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Original post date: 7/27/2018

Grammar editing: 9/27/2018

Editing:11/14/2018

Editing 07/22/2019

Editing: 04/25/2020

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Chapter 4

After Sebastian helped me pack my things followed by a rather lengthy lecture about the proper attire a lady should be wearing in this day and age. Sebastian can be extremely long-winded when it comes to the appropriate way to do anything. I was happy to see the carriage pull up to retrieve us as it made him stop talking long enough to pretend to breathe seemingly.

The carriage ride was quiet, the kind of quite that would have you think there was something in the shadows if you were alone. Though I suppose, technically, I was alone with something that belonged in the shadows. The senary was as I remembered from the manga. Though I couldn't help but feel like I was walking a death march the whole way there, this story is a tragic one. Nothing good can ever come with playing this story out.

The carriage brought Sebastian and me to the back of Phantomhive manor. Exiting the carriage, I waited for Sebastian to retrieve my things, I wondered what the real Sebastian was like as I watched him. Right now, he is under contract and molds himself to best suit the master. From what I preserved from the graphic novel was that while Sebastian had his aesthetic to keep, The demon also managed to maneuver his contract around the board like a game piece to make the soul go through this or that to spice it like seasoning. He even took on a look that resembled the father of his current contract. Was that to make Ciel more comfortable? At this point is all conjecture.

Pulling my eyes away from Sebastian, I looked up at the manor. It was as I remembered from the manga. Seeing it in full color in front of me was something else. It was, indeed, a beautiful place. The horrific things that happen, that had happened, and will happen here are things I can't let myself think about. If I did, I don't think I would be able to enter such a place. Even as unfeeling as I can be, it doesn't mean I don't feel at all. Even the horrors of this place can get to me.

Sebastian walked by me as he carried my trunk inside. He gave no instruction, but then again, he probably knew I would just follow regardless. The back door went straight into the kitchen. I couldn't remember if that was in the manga or not, which I was confident that if I couldn't quite recall, then it probably wasn't shown as I have an excellent memory.

As we walked, I thought that maybe Sebastian would take me straight to Ciel, but that doesn't seem to be the plan. When I walked through the door to what I recognized as Sebastian's room, there were two steps down into the room, a dresser to my left, and next to it is what seemed to be a wardrobe. He had a plain-looking picture on his wall to the right of the door along with a washbowl. Centered on the back wall was his bed a desk right next to it, allowing enough space for him to get into bed on that side if need be. On the opposite side of the wardrobe, was a door that had been left open to what looked like an in-suit bathroom. There was even a fireplace on that side of the room. It was pretty much how it was portrayed in the story with the omission of that bathroom.

"Quite observant, aren't we?" Sebastian quipped as he set my trunk down.

"Wouldn't you be if the only time you had ever seen this place was through a book?" I wanted to look around so bad and snoop. Did he have cats in that wardrobe like in the story?

"Does it live up to your expectations?" Sebastian turned to face me fully that damn smile on his face. It didn't reach his eyes at all.

"More like I'm surprised to see a bathroom in here, it wasn't shown to be there in the book. Plus, from what I remember in history, wouldn't such a thing be a relatively new invention? I mean I know that by the mid-1800s-"

"While you are well informed on your history, Young lady. You seem to be a bit outdated on the manor." Sebastian looked like a proud butler at that moment when he cut me off. He did enjoy keeping to his acting. "You see, as humans have improved and come up with new inventions I have updated the Phantomhive Manor, I, of course, updated my own room."

"of course, you would," I said in a monotone voice as I stared at him. Sebastian smirked at me again before making his way back out of the room,

"I'll be back for you, be a good girl now and stay here."

I rolled my eyes as I heard the door shut. I guess I have nothing better to do at the moment. I Should get all my thoughts in order as any form of conversation with Ciel would be a minefield. Crawling to the center of Sebastian's bed, I sat cross-legged, closing my eyes and taking a few deep breaths. I meditated or attempted to, but my mind kept wandering to Sebastian. He acted so out of character. I expected somethings to be different. But he just allowed me to ramble, then helped me pack. It all went way to easy. Trying to refocus, I took a few more deep breaths, but all I got was lung fulls of Sebastian. This happened from time to time. My sense of smell would just at random times be extremely good. The first time it happened, I was helping Undertaker with a not so fresh body, don't even get my freaking started with the pain that hit my head and nose from that smell.

Giving up on meditating, I laid back in his bed. His sent was making my heart pound. The only other person to do that was Undertaker-

"The young master will see you now." I jumped at Sebastian's voice. When the hell did he get here? Sliding to the edge of the bed, I looked him over before standing.

"Anything I should keep to myself?" Sebastian smiled at me and led me out the door.

