Okay guys, this is the last Black Butler chapter I'm doing for a while. I've got to get back to my TMNT stuff and finish some of that up.
Disclaimer: She owns nothing. You know, this would go a lot faster if you weren't making anime reviews.
Screw you! I like making reviews!
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EDIT: Updated for the new dub.
EDIT 2: Due to people being...people, and not reading past the first chapter, I have changed the Ciel character's name from Sarena to Cielle, thus fully making it a SebastianxCiel fic...does this make me a Yaoi author now?
Black Butler
Chapter 3: Her Butler, Omnipotent
The peaceful morning at Phantomhive manor was interrupted with a sudden "Nooooo! Ahhhh! Let me off right here-right here!" as a cart full of china with Grell Sutcliff on it sped through the corridors. The young mistress of the house was just sitting down for breakfast when the servants heard the cart coming and turned their heads to the door. The cart came bursting through the door towards Finni and landed with a loud crash. Both mistress and butler winced at the sound of expensive china breaking.
A pot of tea spilled onto Finni's shirt, who jumped up with a "Hot! Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!" Grell, who was in a daze from the crash, snapped out of it when he heard Finni yell. He rushed over to Finni.
"I'm so so sorry! I-I'll wipe it off!" He grabbed a napkin on the table, but accidently took the whole table cloth with it. The food Cielle was about to eat moved away from her as food spilled to the floor, leaving her with only a piece of meat on her fork. Grell freaked out as Bard and Mey-Rin stared in disapproval. How Grell even became a butler was beyond them, and their house had the greatest butler ever. Cielle sighed and put a hand to her temple.
"Mistress, why did you agree to take on such a useless idgit?" Bard whispered to her. She looked to her chef with a small glare.
"You're one to talk, Bard." She sighed again. "It didn't seem like such a bad idea." She thought back to when Madam Red had come to her about Grell.
"Oh, Cielle darling," she had said. "I have a problem. Grell is hopelessly incompetent! Could you do me a tiny favor and have Sebastian train him to be a decent butler? Can't refuse your favorite aunt. Can you?" She couldn't very well deny the only family she had left, now could she?
"I thought Sebastian would be the only one inconvenienced," the young countess said with a hand on her forehead. "I never expected that I would be affected by it as well…" The three servants glared at Grell.
"I'm so sorry for causing all this trouble. I simply don't know how I can apologize enough..." An idea came to his head. "Wait, that's it! The only thing I can do now is die!" He took a knife out of nowhere and placed it to his throat. "I shall atone with my death!" This shocked the three.
"Woah, calm down a second!" Bard yelled at him. Mey-Rin adjusted her glasses.
"Um, should we take the knife away...?" she asked. Sebastian placed a hand on the younger butler's shoulder.
"There is no need for that." He removed his hand as Grell put the knife down and looked at him. "Just think of the horrible mess you would make. It'd take hours to clean up all of the blood." Grell looked at him in longing.
"Thank you, Sebastian. you're so very kind…" The other three servants gathered together.
"That was kindness?" asked Bard. The other two shook their heads. Sebastian stood up, taking the unbroken tea pot with him.
"Now what I'd like to know, is how you could ever think it was acceptable to serve the mistress such weak tea," he said. "Watch me: a spoonful for each person and one more for the pot." He did so and poured water into the pot. "Finally, add half a pint of boiling water and let it steep until dark." As he spoke, Grell looked in awe and the three other servants took notes. This was advice from Sebastian after all. Sebastian placed the tea in front of Cielle, who proceeded to drink it. "Mistress, are you ready? It is almost time," he said, looking up from his pocket watch and closing it. "I have the carriage waiting for you in the front drive now."
"Fine," she replied, placing the tea cup down. Sebastian turned to the four other Phantomhive servants, who stood at attention.
"As for the rest of you, I want this place absolutely spotless, understand?" He turned to Grell. "Grell, perhaps you should just sit there and relax so you don't cause any more trouble." He turned to go, but remembered something and turned back. "And if you do decide to seek your eternal rest, please see to it outside, would you? And try not to make too big a mess."
