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Do I detect a 3rd person p.o.v that mainly consists of mainly Sebastian? Oh my, it seems so. ~ Ha-ha, I gave it a try and I hope I did alright compared to other writers out there who have done this chapter. Oof, I need to have faith in myself. .

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A butler's morning starts early. In the evening, no one's job ends later. In the morning, no one's job starts earlier. The mansion is defined by a butler's service.

"My hair has grown quite a bit," Sebastian thinks while tugging on his hair, staring into a mirror. "...ah in these circumstances I mustn't shorten it." He swipes his hair behind his ear and grabs his tailcoat. Slipping it on, he frowns a bit in irritation, "Humans are such difficult creatures."

He tightens his white butler gloves impassively, ready to begin the day. "Alright time to go."

The first thing a butler must do is deliver that day's work itinerary. He heads to the kitchen first thing and spots all the servant's awake, "Good morning, everyone." he greets the trio at the table, who appear still tired from waking up. "It's about time to start work," he announces. "Maylene is in charge of the linens. Finni, prune the trees in the garden. Bard's job is to prepare lunch, please."

The servants continue to sit around at the table. That irritates Sebastian again and he claps his hands to get their attention, "If you understand, then get to your jobs already!" he barks as the trio get up from their seats in a hurry, not wanting to be in the line of the butler's wrath. "...and do them correctly!"

They scurry out of the kitchen exactly how he wanted them to do. After the servants are sent out, next the preparations for the young masters awakening and for the early morning tea along with his lady's. He sets the tray of full of teacups and materials on a cart. He wheels it out of the kitchen towards his master's bedroom first. Knocking on the bedroom door once he arrived, "Pardon the intrusion," he begins as he opens the door while walking inside with the cart that rattles as it moves. "Good morning, young master. It's time to wake up." he announces and greets.

Sebastian moves over to the window beside his master's bed and opens the curtains with a perfectly placed smile. "It's nice weather today." he mentions as he watches his young master rub his eyes sleepily as sunlight hits them.

The master of the mansion, Earl Ciel Phantomhive is twelve years old, and as the head of family he governs a grand domain. As well as that, he also acts as the company president for the maker "Funtom Company". Through talented business maneuvers, he managed to create sister Funtom companies at the same time.

Sebastian pours some tea into a cup, the scent of it wafts through the air. His young master simply yawns, "Is it Assam today?" he asks curiously.

Sebastian hands over the cup to him still smiling, "You are very adept, young master. I heard that in Assam quality tea leaves were made so I ordered some locally."

He gives him today's newspaper as well and the boy accepts them both. Ciel lifts the teacup up his lips while opening the newspaper, "By the way, the kids from Count Barton's orphanage have been invited here." Ciel mentions absentmindedly.

Sebastian raises a hand to his chest, "That is a good idea. When will it happen, then?"

"Tomorrow." Ciel confirms, still focused on the newspaper before him.

Sebastian's thoughts freeze at the word, but his face appears unaffected by the news of arrival. This brat-*correction* young master...does he think if he leaves everything to him, it will just work out somehow? That careless way of treating his workers is very rude.

Sebastian tilts his head slightly, "Understood." he confirms. His young master continues to drink the tea and the butler decides to comment further on the matter. "No matter what type of guests, the Phantomhive reputation will parish if we don't show the best hospitality." he states with a short bow. Ciel hands the cup back to his butler which he takes and sets on the cart. "That's right...the Herend's Chinoiserie tea set that I ordered the other day has arrived." Sebastian mentions as his young master gets up from his bed.

Sebastian walks over to his closet and selects an outfit for his young master for the day. Carrying the clothing in his arm, he drapes it onto the bed. He begins to undress the boy and takes the shirt off the outfit once everything was off him. Sebastian continues to inform his young master of today's schedule, "So today's afternoon snack with be with Keemun tea. And since it has berries in it as well, what do you say to currant and berry summer pudding for a snack? Would you like some?" he asks while helping his young master put his jacket on.

"Yeah, go ahead. Make sure to put some raspberry's in it, Rina likes those I believe."

Sebastian smiles again at his master's request, "Understood." he says while tying a bow around Ciel's neck. "Well, I shall begin to wake my lady up and start on the preparations for tomorrow immediately afterward."

His young master only hums in response and the butler finishes his bow. With that, he leaves his master be and takes the tea cart with him. So many things to do in one day to prepare for tomorrow. Honestly, if his young master wishes for him to do things as a human then would it make sense to not pile every chore in one day. Being a demon, he was capable of what his master wished but if he were an ordinary human; only half of what his master ordered him to do would get done.

