A/N:Kayla- OMG! Yes Bitch! This is a new chapter! I KNOW I KNOW and I'm SAAAAAAAWWWWWWEEEEE! .
Janiyah- My bad y'all but i'm back tho. The ending was hard to write like i couldn't put it on paper. lol
Kayla-You guys and girls I went through horrible writer's block and I've never experienced writer's block before and that shit had everything that I was trying to write at a standstill. I feel so bad!
Janiyah/ Kayla-Here you go Y'all. I hope you enjoy! :D
The morning sun had risen and I woke myself up to start preparations for the day. I looked over to see the young master sound asleep. He wasn't lying on top of me anymore but curled nearly into a fetal position next to me. I sat up in the bed and unconsciously began to run my fingers gently through his soft hair. A few moments passed by and he began to groan and wake up.
He straightened himself out and turned his head towards me and gave me and confused look but I just smiled down at him, "Good morning my lord."
He yawned and placed his hand on his face and complained, "My head is killing me…"
"I'll fix something up for you to take to soothe your migraine."
He groaned some more, "Sebastian…"
"Yes my lord?"
He looked at me through his fingers and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion once again. "Why are you in my bed?" He swatted my hand away.
"You requested me to stay here with you last night. I presume that you don't remember." I began dressing with the few articles of clothing I had taken off. "You can stay in bed and continue resting. You still have two hours left to slumber."
"Good." He sighed contently, "That's the most beautiful words that have ever fallen from your lips."
I chuckled, "I thought the most beautiful words that fall from my lips are 'yes, please, more my lord', and other things of that nature. But I assume not?" I straightened out my clothes, looking at them in the mirror. Then turned back to the half-asleep young man on the bed.
"Those are beautiful too." He yawned as he hugged his pillow harder.
"I'll return when it's time for you to wake up. Until then sleep well, my lord." With that, I walked out of his room to go out and grab the morning newspaper. I went to the barn house to fetch a horse.
After preparing the horse I rode all the way to the newsstand. "Hello, Sebastian." The middle-aged man with a straw hat on and cotton overalls smiled at me. I gave him a few coins and he handed me the paper.
"Good morning good sir." I looked at the paper and my eyes went wide. "Oh, how troublesome… The young master won't be pleased to see this." I sighed.
I folded the newspaper and tucked it under my arm.
Turning to walk away from the newspaper stand I waved my hand to the old man and said, "Good day sir."
"You to Michaelis!" He cheered.
I went back to the manor to prepare breakfast and give everyone their tasks for the day. Also iron the young master's clothes, and the newspaper.
After having done everything that I needed to accomplish for the moment it was now time to wake the young master. I could hear that he was still sound asleep through the door, he was snoring so loudly. I walked into the room slightly vexed by the noise. I walked up to the curtains and yanked them back then tied them in place. Usually, he'll wake up just by the morning light hitting his face alone but this time it did nothing. He wasn't disturbed one bit.
"Young master," I called.
He continued snoring into his pillow. I walked up to his bed and sat down on it. I ruffled his locks gently and he groaned after a few moments.
"Master… It's time to wake up."
"Just a little longer please," I whined slightly, revealing how much pain he was in.
"No my lord there's work to be done." I continued running my fingers through his hair.
"My head is killing me..." he groaned loudly.
I retracted my fingers from his hair. He sat up in the bed cautiously as he held his head. He didn't moan and groan but his eyes were sewed shut as his face grimaced more and more the entire way up. I got up from the bed to pour a cup of tea.
"Here you are master," I spoke holding out the cup. He forced open his eyes and timidly reached out for the cup. He slowly pulled it to himself and sniffed it. Instead of guessing what he may be having he just hummed questionably and took a sip of it.
"It's not very sweet." He frowned. "What is it?" He looked up at me with a look of disgust.
"Its an herbal mix of Butterbur and Peppermint. It should soothe your headache and any possible nausea. No, it's not as tasty as usual but it'll have to do for now. Consider this next time you decide to drown your frustrations in alcohol." I smirked and turned around to see the young master and awaited his remark but he was just staring into space.
"Master?"
"I need a bucket." He gagged on his words. I went right to his washroom and grabbed a bucket. I came back and grabbed his tea and held the bucket under his chin. "I got it." He heaved a bit as he took the bucket from me to hold it in his lap.
