He was snoring softly before I even left the room. I left and headed back downstairs to my room. My heart was doing little flips. I felt… odd. Like I should be doing something… with Michaelis. Ugh, stupid bonding process.

Fine. I said to myself. You want to do something with Michaelis, body? Then it's time to tease.

Sebastian wouldn't be sleeping yet, because he had just finished the records, I heard him leave the library five minutes ago while I was with Ototo. I got back to my room and slipped inside. I took off my skirt and shirt and leggings, and put on a blue pair of booty-shorts that doubled as pajamas for me. I made sure the book was still under the pillow.

Has it been flipped over? I asked myself. No, I must be imagining things.

I placed some strong makeup over my symbols, so he wouldn't see them. All I had left on was my lacey bra and some booty shorts. I switched out the sexy lacy bra for a blue, plain bra. I heard Sebastian writing in his room. For only the third time tonight, show time.

I left my room and walked to his door. I knocked tentatively. He opened the door, wearing a sexy, white, long-sleeved shirt, which was half unbuttoned, and long black trousers. His room had a large bed in the middle with a black quilt. He had a lovely carved desk and paintings and sketches on all of the walls. I couldn't tell what they were, for the room was completely dark, except for the oil lamp on the writing desk, casting an eerie glow. I could only make out part of the painting above the desk, and all I saw were the words "deblo flori" near the bottom in gold. Something to investigate later…

He looked at what I was wearing and smiled. I frowned at him.

"That's not what I'm here for, Sebastian."

"I'm sorry, milady," He said, behaving himself a little more. "How may I assist you this evening?" I walked into his room, and peered around, acting like I hated being here, in his room, half naked. Which I did! Sort of…

"I'm afraid I'm stuck." I said, smiling only on the inside.

"Come again?" I could hear his smile, dripping from his buttery tone. It was rich and deep and- Um… Disgusting. I absolutely hated him.

I sighed, pretending that he must be stupid or something. "I am unable to undo the clasp on my bra. I thought I would ask for a little help…"

I turned back to see him leaning against the open door frame, grinning like a man who'd just won the lottery. He stared for a moment, then walked slowly up to me, and spun me around. Then he did something that was so trademark Michaelis, I was filled with memories. I remembered what he said to me right before we kissed for the first time;

"My dear, I can tie a reed of papyrus in a knot with my tongue."

He put his hands on my waist and lowered his head and undid the clasp… with his tongue. I was that close to giving up the charade. It felt so good. But it felt even better to wound his pride.

I repressed the shudder of deli- I mean disgust, then stiffened and went cold. He kissed the back of my neck. I spun around and started to stalk out of his room. I stopped in the doorway and looked right at him, completely calm and composed.

"For the last time, I'm sorry, I just don't like you like that. And may I say? How rude of you!"

I then left. But not fast enough to miss the shocked look on his face. Mission accomplished, look achieved; priceless. So much fun…

I closed the door to my room and took a silent, shuddering, breath. My brain screamed a couple of things at me;

Did you see that look on his face?! Hilarious! Worth it! Would totally do it again! But, he looked so wounded at the same time, like a lost puppy dog…

NO! The only thing you hurt was his ego… And that bad boy needs to be taken down a few notches…

I plopped down silently onto my bed. Rolling over, I pulled out the book from under my pillow. The book was older than sin; I could smell the papyrus from the days of old. I opened it to the very first page and sat up against the headboard. I began to read his handwriting…

I have decided to keep a record of important events to me, should I lose my mind. This woman I have been working with since the before Cleopatra… she looks scrumptious. But, so many do. What intrigues me about her is her mind, her wit, her non-existent soul. She is worth pursuing.

Huh, he must have been speaking of when we first met. The next entry was only a few lines;

I have fallen off the promiscuous cliff that poets of yonder call "love". Not only have I fallen off it, I have dived head first into the treacherous deeps that lurk below. I will find the beam of light within this sea of madness that will be her return of these feelings. She will someday be mine.