Strolling to Rina's bedroom door, he knocks on it lightly, "Pardon the intrusion," he says lowly and opens the door. He walks inside with the cart. He found his master's adoptive sister snoozing with her face buried into her pillow. The bedroom was completely dark as she requested thickened curtains to block all sunlight in the morning. He found it a little odd how she preferred this habit but did not think on it much.

As he approaches her bed, he could hear tiny snores erupt into the air. This only proves she was in a deep sleep and he could find a random open book on the floor. She must of fell asleep while reading its content and it dropped during the long night. He picks it up and rests it on the nightstand beside her bed. Her hair was spiraled out of control as it is most of the time when he comes to wake her up. Deciding it was time for her to finally wake up, he pushes the curtain aside abruptly. Light fills the bedroom graciously, but it does not ruse the young girl from her slumber.

He catches her light curly brown hair shine luminously against the sunlight. He sighs to himself, honestly this girl puzzles him more than any human he has ever had contact with. Most humans fear him naturally, being a demon tends to do this unconsciously; or most woman her age would be lusting after his figure in his human form. It was such an annoyance to him. She announces she cares for his dark character; he wonders often what her reaction would upon knowing his true nature. Would she run away? Cower in fright? Go insane? He was used to those kinds of reactions.

The light seems to finally faze her slightly, but she only buries her eyes into the pillow with a soft groan.

He smirks at her reaction, finding many things about this human woman amusing. At first, he considered her presence annoying and an obstacle when it comes to his master. Well, that hasn't changed per say, but he did not mind it either. Treating him with a rough kind of kindness and playfulness, it was unusual for him to be addressed as so. Naturally, being the demon, he was, also teased her in his own way; he found great satisfaction when she becomes worked up by those ministrations of his.

Rejecting her around his being only made matters worse for him; in the end, she won this little fight of companionship she so desired since they met. He found it easier to deal with her that way; but now he always gets an entertainment of sort out of it. Sacrificing one thing for another was a deal for itself. A stress reliever one would say for those days where his master and the servants irritate him. Though, there are days where she does as well.

When she talks down to him or that one time, she slapped him. Him, a demon, slapped by a human who he wasn't even in a contract with; he would be the laughingstock of his kind. Oh, how he wanted to tear her limb for limb for such an act. Although, that statement she declared afterward with such emotion truly surprised the demon more. He asks himself many times who this woman really was.

Don't even get him started on her soul. He can never see hers; it is shrouded in a mystery so deep he cannot even see. He may be a high-ranking demon in his realm, but to not see a human's soul is clearly unheard of. He can see she possesses many dark thoughts, but her soul is transparent. Only newborn humans appear as so, since they do not possess much thoughts at that age beside the natural instincts within them.

Gazing down at her now with his true demon eyes, he could still not see anything. She is most discomforting to be around. Sebastian's curiosity only grows with every emotion and action she performs. Waiting to see the day that soul flares with her hidden desires and thoughts. Calming his demon attributes with a slight sigh, he calls out to walk her up, "My lady, it is time to awaken."

She grumbles something unintelligible and a tick mark appears on his temple. Waking his master's sister was a chore, he had too much to do today and standing here idly would not due. He reaches down and grasps the pillow her head laid on and snatches it away. Her head falls onto the mattress with a surprised grunt. Her face flattened against the bed and she turns her head toward him.

A heated glare was sent his way and he flashes her a signature smile, "It is morning." Sebastian relays.

Rina simply stares him down, feeling exhausted and not happy he took her pillow away like so. "No shit, I couldn't tell by light that pools into the room." she mutters sarcastically.

Sebastian's expression doesn't change, but her words did irritate him so. "It seems your eyes are working then." he replies sarcastically as well.

She moves herself up and wraps the blanket around her form. Sitting on her knees, she lets out a big yawn and she watches as he begins to pour her a cup of tea. "What time is it?" she asks as her eyes were barely staying open.

He offers her the cup and she takes it gratefully. He takes out his pocket watch, "It is six forty-one."

Her face pales slightly, "So, I got five hours of sleep?" she mutters.

He raises an eyebrow at this information, "Oh, dear. Was your novel to your liking?" he asks with slight interest.

She smiles with a confirming hum, "I only got halfway through before I passed out. It reminded me of a book from home."

