Hello my darling, gorgeous, lovely fans! Have you all missed me? As I sit here on my couch, watching my soaps (yes, I love General Hospital POOPOO ON YOU!), I decided to do something with my life and begin to update. School's over and tennis has BEEN OVER (HALLELUJAH!) so now I have tons of free time. I decided to take a crack at the chapter ONE MORE TIME. After receiving a few reviews and a threat (Sporks from the ninth layer of Hell, what?) I want to try the chapter again.
Escape to Ouran: I am happy to hear (read?) that you decided to stick with Louis and the gang since at times I believe that she is very Mary-Sue…ish so I thank you for that. I was curious to know what was your hidden depth that you have drawn from the story since sometimes I am not even sure myself of what it is. I more or less just jump around with ideas that fly into my head and hope they fit. But thanks my new faithful reader!
ONWARD TO THE REUNION!
Hint towards the ending: L
Hints so far: P T
HAIL DOOFENIA!
Felix and I stared each other down like acquaintances at a train station; each of us wondering if we've seen each other before and if we have, where? Time had completely frozen all around us as if the world was forcing us closer. Felix stretched out his arms, a warm smile on his lips and his hair blowing carelessly in the breeze. He motioned me to come closer with his fingers. I stepped forward clumsily. Felix chuckled as his smile widened.
"Come here, Lulu," he beckoned.
Tears poured from my eyes as I crashed into his chest, my arms wrapping around his small body. Felix slowly wrapped his arms around me, humming quietly to himself a familiar tune that I could not for the life of me figure out. He rubbed his cheek against my hair, running his hand through it.
"Don't you ever leave me alone again…" I sobbed, burrowing my face in his chest.
I didn't know how to feel right now. I was happy, sad, confused, and worried. But most of all, I felt…
POW!!
PURE RAGE!!
Felix rubbed his sore chin as his blue eyes pierced my hazel ones.
"Who the hell interrupts a brother-sister moment with an uppercut?!" he yelled.
"That was for leaving me here, you asshole!! You said you were gonna get me away from Sebastian, but look! I'm right back where he wants me! Why?!"
Felix fell silent, his face becoming serious.
"Why did you send me here?...Tell me!"
"I need you to do something for me…" he said ominously.
"Like what?"
"In our past—well future in a way—Ciel Phantomhive breached his contract with the demon Sebastian Michaelis, right?"
What he was saying was creeping me out and making me more confused than I have ever been, but I nodded anyway.
"And in this present—well past—Ciel is still in contract with this said demon."
"Okay…what does that have to do with me?"
Felix grabbed hold of my shoulders and stared into my eyes. "What if we were to change that?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, looking him up and down.
"I need you to—"
CREAK!
My eyes shot up to the ceiling.
CREAK!
Felix stared at the ceiling, his eyes narrowing.
CLACK, CLACK, CLACK.
The footsteps slowly began to cross the floor until they disappeared. Felix slowly released the breath he was holding. "Thank God…" he said.
The footsteps reappeared at the end of the hallway, the light from Sebastian's candelabra peeking from the bottom of the door.
"Dammit! He's making his rounds, already?!" Felix yelled as he peered at the door. His gaze moved back to my eyes.
"I need you…to kill Ciel Phantomhive."
My eyes widened in fear. I would never kill someone. Sure, I threaten people all the time on a day to day basis, but…I could never bring myself to actually…you know…do it. I couldn't even hurt a fly if I was a professional sniper! And…I could never hurt Ciel…
"You want me to k—k—kill him? Why? Why would you even ask me to that, Felix?! He's just a kid!!" Felix chuckled darkly. "Are you kidding me, Lulu?" "Don't call me that, you bastard!" I shouted, covering my ears. This is just a bad dream; he's not real. Felix would never do something like this. Damn it Louis, WAKE UP! Felix laughed hysterically, his face towards the ceiling and his arms thrown back. He stopped laughing suddenly and looked into my eyes, a large goofy smile plastered on his face. "He's a nobleman who does all the dirty work for the Queen and gave his soul to the devil for power, Louis, THE DEVIL! He knew full well the consequences!" His goofy smile disappeared as his face became cold. "If you ask me…a kid like that…that kid that you believe is just some scared little child putting up a front…deserves to die!" I slapped him hard across the face, tears pouring out of my eyes.
"Don't you dare say that about him! He was scared and confused and it was either that or die! What would you do at that moment, Felix?! No one has been as scared as he probably was!"
