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That Butler, Omnipotent2


'thoughts'

"speech"

[speech heard over telephone]

{setting/stage directions?}

*sound effect*

An entire sentence like this, without quotes, is narration for dreams or stuff like written letters.

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Dream Mode≈

Chêne was wandering through the halls of the manor. Everything was dark and hazy. It felt surreal. She was searching for something… She wasn't sure what it was, but she knew she had to find it. What ever it was— it was important to her. She could smell the faint aroma of apples and cinnamon, like an apple pie, floating in the background. She saw a door and pushed it open. It was the Study, and it was empty. The windows had been thrown open, and the curtains fluttered as the wind blew. Papers and various documents that Ciel had just finished organizing last night were scattered about the room. Strange. Although it was true that finding the Study in such disarray was unusual, Chêne could not explain the feeling of fear dread that suddenly overtook her at the sight of the room.

"They took him!" Chêne heard herself cry. Wait, who did 'they' take? Why would she say something like that?

The scene shifted before her eyes, and Chêne now found herself in an unfamiliar room. In the middle of the room, was a dark-haired man. He had a scar across his face, and piercings in one of his eyebrow and both his ears. His hair was slicked back, and he was wearing a pinstriped suit. The man was holding a gun to Ciel's head. Ciel was bruised and bleeding slightly. He had clearly been beaten. Chêne gasped in surprise.

'Please don't let this be one of those dreams!' Chêne thought. 'Don't let this one come true!'

Sebastian entered the room. Chêne knew she should feel relived, but that feeling of dread just wouldn't leave her. Sebastian and the man were talking to each other now, but there words were muffled, like something was preventing Chêne from hearing their conversation. Sebastian pulled something out of his coat and held it out to the man. It was the 'game' Chlaus had brought with him to give to Ciel when he visited. A bang was heard as a bullet went straight through Sebastian's head, and he was riddled with a shower of bullets. The man laughed.

End Dream Mode≈

Sebastian had completed his tasks and was now in the process of making his way to the kitchen so he could check on the dessert he had Chêne watching for him while it was baking. He entered the kitchen to find a sleeping Chêne. The girl was resting her head on the kitchen counter she had seated herself in front of, a few inches away from the timer for the oven. She looked so peaceful; it was almost a shame to wake her. Almost. As Sebastian reached out to shake her shoulder, Chêne's eyes suddenly snapped open, wild with panic. It was quite startling. Chêne jumped back from Sebastian like she had seen a ghost. She was breathing quick, shallow breaths, as though she were having a panic attack. Sebastian was puzzled. He had wanted to startle her since he found her reactions amusing, but this was not what he had in mind…

"…Chêne?" Sebastian said softly, so as not to startle the girl more. Chêne froze, and she slowly brought her eye up to meet his. For a moment she just stared at Sebastian as though she could not believe it was him. There was a desperate hope in her eyes as she suddenly flung herself at the demon butler.

"Oh thank God! You're alright!" Chêne cried in relief as she hugged Sebastian. Sebastian blinked. He was slightly stunned. Chêne had never thrown herself at him before, and it was the first time he heard anyone thank God for saving a demon. "That dream felt so real! I thought you'd really been shot!"

'I see… so it was a nightmare.' Sebastian thought. 'I wonder if it could be one of those dreams, one of Chêne's visions…'

Chêne was still clinging to him, like he was her lifeline, and sobbing uncontrollably. Sebastian frowned slightly. While he did not really mind the close contact, it would not do to stand there all day. It would throw off the entire schedule, and the pie would be ready to come out of the oven in another not long from now. Besides, seeing Chêne like this — a girl who had not even cried like this after being branded and whipped — unnerved him slightly. He was not sure why he felt that way, but the carefree and childish smile or the petulant pout she normally sported when he was teasing her definitely suited her much better. So, he wrapped his arms around her, embracing her, and smirked.

"My, my if you wanted me to embrace you so badly, all you had to do was ask. I am deeply touched, Chêne. I never knew you cared." Sebastian seductively whispered in her ear. The implied innuendo was not lost on Chêne, and it had the desired effect on her. She was no longer crying. Instead, Chêne was gaping at him incredulously; like she could not believe those words just came out of his mouth, and she was flushed cherry red from head to toe.

"W-What!?" Chêne shrieked and instantly shot two feet away from Sebastian. Sebastian smirked at her and chuckled.

'Much better.' Sebastian thought smugly. "Well, with the way you were clinging to me just now… was I wrong?" Sebastian asked a little too innocently as he gave her a blinding shit-eating grin. Chêne looked like a deer caught in the headlights. She felt like one too.

"N—Yes!" Chêne stuttered indignantly. She was blushing so hard now that she was practically glowing. "Ugh! I don't even know why I was upset you got shot anymore! You pervert!" Chêne huffed angrily. Sebastian was clearly enjoying her embarrassment.