He chuckles lowly, knowing this human loved to read constantly. She finally takes a sip of the tea as it brings life to her white cheeks due to the heat. She drains the cup in a matter of seconds, the warm liquid bringing some life inside her. She was very tired indeed. She sets the cup back onto the cart, purposely ignoring his hand that reached for it. He sighs through his nose and a taunting grin moves its way onto his lips, "Does my lady need help getting ready for the day?"

Rina stretches her hands up the air, feeling her arm muscles strain pleasurably. She huffs with a mini glare, "You already know that answer."

He bows slightly then with a hand placed on his chest, "Then I shall take my leave. The young master has informed me that Count Barren's orphanage will be here tomorrow. Please act accordingly."

She perks up at the thought of children coming by. Her exhaustion leaves her mind briefly as a large smile plasters against her face, "Really?! I can't wait!" she beams happily.

Sebastian stares at her impassively, deciding to not comment further. He takes the cart and rolls it out of the bedroom, leaving his master's sister behind.

Now then, here is where the most crucial part of his job begins...

Sebastian whips off his tailcoat the minute he entered the kitchen. He puts on new gloves and claps them together with a small smile, "Well then, shall we begin..." he addresses to himself.

Finely mince the high-quality dark and milk couverture and mix them together at sixty degrees. Then at a boiling temperature, add in unprocessed cream. He follows the directions to the recipe while reading them. After stirring, let it cool down until it is room temperature and then add in cointreau. This time it is poured into a mold-

The sound of a scream interrupted his cooking and he stares at the kitchen door in exasperation.

"What was that?" Sebastian asks out loud, to no one specifically. He leaves the kitchen to find the source of who screamed and comes to the laundry room. "Maylene? What on Earth is the matter..." he asks while opening the door a fraction. He is only then surrounded around an over extensive amount of bubbles and a panicking maid who screams his name upon seeing his figure. It didn't take long for him to become overwhelmed as well irritated, "What's with all these bubbles?!" he shouts.

Mey-Rin sweatdrops profusely who is still in a panic about the situation. "The detergent...according to the instruction manual." she points out to first while gesturing to the box she holds. "I'm supposed to put in thirty cups! It's so weird that this happened!"

Sebastian takes the box from her grasp and stares at it causally. "Maylene, this doesn't say thirty cups, it says three cups." he corrects drily, not impressed in slightest.

"Eh?!" she exclaims in surprise.

She begins to apologize repeatedly. This idio-er...this house maid. The fact that her eyes are already this bad is not the problem here at all. What's clearly odd isn't the instructions, but that she didn't even notice it herself. He has heard in society, clumsy maids have charm, but he can't possibly understand why. He is recalling what murderous intent feels like.

He sighs lightly, wanting to get this matter over and done with. "...hah, I understood. For now, just step back." he commands. He grabs a mop and a bucket, cleaning the whole room in a matter of a few moments. Next came the soaked laundry and he rushes outside with it to hang to dry; Mey-Rin follows in awe of his fast-paced work.

"Well, I still have work, so if you'll excuse me. You should get back to work also." he tells the maid sternly. Sebastian walks back inside the manor alone with a sigh, "Really now. It had to happen right as we're so pressed for time." he mutters under his breath.

Once back inside the kitchen, he happily resumes his work. He pulls out a frying pan and begins the next step to the recipe. Put water and butter into a frying pan. Once it he has turned off the fire, he mixes the flour and baking powder. After stirring, with a spatula, simmer it again...

A boom could be heard along with a scream. "What is it now?!" he shouts out loud.

He comes out the kitchen door to go to the oven room. Rina stood outside the door coughing repeatedly and she was cloaked in black soot. The butler raises an eyebrow, wondering what she has done. She was not one to make messes like the other three.

"Bard?!" she shrieks. "Are you crazy!?"

Ah...that was more like it he thinks knowingly. He walks up to the door she was at and peers inside. Bard was on the floor holding a grenade launcher (?). His hair was poofy and he was smothered in black soot compared to Rina. He appears to be in a slight daze, but he was able to talk. "Yo! I sent for a new weapon from my home country, but...I can't use little stuff like this!"

Rina sighs in exasperation and holds the bridge of her nose. She continues to cough lightly, the smoke officially bothering her lungs.

Sebastian hunches his shoulders slightly, appearing exhausted. "First off, is that even a cooking utensil? You don't need that sort of fire power to cook lamb with lavender." he explains.

"Don't say things like that!" Bard protests while getting up and rubbing his head.

"We wouldn't have to if you used your brains for once!" Rina exclaims, beyond irritated. Her dress and body was dirty; she did not want to take another bath this morning.

Sebastian silently agreed with the girl for once.