"Well I have!" Felix yelled. "My parents practically drowned me in my backyard! My OWN parents! Or have you forgotten that? You don't know how scared I was!! I could feel my life slipping away while his death…" Felix raised his fist in the air and bit his lip to hold back tears. "His death would have been instant while I would be left to suffer at the bottom of that pool," he said, throwing his fist down. "And are you kidding me, Lulu?! How can you possibly defend his choice?! You have to sacrifice one to save a thousand others! Don't you realize what would have happened if that demonic scum didn't show up and kill off all the secrets of that fucking cult?! A thousands more kids would have been killed Louis!! And if that demonic scum doesn't get what he wants now…He'll come back…Don't you want some helpless child to live through that again? Huh?!"
I fell silent and lowered my head, my hands clenching into a fist.
"Think about it, Lulu, please. Everything in the space-time continuum is connected somehow. If Ciel dies, who knows what could change?" He gripped my shoulders. "Lucy could come back. Dad's accident could have never happened. And who knows?" he said, chuckling weakly. "Maybe Mom would come back too…"
CLACK, CLACK, CLACK.
The footsteps drew closer along with the light of the candelabra.
"Listen, I have to go." Felix said.
My eyes widened. "What! Don't leave!"
"Listen to me!" Felix shouted. "Remember this always! Fatus Marado and I love you," he said, kissing my forehead. I hugged him close.
"Please don't leave me again…"
"You're never alone. I'm always with you. If you need me, I'll be there. All you have to do is call…"Sebastian slowly pushed the door open.
"Goodbye, Louis," Felix whispered.
"Fel—!!"
A sharp pain ran through the back of my neck. Then…
Blackout.
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~Sebastian's P.O.V.~
There were two people in the room…that I am certain of. It was Miss Louis and another…a male of some sort that I feel as if I have…met before. Once I ventured into the room, only Miss Louis dwelled inside, lying quite comfortably in her bed. The odd thing though was the massive amount of Forget-Me-Not pedals that littered her hair, bed, floor, and well…the entire room actually. Her window was left open carelessly to let in unwanted guests. I moved the candelabra cautiously around the room as I went to close the window securely. I gazed down at the young women's face. She was sleeping soundly, her breath only slightly harder than usual, her face illuminated by the moonlight. She looked as if she were Sleeping Beauty, waiting for her prince to wake her up. I smirked at the thought. A wind of no origin blew through the room, scattering a select few petals on the other side of Miss Louis's bed in a neat line. Out of curiosity, I strolled to the other side of her bed and stared at the petals. Burned into them was a very ominous message from and unknown sender. How interesting…
It read:
Stay away from her
You Demonic SCUM
If you lay a single hand on her
I swear
I WILL KILL YOU
Go ahead
Try it
Touch her
I dare you
See if your arm doesn't get sliced clean off
Do it
I chuckled and set down the candelabra quietly to not disturb Sleeping Beauty. Sweeping the petals in a neat pile, I sat near her and ran my gloved finger up and down her soft cheek. I felt as if that wasn't enough to lure out the mysterious sender. I bit down on the middle finger section of my glove and pulled it off, dropping it next to me and revealing my Faustian mark. I ran my fingers through her mahogany hair, up and down her neck, and then proceeded to stroke her cheek with my thumb. I chuckled to myself.
"Nothing…" My eyes lingered back to her face and suddenly…I was over taken by a strange sensation. It felt like…hunger…I licked my lips slowly as I stared at her body; her chest moving up and down as she breathed and her curves. My eyes glowed a pink fluorescent as I leaned in closer and stroked her cheek once again, licking my lips from the sudden surge of this unmanageable hunger…A chuckled rumble darkly in my throat as I sat back up and stood. I scooped up the pile of burned petals and sprinkled them in the flames of the candelabra that I held.
"I guess I can have some fun with you…" I said, chuckling darkly once more.
Interesting…
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A butler begins his day early. He is the last to finish his work late at night, and the first to begin work in the morning. Such is the duty of a butler who manages the household.
Sebastian adjusted his tie in the mirror, tugging down his vest and making sure his shirt is neatly tucked. He noticed a few long strands of hair nearly sweeping his neck.
"Hmm, my hair has grown rather long…" He grabbed hold of it and ran his gloved fingers through it. "…What a pity…I cannot trim it as I please." Sebastian simple tucked it behind his ear to shorten it. "Humans are most troublesome," he complained, slipping on his jacket. "Now then…" Sebastian tugged down his gloves, completely in uniform. "Off we go…"
His first task is to assign the day's work to the servants.
