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That Butler, Trick or Treat


'thoughts'

"speech"

"Demonic speech"

{setting/stage directions?}

SOUND EFFECTS

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

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{October 30, 1888—Phantomhive Manor}

"S-Sebastian...!" Chêne gasped, blushing shyly, as the demon butler gently caressed her face.

"My, my... Do not tell me you are still feeling embarrassed after all this time, Chêne?" Sebastian said, smirking devilishly at her. His crimson eyes glowed slightly as he gazed down at Chêne's trembling form. "I could understand a little nervousness on your part if this were your first time, but it has already been a month or so since we... became one." Sebastian teased as he pulled Chêne closer to him on the bed.

"!" Chêne said as she blushed cherry red from head to toe. "D-Don't—Don't make it sound so dirty!! Who 'became one'...!? We're just blood bonded—not sleeping with each other!!" Chêne yelled, flustered. "And of course I'm embarrassed! Why do I have to sit on your lap whenever you give me your blood!? I'm not a little kid visiting Santa Claus!" Sebastian smirked. It was so amusing whenever Chêne was embarrassed like this. She said the oddest things. It was October now, and it was yet again time for Sebastian to give Chêne her monthly 'blood donation' as she called it. They were in her room so that there would be no chance of anyone accidentally walking in on them, since Chêne had her own room as a part of the 'senior staff.' "And why are we sitting on the bed? I have a chair in here, you know." Chêne pointed out. Sebastian gave her a brilliant shit-eating grin.

"Because it is more 'interesting' this way." Sebastian said, smirking like a Cheshire cat. Chêne sweat dropped. What the heck was that supposed to mean...? "But really, in all seriousness, you cannot reach my neck to drink my blood if I am not sitting, and you cannot get close enough to drink if you are on the other side of the room, either." Sebastian told her. Chêne sweat dropped. He did have a point... but...

"But why does it have to be from your neck...? When you changed me, you bit your hand, and then fed your blood to me, didn't you?" Chêne said, skeptically. Sebastian gave her another blinding shit-eating grin.

"True, but I do not see why I should have to wound myself every time. Although my wounds heal almost instantly, I find no pleasure in self-mutilation, you know. However, if you sit on my lap, and drink my blood by yourself, like a good girl, then we can both benefit." Sebastian said, grinning. Chêne sweat dropped and grimaced.

"You mean... I get 'dinner' and you get 'a show'...?" Chêne asked, frowning. Sebastian smirked at her in response. "Ugh... You enjoy harassing and embarrassing me way too much—You sadist!" Chêne muttered darkly. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before finally complying and positioning herself on Sebastian's lap. "L-Let's just get this over with..." Chêne mumbled shyly, blushing cherry red, as she reached up and wrapped her arms around Sebastian as she leaned closer to his neck. Her canine teeth elongated slightly into fangs.

BITE.

Sebastian's demonic eyes glowed, and he smirked as he held Chêne to him, making sure that she was really drinking the full amount that she required, and that she was taking her medicine, like a good girl.

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{The Phantomhive Downstairs, main kitchen}

"Mmmm~! The breakfasts Chêne makes us are always so yummy~!" Finni said happily as he spread more butter on the huge stack of pancakes Chêne had made for him. Finni and Chêne both had pretty big appetites for such skinny people. The others had three pancakes, since that was all they needed to be full. "I wonder where Chêne and Mister Sebastian went off to?" He said thoughtfully. Chêne usually ate with them, but for some reason, she had practically inhaled her breakfast before suddenly running off, and they hadn't even seen Sebastian yet that morning.

"M-Maybe they are having a tryst, yes?" Mei-Rin suggested, smiling and blushing as her nose started to bleed slightly.

"First of all, ain't it kinda early for them to be doing something like that!? And second, I thought you had a thing for Sebastian... Why do you look so happy?" Bard said skeptically.

"O-Oh! W-Well... it's true that Mister Sebastian is indeed a very attractive man, but it's obvious that Chêne feels much more deeply for him than I do, and they make such a lovely couple, don't you think~?" Mei-Rin said, blushing happily. Perhaps Chêne would ask her to be a bridesmaid if they married!

"Uh... yeah, sure..." Bard said, sweat dropping. Well, at least there were no hard feelings between the two women, though Chêne didn't strike him as the type to have a tryst, especially not at 6 o'clock in the friggin' morning!

"I bet their kids would be really cute~!" Finni said innocently.

"Ah, yes~! Their girls would look just like little porcelain dolls, like Chêne! And their boys would be dashing, like Mister Sebastian!"

"Hoh, hoh, hoh!" Mister Tanaka said happily as he sipped his tea.

"Don't count'ya chickens before they hatch, Mei-Rin. It's probably nothin'." Bard said, sweat dropping. 'Chêne, you'd better get back here before Mei-Rin names your first born...' He thought, chagrined.

"Are you all still eating?" Sebastian asked. The three stooges all jumped in surprise as they whipped their heads around to see Sebastian standing in the doorway of the kitchen, raising an eyebrow at them. He didn't look too pleased with them. Chêne stood behind him, sweat dropping, as she blushed a deep shade of red.

"How long have you been standing there!?" Bard yelled incredulously. They'd nearly given him a bloody heart attack!

"Long enough to hear every awkward word..." Chêne said, chagrined, a she blushed. They had probably just given Sebastian even more ammo to use against her...

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"Young Master, it is time to wake up." Sebastian said as he and Chêne entered Ciel's bedroom with a serving cart loaded with breakfast. After Sebastian had sent the other servants scurrying off to do their chores, (with the exception of Mister Tanaka, who was doing just fine, as always) they had prepared Ciel's breakfast, and were now ready to serve it to him and help the young earl get his day started. Chêne opened the curtains to let some sunlight into the room to help Ciel wake up faster.