"Cooking is an art! And art means explosions!" Bard ignores Rina's comment.

The woman and butler stand, feeling dumbfounded by the man in front of them. This idio-er...this chef. Hearing his cooking talk just once is enough. How about making 'food' for a change? The cook continues to argue in the background, but Sebastian ignores him. Doesn't he know that eighty percent of the things he makes is charcoal? His 'art' is all he thinks about. Please make something edible for a change if he doesn't...you can just turn to charcoal as well, Sebastian thinks.

He sighs heavily this time, getting tired of the servant's mishaps, "There's nothing for it. The ground meat and vegetables are both safe so let's use those."

Sebastian takes them out of the cooler and begins to prep the food swiftly.

"I'm going to go draw another bath." Rina mumbles and leaves the rest to the able butler.

Sebastian made the meal under five minutes. Bard stands behind him in awe at the results. "You should be fine for now. I'll leave the clean-up to you." Sebastian tells Bard while walking out of the room.

He walks back down the hallway as his irritation increases with every step. "Really now! I've barely made any progress on my work!" he thunders.

He slams the kitchen door open and walks back into his workspace, "Let's get this over with."

He grabs a bag of sugar and goes through the directions again. He needs to spread down the brown sugar on the upper board and place it in the oven at one hundred and thirty degrees. He was so concentrated on the matter, that he didn't hear Finnian sneak into the kitchen. He certainly found out when the said gardener hugs his body in a vice grip with a cry, the sugar spills a bit at the action.

"So, it's you this time." Sebastian comments, feeling exasperated.

Finnian was crying big fat crocodile tears along with many sniffles, "Mr. Sebastian!" he cries more.

Sebastian stands still with a blank face, wanting Finnian to get off of him. "You aren't a baby. I can't understand you if you just cry. What's wrong?" Sebastian asks, not amused one bit.

Finnian leads the wary butler outside, who doesn't want to know what happened. The gardener was sniffling still, afraid of Sebastian's reaction. Once they were outside, Sebastian stares at the backyard with a down cast look. Before the two was a dead landscape; all the trees were missing it's leaves. Wind howls in the air, dictating the actual look of no life.

"I thought you were going to trim the branches but..." Sebastian trails off, he was in a stupor of sorts. "And the lawn..." he mutters while assessing the damage.

Finnian begins to cry again and apologizes repeatedly, "I'm sorry! Because it happened a while ago, I forgot the herbicide sprinkler was broken!"

This...this...this idiot! Sebastian finally snaps under all the pressure of the events of today. Even though he's a gardener, he has a lot of bad habits. Sebastian is saying that 'you can use two idiots and scissors, but you can't let an idiot use scissors.'; he thinks. And anyway, 'a while back' might be two or three days back, but that kind of mistake could easily be serious memory loss. That kids brain makes him feel a deep emotion that goes beyond anger.

Sebastian sighs again for the millionth time and reaches inside his tailcoat, "If you've already gone this far, there's nothing else I can do. Go to the gardening store and buy some trees." he tells Finnian.

"What kind of trees should I buy?" he asks with a whimper.

"You're the gardener, so the gardens design is your job. Buy what you think is good."

The tears in Finnian's eyes disappear and a big sparkly smile flashes across his face. There were even sparkles floating around him with stars in his eyes, "Then...Then...I'll make a cool garden that looks like a transforming robot!" he exclaims, his voice full of excitement.

Sebastian stands in question, very unsure of the boy in front of him. He has lived for a long time, but this is his first time meeting a space alien. What kind of counterattack is that sparkly smiley face expecting from him? The butler asks himself.

Silence takes over, Sebastian finding himself in a daze of thoughts.

"Mr. Sebastian?" Finnian eventually calls out with a tilt of his head. That breaks the butler out of his revere. Finnian smile changes with a happy blush, "The young master will get mad so hurry up and give me the money please! Really now, spacing out is a no-no!" he scolds and demands with a laugh.

Sebastian hands over the money pouch with a word. The garden dances off into the distance with giggles of excitement. The butler continues to stand there, feeling very drained. A piece of hair detaches from his head, signifying his stress levels.

He can't handle it any longer. At times like these, he wants to see her...

Sebastian makes a mad dash to see this her. He wants to see her flexible body, flowing black hair. Strong-willed sparkling amber eyes. He must hurry to where she is waiting, he thinks while rushing through the halls of the manor. He takes a different door that leads to the side of the manor which is a lawn full of flowers and shrubs. A single black cat sat on the floor, as if it was waiting for Sebastian. She meows cutely and it seizes the butler's mind with its adorable calls.

