Sebastian's POV

I couldn't help but chuckle slightly when I strolled into the young mistress's room with her breakfast ready on a trolley. Tucked into bed was the young mistress and her new muscle teddy bear. I could already imagine her shriek and the nosebleed following that when I woke her. Damn that was cruel. Doing all that just to have a good laugh.

But it had to be done.

A devious smirk found its way onto my face as I pulled back the curtains of the window directly facing the young mistress's bed. "Young Mistress, it's time to wake up. You have a meeting with the client over lunch today."

Grumbling, she lazily lifted a hand to flip me off before cuddling back into her heat source and away from the light. Then she froze. I could see the gears in her head turning as she struggled to process her environment.

Opening one initially lazy eye, she came face to face with a wall of muscles that she had been cuddling. Her other eye and both began to widen. I could see her thoughts flowing through her head, in one side and out the other. It would go something like: Oh, look, a wall. Wait. I don't sleep next to a wall. My bed is in the fucking centre of the room. Look! Muscles. Abs. Mmmmm. Uhh. Uh oh.

I placed one hand over my mouth in an attempt to stop myself from laughing when she slowly tilted her head up to see what she had been sleeping against all night. Unfortunately, her reaction was too priceless, eyes widening and jaw dropping, and I burst out into a small laugh (no butler would be that impolite to burst out into a loud laugh), still covering my mouth as she gave a loud shriek before her nose started bleeding and she fainted.

That was hilarious. I wish I had a camera with me.

Luckily for me, the young mistress's shriek had woke her cuddle buddy as well, who looked quite curious at the fainted young mistress and the blood dripping out of the side of her nose.

Ah. I could see why the young mistress had put on such a spectacular show. Sir Crocodile seems to have slept half naked. And those were some beautiful abs he had. And I knew how much of an abs fetish the young mistress had. Young love.

As soon as Sir Crocodile had got out of his sleepy daze, I quickly ushered him into the bathroom to freshen up while I worked on awakening the young mistress from her faint. When the man was out of eye and ear-shot, I quickly made my way over to the young mistress. Bending over, I quietly whispered in her ear, "Ace got fat."

Before I could react, the young mistress had jumped out of bed and punched me straight in the face. "WHAT?"

She leapt out of her bed, ran to her bedroom's computer, switched it on and there he was, Portgas , Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, in all his perfect glory and a very suggestive pose, exposing all his beautiful abs on her 22 inch computer screen. The young mistress gave the picture a quickly scan before giving a relief sigh, holding one hand over her heart and the other busy stroking her computer screen. "Don't do that, Sebastian! You nearly killed me!"

Nursing my slightly bruised face, I smiled and nodded. Yup, that was the young mistress for you. Always ready to defend her beloved muscle men.

Coincidentally, Sir Crocodile stepped out of the young mistress's bathroom, (thankfully) fully dressed. He caught sight of the large picture of the commander on the young mistress's screen, raised one eyebrow and gave a disgusted grunt. "Isn't that the rowdy new supernova? The one that just join that stupid old man's crew?"

To which the young mistress snapped back, "Don't say that about my beloved! "

And promptly snapped her hand over her mouth in horror as a dangerous scowl appeared on Sir Crocodile's face.

Still smiling, I gave a quick bow to the young mistress before turning to leave. "I'll have to wake the rest and start with their breakfast. I will see you later, young mistress."

Ah, young love.

I proceeded to quickly wake the rest of the warlords (some of them evidently not morning people), before heading down to the kitchens. Deciding to whip up some waffles, since there were quite a lot of people to feed, I immediately grabbed the ingredients as necessary, occasionally stopping to listen to the screams of terror coming from above.

"Stop that! That's my favourite poster!"

"NO! MY PLUSHIE!"

"DAMN YOU REPTILE!"

Humming to myself, I served up the first batch of ready waffles as the rest of the Shichibukai begun to gather round the dinner table

The Shichibukai spared a curious glance upwards as the turmoil slowly subsided when the young mistress finally came stomping down the stairs, her face looking like hell itself and her hand wrapped firmly around her Ghost gun. She stopped on the stairs, scowled at me, turned to fire a few shots at the smug looking Shichibukai following behind her, to no avail, before continuing down the stairs.

Muttering to herself, she noticed the only two empty chairs left were next to each other, her scowl darkened and she turned to throw me a death look. "Damn you, bastard marine."

I placed my hand over my heart as I dished out another stack of waffles to the fishman warlord. Being called a marine was the highest level of insult, as according to the young mistress. "You wound me, young mistress. I did nothing but serve breakfast."

Her reaction was instantaneous. She exploded, grabbing the nearest thing she could find, which happened to be the jar of syrup, and hurled it at me with such verocity. "You set this up!"

She huffed back down on her seat as I calmly dodged the projectile, and the jar went crashing into the wall behind (leaving a sticky and difficult mess to clean), but when her bed buddy plopped down in the seat next to her, she quickly shot up, grabbed her chair and started walking away, instead choosing to seat next to Doflamingo at the other end of the table. The rest of the Shichibukai actually looked actually quite stunned at the amount of destructive power the young mistress had.

