Disclaimer: no owns kuroshitsuji, and will never own kuro no matter how hard I beg and how many cherries I top it off with.
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"Yes, My Lord. But you just ate," he said mockingly.
"I also just lost it," I replied.
"Follow me," he sighed, dragging me into the Mc-what's-its-name.
If you thought the place looked terrible on the outside, the inside would have astounded you even more. The place contained ugly chairs and tables; the workers (I assume they were working there) wore uniforms that were so informal, I felt like puking.
And the other people there, they were the worst. They wore street rat-like attires; they shouted; they screamed; some chewed with their mouths open. I mentally shuddered.
"What would you like?" one of the workers asked Sebastian.
Sebastian looked at the menu, murmuring something that sounded suspiciously like "The boy next to me."
"Excuse me?" asked the lady. "I didn't quite catch that."
"Sorry, my lady," said Sebastian. "I asked for a happy meal."
"Anything for you?" asked the lady in a daze.
"No," replied my butler.
"Very well," said the lady, still looking into Sebastian's eyes.
I cleared my throat. "Sebastian, I shall be there if you need me. Finish this quickly."
The lady seemed to notice me for the first time.
"And you are…?"
I wanted to say 'I am Ciel Phantomhive, last of the Phantomhive line, and the master of the demon you were talking to.'
"I am the mas – "
"He is my son," said the demon cutting me off.
"Oh. So you're married?"
I snorted inwardly. 'You're'? What terrible grammatical skills.
"Of course. Now please hurry."
We got the 'happy meal'. I looked inside. The funny-looking box contained a weird-looking sandwich, some golden sticks, some sliced GREEN apples in a plastic bag, and a toy.
I looked at the toy. Then I threw it in the trash bin.
"Sebastian, are you trying to poison your master?"
"I am certain the food is not poisoned, Young Master. However, if you prefer bread…" He held up the bread we had stolen.
I sighed in defeat and nibbled at the weird-looking sandwich.
It did not taste as bad as I thought it would. I would not say it could be considered a meal worthy of the great Phantomhive, but the thing was, perhaps, just below my usual passing standards.
I continued nibbling at it while following Sebastian across a strange gray surface. Then I looked up and gasped.
"Sebastian! Who lives in that mansion!"
"It is a hotel," replied Sebastian.
"A … hotel?" I asked, having calmed down slightly.
"Yes. And we shall be staying there."
The hotel was perhaps the most elegant thing I have seen so far. And when we finally stepped through SLIDING GLASS DOORS, I found the lobby was amazing too.
But something I saw made the entire place seem like hell.
All the objects were beautiful, but the person – no, it was not a person, it was a thing, behind the desk ruined it all.
"How long shall we be staying here?" I asked Sebastian.
Sebastian smirked. "We could use it to our advantage, though."