"Here's the morning paper sir." I handed him the newspaper that was tucked under my arm. I knew this paper would ruin his day but send us on a nice adventure. He unfolded the newspaper and began to read. His face remained expressionless. Aside from that, I could feel his aura become hot… seething even.
He delicately folded the newspaper back and then handed it to me. I placed it on the trolley then turned with a mischievous smirk painted on my lips. "What will we be doing my lord?"
He looked up at me with that fire in his eyes that adore seeing as his soul sets ablaze and is added yet another high-grade spice. "We're going to pay Mr. Crawley a visit."
...
Before leaving the manor, the young earl went into his fiance's bedchambers to kiss her goodbye. Of course after all that obnoxious squealing of excitement. She assumed that he was visiting for something more carnal or just to spend time with her, or maybe an apology for the night before. She wanted anything more than him waking her up just to say goodbye. Lady Elizabeth was going to be gone by the time we return from running our "errand". So as a gentleman should do he did apologize for his absence and that he won't be able to see her off as she goes back home. The young master wished her a safe trip back home and walked away. Then once he stepped out of his betrothed bedchambers he nodded at me and we were on our way.
...
Bang! Crack! Flop!
The large wooden door flew off its hinges after I struck it with a powerful kick. looked up from his thousands of papers and in shock than fear.
His office in the Phantom Company was not necessarily a private one. It had two short corridors with staircases on both sides of the room that lead downstairs to the main production area where they made all the candy and toys. There was only a door to the office that leads from the main entrance of the building. Mr. Crawley tried to escape his unfortunate fate down one of the staircases. But I caught him and with a smile on my face I gathered his shirt and tie in my fist and carried him to his desk making sure to clear it of all its papers before slamming him on top of it. He struggled and squirmed as his chest heaved and his eyes erotically moving between the young master and myself.
"It doesn't seem like it took longer for you to deceive me, Mr. Crawley." The young earl said intimidatingly.
"I don't know what you're talking about my lord!" The Frenchman waved his hands and squirmed. His heart beat a thousand times per minute.
"That's a bunch of rubbish, you know precisely what I'm talking about."
"I-I don't have any idea of what you're implying. I-I haven't deceived you!" Mr. Crawley said frantically trying to squirm out of my grasp.
"You attempting to run away when you saw us proves your guilt," Ciel said with a calmer and even tone of voice. "Sebastian. Hold him up."
"Yes my lord," I said with glee as I picked him up from his desk and held him against myself in a headlock. I looked towards the young master to see him taking off his coat, top hat, rings, and gloves. His walking stick was already perched up on the desk. He laid his articles of clothing carefully on a chair that was sat in front of the desk. He turned towards us and cracked his knuckles and Mr. Crawley began to plead and claw at my forearm and hand in the attempt to break free.
"You can already presume that I am not in a mood to have any patience. So you're going to tell me…" he began walking towards Mr. Crawley balling up his fist. "Who. Is. Selling. Drugs. Through my company?" With every word, the crashing of his fist went into the struggling Frenchman's ribs. Mr. Crawley was now heaving and coughing bristly. I could feel his heart pulsating like it was about to explode.
"I-I can't t-tell you. I-I don't know what you're talking about." He cried in between breaths.
"Really?" With that, he struck his face and I smiled in admiration mixed with pride.
"I see your fighting lessons are really paying off my lord. Perfect form." I complimented him with a slightly amused tone.
"He'll end up as my punching bag if he doesn't tell me what I want to know." Ciel turned his gaze to the faltering man with a scowl. "Who did you allow to distribute drugs in my company?"
"I was told by no one to do such a thing." He whimpered.
"So you acted alone?" Another strike to Mr. Crawley's rib cage causing him to scream in pain and coil. He wheezed and coughed as tears fell down his face and snot ran out his nose. He raised his legs to block his abdomen from the intense body shots.
"Did you really think that I wouldn't find out? Did you forget who I am? I'm the Queen's Guard Dog, a Nobleman, the fucking owner of this company!" After the young master struck his face again. This time causing blood to spew out of his mouth.
"I guess pain won't get him to talk my lord. Maybe you should try another method." I tossed the man to the floor and watched him as he curled up into the fetal position. He cringed and cried in pain begging for mercy.
Ciel sighed sarcastically like he was tired and reached for his gun in the brown, leather holster strapped to him on his side. He cocked back the hammer, stepping up to him and kicked him over so he'll be lying on his back. The young master stepped on his chest to keep him in place. He then pointed the gun at the Frenchman's head. Mr. Crawley then looked up towards Ciel and realized that he was about to take his life, or so he thought.