Same old Michaelis, always presuming that, with enough time and charm, he could have anything. What's that, you say? He was right in this case? Well that's ridicule- Well, kind of- YOU KNOW WHAT?! Shut up… The next page was a couple hundred years later.

I wish a thousand curses upon this curse of mine. This tome will come in handy, for my mind is nearly gone as is. I would sacrifice everything to end these 500 years of torture. I can stand no more, 500 years without her. Surely, I will go mad. What shall I do? She is the only one for my heart of stone….

What was this all about? Could it have anything to do with the fact that he contacted me exactly 500 years after that awful break up? I refused to believe it, though the supposed proof lie right before me. I had to keep reading…

The next page:

That little troll of a human. He wanted to see me suffer. His dying order;

"That one you love. You will leave this note for her."

He took a long raspy breath as he handed me the awfully cruel note, then continued,

"And then, you will not see or speak to her for five centuries, 500 years. You will be as miserable as I am now, without my beloved wife. Hahaha…"

And then I ripped his soul into pieces and devoured them. I could do nothing but leave the note and be in misery for so long, for I was completely unable to disobey….

This was awful! It explained so much… But, this wasn't fair at all! He should've found a loophole! He didn't love me! He gave up! That pig! I could barely stand to read any more, but needed to.

500 years passed at an unworthy pace for a demon. I finally found her. I contacted her and she was as angry as I expected. And I fouled it all up. I couldn't keep my ego in check and lost her, again. But I am determined, so I've been looking for a way. One landed upon me, thank the fates. I have taken up a contract with the Phantomhive boy and was then able to find a way to get her back. All it will require is killing five demons, a little human boy, an angel, and protecting my master, all at the same time. -

I couldn't read the next couple of lines; they had been scribbled over…recently. The ink was still fresh, only a few hours old. I skimmed through the next few hundred pages, detailing his misadventures as the Phantomhive butler.

My journey with this child has ended… In one way. I've completed it all, with one unforeseen bump. I am eternally stuck in this form, serving this child. But, Lucifer contacted me and asked for what I wished, and I asked for the Pairing. Still, it could be centuries before the bond grows strong enough for her to come to me, much less -

Yet again, the crucial lines had been recently scratched out. I read on to the last few pages, though confusion clouded my thoughts…

I have had to do something difficult, bringing back those imbecile servants from their old age and make them immortal, forever to serve the master. I did not turn them demonic, but used a soul binding state that every demon knows. But, I cannot truly concentrate on anything; I haven't been able to in years. The master attempts to entertain himself by presenting me with challenges… annoying at times. Still, I cannot get my mind on task for anything! I still complete my duties with ease, but I am not completely there, or rather here. My mind lies… (3 lines are scratched out) How I wish she would arrive here and I could have her. Surely by the time she arrives she will be bonded enough with me that she will be in a recognizable form. Lucifer is her friend and surely will make no attempt to hurry her. It may very well be centuries before I am able to lay my eyes on her again. And I have no form of diversion! There isn't a feline to be found for miles. What am I to do with myself? It may be a time before I create another entry in this tome, (the remainder of the sentence is blacked out). I must prepare myself for her in the meantime, plan it all out. Surely, when the time comes, I will not fail. I take it upon myself and swear not to write here again until after she comes!

I couldn't bear to read anymore. All this confirmed nothing except his smugness. "I will have her, she will be mine, I'm so awesome and amazing, blah blah blah." There wasn't any more to read. I would rip him to shreds if I could. So, I just hoped he'd enjoy the show…

OOOO

I awoke at seven-thirty to May-Rin knocking on my door. I sat up and yawned quickly. I hopped out of the bed, and then arranged the covers quickly and silently. I then sat down at the silver vanity and began brushing my hair before I said,

"Come in, May-Rin." She entered the room with 2 folded dresses that looked suspiciously like her maids uniform.

"Good mornin', Holly! I brought you some uniforms, I did!" Fortunately, I had planned for this.