"What generosity… What great kindness…" The younger butler replied.
In London, the streets were bustling as always. Paper boys yelled "Get ya paper here! All the latest news!"while passing out The Stars newspaper. "Prostitute mysteriously murdered!" A bell chimed as Cielle walked in wearing a dark blue cloak, hat, and black gloves, Sebastian following. The shop keeper looked up.
"Oh, hello girl. Did your mother send you for something?" Cielle glared at him slightly. Being as young as she was, many people were often mistaken with her intensions. Being a girl didn't help either. Sebastian stepped forward.
"Actually, she is here on her own business. We need to pick this up," he said with a smile. He handed the shopkeeper the order for it.
"Oh, you're here for thatwalking stick," he said turning to his drawers. Opening one, inside was a black cane with a silver handle."I was wondering who would have a use for one as short as this," Cielle twitched at the word "short". What had happened to her before she met Sebastian had traumatized her body and stopped her growth, and not just in height. The man handed the cane to Sebastian. "Naturally, I didn't think a chil—." All of a sudden, the end of the cane was pointed right at his face.
"Straight as an arrow. A magnificent stick indeed, good sir. I detect not a single bend," he said. The old shopkeeper looked like he almost soiled himself in shock. Sebastian placed a bag of money on the counter as he handed the cane to Cielle. "Keep the change. Good day." When they left, the old man fainted.
"That ridiculous strength of Finni's is a menace. How could someone accidentallybreak a walking stick? It's a pain to special order a new one," Cielle complained as she and Sebastian walked to her carriage.
"Certainly," Sebastian replied. "What a pity to go to all that trouble. You haven't even had a growth spurt in years." She glared at him. "And speaking of trouble, I don't know how well Grell is going to work out. We shouldn't stay away for too long."
"Look, Mama," Sebastian heard as they passed a toy store. It was a little boy with his mother. "It's the brand new rabbit toy from Funtom! See?"
'The Funtom Company. With strong financial support from the wealthy and the petite bourgeoisie alike, and thanks to its bold business expansion practices Funtom is Great Britain's leading confection and toy manufacturer. With never before seen, novel product concepts, it has achieved rapid growth in just under three years.' Sebastian turned his head back to his mistress and smiled. 'You see its name here and there in Greater London every day. However…no one would guess that the head of the company is among the children who love its toys.'
"The Funtom Company… The maker of toys and confections has grown rapidly in the last three years. And this estate testifies to the company's prosperity!" Everyone was in the gardens waiting for Cielle and Sebastian to return, while Grell trimmed the hedges. "The manor is magnificent, don't you think?" Grell proclaimed.
"You know it's only been around for about two years now," said Bard who was lounging nearby. This confused Grell.
"What? But it looks so stately and dignified…"
"Of course it does, that was the intension," replied Tanaka. "This manor was specifically built to be an exact replica of the previous one. It is identical in every single detail. From the window panes, to the stairways, and even the cracks in the pillars."
"Identical?" the young butler asked.
"The original Phantomhive manor burned down three years ago. The entire estate was engulfed in flames. It was a great tragedy."
"Oh, oh I see. Forgive me for asking, but Mistress Cielle's parents, did they…?"
"Yes. Sadly, they both perished in the fire. "
"How terrible, that poor girl," Grell replied, returning to the hedges. Mey-Rin screamed. She pointed at the hedges and everyone realized that Grell had trimmed the entire mansion's garden shrubbery into skulls.
"Why are they all skulls?" asked Bard.
"No, not again! I've made yet another unacceptable mistake!" said Grell. He ran over to a ladder and noose he had prepared in advance and stuck his head through the noose. "I can't go on any longer!" The other three ran over to him.
"Quit tryin' to die all the time!" yelled Bard.
"But I have to, it's the only way to redeem my honor!" he replied. Two hands pulled away the ladder, leaving Grell hanging.