"Through your actions, you have damaged my pride. Now you must atone with your death-."
"No! Wait, please stop!" He begged while attempting to block the gun with his hands. He was shaking in terror and… I think he just defecated himself.
"Oh, so now you are ready to tell me what I need to know?" Ciel lowered the gun a bit.
"I-I can guide you to him-."
The young master straightened his arm out again with even more anger flowing through him like the blood through his veins. "I don't need guidance, I need answers!"
I sat on the edge of the desk becoming a little less entertained and impatient with the situation. I crossed my legs and gathered my hands in my lap.
"Young master you're hesitating." I said in a 'tisk-tisk' tone.
Ciel looked up at me in shock and realization. Oh, but of course his pride won't let him admit it. "I'm not hesitating, I need my answers and we can start this investigation and end it all at once. I can kill him when I have what I need to know." Ciel dug his heel into his chest and the man wailed while gripping his ankle. "Don't wrinkle my pants leg," Ciel said plainly with the swift kick of his leg to Mr. Crawley's jaw. "I want to look presentable when I leave from here."
"Master… We don't need him if we must be perfectly honest. We always catch our prey with or without interrogation. You know just like I know we're just giving him an option to live." I got up from the desk and walked over to him while pulling out a knife from the breast pocket of my tailcoat. But before I could do anything the Frenchman plead, "No! Please! I'll tell you everything! Just please don't kill me! I have a family…" The young master and I looked up at each other and back down at Mr. Crawley's shaking form.
"Then speak and you'll see your family," Ciel said in a more mellow voice.
"Jenner…" Mr. Crawley said breathlessly out of relief, fear and tiredness. I kneeled down to Mr. Crawley, gripping his hair to pull his head up to have clear access to his neck. I pressed the knife to where his jugular vein is located.
"Jenner who?" Young master said impatiently.
"Jenner Rikard… h-he threatened to kill everyone - my family that is." Mr. Crawley's voice cracked.
Ciel kneeled down to Mr. Crawley's ear and whisper-yelled, "Where is he?"
"In France…" Young master sighed tiredly and shook his head. I let go of his hair and stood to my feet. The young master stood up on his feet as well and grabbed Mr. Crawley by his clothing. He hoists the weak Frenchman to his feet. The young earl patted the man on his back and said in a friendly manner, "You're fine my friend a good night's sleep will do you well." Young master chortled and said, "We'll all need a good night's sleep because we'll start our commute to France in the morning." The young lord then turned to me." Sebastian, assist Mr. Crawley to the carriage. He's our guest now, so like every guest we'll treat him as such. With every Phantomhive hospitality."
He smiled at Mr. Crawley and me. That smile was far from welcoming.
…
"So how exactly did you and Rikard manage to get the drugs in and out my company without me noticing?" Ciel raised an eyebrow at the decrypted man sitting across from the young master and myself.
"I let you order a certain amount of supplies for the goods. Then Rikard funded to double the number of supplies. So when your products sold I could report to you an accurate number of the profits you were expecting to receive from the sales. Jenner sent over his own personal workers after production time was over at the factory to make the goods with the drugs in it. After your workers left of course." Crawley heaved out his words as he cradled his abdomen. His face twisted in agony but he continued, "The sales were done by his personal workers and not at your venues of business. Every toy and every piece of candy that had the true 'good' in it was distributed quietly in the night."
"Who exactly were his customers?"
"I don't know that information, he kept all those records for himself. I never touched those papers."
The young master hummed and the carriage grew silent. He rested his elbow on the window seat and placed his head in his palm.
"Sebastian." The young master said rather stale.
"Yes my lord?" I turn my head to him.
"Go back to the warehouse and retrieve the documents that were on Mr. Crawley's desk. There should be something that we can discover for who is behind this. Any letters, receipts, contacts, anything, find it and so we can wrap this up as soon as possible." He ordered.
"Yes my lord." I placed my hand over my heart.
…
We arrived at the manor I helped the young master out of the carriage then followed behind him to the doors of the manor when the young master and I was at the landing of the steps and at the door we both looked back to see Mr. Crawley staggering towards us. He looked like he might faint at the sight of all the stairs alone. He leaned against the railing panting while holding his abdomen.