"Already so well behaved." Sebastian led me through the house; it was far to quiet. I wonder where the other three servants are? I didn't take the time to look around at this time. I was more concerned with Sebastian's motives. Glaring at him, I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Sebastian, we both know who plays the game Master around here. Just because you won't or can't lie doesn't mean you can't talk around the truth."

"indeed young miss," Sebastian stopped in front of a large double door and knocked.

"Come in" was heard from the inside. Sebastian opened the door for me, ever playing the gentleman as he guided me to a chair in front of Ciel's desk. I sat down, crossing my legs in a way that had one knee over the other instead of at the ankles. Why? Because we're in eighteen eighty-eight England and men are stupid no matter their age. Plus, doing something 'unladylike' would irritate Sebastian.

"Sebastian tells me you're an information broker for the underworld as well as a good fighter." Ciel, though speaking to me, didn't bother looking up from his papers. I stole a side glance at the demon before answering.

"That's correct." Ciel should know that he was there during the whole fight with a reaper thing. Was he hit in the head?

"I wanted to eliminate you after your stunt with the ripper. However, Sebastian thinks you'll make a good addition to my household."

Wait, Sebastian's the one that wanted me here? I guess that makes sense he has gone easy on me since our first meeting at Undertakers but why the hell-

"Seeing as you already know about Sebastian, I suppose I could give this one cha-" I interrupted Ciel before he could finish his statement. I honestly couldn't give a rats ass about him and what he thought.

"Keep your friends close but your enemies closer. and right in your demons line of sight." Ciel looked up at me, putting his pen down. An annoyed look passed his face for all of a second as he noticed my sitting position as well as my clothes of choice-making not just me but his demon smirk as well.

"After all 'Ciel' you never know what I could possibly after my performance with your demon and the Reaper," I smirked at Ciel in a way that could rival Sebastian when he was after someone. Evil. The small shutter I saw go through Ciel was satisfying.

"You will start tomorrow as Sebastian's assistant. Make sure you are properly dressed." Ciel glared and dismissed us with a wave of his hand. I bowed and mocked him a bit.

"Yes, my lord," I even through in a fake British accent. Once we were out of the there and on our way back to Sebastian room, the ever stoic butler spoke.

"I must say you're most amusing."

"You brought me here just to mess with him, didn't you?" Sebastian stopped, turning to look at me with that smile of his.

"Me? Madam, you give me to much credit." We resumed walking as I narrowed my eyes at him. Yeah, right, at least now I know why it was so easy.

"I have picked out a few clothes for you to wear while you're here." I sighed and let my shoulders drop. Sebastian just chuckled at me. "As for a roo-"

"Can't I just stay in your room?" I rushed the words out; I couldn't help myself. His sent was pleasing to me, and I didn't feel like giving up easy access to it. Not like I wanted to have to get super close to his person and risk death. He's not like Undertaker were I could just stick my nose close to him.

"..."

"what? Not like you sleep. Plus, it will be easier for me." That's a good cover, I think? What am I even doing? This is what being an addict must feel like.

"Easier?"

"Yeah. I feel like my scythe, and other things will be safer in your room." Sebastian stared at me with that blank face of his.

"It is most inappropriate for a lady to stay in a room with a man that isn't her husband." I pat Sebastian's shoulder good-naturedly.

"Then looks like I just got a husband." Sebastian stopped walked abruptly, looking like he was about to snap any moment. "come on, dear," I said teasingly. Sebastian sighed and began walking again towards his room. Once back in Sebastian's room, I plopped on the bed.

"So, what will I be wearing tomorrow?"

"If you insist on being in here, then I expect you to keep it clean" Sebastian pulled out his desk chair and sat down.

"Of course. My real Lord," I mockingly bowed at the waist while on the bed with my hand over my heart. Sebastian seemed somewhat amused with me but ignored my mocking.

"In the trunk at the foot of the bed is your uniforms, three to be exact. Two, nightgowns and a formal dress.." I looked over to the foot of the bed, and sure enough, there was a trunk there. When did he? "I think you will find your attire most amusing. Now there are bandages in the attached washroom. You may bathe and sleep."

Looking back at him confused, I tilted my head. "Bandages?"

"For your chest wound," he looked at me like I was stupid.

"Oh yeah... it did open back up during everything with Grell..." I got up and went to the washroom. I didn't even bother closing the door behind me.

"Yes, well, I'll be off then. I'll be back to check on you."

"All right," I shouted from the washroom. I heard the door open and close. "Guess I should take a bath." Should I mention to him that my wound is basically healed? Probably not. Undertaker already treated my injury after the whole ordeal. I had dropped off the 'to die' book to him, followed by an annoying bath.