And if I was correct, Sir Crocodile looked quite hurt that the young mistress chose to sit next to Mr. Doflamingo, but quickly hid it under a mask of indifference. Or it could just be my wild imagination. Silly old me.

"Sebastian, waffles." Looks like I have been partially forgiven already, seeing that the young mistress isn't plain out ignoring me.

The same doesn't seem to be going for the young mistress's bed buddy. The young mistress was completely ignored the presence of Sir Crocodile at the table, instead, concentrating on her waffles drizzled with chocolate. And all of a sudden, one particular question popped up that was quite unexpected.

The shadow Shichibukai, who had been surprisingly quiet all morning (to be fair he was more nocturnal) raised an issue that the rest had been slowly coming to terms with. "Say, where exactly are we anyway?"

deadpanned. "I see it hasn't penetrated your thick skull that we're no longer on the Grand Line."

"And that we do not know who our host or her parents are, and what they do, but she knows us." Added Mr. Jimbei.

"And that Crocky shared a room with someone who he doesn't know. Fufufu." To which the said Shichibukai merely flipped him off.

Almost simultaneously, all the Shichibukai's glazes all fell on the young mistress.

The young mistress merely snapped her vision back up, glared hard at Mr. Doflamingo, and snapped, "Do not mention his name at this table," before she returned to picking at her breakfast.

The room was awkwardly silent for a few good seconds, before the young mistress probably had enough. She smashed down her fork and knife, flipped them off and stomped off. The rest of the warlords turned to look at Sir Crocodile. He merely scowled. "What?"

I chuckled. This was a hilarious situation. Clearing my throat a little, I quickly explained everything, from the young mistress name, to how she would prefer to be addressed by them, where they were as, where the Master and Mistress were, along with the rest of said necessary information. After all, they are relatively important guests, especially so in this household.

"Fufufu, that girl? A weapons innovator? A little hard to believe, eh?"

The blue warlord seemed a bit shocked. "Vii's parents are weapon manufacturers?" To which I replied, "The largest one in the Americas."

Crocodile looked disturbed. "But Vii seems almost harmless. How could she possibly think up of weapons, of all things?"

I smiled. Everyone would say that. Even the US Army General who visited to examine some new products was sceptical until the young mistress drew up a rough sketch of her plans for a new missile launcher on the spot. Then they were convinced.

While they were processing the information, I silently pulled Sir Crocodile aside into the kitchen. He had done something wrong and he needed to fix it.

I put it very bluntly, although it's not becoming of a butler. But this was serious. "You made the young mistress angry. Fix it before the client comes or she'll throw an even worse temper later. And then the Master and Mistress would be angry as well. "

He raised one eyebrow. "I know. What do you propose I do?"

Wow. I was sincerely surprised. And I was right. If he did want to apologize met he had to kind of like the young mistress at the very least. The young mistress sure was lucky. If not, I would have to exterminate him for breaking the young mistress's heart. I mean, Crocodile was second top on her most loved list.

But even if he did have the young mistress's favour, Sir Crocodile would still have to pay the price of making the young mistress upset in the first place. Perhaps if I let slip what happened?

A semi evil smirk (butlers can't be completely evil) found it's way onto my face. Master and Mistress aren't going to be pleased.

From my corner all the way at the other end of the enormous room better known as the young mistress's bedroom, I could already see Crocodile starting to sweat slightly, beads of perspiration forming on his brow. He was nervous, I give him that. Having to deal with the young mistress was already a deal with the devil, but having to deal with an upset young mistress was already getting a one way ticket to hell. If this plan didn't work, not only would Crocodile be most likely ripped to shreds and eaten, but the young mistress would continue to be upset.

But I was very certain that the plan would work. Very certain.

The house was dead quiet, not that it wasn't already normal, but the silence seemed to cause Crocodile to feel edgy.

Finally, after 15 minutes of torturous waiting (purposely, of course), I finally gave the green light to Crocodile to go ahead with the plan. The half-naked man rolled his eyes. "It's so hot that I think I'm going to take my shirt off." He droned, and for that instance, I wasn't certain that the young mistress would fall for that tone of voice.

But the situation proved itself worthy of an award, when suddenly, all I heard was a sonic boom beside my ear, and the next moment I peeked inside the bedroom, I saw a very awkward looking Sir Crocodile, and the elated young mistress happily helping herself to a generous serving of abs.

She seemed overjoyed, rubbing her cheek against his abs and chest, mumbling forgiveness and happiness, before finally falling asleep from all the stress and unhappiness, still clinging to the man, who calmed down significantly after getting used to the situation.

Sir Crocodile himself knew that he would probably be unable to pry off the hungry abs shark anytime soon, and instead, resigned himself to dragging him and his new koala to the enormous bed, setting himself down, shifting the young mistress to a more comfortable position against his chest, before promptly falling asleep to the young mistress's soft breathing, and alike, the young mistress to his heavy and deep breathes. Unconsciously, Sir Crocodile moved his arms to wrap around the young mistress, pulling her closer to him, of which, in response, the young mistress proceeded to snuggle closer.

SNAP!

New photo captured.

Sebastian gave a seemingly innocent smirk before softly closing the door behind him, the small camera now safely tucked under his coat.

Master and Mistress would definitely not be happy.