"Help him." The young master scoffed irritability.
"Yes, sir," I say as I make my way back down the stairs to the broken-down man. He immediately threw an arm over my shoulders and so I did the same a bit amused. I held his arm in place her began walking up the stairs. Once we were at the top I let go of Mr. Crawley. I then proceeded to open the door for them both.
As usual, the servants greeted the young master as he walked through the door. The young lord then took off his coat and handed it to me along with his walking stick and top hat. After that, he proceeded upstairs.
"I'll eat dinner in my office, Sebastian."
"Yes my lord." I slightly bowed. I then turn to Mr. Crawley and gesture my hand towards him, "Mr. Crawley will be staying with us for the night." I turn to Mey-Rin and say, "Mey-Rin prepare a room for our guest will you."
"Yes, sir." She saluted me and ran off for only a short distance before she fell on a loose shoestring. She groaned and picked herself up slowly, "I'm okay…" she breathes out then continued to go upstairs.
I sighed a bit irritably at her then I turned to Bard and Finny and said, "Bard, start preparations for dinner. Finny, fetch some wood for Mr. Crawley's fireplace."
"Yes, sir." The two said in unison as the walked away to do as they were told.
I turned to Mr. Crawley and motioned toward the stairs with my hand, "This way please." He limped ahead of me as we headed to the commons area of the house periodically looking back at me. I could tell he was scared thinking that maybe I just do something to him while he struggled to walk in front of me. As we walked into the commons area of the house I gestured to the nearest chair.
"You can wait here until dinner is ready."
"Thank you…" He said quietly questioning to even say anything.
"No need to thank me. If you feel need to thank anyone it should be the young master. By his grace, you're here and alive." I snapped raising an eyebrow then I turned to walk away.
"Sebastian." The Frenchman called.
I turned my head a bit to acknowledge him but didn't face him so he continued, "C-can you tell him that I'm deeply sorry. For all of this." He seemed very genuine but I know he's just trying to survive. I turned around facing him fully and smirked at the poor man.
"We recognize that you were just a pawn in this charade. But humans will do anything to protect themselves and the ones they love. You betrayed the young master doing so was very noble of you but foolish all the same. You are his enemy." I turned back around and headed to the young master's bed chambers to stow his outside clothes.
I went downstairs and to the kitchen to give Bard an order, "Bard." He looked up with the cigarette hanging from in between his lips and stopped cutting up vegetables, "I have an errand to run for the young master. If I'm not back by five o'clock I want you to start dinner."
"Alright!" The American got up from the stool happily and grabbed the wretched contraption. "I can use my new flame thrower. Dinner will be done in sec- aw…" He pouted as I swiftly confiscated the damned thing from him as the thought of the manor burning down crossed my mind.
"There will be none of that. Just do it the right way for once." I scolded.
"Okay, okay Sebastian. I hear ya." The chef sighed as he took a drag of his cigarette before continuing to cut the veggies. I went to walk out but then Bard stopped me, "Sebastian."
"What is it, Bard?"
"What to do about our guest, we ain't got enough ingredients for any extras." He scratched his head.
I chortle, "Oh don't worry about Mr. Crawley, his dinner is already done." I offer a smile then walk away again before Bardroy could ask any more questions.
I prepared a horse for myself and I returned to the factory to retrieve the papers the young master had requested that I bring back.
Honestly, I truly wish he had thought of this before we left. This takes away from my duties at the manor I have to tend to. But I guess it can't be helped.
I made it to the factory and walked in same as before minus the breaking down of doors. I walked into Mr. Crawley's office to find a group of men rummaging through the papers. One of the men looked up and saw me standing in the doorway.
"Who's this buffoon!" He shouts.
"What's your business here?" Another man with a rather raspy voice says as everyone pulls out their guns and aims them at me.
"Oh my apologies, how rude of me to not introduce myself. My name is Sebastian Michaelis, head butler of the house of Phantomhive." I greeted them politely with hand over my heart and bowed slightly. My face then straightened and I slid my hand into my pocket grabbing a hold of a knife. Then continued, "Now I came by request of Lord Phantomhive to retrieve those documents and I assure you that I will get them."
My smile widens ready for action and bloodshed but all the men lowered their weapons and put them back into the holsters and breast pockets.
"Oh. Here then." A man said.
My eyes grew in shock and confusion as a few of the men with papers already in hand handed me the papers.