"Grell!" The three yelled.
Sometime later, Sebastian pulled the carriage up to the front of the manor and let Cielle out.
"We have arrived home mistress. I'm sure you're tired. I'll prepare tea for you immediately," he said as he lead her up the front steps and opened the door. Just before she stepped inside, she stopped and stared, dumbfounded at her pallor. He looked at her, confused. "What's the matter?—" He stopped when he saw the inside of the manor. It was now decorated with hearts, streamers, bunnies, and everything that would make it be described as…cute.
"My mansion!…" she whispered in shock.
"What happened to this place?" Sebastian asked. "Why it's a disaster." All of a sudden, the three servants rushed to him, Bard and Finni dressed as a baby and rabbit respectively, and tackled him.
"Sebastian! Sebastian!"
"What is going on here? And why on earth are you two dressed like lunatics?" He pulled the three off of him, Mey-Rin having obviously used the confusion to tackle the butler.
"He's crazy! Crazy!" exclaimed Bard, pointing at the door they had run out of.
"Who is crazy?"Cielle asked. She turned to the door as she heard a gagging noise. When she and Sebastian peeked inside, they saw Grell hanging from a noose around his neck with an orange bonnet on his head. "What are you doing now?" she demanded as she and the others entered.
"At the moment I believe I'm in the process of dying, Mistress Cielle," he replied weakly. Cielle sighed with annoyance.
"Get him down, Sebastian."
"Yes, miss."
Just as he was about the get the younger butler down, a bright orange blur ran past him yelling "Cielle!" and tackled the poor girl, knocking her hat and cane down. It was a boy the countess's age with short blond hair and green eyes dressed in bright orange. "Cielle, you're back! I missed you so much!" He exclaimed crushing her.
"Damion, what a surprise!" He pulled away.
"Oh, how many times do I have to tell you, call me "Dami"!" he said to the now disheveled girl before proceeding to hug her again. "Oh, your really are just the cutest thing ever, aren't you! Darling girl, I could just eat you up!" Sebastian walked over to him, clutching Grell by his collar.
"Lord Damion." Damion left the countess to regain her breath as he turned to the butler. "It has been quite some time since we saw you last, sir."
"Oh, hello Sebastian. How are you?" He bowed slightly before noticing Grell. "Oh, you took him down?"
"Yes. He detracted from the beauty of the room."
"Ah, but I made such a lovely decoration out of him!"
"A decoration?" Damion turned to the room.
"Yes! Just look at it all, isn't the salon so cute now?" he asked. Cielle, just noticing, stared in shock again.
"My mansion…It's so pink..."
"From now on, only cutest things belong in the Phantomhive manor!" he declared. "Don't you agree, Antoinette?" Who was he talking about? That thought went through Cielle's head until she turned and saw Tanaka in a blond curly wig.
"Oh, And Tanaka?" Sebastian asked to himself.
"And I have a present for you, too." When Sebastian turned to him in confusion…"Here" …The boy placed a pink bonnet of his head. The other servants started snickering at the sight of him. "You're always dressed in black, I thought this would be a nice change! What do you think?" Cielle just stared in horror at the sight of her butler, herdemon butler, wearing pink. The three servants stood at attention as Sebastian glared at them before knocking them out before they could blink, leaving them in a bloody mess.
"I am deeply honored that you went to so much trouble for a humble servant. You're generosity overwhelms me." He bowed to the younger boy, no doubt internally wanting to strangle him. At least that's what Cielle thought.
"Happy to help!" Damion replied.
"In any event, Dami," said Cielle, getting his attention. "What are you doing here? Your mother didn't let you come alone?" Damion ran to her and grabbed her hands.
"I sneaked away because I wanted to see you, silly!" He hugged her again.
"You sneaked away? Don't you think you'll get in trouble? You know your health isn't…"
"Neither is yours, and yet you're alright. Mine's not as bad, so I'll be fine." Grell looked at them, confused as he straightened his glasses.
