FW17 here uploading another chapter.
I forgot to say in the previous chapter, that I do not own Kuroshitsuji, its characters, affiliates, or story line. Thanks!
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Chapter 1
The Reaper, Paid
Ciel
Ciel Phantomhive rubbed his temples to release some of his tension. His bethroed, Lady Elizabeth Middleford had just left after a week-long visit. And, though he loved his wife-to-be dearly, he was glad to get rid of the pink accessories that had been hung around the mansion. He was going to tell Sebastian to cancel everything for tomorrow. He needed to take a day off now and then, and he was simply too tired to do anything.
A knock came at the door. Figuring it to be the demon in question, Ciel called "Come in." He laced his fingers together and rested the back of his head on the chair. The door slammed open, and the Earl jumped. Sebastian never slammed doors open. He whirled around. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?" An all too familiar reaper strutted into the office his red coat flowing behind him.
"I, dear boy, have come here to collect." Grell was smirking, trying to make himself intimidating. Ciel wasn't impressed. "I do not owe you anything," the boy simply replied suppressing his hatred for the man in front of him. Grell smiled triumphantly. "Ah but you see, that is where you are wrong," he giggled as he waved the chainsaw at Ciel
Sebastian
The butler of Phantomhive was whistling to himself as he climbed the staircase to his master's study. He was in an unusually good mood today for some unknown reason. Everything was running smoothly in the manor for once, which made his job easier today.
He rapped on the oak door. "Come in…." his master called, almost reluctantly. However, Sebastian's smile never left his face….until he opened the door. "Sebas-channnn!" His good mood dissipated immediately. That voice…what was he doing here…?
He was suddenly tackled by a red blur, though, somehow, remarkably he was able to remain standing. He sighed, and looked at his young master who was pinching the bridge of his nose in stress. Taking the situation in, Sebastian assumed what his master wanted. "Would you like me to dispose of him," he asked monotonic. His master didn't reply.
Carefully, he looked down at the reaper currently attached to his arm. Grell was looking up at him with huge puppy dog eyes as he nuzzled Sebastian's hand. "Oh Sebby," he said in a sing-song voice. "I have missed you so much. Have you missed me? Cause you know I have missed youuuuuuuu ~ 3"
"Sebastian…" Ciel mumbled under his breath. The butler's head popped up. "Yes, my lord?" Ciel muttered something incoherent. "I'm sorry sir, what was that?" His master took a deep breath. "When we rescued Elizabeth from the doll maker, …do you remember that Sebastian?" "Yes, sir," he replied. "I do believe that he," Sebastian raised his arm with the reaper still attached to it. "came with us on that particular voyage." Ciel nodded. "Yes Sebastian," he sighed. "However, to get Grell's help on that case, I had to promise him something. And it has been drawn to my attention, that that debt has not yet been repaid." Sebastian didn't like where this was going, but he didn't let that nervousness creep into his voice. "And what would that be?" What Ciel said, hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Starting at 7:00 tomorrow morning, I order you Sebastian to be Grell's personal butler for 24 hours."
Sebby's probably like 'Oh Crap' right now.
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