I raised an eyebrow in suspicion and inquired, "How can you all hand these over so easily?"
"Because we're here to help the young earl and do what we're told." The man with the raspy voice said.
"Excu-," Before I spoke too soon I quickly realized that this could be an advantage, "Oh, so you all are loyal to the young master?"
"Yes, very much so. He brought us out of a whole lot of hardship. For that, we are his loyal servants, in exchange of course." Another man said.
I smirked, "Making deals with the devil?"
"I guess you could say that," he shrugged.
Is someone posing as the young master? They all are of French descent who seem to be commoners. There's no way they should even know who the young master is unless they're men of high station. Which would mean there are other noblemen involved?
"Alright then, I'll be on my way. Good day gentlemen." I turned with the papers in hand.
"Wait." The man with the raspy voice called out. I turned my head enough to look at him from the corner of my eye, "You're a butler right?"
If the uniform wasn't obvious enough or the fact that I stated it just only moments ago wasn't enough, "Yes."
"O-oh you're just a butler why are you here. Butlers aren't supposed to dabble in nobles business let alone be equipped to do such things." The man furrowed his brows in confusion.
"Oh." I chuckle, "I'm not an ordinary butler. I'm simply one hell of a butler." I walked out the room then out the building to the horse I bought. I tucked the papers away in a leather case that was tied to the horse. I climbed onto the top of the horse and rode off on my way back to the manor.
On my way back to the manner all I could think was how bizarre it was to know that all those men claim to be loyal to the young master. I've never met them a day in my life since I've been contracted with the young master. Therefore, I know full well the young master has no knowledge of them. There's someone posing as the young master, that's the only thing I see possible.
This just got very entertaining.
…
Once I arrived back at the manor I hurried with dinner. When I was done with dinner I served Mr. Crawley his meal first. I escorted him to the dining room seating him while saying, "The young master will not be joining you for dinner, he has business to tend to." I stated as I placed his plate in front of him I took the lid off the plate and it brought me satisfaction to see the man become more saddened than before, "Lightly salted crackers complemented with room temperature water. I hope you enjoy." I bowed. I then pulled out a glass and poured water into it.
I walked away with no other word exchanged between us and I headed upstairs to the young master. I knock on the door and enter his office. The young master was in the middle of writing on papers.
He didn't acknowledge my presence until I said, "Young master I retrieved the papers you asked for." He looked up from his papers.
"Give it here." He dropped the papers he had already in his hands for the ones from the factory. He looked eager, or maybe he was desperate to get the case over with. He began to flip through the papers and seemed to become agitated and confused. "Bloody hell…" He mumbled.
"What is it, my lord?"
"These papers are signed in my name." He flipped quickly through the rest of the papers, checking the bottom of his name. "But this signature doesn't match mine."
"Poor interpretation indeed. Young master, that's what I need to tell you, there's someone who is impersonating you-."
"Yeah, no shit Sebastian." He interrupted me.
"When I went back to the warehouse there was a rather large group of men of at least thirty looking for those same papers. When I asked for them to hand them over to bring them back to you they weren't hesitant to do so. It'll be safe to classify them as followers. They claim that "you" saved them."
Without another word the young master got up from his desk and took a few papers with him. He paced pass me and out his office. I followed behind him.
"Where is he?" He snapped.
"The dining room."
He walked quicker as he made his way through the corridors and down the stairs. "Crawley!" The young master hit the last step and headed straight towards the Frenchman, who was quietly munching on his dinner. The man looked up in surprise at the young master's sudden presence. Almost at the bat of an eye, the young master was towering over Mr. Crawley with the documents with his forged signature on his face.
"You told me that you were put up to this whole charade of selling drugs through my company, but it was you all along! You lied to me, again!"
"E-earl I-I-."
"I will not accept any more of your lies you worthless, babbling fool. You're going to tell me everything you know about what you've done to ruin me and my company, this instant!" The young master threw the papers in the man's face. Then stood with his hands on his hips waiting, impatiently for the shaken man's answers.
"I-I was given these documents with your signature already on them. Like I've told you before, I'm just here to cover-up Rikard's drug transactions. I swear, I would never dare to lie on the safety of my family and my own life! Please spare me." Mr. Crawley clasped his hands together
The young master sighed, folding his arms over his chest he spoke, "I'm tired of these shenanigans. Mr. Crawley, you better be able to prove yourself when we make it to France." He turned making his way back upstairs. "I shouldn't have to tell you what will happen if this trip is worth nothing and you prove yourself a liar."