In the kitchen, Mey-Rin, Finny, and Bard sat around the table waiting for him. Well, it was more like Mey-Rin and Finni were waiting and Bard had fallen asleep while smoking (Not like that's dangerous or anything). Sebastian opened the door to the kitchen and strolled inside. "Good morning, everyone," he greeted. "It is about time you should all be getting to work." Bard slowly sat up, still half asleep.
"Mey-Rin, see to the linens." Mey-Rin saluted. "Yes, sir!"
"Finny, tend to the trees in the garden." Finny raised his arms in joy. "'Kaaaay!"
"Bardroy, please make preparations for lunch." Bard let out a puff of smoke. "…Gotcha."
"And Mister Tanaka, please go have some tea." Tanaka laughed his charming laugh.
Sebastian clapped his hands together firmly. "Provided you have understood you duties, off you go! Step lively!" he shouted, causing the servants to rush off. Sebastian peered at the extra seat at the servant's table and smirked, a hair falling into his face.
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Ciel rose up in his bed, stretching and yawning. He rubbed his eye bearing the contract and gazed around the room. It was still dark. The curtains had not been drawn to let in the accursed sunlight and there was no tea being prepared by Sebastian. Too tired to complain, Ciel shrugged his shoulders and curled back into a ball under his covers. Ciel yawned and smiled childishly as his head hit his pillow.
"Finally…" he said, drifting back to sleep.
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I slowly opened my eyes only to quickly shield them from the rays that pierced them. I had the weirdest dream last night…Not like me and Sebastian, well…you know…doing that, but weird as in mental institute weird. Felix was here and…he wasn't being himself…It couldn't have been him because…Felix would never ask me to do something so horrible…He asked me to kill Ciel? Can you believe that? I sat up in bed, hair fanning over my face slightly. I ran my fingers through my hair and felt something in my hair. I slowly pulled it out and saw something horrible in my hand.
A Forget-Me-Not pedal.
I dropped the pedal as if it were fire and backed away from it as far as I could. My heart pounded against my rib cage. It was real…all of it was real. I remembered everything. That damn scarf, black and white…everything. I have to kill Ciel. Or at least make sure Sebastian does. I can't believe it. I picked the petal up in my hand and twirled it in my fingers. I bit my lips as tears streamed out.
"…I hate Forget-Me-Nots!" I shouted, ripping the pedal into pieces. I wish that pedal could hurt Felix. I would set every Forget-Me-Not in London ablaze if it hurt him. I need something to take my mind off of Felix before I go jump off a roof. The door to my room slowly creaked open to reveal Sebastian; the whole reason why I hate everything right now. If he takes another step closer to me, I'm gonna drop kick him in his mouth. Sebastian smiled sweetly as he walked closer to me. I peered at him through my curtain of hair as my hand crept towards a big pillow.
"Good morning, Miss Louis. I hope you had a splendid rest, but now I must inform you of—"
I tossed my pillow at him with all my strength…just for him to sidestep out the way and catch it. Fucking hate demons…Cocky bastards. They take 'Can't touch this' to a whole new level. "May I inquire as to why you threw a pillow at me?" Sebastian asked, tossing the pillow back at me. I caught the pillow and threw it to the floor, flopping back on the bed and turning away from him. Sebastian rose his black brow, tilting his head to the side like some dog. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Mind your damn business…" I said, hugging another pillow. Sebastian stood there silently, waiting. I sighed and sat up, staring at him. "What do you want?" I asked. Sebastian smirked as he took a scroll from out of his jacket. Another thing I hate about anime: random shit that inconspicuously appear from people's clothing. Yes, inconspicuously. I know big words. Assholes…
"To tell you your duties, of course."
I crossed my arms. "Like…?"
Sebastian chuckled. "To begin…" he said, quickly cutting the seal of the scroll and beginning to instruct. "You are to assist Mey-Rin with the washing the clothes of all the servants and the young master, cleaning the manor from top to bottom, preparing all the beds, polishing the silver, setting tables, preparing clothes for the young master, organizing the library, cleaning the young master's office, preparing breakfast for the servants," he began.
My left eye slowly began to twitch.
"Refilling all the lanterns, replacing the candles, changing the water in all the vases. And if I am not available at the moment, opening all the curtains, preparing the young master's tea, waking the young master, drawing his bath, bathing the young master, dressing the young master, reading the young master's schedule, preparing the young master's breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, and dinner, reading off the orders to the other servants, checking on the servants every once in a while,"
My upper lip began to twitch.