"Er…Sebastian, who is this boy?" He asked.
"He is the son of the Marques of Scotney," Sebastian answered. "His full Christian name is Lord Damion Eden Conrad Midford of Scotney."
"Scotney Ede Mion Conraaa…" said Grell, trying to say the boy's full name.
"He is actually my young mistress's betrothed of several years," Sebastian explained bluntly.
"Ah, her fiancé. Yes, of course." Grell nodded. The other three servants, however, were shocked.
"Mistress…"
"Marrying…"
"Him?"
"Lord Damion is of the nobility, after all. He is the son of a marquess. Nobles marry other nobles. That is how it works," Sebastian continued.
"Oh, I know!" exclaimed Damion, having finally let go of Cielle. "Now that the manor is decorated so prettily, why don't we have a ball tonight!" Cielle cringed. She tried to avoid parties whenever possible. He grabbed the girl. "I can be your escort and we'll dance around all night long!" He twirled around with the girl. "Isn't that a wonderful idea?" He hugged her again.
"A ball? No—"He wouldn't listen to the girl.
"You wear the clothes I picked out for you, won't you? Pretty please, they'll be so cute on you!" Cielle cringed again. Cute was something she did NOT like, in her home, on her servants, and especially not on her person.
"Listen, I don't want to—" Damion whirled away from her.
"And of course, I'll be dressed in my most stylish as well!" He grabbed Grell by the noose that was still around his neck. "You come with me, I want to make you even cuter than you already are!" He dragged him out of the room.
"Wait! I said no ball!" Cielle yelled right before the door closed.
Cielle sat in her chair in her study with her head in her arms, having her fiancé over was always exhausting. She gave out a sigh as Sebastian prepared her tea, the bonnet long since thrown into some random fireplace.
"Lord Damion is the son of the Midford Marquessate, the family into which Lady Francis, the younger sister of the previous head of this family, married. There is nothing to be done. You cannot brusquely turn your fiancé away," he said. Cielle sat up.
"I didn't want to become his fiancée. I was forced to."
"Regardless, I believe the wisest is to go along with his plan. I don't think he is going to listen to reason."
"Can't you just give him some tea or something and get him out of here." She said as Sebastian placed her tea in front of her. "I don't have the time for a stupid ball or to go along with his girlish hobbies." Sebastian smirked at the irony of that sentence, but didn't comment.
"My lady, Lord Damion would like a dance. You cannot refuse him" Cielle just lifted the tea cup, turning her head away from her butler. "Mistress?"
"What now?"
"I know I've never seen you dance before, but I assume that you can?" She simply hid her face behind a nearby group of papers she held up to look at. "Oh, I see." He turned to cut a slice of the cake he had prepared. "Well, that explains why you're always such a wallflower at social engagements. Going so far as to avoid anyone who seems to want to dance with you." It was true, she spent most of the time hiding behind Sebastian, when she wasn't making business acquaintances. Rather, she talked business with current ones, as new ones would want to dance.
"I have too much work to do," she replied, putting her cup down. "I don't have time to waste on dancing—" Sebastian took the papers from her.
"With all due respect." He was close to her face now, making her feel a little uncomfortable and her face warm. "Dancing is a necessary skill for a person of your position to possess. In your line of work mistress, social contracts are important to maintain." She turned her head away as he placed a slice of Orchard Fruit Cake in front of her. "The world expects any noble lady to possess even rudimentary dance skills. If you turn down too many invitations simply because you cannot dance, your reputation in high society will suffer greatly. Likewise, the same will happen if you refuse any gentleman a dance. You cannot simply hide behind me forever…" Cielle sighed. When Sebastian was like this, there was no use arguing. He always made a valid point.
"Fine, I'll do it! Now stop the lecture." Sebastian pulled away. "Call me in a private tutor or something. Mrs. Bright or Mrs. Rodkins should work well enough." Sebastian took out his pocket watch.
"We don't have sufficient time to call in a tutor for you, my lady. A pretense of skill is enough for today, so let us have you master the waltz, a basic ballroom dance."