The young master went upstairs, meanwhile, I stayed downstairs with Mr. Crawley. "Dinner time is over now, it's time for you to retire for the night. I'll escort you to your room."
I turned to Mey-Rin who was watching of the Frenchman for me to say, "Clean this up, will you?"
"Yes, Mr. Sebastian." Her voice was clear and even. Her eyebrows frowned with her glasses perched on the top of her head.
"This way." I began walking ahead of Mr. Crawley, meanwhile, he nearly struggled a great deal just to stand from the chair.
Once he finally mustered up the strength to stand from the chair he followed behind me up the stairs and down the halls. Trudging along he groaned and hissed sliding against the walls for support. When we finally arrived at his room he quietly entered then limped inside. I then shut the door behind him and locked it.
I made my way to the young master's study but before I got there I realized that I left the documents downstairs in the dining area. I sighed to myself and frustratingly placed my palm on my face.
I went down to the dining room to see Mey-Rin sitting on the floor staring at the papers with a shocked expression. I ran up to her and snatched the papers from her. "What do you think you're doing meddling in the young master's business?" I snarled.
The maid got up hastily, straightening her clothes. "I-I wasn't meddling, I just so happened to see it. You're the one who left it lying here. So I began cleaning everything up as you said for me to do." Mey-Rin snapped back. Her slight outburst was excused since she still was not wearing her glasses.
"You might want to check your tone," I growled. I picked up the last few papers and stacked them neatly in my arms. "Finish cleaning already, it shouldn't take this long." I went to go on to the young master's study.
"I know that those documents a forged. The young master would never do something like that." Her voice went back to normal, "I-I just couldn't believe that someone would go so far to ruin him!"
I chortle, "That's what I'm here for. As long as I'm here his name will never be in ruins and he will never be harmed."
"Yes! We will protect the young master til' our dying breath!" Mey-Rin shouted enthusiastically.
I began to walk up the stairs, "That's right, only one thing is that I will never die because if I die I can't protect him anymore, and that will be sad. Besides, what kind of butler will I be to die before my master."
"Surely not a butler worth his salt!" She yells to be sure I could hear her as our distance grew.
I made it to the landing of the stairs then finally started making my way to the young master's study. I knocked on his door twice, there was no answer. I opened the door to see that he was not there. There were no signs of disturbance so I have no need to worry myself. Next, I went to the music room to find that he wasn't there either. I sighed in annoyance as I went to his classroom to see that he wasn't there either. I finally went to his bed chambers to find him there in his bed… sleeping.
"Young master." My eyebrow twitched in agitation at the sleeping earl.
"... What… can't you see that I'm sleeping or are you suddenly blind?" He groaned.
"I can see very well actually, sir, and I need you to wake up. Right now." I demanded.
The young master slowly turned to look at me with sleepy, cold eyes. He gritted his teeth in slightly growling at me. But I stand unaffected by his behavior. "Who do you think you're talking to? Leave me alone, I'm retiring early for the night."
"My lord there's work to be done," I stressed.
"Work that can wait until the morning. There's only so much that we can do with the documents we have and what Mr. Crawley has told us. We have the person that's causing all of this and that person will rat out others that are involved in the charade as well. So for now, I will rest until morning." He barked. Turning back over he slid to the other side of the bed and stood from it. He began undressing.
"Young master, are you forgetting what you are to do to uphold your end of our contract? We have roles to maintain." My voice grew dark as I watched him continue to undress then proceed to lie down in his bed.
"I haven't forgotten a damned thing, Sebastian! I'm bloody tired and we have to take a trip all the way to France tomorrow. It can wait for now." He sat up on the bed looking at me with furrowed brows and pursed lip and growled out. "Now if you want to do the work yourself since you are so avid on it getting done then you can have at it."
I scoffed, "Very well then. Goodnight." I sharply turned the other direction. I suppressed the urge to kill him or choke him until he nearly died. His lazy behavior has been unacceptable. But I know just how to remedy it.
…
Nighttime had fallen over the manor everyone was sleeping, with the exception of me of course. Usually, I would be working on records or making grocery lists and other things of that nature. But after the young master and I little quarrel I did exactly what he suggested that I do. I did his work. I signed off on orders and papers. I wrote letters that he had already made drafts to.
