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Zemmiphobia: By using 'leer' in an odd way, do you mean if I wrote something along the lines of "Sam leered up at him"? I actually went back to to check if I had the right meaning of 'leer' stored in my noggin *sweat drop* I think it makes sense personally. Leer can mean to ogle (the definition you're thinking of, maybe?) , but it can also mean to glare or give someone an evil eye. The only reason I substitute it for glare sometimes is because it's a synonym and if I didn't switch up my wording occasionally, I'd be really repetitive. If I didn't correctly understand your comment, please tell me ^^
This is part two (and the last part) of the filler, though this chapter is more plot based…ish… It pretty much finishes off episode 21... Oh, and because her voice grates on my ears, I am cutting out Lizzy so that I don't have to watch her parts of the episode :P
Enjoy :)
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"The young master is still really depressed, yes he is," Mey-Rin sighed, pushing her fingers against each other lightly. "And I don't think we've done anything to help him, no we haven't."
"It's really upsetting to see him so down in the dumps," Finni agreed, running a gloved hand over Pluto's fur. Sam nodded in agreement from her place sprawled out on the grass. She rolled over on her stomach and absent mindedly fingered one of the green blades.
"What can we do to cheer him up?" she mumbled absentmindedly. "What makes you guys feel better when you're sad?"
They shrugged. Sam sweat dropped.
"You're not being all that helpful."
They shrugged again.
"I guess the mood just filtered through the manor, yes," Mey-Rin sighed.
Sam jumped to her feet, fist in the air.
"Well I'm going to make it better!" Sam declared. "My abdominal area is already wracked with pain, so I refuse to let myself get depressed so easily!"
Bard and Finni looked at the strawberry blonde in confusion. Mey-Rin paused for a moment before something in her mind seemed click and she nodded in understanding. Sam beamed at them and slowly the other three's faces blossomed into goofy smiles.
Mey-Rin's smile widened and she squealed in delight.
"That's it, yes! Smiling! That will help the young master, yes it will!"
"Of course!" Finni laughed. "Smiles are contagious!"
The three stood side by side.
"DING!" Identical grins stretched across their faces and they cheered, giving each other high fives.
"We can fill the whole manor with smiles, and then the young master's spirits will lift!"
Bard scoffed.
"Ya' all look stupid."
Sam turned on him with an ice cold, death glare. The cook continued to rant non-the-less.
"We're jus' supposed t' smile like lunatics for no reason?"
The two females descended on him, each grabbing a side of his face between their fingers and pulling.
"No! We do it for the young master, yes!" Mey-Rin declared, stretching his cheek to the side.
"Yeah, so you'll smile whether you like it or not!" Sam glared, tugging Bard's skin in the opposite direction. "We'll stretch your face for you, if we have to!"
Bard glared and clenched his eyes shut before shoving the two away.
"Fine! Fine!" he shrieked, rubbing at his sore, red cheeks. He made a peace sign with his fingers and grinned.
"Ding!"
The wind blew and the trees swayed with it. Leaves swirled to the ground and the Phantomhive servants froze.
"All right! Now, all we have to do is…" Sam trailed off, confusion etched across her face as she watched her three companions stare off into the distance with dark eyes. "…Guys?"
She frowned as Pluto started to growl. The demon hound bared his fangs and the hackles on his back rose as he snarled at the woods. Finni, Mey-Rin, and Bard stood stiffly, eyes cold.
"Guys?"
They turned to Sam as if they'd forgotten she was there.
"L-Let's go inside, yes."
"Sure…" she mumbled, allowing the maid to drag her back into the manor. The heavy, mahogany, door slammed behind them and Sam crossed her arms stubbornly over her chest. "What the heck was that all about?"
"There's some time left before dinner, Sam. Why don't you relax inside?"
Sam turned to the butler, her forehead scrunching in confusion.
"What's going on?"
Sebastian smiled down at her.
"Nothing, I assure you." He offered her his arm. Sam took it hesitantly and Sebastian began to lead her down the hallway. He turned to shoot the others a meaningful glance over his shoulder. "I leave this to you three."
They nodded.
The strawberry blonde's eyes narrowed and she opened her mouth to question them when Mey-Rin called her name. Sam tilted her head in question.
"Ding!"
The three servants' faces spread into large grins. Sam's objection choked off and she let her lips crack into a small, tentative, smile.
"Ding!"
The butler pulled her down the hallway and around the corner. Sam looked up at him, eyes narrowed.
"Sebastian, if you don't tell me the truth, I will go into 'emotional wreck' mode," she warned. "And it won't be pleasant."
He paused before his smirk widened.
"I assume you're talking about your 'monthly outbursts.'"
Sam hesitated.
"Perhaps…"
"Ah, I see. So you can control your little 'moments.' That's why I have never noticed any change in your behavior before this."