Sebastian gracefully poured the tea and served it to Ciel.

"For today's breakfast, Chêne and I have prepared crêpes aux pommes with applewood smoked bacon and eggs 'over easy.' An assortment of fresh fruits, jams, toast, and croissants have been prepared as an accompaniment." Sebastian informed Ciel. "Which would you prefer?" Ciel sat up and yawned lightly.

"…Croissant." Ciel answered sleepily as he took the tea. "This aroma…Chai, hm?"

"Yes, I thought it would go well with the cinnamon in the crêpes." Chêne said as she walked over to Ciel's armoire to select his outfit for the day. She froze, surprised when she saw the new armoire that Ciel had bought to replace his old, worn out one.

"Yes, and we will be using the Royal Doulton dishes. Today, both the dishes and the tea set are in their Blue Willow pattern." Sebastian said. Chêne had seen them when he was looking through the company's catalog to buy replacements for the most recent set of china that Mei-Rin had broken. For some reason, she had been really excited and practically begged him to buy the set.

"And the schedule for... Chêne, what are you staring at?" Ciel asked her, sweat dropping when he saw how mesmerized she was by his new armoire. The craftsmanship was impressive, but it wasn't that amazing. Sebastian glanced at Chêne. She was gazing at the armoire as if it were a long-lost friend.

"Ah!" Chêne gasped, as she snapped out of it and joined the real world again. "I'm sorry, it's just that this armoire looks so much like my old one that I was caught off guard..." Chêne said, rubbing the back her neck as she smiled wryly. Now it was Sebastian and Ciel's turn to stare. This armoire was large, carved from mahogany, had silver-lined mirrors, and was very, very expensive. It was not something a middle-class family could afford, at least not in their world.

"I thought you said your family was middle-class?" Sebastian said.

"Um...they are, why?" Chêne asked as she opened the armoire.

"This is only something that someone of my station could afford..." Ciel said, furrowing his brow slightly in confusion. Chêne glanced back at the two of them, blinking.

"Oh! That's what you meant!" Chêne said, her eyes lighting up in realization. "Haha, no, no! The armoire was a family heirloom! My Grandma Willow (my Mom's mom) is pretty well-off, but my dad's side is totally normal! The armoire was a prize my Papère (my Dad's dad) won in a poker game. He left it to me after he died since I used to play hide-and-seek in it all the time." Chêne said, smiling at the nostalgic piece of furniture. She squinted her eyes slightly when she noticed something shining in the very back, just peeking out from behind one of Ciel's coat's sleeves. "... Was this new or used when you bought it?" Chêne asked as she stepped into it to investigate.

"New, of course... why?" Ciel asked, wondering why she was poking around in there instead of bringing him his outfit for the day.

"I can see a light in the back... I think there might be a hole in the back board!" Chêne called out to them. Her voice was muffled by all the clothing around her.

"Are you certain? It only just arrived yesterday afternoon, and I moved it myself. There was no damage when I last looked." Sebastian said, frowning slightly as he leaned into the armoire to look too.

"This is ridiculous! Are you going to dress me or not?" Ciel asked indignantly as he got out of bead and stalked over to them. "You can stare at it all you want after—"

YAAANNKK—!

"...!?" The all yelled in surprise in alarm as they were suddenly pulled in to the armoire by an unseen force. They heard the armoire doors slam shut behind them as they all felt themselves start to fall into a dark abyss.

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{Inside the 'void'...}

"Uwaaaaah!" Ciel yelled in alarm.

"Ciel! Sebastian! Where are you—!?" Chêne called out to them it was pitch black, and none of them could see a thing.

"Hold onto me!" Sebastian told the two of them. Ciel and Chêne felt Sebastian's arms wrap around them, and then, the frightening sensation of falling was replaced by a new one... It was strange… Instead of feeling as though they were plunging toward their doom, it felt as if they were floating. Chêne slowly opened her eyes again and saw that instead of falling down a hole, they were surrounded by strange lights that swirled into a vortex. Chêne sweat dropped. Talk about déjà vu...

"Did you do this—What's happening, Sebastian!?" Ciel demanded, obviously unnerved by what was happening.

"Chill, Ciel. We'll be fine... probably... This is what it looked like when I accidentally 'fell' into your world." Chêne said, smiling wryly as she sweat dropped. "How did you get us to float like this, Sebastian?"

"I did nothing, other than hold the two of you so that we would not get separated. Our rapid descent slowed on its own." Sebastian said, furrowing his brow slightly. "... So this is what an 'inter-dimensional rip in the fabric of space and time' looks like..." He said thoughtfully.

"Chêne, you have experience with this—do something!" Ciel said nervously. This place was giving him the creeps. He didn't know how the two of them were able to stay so calm. Chêne gaped at him in disbelief.

"Like what...? Do I look like a magician to you!? Dammit, Jim—I'm a maid, not a miracle worker!!" Chêne said, hoping her joke would provide some levity in the situation. It didn't. Ciel and Sebastian both stared at her like she was losing it. She sweat dropped. "Oh, right... I guess you wouldn't get that joke if you'd never seen an episode of the original Star Trek before... and it was such a good joke, too..." Chêne mumbled in disappointment.

"!?" They all said, alarmed when they felt another force pulling on them again, and they started hurtling toward a bright light.

"Looks like this is our stop! Get ready for a rough land—" Chêne yelled as they were suddenly enveloped by the blindly bright light.