STEPH:Hello once again :D! I'm having so much fun with this ^ ^. I already wrote a sequel with mainly Bard and Finny, XD.. so all i have to do is continue typing all this so as to progress to uploading the sequel. ^ ^. Also, i want to know who would like a prequel of this story, with little Sebastian and Bard:)!
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WORKPLACES AND SHIRT STAINS.
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"Good afternoon. I came to hand in my résumé." Ciel muttered in frustration, assuring himself for the millionth time that he did not step his foot in this restaurant just because it was 'recommended' by Sebastian. He took a careful glance at the flamboyant manager, who was smiling with all jagged teeth at him.
"Ah! Are you Ciel Phantomhive?!" the man asked, resting one hand on his waist and the other on his desk.
"Yeah."
"Hmm? You're quite handsome yourself, Mr. Phantomhive." he grinned, winking his eyes flirtatiously at the teenager.
"Excuse me?" Ciel frowned, trying to avoid letting his voice express anger. Sebastian better be prepared for death once he got back home.
"You were recommended here by Mr. Michaelis right?"
Ciel nodded, finally taking a look around the restaurant. It was quite classy, he had to admit, though he couldn't expect less from the perfect bastard. He turned back once he heard the loud man's unfaltering chin music playing once again.
"Then you're hired hun! By the way, I'm Grell Sutcliff." the man said, waving Ciel over.
"Uh...thanks. Does this mean I'm beginning today?" the teenager asked, glancing nervously at the uniform Grell placed into his hands.
The red-head nodded happily, waiting for Ciel's objection.
The young man sighed miserably. He had ended up just where he really didn't want to be.
"Where is your bathroom?"
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Ciel gasped as he felt something...or rather someone holding him back by the back-pocket of his pants. He looked behind him to see Sebastian holding a newspaper to his face as effectively as possible with one hand. The teenager growled lightly, pulling away the older man's hands.
Sebastian finally lowered the paper from his face, looking up at the teenager.
"You look adorable in your uniform...boy." he added with a smile.
Ciel flushed, looking around to make sure no one was really paying attention to them, before moving closer and grabbing Sebastian by his tie.
"Would you like to die?" the younger man muttered quietly under his breath, tugging harder on Sebastian's tie to hopefully make him choke.
The professor merely smiled.
"Shouldn't the question be why I know you're here?"
The teenager blinked confusedly for a few seconds, slowly letting go of Sebastian.
"What?! Wait...why are you-"
"A cup of tea, please." Sebastian said with a smile.
Ciel frowned, knowing he was unable to reject the idiot's order, especially when he could see the tension growing on most of the customer's faces. He lowered his head, trying to push in his anger, and conjure an emotion quite more...convenient for the surroundings.
"Coming right up, Sir." Ciel managed to say, trying his hardest to put on a smile before walking away. Sebastian smirked, waving to the younger man as he left. It really did feel good pushing on Ciel's buttons for some reason.
He rested his chin on his hand, waiting patiently for the teenager to return.
Ciel avoided Sebastian's gaze as he walked back to the table, dropping the cup of tea in front of him.
"My, my...You already got such a huge stain on your shirt, and it's just the first day."
The teenager flushed lightly, glancing at his shirt. Ah...well, shit. If it wasn't the pedophile's tea that had poured on him…
"Maybe if you hadn't come all the way here to order tea, I wouldn't have this stupid stain on my shirt. Moreover, it's none of your business." Ciel muttered, with a light frown on his face. Now he felt like a pile of dirt, and there was no way in hell he was going to go ask Grell for a favor...he wanted to do his best to avoid him instead.
Sebastian nodded, standing up from his seat and slipping something into the teenager's shirt pocket. His gaze lingered a bit longer on the young man's face.
"You look silly with that stain on your shirt. I'll advise you get a new one from Grell." Sebastian smirked, giving the teenager a peck on the cheek before heading out.
Ciel blinked cluelessly for a second, before realization set in, making him flush in embarrassment. He frowned, walking away from where he stood quickly.
"What the hell...?"
He took out what Sebastian had dropped into his pocket. Money, a lot of money, he realized when he curiously took another quick glance at the currency, some sort of card he didn't bother looking at...and a note. Maybe he needed to whack the dumb professor across the head for him to realize that there were such things as phones... and texting. He took the note out of his pocket to look through its content.
I'm sure you aren't aware that the house has an automatic lock, so I brought you a key, since I won't be home until late. As for the money...it's your tip. Have fun.
*chu*
Sebastian Michaelis.
"Don't chu me...stalker." Ciel mumbled to himself, sighing in defeat.
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