I beamed at her. "Oh, how kind of you! As much as I appreciate it, though, I brought my own."

The smiled back brightly. "Oh, ya did, did ya? Do they look like mine?"

I stood, and walked over to my closet where I had unpacked all of the clothes Caitlyn had sent me with, including a few French maids' uniforms. I pulled one out and showed it to May-Rin. She blushed, and looked down.

"Well, Ms. Holly, It's very nice and it don't look at all like mine, it don't…" She felt bad, oh dear…

"Worry not, May-Rin. It's all just part of the plan. Now, help me get this thing on"

Once dressed, I looked fabulous. My hair was swept up into a messy bun and I'd put on a black headband that separated my bun from my lovely bangs. The uniform was a short black dress with frills and a white apron attached to the front. With it I wore another pair of tights that weren't connected, just like really long socks again, this time black. With those I wore a pair of black heels with ballet type, crisscrossing straps to hold them on. It was a breath-taking ensemble… in all the subtle ways.

May-Rin gasped and "ooo"ed and "aww"ed.

"You look lovely, you do! I wish mine looked like that!"

I just smiled, politely, and forced my face to blush a mild pink. Did you know she-demons could do that? Then she turned on me with a puzzled expression.

"Do I really need to train you in how to be a maid? Surely, you've done it before and today is just a joke anyways, it is…"

I smiled shyly. "Well, while you are very correct, you are also very incorrect…"

"Whaaaaat?" She said cutely. It was all very kawaii.

"No, I do not truly require training from you, though the sentiment is appreciated. Yes, I have been a maid in past contracts, giving me plenty of experience. But, no, today is absolutely not a joke. Today is for me to prove to the master I am worth keeping, that my skills are equal to if not better than Sebastian's, and if you treat it as a joke, I will fail. Because, everyone has a role to play, and if one person isn't in character, the play will crumble. Do you understand?" She nodded, but I doubted she truly understood. I would just have to hope… And I would see my precious Will and baby Grell again today…

Then the plan came to mind. I turned to May-Rin. "I understand you're an expert markswoman, without those silly glasses."

She blushed. "I suppose you could say that, you could."

"I'm going to need a gun, with one bullet in it. And I'm going you to need you to throw it to me when all hell breaks loose later today. I can't tell you exactly what's going to happen, just that I will need you to throw me a gun with ONE bullet. Then, I will need you to apologize later profusely for giving me a gun that only had one bullet, make something up about forgetting to reload it from last time. I know this will make you look bad, but I promise I will make it up to you. Can you do all this for me?"

"Yes, ma'am!" She saluted me.

I clapped my hands together. "Wonderful! I assume we need to prepare the master's breakfast, then we'll eat?"

"Well, It's seven-forty-five now, Ciel gets up at eight-thirty, and Sebastian usually starts to make the Master's breakfast around eight-fifteen."

"Ok, I need to take care of something. I'll be up in a few minutes and make the Master's breakfast."

"Alright! Do you need Bard to bring out any ingredients?"

I stopped to think of something to cook him… let's see… Sebastian probably cooked him British breakfasts; poached salmon, mint salads, scones, tea, etc. I would make him a full out American breakfast, and I would make enough for everyone to enjoy!

"Here, write this down, May-Rin." She whipped out a little pad and pen. "I will need onions, provolone, eggs, mushrooms, red bell peppers, ham, potatoes, bread, jam, and oranges… Oh! And sugar, salt and pepper. That should do it." She finished scribbling and then saluted me, very military style, before leaving hastily.

I took the mirror from my bag in the closet when I was sure she was gone. I angled it around again and saw Will. I mouthed a few words. Proceed as planned. He smiled at me and nodded, all was flowing smoothly…

I was about to head out of the hall, when I thought back to the paintings. I looked up and down the hall. No one was there. My demon senses told me Sebastian was upstairs, but Finny was heading towards me. I waited for him to come down the hall, heading towards another room farther down. He stopped at seeing me.

"Morning, madam!" He mock bowed. I giggled.