"Escorting the young master to all his destinations, helping the young master with his studies, violin instructions, occasionally providing dancing lessons, preparing the young master for slumber, and checking the entire manor for unwanted guests. But most of all…" Sebastian finished, the scroll dropping to the floor in a messy pile.
Sebastian raised a single finger in the air. "You are to protect this manor and the young master…At any cost. Even if it means your life…"
"…" I capsized backwards on the bed. "Now all I need is a stars and stripes bustier, blue panties, red and gold boots, a retarded headband thingy, and a lasso so I can be Wonder Woman!" I complained, twirling my finger like a lasso. I sat back up and stared at Sebastian. "Couldn't you have just shortened the list and just told me that I had to do E-VER-RY-THING?!" Sebastian smiled sweetly.
"If I had said that then that would not be very specific, now would it?"
"…I hate you…" I hissed.
Sebastian smirked. "Your uniforms are in the closet over there and I expect you to be working within the hour." He flicked open his pocket-watch and checked the time. "It seems it is past time to wake up the young master. Oh dear, his schedule will have to be changed dramatically…" he said, placing a hand on his chin. "Have a pleasant day, Miss Louis…" he said, bowing and stepping out the room.
I stared at the maid outfit peeking out of the closet. It stared back. "…Might as well get this over with…Gosh why am I being so emo?" I rolled out of bed and skipped over to the closet, plucking out the black maid outfit. "Hmm…why is mine black and Mey-Rin's blue?" I thought, turning the skimpy dress over. It was actually…a lot shorter than Mey-Rin's and a short sleeve.
"I knew it…he is a pervert…" I sighed. "I can't believe I went to college…for this…" I draped my dress on my arm, picked up my assorted bath gels and soaps (I love you Bath and Body Works!), and walked out the door.
Oh fuckity fuck-fuck fuck…I don't remember where the bathroom is!
"What time is it? ADVENTURE TIME!" I yelled, running to down the hallway to the left.
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Once he has dispatched the servants…He prepares early morning tea and breakfast in time for the master's awakening.
Sebastian hastily pushed a cart with tea and side dish assortments down the long hallway towards the young master's room. He knocked softly on the door. "Pardon me, sir," he said, opening the door slowly. "Good morning, young master," Sebastian greeted, walking over to the curtains. "I am sorry that it is a bit later than usual but…It it time for you to wake up," he said, pulling open the curtains to let in the light. "It is a fine day today…" Sebastian said, gazing out the window. Ciel stirred under his covers and rubbed his eyes.
The master of the house, Earl Ciel Phantomhive, rules a vast domain at the age of twelve. He is also the president of "Funtom," a toy and confectionery manufacturer…and has grown "Funtom" into a massive corporation within a very short amount of time with his gifts of cunning and management.
Sebastian poured tea in a beautiful floral decorated cup as Ciel yawned, his toes wiggling under his sheets.
"Today's tea is the Assam, hm?" he asked. Sebastian smiled, holding out his tea to him. "Just as I would expect from the young master. I had heard that good tea leaves were ready in Assam, so I had some sent here." Ciel took the cup along with the paper and began to read. "By the way, I've invited the children of Earl Burton's orphanage to the manor," Ciel informed, reading through the economics.
A noble's wealth exists to contribute to society. They practice charity using their abundant fortunes. The distinguished Phantomhive family also engages in volunteer activities without exception.
Sebastian placed a gloved hand over his heart. "That is a splendid idea. When will they be joining us?"
"Tomorrow," Ciel answered, sipping away at his tea.
Sebastian blanched.
Why, this little bra—young master. Does he believe he can get anything done so long as I am here to take care of it? He works his people (?) far too hard.
Sebastian tilted his head to the side with a great big smile. He bowed before him. "I shall entertain even the littlest guests in a manner worthy of the Phantomhive name. Oh yes…and the Herend Chinoiserie tea set you ordered just the other day has arrived, sir." Sebastian informed, taking Ciel's empty cup from him. "Therefore," he began, unbuttoning Ciel's nightshirt, "afternoon tea for today will be Keemun. We also have berries," he continued, placing Ciel's jacket over his now clean body, "so I think a summer pudding of currants and other berries might do nicely. What do you think?" Sebastian asked, motioning for Ciel to raise his head. "Do what you will." Sebastian smirked as he tied Ciel's bowtie securely around his neck. "Very good, sir. Then I shall set about the preparations for tomorrow at once," he said, nodding his head. "Nn." Sebastian walked towards the door.
"Wait…"
Sebastian's hand froze as he turned and bowed. "Yes, my Lord?" he asked.