"Uh… No?" Sam answered cautiously.
He chuckled.
"Either way, I suppose I will answer your question… It's quite simple actually. The manor is under attack."
Sam's eyes widened.
"WHAT?"
"It's actually a fairly common occurrence," Sebastian smirked. "As you can probably guess, the young master has a great deal of enemies. Mey-Rin, Bardroy, and Finnian simply… persuade them to leave the manor be."
Sam stared at him, mouth agape.
"So Mey-Rin, Finni, and Bard are…"
"…the most excellent mercenaries I could provide for the manor other than myself, of course."
"B-But…"
"You may want to close your mouth, Sam. You could very well swallow a bug," Sebastian smirked, placing gloved a finger under Sam's chin.
She shut her mouth with a snap. His mocking grin widened when her cheeks colored.
"Come. Let's check on dinner, shall we?"
Sam nodded and held his arm tighter.
Sebastian peered out a window as they walked past, a contented smirk spread over his lips. His red-brown eyes flitted over the grounds and the eerily calm landscape.
Now, then…
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The first gun shot was fired and men flooded the property.
Mey-Rin, glasses pushed up so that they rested on her forehead, sprinted out of range as gunshots echoed around her. She lunged forward and fired off her two hand guns. Each bullet hit its target.
She landed behind a patch of thick, green, bushes for a moment before flipping up into the air and firing off her weapons. Three more men fell.
"I'm sorry," Mey-Rin frowned, her voice lacking its usual, high-pitched, cheerfulness. "I've sworn to protect this estate with my life."
Her eyes widened a smidgen.
"Oh, right!"
Her glasses fell from her forehead to cover her eyes.
"I forgot to smile, I did! That's how we're going to bring the young master's spirits up, yes!"
Her lips spread in a cheerful smile.
"Ding!"
From behind the stone slabs of the balcony, Bard reloaded his rifle and jumped up, peering over his temporary shield to fire twice before ducking down as bullets deflected off of the stone. He stood again after a moment and continued firing.
One of the men fell to the ground with a thud and Bard lowered his rifle a smidgen.
"Oi! If I were you, I might 'ave that looked a' right away otherwise you'll probably die!" he paused. "Oh, yeah!"
His lips spread in a goofy grin.
"Ding!"
Finni sprinted up the empty, stone, staircase. The energetic gardener reached the top and burst forward into the sunlight with a grin. He bent down, took a deep breath of the fresh air, and pulled up two, large, bundles of wood. His lips spread in a wide, joyous, smile.
"Ding!"
His flung the first bundle down at the men.
"Whoopsy-daisy!" he laughed, hurdling the other chunks of wood. The men below him scattered as the giant, heavy, chunks of wood rained down over their heads.
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"So… it's a regular thing for the mansion to be attacked?" Sam frowned, playing with a stray string on the hem of her shirt.
"Yes," Sebastian answered, removing a roast from the oven. "Does that surprise you?"
"…I guess not," she sighed, giving a final tug at the thread. "I just… does Ciel just not care? Doesn't it bother him when he hears the guns firing outside his window?"
"I don't believe so."
"Doesn't he worry that Mey-Rin, Finni, and Bard will get hurt?" Sam frowned. She glanced nervously out the small kitchen window when a particularly close sounding gunshot rang in her ears.
"Those three are more than capable of taking care of themselves," Sebastian replied, slicing into the roast and neatly placing the chunk of meat on an elaborately arranged china plate.
Sam chewed on her bottom lip, continuing to peer out the window. The demon sighed.
"After I serve the young master his supper, I do believe I know a way to help you relax," Sebastian offered.
Sam perked up lightly, curiosity shining in her eyes.
"The young master was not always as calm as he is now when the manor was being attacked. I used to do the same thing to relax him."
The strawberry blonde nodded and closed her eyes tightly when another gunshot echoed around her.
Please let them be alright. Please let them be alright.
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Sam sighed as she leaned back into the plush couch- a small, content, smile making its way onto her lips.
Sebastian's bow flew over the violin's strings and the sound produced was nothing short of gorgeous. And to think, he's just playing a few scales to make sure it's tuned, Sam smiled. Come to think of it… other than right now, I've never seen Sebastian play at all.
She sank further into the couch cushions, legs pulled to her chest. She watched as the demon slightly readjusted his bow hand before beginning a slow paced piece. Sam smiled as the notes filled her ears, somehow miraculously blocking out the gunshots and screams.
Sebastian continued to play for a few minutes before turning his gaze to her.
"Do you have any preferences, Sam?"
"Preferences…?" she repeated, tapping her chin lightly in thought. "I don't know that many violin pieces because I only really memorize the cello or viola titles because they're always so long… but if I had to pick my favorite, it'd probably be Vivaldi's Violin Concerto in D Minor-Allegro… bleck, that was a mouthful," Sam laughed lightly. "Do you know it?"