"Who would you have teach me? Any way you look at it, the residents here out of the question…"
"There is only one option…" He closed his pocket watch and put on a charming smile. "With your permission, I will be your dance instructor."
"Don't be ridiculous! I'm not going to take dancing instruction from my butler! Besides, do you even know how to dance?"
"The Viennese waltz is my specialty. I was a guest at Schonbrunn Palace in Vienna from time to time." This shocked the girl. Who was her butler before she met him to receive such an invitation? He offered his hand to her, snapping her out of her shock. "Now if you would do me the honor, my lady. May I have this dance?"
"Let's begin, as a lady you start the first step on your toe." Cielle was now standing in front of Sebastian as he placed her hand on his upper arm. "Be sure to keep your hand firmly, but gently upon the gentleman's arm." He placed his hand on her lower back and, with the other, grasped her other hand. "When the music starts, the gentleman will lead with his left foot. You will follow with your right." Cielle looked a bit uneasy at this. She had once been a ballet prodigy, but those skills were long forgotten and she had never been good at social dancing, which is why her parents gave up teaching her shortly before the fire. "Now." Sebastian stepped back and Cielle followed his steps, stepping on his foot in the process. 'Next, we'll try a Natural Turn." Sebastian spun them around. "Slide your foot backward, like this." She did and tripped over her own foot, clinging to her butler for support. Luckily, she kept herself up. Sebastian stopped and sighed, obviously knowing that this was going nowhere at the moment. "Your natural ability for dancing isn't so much lacking as it is none existent, my lady. You cannot simply cling for dear life on to your dance partner." That was quite a blow to her ego, but he was right, not that she'd admit it. "Listen young mistress. It is said that "social dancing begins and ends with the waltz." You must dance formally and with elegance." Sebastian removed his hand from hers and gripped her cheek, pulling gently. "Most importantly, you need to wipe that gloomy look off of your face. The gentleman will take it as an insult." He pulled a bit more. "Now, let's have a smile. Pretend that it's fun." She had had enough.
"Let me go!" she slapped his hand away. Sebastian looked at her, looking a little shocked as he pulled his hand away.
"Mistress…" She turned away from him.
"I can't smile…" She began fiddling with the ring on her index finger, a habit she had picked up two years ago. "…I forgot how…just like my old skills...I don't know how to pretend like I'm having fun…not anymore..."
"How…awful. This is the most humiliating outfit ever…" Grell was dressed in a white dress and bow, looking at himself in a mirror. Bard was dressed as a school girl, Finni as a cat maid, and Tanaka as an Asian empress. Bard patted the butler on the shoulder, feeling sympathetic him.
"I think you're going to have to make peace with it," he said. Grell wasn't listening.
"This dress, it's atrocious. So white and girly and frilly…If I have to dress up, why can't it be in a sexy shade of red, with a waistline that would flatter my figure?"
"That's your problem with it?" Bard asked.
"I can't live with a shame as deep as this" Grell ran to the window and opened it. "No, I'd rather die…!" He was about to step out when he noticed the others weren't trying to stop him. He looked back at them. "Uh,Y-You aren't going to try to stop me this time?"
"Blue is defiantly Cielle's color. It will look so good on her!" Damion said as Mey-Rin tied the ribbon around his neck. "You should see the clothes I found. I got them today in London. They're great! She'll look divine!" Mey-Rin finished and pulled away. "Now, time to get you dressed up. I'll make you look so adorable!" He moved to pull off Mey-Rin's glasses. The maid panicked and backed away from the young lord.
"I'm really farsighted. I can't see anything without my glasses, milord!" exclaimed Mey-Rin. Damion rushed over to her.
"You don't have to see people to have fun. Now hand those over, silly!" He reached to take her glasses.
"No, no, no, please!
"Just leave her alone." The two looked up towards the staircase. There stood Cielle in the blue dress and hat Damion got her. Sebastian stood behind her with her cane, dressed in a fancier version of his normal attire.