"Why were you late this morning?" Ciel asked, gazing out the window. Sebastian straightened out and smiled. "I was speaking to the new maid, that's all…She seemed to be in a foul mood this morning."
Ciel raised his brow. "Why?"
"Only she knows, young master."
"Nn…"
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God damn Victorian era…God damn stone age…No fucking electricity…No good hair dye…Ugh, I hate this place. I sat in my tub of boiling water, sulking. Shut up. Are you the one who has to kill the cutest kid in the entire galaxy? No? Then shut the fuck up. I pushed my floating tub of gels and soaps around the water, thinking to myself. Yes, I do that too. So Felix wants me to kill—well let Sebastian kill—Ciel Phantomhive because it can change our future? He seem pretty pissed when I was refusing to do it too…
"Meow…" I looked up to see Celestial slipping and sliding around the rim of the bathtub as she trotted over to me. I gasped. "Baby! Where have you been?" I asked her, smiling brightly. "Come here, come here!" I motioned. Celestial stopped and looked up at me, then the water.
"N—n—no! No, Celestial! Don't jump! Don't you dare—!"
No one ever listens to me. Celestial threw herself into the water, doggy (kitty?) paddling over to me, meowing obnoxiously from being wet. I chuckled and picked her up out of the water, putting her in the floating tub. "I told you not to jump in the water…And ew~!" I yelled, looking at the cat hair all over my hands. "You're shedding!" I squealed, sprinkling the hair to the floor. I got out of the water and wrapped a big towel around myself. I took the floating tub with Celestial in it out of the water and pulled the drain plug. "And now you smell like a mixture of wet dog and cat…Gross…" I said, putting my fists on my hips as I stared at Celestial. Celestial pawed at the bath sponge I had before tossing it in the air and playing with it. She is just the cutest thing ever! I quickly decided to get my ass to work before Sebastian kills me instead and not be distracted by the cuteness!
Grabbing a small hair towel from the closet, I rubbed my hair frantically to quickly dry it then quickly rubbed Celestial down and threw it in the laundry basket. Now to get dressed up…This may take a while.
(Moments later…:-D…PRETZELS!)
I checked my face in the mirror and hair. I was fully dressed in my black maid's outfit (again, why the hell is mine so different?), black fishnet stockings, and my handy dandy Converse. I pushed my bangs to the side and continued to check myself out. I placed my frilly cap on my head to hold my bangs in place. Then I realized something.
"Holy fuck…Ciel is allergic to cats…" I glared down at Celestial as she slept. I smacked myself on the forehead. "Oh my God, why am I so stupid!? How could I possibly forget that!! When he sneezes, it sounds like a grenade and makes everybody shit their pants!" I looked around at the dirty towels and cat hair in the tub and on the floor. "I guess I should clean this up then…Being a maid sucks ass…"
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~Sebastian's P.O.V.~
Once I entered the kitchen, I swiftly removed my jacket from my person, neatly rolled up my sleeves, and placed an apron on. I tugged my gloves and clapped my hands together. "Well, shall we get started?" I asked no one in particular.
I went over the steps to making the summer pudding in my head.
Finely chop the best dark and milk couverture and mix. Melt over a bowl of 60º C water. After boiling and then cooling slightly, add some fresh cream. I thought as I poured the cream into a large bowl.
Cool while stirring, and add some cointreau when the mixture is at body temperature. I thought as I mixed the ingredients together.
Then pour into the—!
"GYAAAAH!!" yelled Mey-Rin from down the hall. My head whipped over to the door. "…!? What is going on?" I asked. I placed the bowl down and walked towards the laundry room where the scream came from. I slowly opened the door, quite concerned for what I may see once I venture inside. "Mey-Rin?" I called. "What on Earth is going—?"
"MISTER SEBASTIAAAN!!" Mey-Rin hollered, running through a barrage of bubbles towards me. She actually terrified me. Only slightly though…
"!!?" I looked around the room hastily. "WHY ARE THERE BUBBLES EVERYWHERE!?" I hollered. Mey-Rin held up a small box of detergent. "This detergent! I put it in! XXX (30) spoonfuls, just as the directions say, but something seems to have gone wrooong!" I took the box from the foolish maid and read the instruction label. I knew it…She's just an idiot.
"Mey-Rin. This reads III (3) spoonfuls, not XXX (30)," I said, calmly. Mey-Rin blanched. "EH!?"
Why, this imbec—that is to say, housemaid. It would seem the problem no longer lies in her eyesight.
Mey-Rin sobbed and apologized frantically at me.