"Good morning to you, Finnegan. Tell me, what's Sebby's room like?"

He frowned. "I dunno. We've never been in there. It's usually locked, though we only tried to go in once. It didn't end well." He looked away, lost in memory.

I laughed. "Alright, dear. Thank you very much!"

He smiled and ran past me, back on task. I waited until he was far enough away. I pulled a pin out of my hair and quickly picked the lock. I swung into his room effortlessly. The daylight was streaming in the window above his bed. My breath hitched.

There were beautiful paintings on a few walls, but there were dozens of sketches. I went closer, starting on the right wall. The first painting was a close-up of two long, slender hands, joined. They both had dark nails and blood dripping down the wrist. One was a woman's hand, the other a man's.

My brain immediately jumped to the conclusion that it was he and I. I calmed down and thought more rationally. That could be anyone. Hell, it could have no meaning.

I went on. The rest were sketches of beautiful women, usually clothed, sometimes not. I had almost seen all of them when it finally hit me. These are all forms of me! All ones he's seen! What a perv!

I kept going, very confused. I saw more sketches of me, nude, clothed, in water, looking pissed, sulking, and every other emotion of the rainbow. I finally got to the most intriguing painting, the one I had glimpsed last night.

It was a field of purple roses. I knew where it was, exactly. A place of peace, for demons, this place was exquisite. One could do what they wished there. At least it was, until it was destroyed by the demonic wars of 1309. Anywho, it was the place where we first showed each other our true forms. Ah, amazing memories. A little sore the next day, but still, amazing.

Sure enough, in the middle of the photo was a woman, me presumably, nude, with her back to the painter. She was sitting in the flowers, and so was covered from the waist down. She had large black wings flowing out from her shoulder blades. She was looking over her right shoulder, smiling, though her eyes were covered by her bangs. I must say, it was a dandy likeness.

At the bottom, in real gold lettering, it said "mi amore, mi luce, mi deblo flori incantante…"

Roughly translated, that says "my love, my light, my beloved demon blossom…" Honestly, how bored must he have gotten here? He had nothing better to do than paint? Specifically, paint me? How depressing.

I had been in there for a few minutes by now. I deemed that enough and ran out of my room and down the hall. Don't worry, I relocked the door before I left.

In the grand foyer, I passed Sebastian, who was getting an eyeful. He smiled, apparently liking my uniform. I stopped and turned to him. He followed suit, just standing there, staring at me. I spoke first.

"The master has asked that I prepare breakfast for him this morning. He's has also asked that, instead of having his morning meal in bed, that he be served in the dining hall."

His smile grew. "Oh, is that so? Very well, then. I'll leave it in your capable hands. By the way," and he started to walk off before finishing, "I love the uniform…" He chuckled darkly as he continued down the hall. I decided to ignore the issue and keep going.

I arrived in the kitchen moments later where Bard had pulled out all of the ingredients I asked for… and a giant flamethrower. May-Rin was furiously trying to get him to put it down.

He had no problem keeping her at bay. "Calm ya self, May-Rin! I'm pretty sure she'd want me to flame 'em!" He held the giant weapon out of reach while she scrambled for it.

"Nonononononono! I know for a fact, Bard, that that is NOT what she had in mind, she did!" I walked in right before Bard squeezed the thrower's trigger. I ran up to him and roundhouse kicked it out of his hands and into the air. I caught it as it came down and reengaged all of the safeties. Bard looked at me and sighed.

I glared at him questionably. "And what, pray tell, were we going to do with this?"

"Well, we was gonna speed up the cooking with the Master getting' up soon an' all…" He rubbed the back of his neck innocently.

I sighed. "Nonsense, my dear Bard. As much as I appreciate the attempt to make breakfast punctual, we have plenty of time. May-Rin, Is the table set appropriately?" I already knew it was, because I had seen it on the way in, but it was a human formality.

"Yes, ma'am! I did it right after I left your room, I did!"

"Wonderful! Let's begin!"

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