As I sat in his office flipping page after page I realized that maybe this all is a bit much for one person to handle. But he's been handling everything by himself all this time so there's no excuse. I think that he really has grown tired of all of this. But if that's the case I'll have to kill him.
I would prefer not to but if he forces my hand, I guess it just can't be helped. But I'll be terribly bored if I did so. Then I'll hate him for all eternity for making me feel that way… My eyebrows frown in frustration so I massage my forehead with the pads of my fingers. As I continue to write on these papers the sound of creaking door hinges interrupted the silence in the room.
I look over the top of my glasses to see the young master coming into the room. He was looking directly at me for a moment. He said nothing, he just rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue. I looked back down at the paper I was writing and act as if he never entered the room.
I could hear him as he carefully navigated himself through the rather dark room. The moonlight only reached for so far into the room before it faded to black. The chairs in front of his desk were visible at least so he was able to find his way over to them.
I sat unphased, writing on papers as he dragged a chair up to his desk the plopped down in it. He reached over and unknowingly grabbed a stack of papers that I had already done.
"Those documents are finished," I informed him.
"Well, I'll just make sure you've done it right." He barked then started scanning the documents, searching for mistakes.
A long while after continuous silence and the young master nit-picking he scoffed and said, "You must think you know me so well?"
I looked up at him a bit in shock that he spoke to me, "I know I do actually. You just haven't accepted it yet my lord." I smile.
"Is that so?" He stated defensively, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Very much so my lord," I smirked.
"Well, these papers sound so much like me, it looks as if it's been cheesily imitated." The young master took a slap at me.
"Maybe if you just did your work as I asked you earlier, you wouldn't have to be worried by how "imitated" the work looks." I retorted.
"I beg your pardon, I don't have to do anything that you ask of me. How dare you. You're not in control of me." He spat, gritting his teeth at me.
I chortle at the young boy and say in a low voice, "I let you think that you are in control. But truly you are not."
"Really…? Last time I remember, I'm the master here. You are just a mere butler, a servant." The young master snarled at me while getting up from his chair. He stalked over towards me as if he was about to attack me.
"Ha. That is the roles you and I play my lord, but I assure you that you are not in true control over me. I just create the illusion that you are." I adjusted the direction of the chair towards the young master. I crossed one leg over the other and laced my hands together in my lap and proceeded to say, "Our relationship, or in better words, this contract, is an analogy. Butler is to young master what women are to men. Men think that just because women are smaller and quiet that they are weaker. Physically that may be true but women hold the true power in this world. Men would not be here without them. Men at like pure animals, completely out of their minds over the sight of breast and skin.-"
"What are you getting at?" The young master interrupted me.
"I'm saying that you are just like any other man my lord. You love to think that you are in control and that you are powerful. Yet, in reality, you are not. That is just fine my lord. All of your control and power resides in me. I'm everything you need. You're fully aware of that whether you admit it or not my lord. I'm the beginning and the ending."
"My sword and shield." He sputtered.
"Yes… my lord." I could feel his body begin to calm. He then stepped closer and leaned towards me. The young master rested on hand on the armrest of his chair and grabbed my face with his free hand rather aggressively. He then kissed me immediately forcing his tongue into my mouth. I was rendered motionless for a moment. Then I unconsciously reached for his face. Before I could touch him he pulled away from the kiss. He panted lightly as he wiped his mouth with his thumb.
"Look at you, your hands still reaching towards me." He scoffed. I dropped my arms down back into my lap. The young master stood above me in his most haughty stance and said, "I do have power over you. Not just in the role that I play."
My, my… My lord you truly are something… You too are very beautiful, yet foolish.
"Now get out of my chair. I have work to do." He commanded.
"Yes my lord." I got up from his chair and let him sit in it. Once he settled himself in it I aided him in pushing it towards the desk.
Humm… so typical of a way to regain his control… He truly is something worth every moment spent patiently waiting for the day that I devour his soul. He'll surely be delectable indeed.
"Sebastian, be sure to see to the preparations of tomorrow." He stated as I was walking from behind his chair.
"Yes, sir." I bowed with my hand over my chest. I then proceeded walking out of his office. No other words were exchanged between the two of us. Just a rather humorous silence. I walked out of his room and did just as he commanded me to do.
As I packed luggage and prepared the carriage as well as other things for the morning I couldn't help but laugh. The young master is right but yet so wrong.
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