"Cielle! You look adorable!" Damion exclaimed running up to the girl as she came down the stairs. He grabbed her and spun her around, knocking her hat off her head. "That outfit is absolutely perfect!" He noticed that Cielle still had her sapphire ring on. "Cielle, why aren't you wearing the ring I brought you?" he asked, clearly upset. "It matches your clothing perfectly, now where did it go?" Cielle pulled away from him.
"The ring I already have on will work." He wasn't listening.
"No! I went to so much trouble and that ring isn't cute at all!" He started to cry. "Oh, why wouldn't you wear the ring that I picked out specially for you? You're so cruel! I just want everything to be perfect for our lovily ball and your ruining all my plans." Cielle sighed. Her cousin got too emotional about all this cute junk.
"That's not it. Dami, this ring is—" She started. Damion stopped crying.
"Ha, fooled you!" He grabbed the ring off her finger before she could do anything to stop him. "It's mine now!"
"Dami!"
"This is a bit too big for you! The one I bought will fit perfectly. Just put it on and—"he stared holding up the ring.
"Give it back!" Damion flinched as he heard Cielle yell. He hadn't heard her yell like that before, full of anger, it scared him. The other servants were shocked as well. The young countess held out her hand. "Give me that ring, now Damion." A glare was marred on her face.
"Wh-Why are you so angry at me? I just...wanted…" Cielle's glared narrowed even more. "What's wrong? I just wanted to make everything look adorable, that's all! So why-why are you so angry?" He threw the ring to the ground. "I hate this ring! Take it!" As the ring hit the floor, the sapphire shattered. Something inside Cielle snapped. She ran to her cousin and raised her hand to slap him, but it was caught by a gloved hand. Damion opened his eyes, having closed them when she raised her hand. Cielle turned, Sebastian was keeping her hand raised.
"Mistress…" He handed her her cane, holding her back as she began to calm down, her butler having distracted her from her anger. "You forgot the walking stick we went to some much trouble to get." Damion was tearing up a bit from fear. Sebastian stood between the two and bowed to him. "Forgive my mistress, Lord Damion, but that ring was something very important to her." Damion stopped sobbing and looked up at him. "It's a precious heirloom passed down to the head of the Phantomhive family. My mistress is the first female to ever wear it. She's grown quite attached to it. It's truly one of a kind." Damion's eyes widened, he hadn't known. "Please try to understand why this upset her."
"It… It was that important? And I destroyed it… ?" He asked. Cielle picked up the remains of the ring and walked towards the window. "Cielle, please I…" She ignored him as she threw the ring out the window, surprising everyone. Damion ran to the window. "Cielle, wait, what are you doing?" She walked away from the window.
"It doesn't matter. It was nothing but an old ring, after all," she said. "even without it…" she stopped. "I'm still the head of the Phantomhives! And that won't change!" Sebastian smiled at his mistress, silently agreeing. Cielle walked back over to Damion, who was bawling his eyes out. "How long are you going to cry?" He looked up.
"I-I'm so sorry…" Cielle placed her hat back on her head.
"Your face is a mess." She pulled a handkerchief out of her sash and dried his tears. "Completely unsuitable for a gentleman." She placed the handkerchief on his nose so he could blow. "How could I possible accept a gentleman, with a runny nose and puffy eyes,'s invitation to dance?…" Damion looked up from the chief.
"To dance?…" Just then, violin music began to play. They turned to see Sebastian at the top of the stairs, playing the instrument. The servants watched in awe.
"He's incredible!" said Mey-Rin.
"He plays the violin? Is there anything he can't do?" said Finni. Was their butler perfect or what? Grell suddenly got an idea.
"Ah, I'll join him!" He ran to the stairs, stopped by them, and began to sing. The servants were shocked. Grell could actually do something well?
"What the hell? He can actually sing!" exclaimed Bard. Damion, distracted by the music, was brought back when Cielle held out her hand in front of him.