He kneels onto the ground in front of her and gives her a treat, "Hey now, you don't have to hurry, there's still a lot more."

Cats are great, he thinks. They don't talk about useless things (or do them.) Nothing is cuter. They are something that does not exist in his world. They have pets over there as well, but...

The image of a grotesque animal that looks suspiciously like an alien from the movie Aliens. It doesn't care to a cat one bit, he thinks morosely. He picks the cat up with a blush and smile, squeezing its soft padded paw, "Aah, your paws are soft...I could do this forever." he mumbles in bliss, cuddling the cat closer to himself.

The cat meows in response as Sebastian sets it back down on the ground, "However I must be going now. Wait for me tomorrow." he tells the cat while getting up and returning inside the manor to resume his work; hoping to get it done without any more interruptions.

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"I was interrupted plenty of times, but I finally got it done." Sebastian sighs in relief while wiping his forehead as if he were sweating.

The sound of multiple rushing footsteps greets his ears and he turn to look at the door. The servants bumble in one after another appearing as if they were a mess. "Mr. Sebastian!" the trio cry out.

"Yes, what is it now?" he asks.

The servants freeze upon what they see inside the room. There was a giant chocolate statue on a table, the shape of a man riding a horse surrounded by London buildings. Many cakes extravagant cakes were surrounding it on smaller tables along with other treats. Sebastian was currently finishing up the Big Ben watch tower. The idiot trio stand in awe at such work that the butler accomplished.

"Amazing!" Finnian shouts with a childish smile.

"You we're going to leave all the work to us and do this, huh?" Bard asks and Sebastian stares impassively in response.

"Is this all made of sweets, is it?" Mey-Rin asks, gazing at the yummy deserts.

Sebastian remains blank faced about the whole ordeal, "The children have been invited to come over tomorrow. This is for them." he informs.

Bard seems unimpressed, "Something for kids took you a long time." he comments.

"That's our Mr. Sebastian! Way to go!" Mey-Rin and Finnian cheer. "But..." Finnian mumbles out lout while coming closer to the chocolate statue in confusion. "What exactly is this statue of?"

Sebastian walks up to him and stares up at it with him, "'What', you say. It's that rowdy character you like, the Count-"

The butler pauses in his sentence while staring at the missing head of said Count in shock. "The head of the Count I so meticulously molded is..." he frets, his hands twitching trying to think of a reason why it would be missing.

Suddenly, Sebastian swivels around to glare intensely at the servants and the trio jumps at such a stare.

"Hey now, we've all been doing our work up until now, you know?!" Bard defends, not wanting to be in the butler's path of wrath.

"T-That's right, it is! It's impossible for us to be the thieves, it is!" Mey-Rin justifies and Finnian nods along in agreement.

"Which means..." Sebastian mutters.

It was Mr. Tanaka! The trio and Sebastian conclude and take off in a dash to find the old man. Suddenly, Sebastian remembers the time, it was time for his young master's tea and stops his pace. "Ah! Oh no, it's time for afternoon tea." he voices out loud while checking his pocket watch. "I must go prepare, you search for Tanaka with all your strength." he orders the servants and they comply with a salute.

He rushes downstairs and starts to prepare the tea in a flash. Once it was done and ready, he puts it all onto a cart and walks quickly down the hallway while rolling it to his master's study. Only the useless servants cause him anxiety. If that doesn't change soon...he drifts off into his thoughts.

Though, his thoughts disappear once he is at the study's door. He knocks lightly, "Pardon the intrusion," he begins and opens the door slowly. What he did not expect was to find is the lost head. Next to the lost chocolate head was a sleeping Rina and Ciel. She was sleeping against the table and his master was sleeping in his chair.

Sebastian stares at the pair in a stupor, not expecting this progress of events. "Really now, these two..." he whispers underneath his breath, bending forward in exhaustion once more.

The window was open behind them and he paces on over, closing it. "They even left the window open. Just because I am here, don't leave yourself defenseless." he sighs out tiredly.

Servants that can't do anything. A selfish master and his confusing sister. Being a butler was not easy. But he doesn't think this is a bad way of life, he thinks with an impish smile. He gazes down at the two sleeping humans before him with some amusement.

"Young master, my lady, wake up!" he shouts in a scolding way and grabs both of their cheeks, pulling at them. "You mustn't sneak snacks; I've told you that much!"

The brother and sister were in a chocolate coma and all they could do was glare back at Sebastian in retaliation.