It didn't take me long to get my bath ready and undress. Honestly, though I'd kill for a modern-day shower with all the different shower head options, A bath was nice to though when you could have all the various bath oils of this time. Baths in this time frame of London were rather lovely, I mean who doesn't love an old school victorian tub that you can sink into. Washing my hair first, I worked at detangling all of it, followed by pining it up after with some decorative hair sticks I found neatly placed next to the tub were the glass bottles of oils and things were. They were cute, silver with ravens hanging off the ends. Cleansing my body went much faster, but I was careful with my wound. It may have been pretty much healed at this point even after being reopened, but that didn't mean it wasn't tender still.

With that done, I drained and rinsed out the tub refilling it with clean water, relaxing back into the tub. I never could understand how people lounge around in their own filth. You really should refill the tub after you wash so your not soaking in dirty water, but I digress. Shifting my train of thought back to the current story I found myself in, based on the show, what would happen next? I believe next is the hellhound.

"Let's see the timeline in the book is... eighteen eighty-eight, Ciel receives drug shipment from Chlaus, Lizzy throws a dance party and breaks his ring... later Vanel takes Ciel demanding the drugs and Sebastian rescues him he also murders Vanel." Deep in thought, I crossed my arms over the edge of the tub, resting my cheek against them. My eyes closed.

"August ... Ciel is sent by Queen Victoria to go after Jack the Ripper, where they have Chambers arrested. Followed by the death of Annie." Huffing I rack my brain for the rest

"November, Kelly and Madam Red are Murdered by Grell... So the next important thing to happen should be Ciel's Birthday followed by meeting the idiot..." I growled at the two timelines in my head.

"But the show mixed all the events up and had Pluto as the next thing..." I groaned, thinking about the show further. "Plus, there are things that happen in the show that never happened in the original story." I mused over it a moment more before I was interrupted.

"You have quite the memory." Startled, I managed to hit my head on the edge of the tub.

"The hell, Sebastian!" I rubbed my forehead and sat back in the tub. "Where in the hell did you come from?"

"What an amusing question," I looked his way and saw him standing in the doorway, trying to hide a laugh behind his fist. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Thought you would be gone much longer."

"Its night, young miss. Have you been in that tub the whole time talking to yourself?"

"Huh," I then realized the water was cold, and I was all pruney. "Oh, well guess I have..."

"Honestly..." Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose. I stood up, getting out of the tub, pulling the decorative hair sticks out of my hair so I could ring it out over the tub.

"A lady should cover herself," Sebastian moved close to me, picking up my towel, wrapping it around my body.

"What for? Not like you haven't seen a naked woman." I looked up at him

"Be that as it may... it would seem ill need to teach you the proper behavior." Sebastian walked out of the washroom, and by the sounds of it was going through the trunk. Quickly towel drying my hair, I walked up behind him.

"So what would you like me to wear to bed then? I normally go to bed in nothing." Sebastian turned to face me. His eyes didn't seem to wonder at all as he handed me a nightgown from the trunk. It was an all-black, floor-length, with a high neck and long sleeves nightgown that had me cringing. He seemed to be studying me carefully now that I had the nightgown in my hands, examining it closer.

"Your tattoos are quite interesting, indeed."

"Mmm," I dropped my towel and slipped on the nightgown. "I suppose my tattoos are." pulling my hair out of the nightgown so I could straighten it out, I looked up at Sebastian a moment. His eyes held a hint of red to them.

"They make a bit more sense now. Though why you would cover one's self in things from a story, I'll never fathom."

"Lots of people have this and more on their bodies." I moved so that I could see in the trunk. "Now, about this uniform?"

"Ah, yes." Sebastian pulled out a black corset that would barely cover my chest, setting it on the bed.

"Oh yay... a corset..." I said in mock excitement, glaring at it like that alone could make it disappear. He also pulled out black thigh high stocking and a garter belt with a sheer slip.

He even has a petticoat in there.

I cringed when I saw it. What Sebastian pulled out next surprised me. It was a grayish, pale black floor-length dress that buttoned in the back. With white lace coming out of its high neck. Long sleeves. The vest piece went from the underbust to about mid-thigh and had a slit in the front with two buttons directly under the bust.

Guess I'll be walking around in witch hunter robin cosplay.

"Trying to make me a nun?" I said flatly.

"While that would be most amusing, no." Sebastian handed me black gloves. Taking them, I sighed. I seem to be doing that a lot lately.

"Now for your hair. I expect it to be put up and out of your face." I saluted him, annoyed at the uniform.

"What's left for you to do for the day?"

"This and that. Now off to bed." I wanted to argue but decided to follow what he said for now.

"Fine," I shrugged and got into his bed.

"Good girl." I heard him leave and resisted the urge to talk back. Might as well get some sleep for now even though I don't need it at this point- Wait a minute. He saw my wound. And all my tattoos. He also heard me rattling off about the timeline- Why didn't he say anything more? Now that I think about it, Sebastian hasn't once said my name.