"So then, we are agreed?" she asked. "We'll forget our cares and dance the night away. It's decided." He was so happy, Cielle was smiling. He hadn't seen her smile in a long time.
"Yes!" He took her hand and they proceeded to dance to the music the two butlers made. Finni was even dancing with Tanaka, while Mey-Rin appeared to be thinking about what it'd be like the dance with Sebastian. Damion couldn't be happier and Cielle actually looked like she was having fun.
That evening, Damion was asleep in a carriage bound for his home. Grell, Sebastian, and the other servants, now back in their normal clothes, stood outside it.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure he gets home safely. You can count on me!" he said.
"Are you sure?" Bard asked, a little wary of having the young butler out on his own.
"Indeed. I'm more deadly efficient than I appear." He walked to Sebastian and grasped his hands. "Thank you so much, Sebastian. I'm in your debt. You've taught me a lot about what it means to be a butler! They say that before a person dies, his life flashes before him." He said letting his hands go, not noticing that Sebastian had an annoyed look on his face. "And I know that when I see the light of death, this momentous evening is what will appear to me in my dying vision!"
"Ha, interesting that youwould say that." he muttered about the irony of the suicidal butler's words.
"That's true. He hasn't been very good at dying so far, has he?" asked Mey-Rin.
As Grell left with Damion in the carriage, Cielle complained to Sebastian. "It's finally over, what a horrible day it's been." The butler was currently finishing putting her nightgown on her so she could sleep.
"You seemed to be enjoying yourself for a while there, my lady," he replied as she sat on the bed.
"Don't be so foolish." It had just been an act for Damion. She moved touch her ring, but remembered that it was gone.
"Am I the fool here?" Cielle glared at him as he kneeled before her. "I know the importance of this ring, especially given you're position." He placed his hands over hers. "And yet you put on that act for Lord Damion..." When he removed his hand, the ring was there, completely intact. Cielle gasped in surprise and looked at him. He was smiling. "If I couldn't do this much for my mistress, well than what kind of butler would I be? But you should take care. It is precious, this ring. It has seen so much." He stood again
"That is true… It's always there, this ring has seen the deaths of many masters," she replied, her eyes sad as she touched the ring. "My grandfather, my father, and eventually the ring will witness my own death as well." She closed her eyes as Sebastian reached over and untied her hair from its braid. "It's heard the dying screams of the Phantomhive family for generation upon generation." She placed her hands in her hair. "When I close my eyes, I hear them too… voices echoing in my head…" The young girl drew her knees to her chest. ""If I throw the ring away, I won't have to listen to them screaming anymore." At least that's what I believed. Ridiculous, yes?" Sebastian then noticed the moon from the window.
"My, look how high the moon has risen." He proceeded to tuck his young mistress into bed. Her back turned to him. "You must get some rest, miss. Don't want to make yourself ill, do you?." He almost sounded like he actually cared for her well being. He took the candelabra, and walked to the door.
"Sebastian." He stopped at the sound of her voice. "Stay with me, until I fall asleep."He turned back to her.
"Goodness, are you displaying weakness in front of me now?" She tensed.
"Just a simple order." He smirked and stood by her bedside, kneeling down to her.
"I will stay here. I am by your side forever, mistress. Until the end…" She fell fast asleep at the demon's words. He walked out of her room and closed the door, thinking about her opposing earlier words.
'I'm still the head of the Phantomhive! And that won't change!, Stay with me.' Sebastian placed a hand to his face and when he removed it, there was a smirk. How delightful it was to know she only showed weakness to him alone. Oh, the irony of it all. He chuckled and turned to walk down the hallway.
'Now… I must prepare for tomorrow.' He thought as the darkness engulfed the candle light.
Hope you liked it, I'll continue eventually, sometime before summer I can promise you that. Also, I got rid of the prologue chapter because it doesn't really fit anymore now that I've read the third volume in English.
Finally we can get back to my stories, I'll go tell my brothers. runs to a phone
sighs read and review. Later!