Sebastian smirked lightly.
"But of course. I am, after all, one Hell of a butler… and what kind of butler would I be if I couldn't remember a few concertos?"
"…a normal one?"
Sebastian shook his head with a sigh, though his lips were spread in a humored smirk, and began to play.
Sam smiled happily as the familiar, fast paced (yet somehow soft and elegant) music surrounded her. She snuggled into the soft fabric of the couch pillows and let herself enjoy the wonder that was Sebastian's musical talent.
He really was amazing at everything.
Her eyes moved around the room and focused on the window. She could still hear the gunshots, the cries for help, the screams of the wounded, but… she felt so… safe. Her gaze moved back to Sebastian and she smiled.
The strawberry blonde felt as if she didn't have a care in the world and she felt so warm and fuzzy and… God, what's wrong with me? Please, oh, PLEASE, let this just be the effects of my period.
Sam sighed and frowned, hugging one of the pillows to her chest. Her eyes connected with Sebastian's and he smiled slightly. Before she knew it, she was smiling back.
Okay. Maybe it's not my period… Maybe I really, honestly, do l-l-l-lo… No. I'm not thinking this right now. Nope. Not thinking this… Sam sighed, her thoughts managing to override everything else. She closed her eyes with another sigh. Okay. I'm thinking it. I accept it. It's not just from my 'freak out' over his well being. I love him. Perfect. Just perfect.
Sam opened her eyes and stared up at the demon. Sebastian seemed to enjoy playing the music as much as she loved listening to it. He glanced down at her again and Sam smiled.
Perfect.
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The sun was setting now. The light shone on the manor's stone walls and tossed shadows every which way. Slowly, what was left of the men who had attempted to assault the Phantomhive household dispersed.
"Who are these people?"
"What are the servants of this house?" They all groaned, limping back to where they'd come.
"If we couldn't do this much for the young master, what kind of Phantomhive servants would we be?" Mey-Rin, Finni, and Bard, chorused, matching smiles etched on their faces.
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Ciel's eyebrows furrowed as he looked over the newspaper in his hand with a critical eye. Sebastian's statement from earlier that day echoed through his mind. The young Earl stared down at the ink sketch of the tower adorning the front page with a frown.
"Paris, eh?"
There was a knock at his door and he lifted his head.
"Yes?"
"Dinner is ready, my lord."
Ciel sighed and stood, placing the paper down on his desk and walking over to the door. Sebastian opened it for him and led him out into the hallway.
The young Phantomhive raised an eyebrow in curiosity when he noticed that stood by the demon's side, her arm wrapped loosely around his. The female arched an eyebrow back, a silent challenge daring him to question her motifs.
Ciel only shook his head with a sigh and continued walking down the hallway.
"You've had more leisure time today than you've had in a while, my lord," Sebastian commented. "I assume that you were able to fret to your satisfaction?"
"I am not fretting."
They began to descend the staircase when they noticed the three servants standing at the bottom. Ciel paused half way, sending them an odd look.
Mey-Rin, Finni, and Bard were certainly a tad worse-for-wear. The three looked as if they'd been through a long, bloody, battle… and as far as Sam knew, they had.
The three stood, staring up at Ciel for a moment with placid faces before bright smiles spread across their lips.
"Ding!"
Ciel blinked a few times before he scoffed and the corners of his lips turned upwards in a smirk.
Mey-Rin, Finni, and Bard looked awestruck, as if they couldn't believe that the 'smiling plan' had actually worked in improving Ciel's day.
"You all look wretched," he sighed. "Go and change your clothes at once."
"Yes, young master!" The three cheered, faces alight with joy, before sprinting off to their rooms.
Ciel smirked after them in amusement.
Sam sighed sadly, disappointed.
"Man…I didn't even get to do the ding!"
Ciel sighed.
"You're so stupid."
"…and you're an emotional wreck who wreaks havoc on all those around him by mentally screwing with them to the point that the person would rather claw out their own throat than live on this planet. Stating the obvious is fun, right?"
Ciel's eyebrow twitched and Sebastian's lips spread in an amused smirk.
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So ends the miny filler series and at… *checks clock* 11:37 PM! Woo hoo! I finished this before the week was up!
I feel moderately accomplished ^^
I hope everyone liked it and thank you again for the 100,000 hits! I feels so loooooved!
Oh, and if anyone happens to like classical or violin music, look up the Vivaldi piece Sam mentioned. I actually spent a good hour looking through music until I found one I thought was awesome enough for Sebby to play (plus, I am personally a huge sucker for classical and ended up listening to each song I found three times before moving onto the next one :P).
Until next week~