"Yes you were saying something to that effect when you were clinging to me earlier." Sebastian said, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. Chêne scowled at him. "What else happened in your dream to cause you so much distress?"

"Are you worried about me?" Chêne asked, a little surprised.

"Merely curious." Sebastian replied. Chêne sighed. She did not know what other answer she should have expected.

"I don't remember all of it… but here goes." Chêne said as she launched into a description of her dream.

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{Back With The Others…}

"… What are you doing?" Sebastian asked wearily, clearly appalled at the scene of chaos before him.

He had left to check on the others' progress after hearing Chêne's dream, only to be greeted with this… Mei-Rin was running around and flailing her arms after accidentally falling victim to one of her own traps. Finni was dressed in a cat suit… being attacked and chased by real cats… Bard was spilling some kind of hazardous waste on the floors. They were all running around like chickens with their heads cut off and crying. Tanaka was merrily skipping about here and there, chasing the mice with a net. He should have known that morning's lack of mishaps was too good to be true.

"Whaddaya mean, what!? We're catching mice, of course!" Bard shouted indignantly.

"I… see… is… that right…" Sebastian said, already feeling a migraine coming on.

"Sebastian!" Ciel called out from behind the butler.

"Young Master." Sebastian said in acknowledgement.

"Send a carriage over to Lord Randall's mansion tonight." Ciel ordered.

"A carriage, Sir?" Sebastian asked for clarification.

"We will be hosting a party this evening." Ciel said.

"Very good, Sir." Sebastian said, smirking. "Once I have made arrangements for the carriage, I shall bring your afternoon tea to your room." Behind him, the three stooges were still making a commotion over the mice. "For today's afternoon tea, I have prepared a deep-dish pie of apples and raisins. Chêne is currently keeping an eye on it, and I will bring it fresh from the oven, so please wait a little while."

"All right. Bring Chêne with you when you come. The prototype for a new Funtom product arrived the other day, and I want her to test it out as well." Ciel said and left to work in his Study.

Although Chêne was nineteen, she was just as playful as a child, and she would often test the products as well. Since Chêne was so creative, she would come up with different ways the toy could be used that were not necessarily recommended in the instructions, and therefore helped to determine what warning labels or disclaimers they should add. If the quality was high enough to survive Chêne's abuse, then it got Ciel's seal of approval. Sebastian stared after his master as the chaos behind him continued. He really would rather not have to deal with all that nonsense.

"… Right." Sebastian said, deciding he should face the mess behind him and not delay himself any longer. He swiftly dived across the floor, snatching up all of the mice as he went. Mei-Rin, Finni, and bard just stood there, stunned as Sebastian gracefully stood with the mice in hand. "Now then. Please stop playing about and get back to work. We are expecting a guest tonight." Sebastian said as he tossed the mice out the window. He noticed Tanaka had caught a few mice in his net himself.

"Yesh, Shiiiir…" The three servants said dejectedly, sniffling.

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{With Ciel…}

"…Haah…" Ciel sighed as he shut the Study door behind him and made his way to his desk. "Why are our servants so carefr—!?" Ciel was cut off when someone grabbed him from behind and covered his mouth with a rag. It smelled strange, like it had been soaked with chloroform. Ciel struggled with all his might, but the chloroform was taking effect. He was growing dizzy, and as his vision darkened, he fell unconscious. Ciel went limp in the arms of his abductor.

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{With Sebastian And Chêne…}

Sebastian and Chêne were currently making their way to the Study so they could serve Ciel his afternoon tea and take a look at Funtom's latest prototype. Chêne was still slightly on edge about her dream, but decided there was no point in worrying over it.

"I hope Ciel is willing to share that pie with me." Chêne said, repressing the instinct to drool as she took in the mouthwatering aroma of apples and cinnamon. '… Wait… why do I feel like this has happened before…?' Chêne wondered.

"I suppose you will simply have to ask him yourself." Sebastian said as they stopped in front of the Study's door. Sebastian knocked on the door gracefully. Chêne wondered how the man could make everything seem like a high-art form. "Young Master, I have brought you your afternoon tea." Their only answer was silence.

"Something's wrong." Chêne said nervously. Ciel never turned down sweets. Sebastian opened the door.

"Young Master?" Sebastian called again, furrowing his brow slightly.

"!" Sebastian and Chêne started when they saw the room. The scene before them was exactly the same as in Chêne's dream.

"Oh no…!" Chêne gasped, horrified. 'If only I had said something sooner…'

"This is—" Sebastian said. "… Oh dear… How could this be…"

"This is terrible! Ciel's been kidnapped!" Chêne said at the same time Sebastian said,

"And after all that, this tea is going to go to waste…" Sebastian looked a little too calm for a butler whose master had just been forcibly removed from his own home. Chêne face-faulted and gaped at Sebastian.

"That's what you're worried about!?" Chêne yelled, exasperated.


I posted a link on my profile to a pic of Chêne that I made for anyone who's curious, and as thanks for reading. ^_^ I hope you like it!