Chapter 19

Luciana opened the window of yet another room, breathing in the fresh and frosty winter air with a smile. The heavy curtains fluttered in the soft winter breeze. It really wasn't all that chilly. The whole house was heated, so she didn't need to worry about suddenly getting a cold or maybe even pneumonia and die from illness. She chuckled. Now, that would be seriously tragic. 'Besides it's actually quite refreshing.' Luce had always enjoyed winter, especially when there was lots of snow- and if it was a cloudless and sunny day like today, then it was all the better. She hummed while cleaning.

Her thoughts drifted to the master-butler-duo. She wondered how they were doing after the kid had almost been dragged off by Soma. Luciana giggled, twirling the cleaning rag in her hand. To think that even the prince could pick Ciel up like a feather was beyond amusing. 'Is he really that light?' She would have to give it a try some time. Shaking her head with an amused grin, the maid set about dusting off the shelves. Now if only Sebastian hadn't interfered with his ever so charming smile, Soma would have totally succeeded in carrying the kid through town. But no, "...the young master has a full schedule." She imitated with a mocking edge. Somehow she doubted the prince would simply back off. If it were her, Luce would have just gone exploring herself- but Soma seemed a little clingy. 'Or he just doesn't understand no...' It wouldn't be all that surprising; being royalty, he'd probably never had anyone tell him that.

BANG!

Luce jumped at the sound of doors slamming.

"They threw us out!" She could hear Soma's muffled whining and laughed, quickly finishing up the rest of her cleaning and closing the windows. Now all that is left was the monthly inventory check, since apparently it had been neglected for quite a while now. Why Sebastian wanted her to do it was still a mystery. 'I mean who the hell lets a thief do inventory?' She furrowed her brows. Did he want things to suddenly go missing? Although the demon would probably notice, '...so maybe it wasn't that dumb of him.' The little thief huffed. Still, she could use some company. The girl quickly made up her mind, walking through the house in search of Mey-Rin, aka. her gossip-buddy. She was dying to find out if Mey-Rin had finally made some progress with her love interest.

"You- maid undress!" Luciana stopped at the muffled voice and she turned to the door on her left, entering with a chuckle. 'Jackpot!' The room was set up as a makeshift art room. A stereotypical fruit bowl sat on a rounded table, but the attention of the room set on the Indian prince who stood pointing a finger at Mey-Rin. The burgundy-haired maid squirmed with indignity and shock as Lau offered to help her with the task.

"And then say: 'Draw me like one of your French girls.'" Luce giggled nonchalantly. All eyes turned to her and Mey-Rin quickly ran to hide behind the black haired girl.

"Maid number 2!" Soma screamed with joy, "You undress as well." 'Number 2?' Luce raised an incredulous eyebrow whilst the prince's eyes scanned her up and down then settling on her bust. "On second thought you don't have to." She gaped at him. 'Did he just snub my- '

Her disbelieve quickly turning into anger. She sent him an ice cold glare and she growled. "Bastado..." Ciel and Sebastian looked at her tone in shock. They had never heard her that mad. "¡Mantiene tus estúpidas opiniones a tú mierda mismo! ¡Besa mi culo, puto!" She grabbed onto Mey-Rin dragging her out of the room and leaving a perplexed group of men behind. And to think she'd actually liked that guy. Luce scowled. (Translation: Bastard…Keep your stupid opinions to your shit self! Kiss my ass, you slut!)

"What did she say?" The kid earl turned to his butler who looked equally shocked.

"I would rather not translate, my lord."

After the art lesson Ciel left to deal with business matters. He sampled out the new products for the Funtom Company, looked over the current income and problems, when Soma decided to barge in with ridiculous suggestions on new products and business plans. The prince was shot down instantly and thrown out of the room for a third time that day. As a result, the young earl secluded himself in his study; he would rather be doing paperwork than spending another minute with their guests. They were seriously starting to get on his nerve, so he had decided to eat while working. "Sebastian, I'll be having my lunch here."

"Yes, my lord." The butler bowed with a hand over his heart, leaving the room for food preparations.

Sebastian entered the second kitchen thinking he might find the little time traveler there. Luce hadn't come back after her outburst- not that he believed she would. So, the butler expected her to be there, as usual- only, he hadn't thought to see her like that. The girl quietly sat quietly on the kitchen counter, with her back to the door and the window reflecting her expression. A frown marred her face as her hands continuously squeezed her bust. "What are you doing?" He raised a perplexed eyebrow, walking to stand beside her.

She peered up to him with a pout and big simmering eyes, almost looking like a dejected kitten. "They're not that small right?"

"What?" He blinked confused.

She massaged her breasts taking a quick peek, before turning her gaze back to Sebastian. "I mean isn't it better to have an average size that perfectly fits into the hand?" She cocked her head curiously, the frown still in place. Soma's snub really bothered her.

"You are not discussing this with me."

"What, even a demon is too proper for this subject?" Luce rolled her eyes, hands falling to the sides. "What is happening to the world…"

"Luce- "

"Puh-lease, don't act all innocent. I'm sure you have plenty of experience." She smirked slyly making the man chuckle.

"It's a matter of preference I suppose." The frown returned to her face. It was clearly not the answer she wanted to hear. "…They're fine." He rolled his eyes.

The next minute Sebastian spent watching her debate the answer. Evidently she was not very convinced. He let out an exasperated sigh. With all the trouble their guests caused, added to the usual problems, he didn't need her of all people to throw a fit. And what was it that led to this? Oh yes, that so called prince- His thoughts were interrupted by Luciana lifting his hand to her bust. "So?"

He stared at her wide eyed. "You have no dignity what so ever."

The girl rolled her eyes at his deadpan stare. "I'm just very liberal…Well, are you just going to let it sit there? Or- " He massaged the body part, tilting his head to the side. It wasn't bad, quite the contrary actually. It perfectly fit into his hand. He nodded with satisfaction and noticed with amusement that she was now sprouting a light blush on her cheeks and her eyes were sternly focused on not meeting his gaze. Sebastian smirked wickedly. He then lifted his other hand, cupping the other side as well. "Wha- hey!" She blushed harder, trying to swat away his hands.

"Hm? Something wrong?" He gave her a close eyed smile.

"Mister Sebastian!" Mey-Rin ran into the kitchen, crying. "I-I-I'm s-s-so sor-" she stopped mid-excuse, her tears drying instantly and blood coming out of her nose. "Wha! I'm sorry!" The pair watched her run out squealing, leaving a trail of blood droplets.

"She totally misunderstood." Luciana's face drained of colour; already expecting a very awkward conversation with her gossip-buddy.

"Now I'll have to clean the blood..." Sebastian sighed.

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I finally finished Christmas shopping—well one present is still missing but I'll get it tomorrow, so I'm basically finished.

Why can Luce speak Spanish? She was more language orientated in school.