Why does she fail to realize that there is something clearly wrong with her own brain and not the instructions? Word has it that the public adores silly maids, but I do not think I will ever understand it. (And I have no intention of even trying to do so.) I myself would like to wring her neck.
I do hope the new maid fairs better, seeing her higher position and all.
"Haah…All right. For the moment, please leave this to me." I hastily scrubbed away all the bubbles with the mop, wring out all the clothes and sheets in it, and pin them all on the line. "…Whew." I panted, looking at my finished work. Mey-Rin blushed profusely as bubbles flew off of her person. "I still have much to do, so I shall be taking my leave. Please return to work as well," I ordered, quickly walking away before anything else goes horribly wrong in the next few seconds. I walked back to the kitchen, completely irritated. "Really…all this when I am running short on time." I shut the door to the kitchen. I picked up a small skillet and a stick of butter. "Now, where was I…?"
Ah, now I remember.
Place the butter and water in a skillet and bring to a boil. Extinguish the gas. Sift the flour and baking powder into the mixture. I grabbed a wooden spatula and mixed the contents of the skillet. After stirring the mixture quickly with a wooden spatula, heat on a low flame—
KABOOM!!
"!? What is it this time!?" I yelled. I slammed the skillet down on the counter and stomped towards the other kitchen a few hallways over. The floor was covered in burn marks and the walls were cracked severely around the doorway. I peered in to see everything…well to put it bluntly…obliterated. The oven was charred along with the floors, brick walls, and windows…And of course the chef, his face darkened by ash (except for his eyes which were protected by goggles), a dangerous looking weapon in hand, and his hair in a disgusting afro…Imbecile. I asked him to explain what happened.
"Well, ya see, I got this new weapon from back home, but…" he started, gesturing to his new "toy". "…It doesn't work at all." Bard clicked his teeth in annoyance. Is this man blind?
"Making roast lamb with lavender does not require that much heat…" I explained, completely exhausted. To begin with, is that even a tool for cooking? I asked myself.
"Don'cha sweat the details!!" Bard yelled, lifting up his goggles. "COOKING IS ART!! AND ART IS AN EXPLOSION!" he yelled. A hair stood off the side of my hair. I'm going to eradicate this man.
"Is it now?" I asked under my breath, killing him multiple times with the boundaries of my mind.
Why, this imbec—rather chef. You should talk about cooking after you have actually "cooked" something.
Bard continued to yell and holler about cooking being an art and other nonsense.
I believe 80 percent of what you have managed to "cook" has been charcoal. (The other 20 percent was hazardous waste.) Save your art for your hairstyle, and cook something edible…otherwise…I wish for you to become charcoal yourself.
I wonder if the new maid can cook as well as she can possibly clean.
"Haah…all right." I opened the ice box to see what it held. "We still have the ground meat and vegetables, so let us make do with that." I quickly chopped up the onions, stuffed the cabbage, and boiled it along with the potatoes. I stood back and admired my hard work. "…Whew!" Bard looked at the meal with his arms cross as if he could do better. "This should suffice for the time being. I leave the tidying up to you." I said, quickly taking my leave before he sets the whole manor on fire. I stomped down the hallway to the other kitchen, madder than Lord Lucifer after great tragedies. (The amount of paperwork he received after the black plague was tremendous.) This thought actually brought a smile to my face and made me chuckle.
Whoops.
I slammed the kitchen door and hurried over to my station. "Let us finish this right away." I announced, setting the bag of brown sugar on the counter.
Spread the brown sugar on a baking sheet. Heat the oven to 80º C—!
"UWAAAAAAAAAAHN!!" Finny yelled as he slammed into my back, causing the brown sugar to burst everywhere before I even began! My head slowly creaked over to see the sobbing child(?).
"…Now it is your turn I take it…"
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"All done!" I shouted, placing the laundry basket back in the corner of the room. I washed the towels, hand towels, rags, loofahs, rugs, even the walls. I banished Celestial outside but she refused to go alone so I was forced to give her a hand towel to play with and…yeah…Now what? I walked out of the bathroom and strolled down the hallway, looking at the various paintings that littered the walls. That's when I noticed the mud cat prints on the carpet, claw holes on the curtains, and cat fur covered windows. Its official…I'm gonna kill this cat.
I grabbed a bucket full of water and soap and a large scrubbing brush. I slipped off my Converses and put them in a corner. I looked around at the dirt and sighed.
"This is ridiculous…"
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~Sebastian's P.O.V.~
I really do hate the servants of this manor (excluding those who I have not assessed yet).
