I know you're awake, Sophie.

Sophie felt her heart skip a beat. She still remained silent, trying her best to calm her racing heart. Sebastian sighed, finding the young woman's actions slightly irritating. Why was she pretending to be asleep when he very well knew that she wasn't? He had heard her crying as he passed by her room and merely wanted to check on her. It would give the demon a chance to find out the cause of her earlier state when he had first visited her in her room.

Sebastian just thought for a moment. What could he do that would force the brunette to reveal she was awake? Several thoughts (all rather wicked) crossed his mind, but he decided against those; if he did any of that, he just might give her a heart attack. Sebastian smirked at the thought.

How fun it would be to see this child squirm.

The crimson-eyed butler placed one gloved hand gently against the side of Sophie's face. Still she refused to reveal she was awake, even though she felt extremely uncomfortable and uneasy, not to mention embarrassed. Could Sebastian tell she had been crying even though light was scarce in the room?

Smirking at her stubbornness, Sebastian then softly blew into the young witch's ear.

"WAAAAH!"

Sophie jerked upright, her hands cradling her ear as she yelped in surprise. She knew her face was red, not from crying, but from being flustered. Did Sebastian just blow into my ear? Did he really just do that? An amused chuckle rang out in the room.

Yes, yes he did.

"W-what was that for?"

"Well, my dear maid," Sebastian gave her an amused, sly smile. "You would not reveal that you were awake."

"So you blew into my ear? Have you ever heard of personal space, Sebastian?"

He only continued to smile. This little human was rather fun for him to tease.

Sophie sighed, hoping the darkness that shrouded her room would mask her red cheeks. "Anyways, I didn't want you to know I was awake."

"But you knew that I knew that you were awake. There wasn't any point in trying to act."

"Well…" Sophie smiled sheepishly. "I kind of hoped you would give up and leave."

"What kind of butler would I be if I left one of my maids in such a distraught state?"

The young witch felt her heart drop. So he did know that she had been crying. "Um… Thank you for caring. I'm fine, though, really." Liar, liar, pants on fire.

Sebastian arched an eyebrow at her the second, and surely not the last, time. "I could hear you from all the way down the hall, Sophie." She was an odd thing, trying to hide her feelings from him.

"I…" The blue-eyed woman sighed. "I just had a bad dream, is all. I haven't had one like it for some time, so I took it a little hard. I'm fine now." My migraine… Sophie hid her surprise. It's gone. That's weird… It doesn't ever go away like that.

Though Sebastian wasn't convinced she was alright completely, he didn't press her. He realized that Sophie, though naïve, wasn't one to reveal how she honestly felt. Trying to coax any information out of her at this point would be fruitless, so instead he nodded, giving her a kind smile.

"I'm glad, then. You should probably go back to sleep; it's three o'clock right now and you don't need to wake up for a few more hours."

Sophie nodded, deciding not to question why he was up at three o'clock in the morning. She felt she didn't have a right to question him when she wasn't allowing him to question her. The brunette lay down again, snuggling underneath her blankets when a sudden realization hit her.

Sebastian was just about to leave the room when he heard Sophie speak, her voice strangely calm. "Um, Sebastian? How did I end up in my nightgown?"

He only managed to give her a sly smile before he had to leave the room, not caring to be pummeled by a bunch of books the day of the young master's guest's arrival. The demon chuckled, his body shaking with his mirth.

Ah, yes, this maid would be very amusing.

Someone wanted to know why Sophie carried that book around with her even though it may be troublesome. The answer is that it has great sentimental value to her because it was the last thing her parents gave her before they died. She can't part with it. Just a little special detail I decided her character would have. :)

I think there was another question, but I can't remember right now so I apologize for not answering it, but I shall answer it next chapter!

I really hope you enoyed this chapter! Please remember to review so I know how I did. :) Buh Bye~1

~1000WTBS