"…"
I could not even speak at the sight before me. The garden was completely barren…All the once flourishing trees were bare and slim. The grass, now flying away in the slightest breeze. And the flowers…nonexistent. Finny stood behind me, sulking in shame. He should since this is a tragedy. "I was going to trim the branches…the lawn…"
"BUT I FORGOT ALL ABOUT THE HERBICIDE SPRAYER BEING BROKEN A WHILE BACK!!" Finny shouted, crying like a big baby.
Why this imbec—THIS IMBECILE! How can a gardener be so clumsy?
Finny sobbed and apologized frantically.
Though the saying goes, "An idiot and a pair of scissors can both be of use," giving this useless idiot a pair of scissors is trouble in itself. He refers to something that happened two or three days ago as being "a while back." The way his brain can easily cast aside a blunder of that degree. I have surpassed anger, and I am, in fact, rather impressed.
"Haah…There is nothing even I can do about this," I said, reaching into my coat for my wallet. "Go and buy some trees at the garden shop…" Finny pushed his fingers together. "What sort of trees should I get?"
I sighed again…This bumbling idiot. "You are the gardener; the design of the garden is your responsibility. Purchase whatever you deem appropriate." That made Finny perk up. Tears of joy began to spew from his eyes.
"THEN! THEN! I WANNA MAKE A GARDEN AS COOL AS A COMBO ROBOT!" he shouted, sparkles raining around him.
I have lived for quite some time, but this is my first encounter with a being from outer space. How does he expect me to respond to his beaming smile?
Finny slowly tilted his head like a possessed doll. "Mister Sebastian?" I jumped out of my daydream.
"The young master'll get angry, so do please give me the money riiiight quiiiick! ⋆" Finny chuckled to himself. "Sheesh, can't just let your mind wander off like that! ❤" Finny took the coin and ran off. A strand of hair fell off my head.
I have had enough. At times like these, yes…I want to see her. A supple body, flowing black hair, fierce eyes that shine like amber. I broke out into a fast run towards the hidden garden. I must hurry…to the place where she awaits me. I slammed the door behind me, panting quietly. Yes…
To her…
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"Finished!" I yelled into the empty hallway, hopping down from the cushioned seat under the window. I had gotten rid of all the cat hair, mud, and claw marks from the curtain. I'm not exactly good at sewing so someone will eventually notice but oh well…A girl can try. I slipped back on my Converses and continued to stroll. I noticed the big black door from a while back and decided not to venture in…Something was telling me that if I went in, I would never be able to leave. Also that it may be Sebastian's room. Staring at it for a while, I continued on my journey of cat hair removal. I came across another pair of double doors. If my hunch is correct, this is Ciel's room. I pushed open the door and walked inside. It was a mess. There were kitty mud paw prints all over the sheets and pillow, hair balls on the chairs and dressers, and…wait…What's that smell? I sniffed around the room until I found the source. There was something foul underneath Ciel's bed. I slowly laid flat on the floor and looked under the bed to see a nice lump in the middle of it.
Ew~! Celestial that is so GROSS! She pooped on the floor! I sat on my legs and thrashed my hands in disgust. "Well, I know Ciel's not gonna clean this up…" I said to the empty room. I held my breath and started cleaning.
Ew, ew, ew, ew, EW!
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~Sebastian's P.O.V.~
I tilted my head slowly at the cat before me. It was not the 'her' I had been speaking off. It was another; one far more beautiful and intoxicating then the other. This kitten was black with white paws. Her eyes were green and not amber. And she was…gorgeous. I set out a bowl of tuna for this new kitten that had arrived. At first it was hesitant, not accepting the food set out for it, but it grew to trust me and ate hastily.
I smiled at the young kitten. "Now, now. There is plenty more, so you must not gobble it so…" The young kitten licked the bowl completely clean.
I can find cats most agreeable. They only say (do) that which is necessary. They are quite adorable. They do not exist in my world. Pets do exist over there, but…An image of the so called "pet" back home popped into my head. It looked like something from a sci-fi movie.
They leave much to be desired. I thought, shaking my head. The young kitten tilted its head at me, licking my hand. I picked it up and held it close to me, a perverse blush spreading across my face. I do adore these animals. I squished the pads of her paws so slightly, rubbing my cheek against her soft head. "Aah…your paw is so soft…I want to hold you like this forever…" I said, smiling perversely as well. I slowly sat her down, my heart aching. "…But I must go now." I said. I walked to the door and opened it, walking out. I turned back and smiled and waved.
"I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow." I closed the door.
What I did not see was the dark aura spewing from the young kitten's tail.
(Moments later…)
"Dear me…After countless interruptions, this is all I could manage, hm?" I said, wiping the sweat from my brow. I soon heard stomping coming from the hallway. Oh dear…
"MISTER SEBASTIAAAAAAAAAAAN!!" All the servants cried as they ran in. Bard with his trademark afro, Finny crying like the child he is (I believe), and Mey-Rin with a bucket on her head. "Yes? Now what?" I asked, adjusting my work. The servants blanched. Oh…I guess they were surprised at my project. I do not see the big deal with it. All it was was a dozen small cakes and pastries, pies, jelly rolls, cookies, a 4 tier cake, an assortment of cream puffs and muffins, and a chocolate molded statue of the Wild Earl atop his horse, Big Ben, and the London Bridge surrounded by lush roses. It is nothing to be so excited about…Honestly…
"WOOOOOOOW!!" Finny screamed in excitement. It's chocolate!
"So this is what you were up to while you made us do all the work?" Bard said, placing his hands on his hips. Made you do all the work? I thought, wishing to stab him.
"Are these all sweets!?" Mey-Rin exclaimed, waving her hands frantically.
I could only sigh. "We are inviting children here tomorrow…so this is for them."
"All this for some brats?" Bard complained, crossing his arms.
"That's Mister Sebastian for you!!" Mey-Rin and Finny cheered. Finny stared at the statue closer. "But…what sort of statue is this?" he asked. I walked over to the foolish gardener and looked up at the statue with him. "What do you mean? It is the Wild Earl of whom you are so fo—!!?
THE HEAD…IS GONE!!!
"T—T—The head of the Earl t—t—t—that I casted so p—p—precisely is—!!" My head quickly turned to the bumbling idiots.
"Hey, hey! We were working up until now!" Bard defended, frantically along with Mey-Rin. "Y—Yes, quite right! We could not have stolen the Earl's head!" she yelled. Finny only bowed repeatedly.
My eye twitched slowly. "That means…"
TTTTTAAAAANNNNAAAAKKKKAAAA!! (There should be a Mister somewhere…)
"!" I quickly realized the time and checked my pocket-watch. "I cannot deal with this now! It is time for afternoon tea. I will prepare it, so please do your utmost to search out Mister Tanaka!" I shouted at the servants, dashing off to the kitchen. They saluted.
Leaving matters in the hands of those good-for-nothings causes me no end of worry. I must return as soon as possible.
I opened the door quietly, with the tray of summer pudding and tea. I was greeted by the screaming face of the Wild Earl. Only to see the young master sleeping quiet comfortably in his chair, the Earl's head on his desk. I could only stare before hunching over in complete exhaustion.
"Really…Young master…" I strolled over to the gaped window and sighed. "You even left the window wide open…Despite my presence here, leaving yourself completely vulnerable will never do."
I sighed and smiled at my sleeping master. Useless servants. A mercurial master. Being a butler is far from easy. But I feel living in this manner is not too bad…for… I thought about the dinner I was to receive and 'her'. I laughed darkly and drew in a deep breath. "YOUNG MASTER! PLEASE WAKE UP! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO SNACK ON THE SLY!?"
"!!?"
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(Later that evening…)
I spread Ciel's sheets on his bed and smoothened them out with my hands. I cleaned this room from head to toe and scrubbed the floors. I felt proud of myself since I don't even do this at home…I looked up from my hard work to find Sebastian watching me and smiling. Tilting my head, I fluffed Ciel's pillows and placed them on his bed. I gazed up again and saw Sebastian watching me still. "Alright, are you gonna move along or do I have to call the yard?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips. Sebastian chuckled. "I was not even aware that this room was a mess, and I thank you for cleaning it up for me. I am in your debt." I rolled my eyes, trying to hide the blush on my face. "Well you can repay me by not watching me…You're really freaking me out, weirdo…" He chuckled once again.
"I knew I made the right choice in making you the head maid…Have a good night, Miss Louis…" Sebastian said, walking away. I looked down at my black maid's outfit.
"OOOHHH! SO THAT'S WHAT THE BLACK MEANT!? WHY AM I SO STUPID!?" I shouted.
OMG THAT WAS SO LONG!! BUT IT WAS WORTH IT, RIGHT!? Hope you all enjoyed the return of Louis, sure this chapter wasn't exactly ha-ha but it was still a good ride right? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW, ALERT, AND FAV THIS STORY! IT WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED! SEE YOU IN A FEW DAYS (OR A WEEK…WHICH EVER COMES FIRST! DEATH~!)