Ayame Maaka: "Sorry guys I was late, but I've had a lot of homework; and have been bombarded with tests lately." Happy sixteenth birthday to me! "I don't own Kuroshitsuji, only my OC character, and her bubbly sister. ~ Please Review "This chapter celebrates Ayame's birthday, and gives some past background."
Ayame got up extra early this morning, in truth she was a bit of a night owl though she also enjoyed twilight hours. Today was the Ides of March her day of birth. 'Beware the Ides of March' was a popular phrase many cite, from the play on Caesar's murder by envious Roman politicians. In truth it was a foreboding day in history. Ayame shook her head; no she wasn't going to linger on this. She recites the Morning Prayer,
Sh'ma Yis'ra'eil Adonai Eloheinu Adonai echad.
Hear, Israel, the Lord is our God, the Lord is One.
In an undertone:
Barukh sheim k'vod malkhuto l'olam va'ed.
Blessed be the Name of His glorious kingdom forever and ever.
V'ahav'ta eit Adonai Elohekha b'khol l'vav'kha uv'khol naf'sh'kha uv'khol m'odekha.
And you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might.
V'hayu had'varim ha'eileh asher anokhi m'tzav'kha hayom al l'vavekha.
And these words that I command you today shall be in your heart.
V'shinan'tam l'vanekha v'dibar'ta bam
And you shall teach them diligently to your children, and you shall speak of them
b'shiv't'kha b'veitekha uv'lekh't'kha vaderekh uv'shakh'b'kha uv'kumekha
when you sit at home, and when you walk along the way, and when you lie down and when you rise up.
Uk'shar'tam l'ot al yadekha v'hayu l'totafot bein einekha.
And you shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be for frontlets between your eyes.
Ukh'tav'tam al m'zuzot beitekha uvish'arekha.
And you shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates.
After she'd finished, there was a knock on the door. "Might I come in?" "Yes." Sebastian waltzed into her bedchambers.* "What is it Sebastian?" Ayame asked, still yet to rid herself of slumbers' hold. "I heard you praying the Morning Prayer, and went to prepare some breakfast for you." Sebastian explained. "Such a lovely singing voice, you have milady." The butler had a pensive look on his flawless face. "Thank you." The blood red flower managed to mutter. She took some of the scones, and the tea the demon butler had prepared.
"Now then, milady Ciel made his departure late last night, but he will be back before seven o' clock weather permitting." He paused for breath. "The others have also gone to do their own errands." He smirks suggestively, "What shall we do to pass the time, until then milady?" He'd pinned her against the door frame. Ayame flushed, she had recalled a similar occurrence that she'd thought she had long since banished from her memory. "I've no idea what your implying, Sebastian." She took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down. "I just hope it isn't something I would call perverse." She continued. "I'd rather not use violence against your advances." Ayame threatened. "Oh?" Sebastian said. This was rather amusing, this girl thinking she could beat him into submission.
"I know pressure points Sebastian and so, I'd rather not use it." "See I know very well, the physical advantage you have against me, I assume a mental one also." "The strategy I choose to use in close combat generally is to manipulate the person's vital points on their body. By using pressure points, you can get within close striking range, and avoid injury by using surprise. You might be able to access other parts of the body by blocking the life-force on certain areas. Then you can let the person's body cave in from the center of their being." Ayame finished.
"You know you've made two mistakes." Sebastian replied. "First off you do not go telling your strategies to people, you intend to fight up against." "Secondly, you talk way too much." He pressed against her and raised her chin so that her face was looking into his devilish rusty red and brown eyes. "You know that don't you?" "You keep on blabbering, all that notions in your head you should really keep to yourself." Sebastian smiled at her looking at her longingly. "Instead of sharing all your knowledge to the world so that they might gain some wisdom, why don't you use them for something useful?" Ayame blinked, she wasn't sure what should feel. Sebastian continued, "You might seem like an open-book, but there's just this air around you that's still so mysterious." "You got to have been joking." Ayame, finally said seriously. The demon frowned, his flirtatious efforts wasted. "I had been looking into your, records from your cell-phones' connection to the 'internet'." He said. Ayame blinked again, before saying, "How in God's holy name did you figure out how to work that thing?" "Milady please do try to remember for future reference, I am merely one hell of a butler." Sebastian replied with a wide grin showing pointy canines, his aura turning black, dark feathers enveloping her. His eyes flashed red. Ayame didn't flinch, strangely she felt compelled to catch a hold of one of the feathers, and examined it. Deciding it was a pretty thing, she tucked it into her dress pocket for future use.
"How, odd." The demon said. "Even when you know what I am, and I've shown you, you don't cower in fear." He stated slightly interested. "How can someone so holy looking, be frightening?" Ayame asks honestly. 'She's still so innocent.' He realized with bemusement. "Do hear your own words." That was all he said. He walks with her to the sitting room and pats down on the loveseat. "Tell me would you, about your family?" he asks politely. "Alright." Ayame decided. She looked as if she was in a reverie. Finding her way back to Earth, she started "My mother died when I was just eleven-years-old." Sebastian nodded solemnly his young master, had also lost his parents at around the same age. "It was rather difficult for my father, he was incompetent, and he lacked wisdom." He'd courted several women, mostly foreign one's like my mother, she was Russian." "I have almost non-existent actual American blood-lines in me." "Anyways he in his arrogant king like foolishness sent the women packing fast." "He was pretty cheeky bastard, one lady by the name of Martha, married my father and my baby sister came about of this union." She caught her breath before continuing, "They soon divorced, and my father is now, I'm not positive for how long, remarried to a Philippines lady." "You already know of my sister." "How, did you say your mother perished from?" Sebastian asked. "It was due to cancer, to be more, clear Leo-Myer sarcoma of her reproductive organs." "She suffered for three years." Ayame muttered. "I'm really glad actually that she's gone." She giggled inwardly, "Tragic isn't it?" Sebastian looked with concern at the young girl. "Don't worry, the cancer isn't hereditary, it was her, own genetic malfunction. It was activated from her smoking, or from her early teenage promiscuousness. Generally, that type of cancer occurs when you are in your fifties." She said with a dark smile.
Suddenly the fallen angel couldn't help, but embrace her. The pendant Ayame kept on her person at all times started to glow a pale yellow. Sebastian noticed and releases her. As he was looking at the yellow light illuminating from the yellow aquamarine pendant, he attempts to also comfort her. He looks up at her, "You've had quite an unpleasant childhood yes?" "I've been reading up on those books we found in the abandoned church." "It seems you are destined for something truly great." "It having to do with the Jews waiting for a messiah." He pressed. "Whatever it is my woman's intuition is telling me it's something blasphemous, on the lines of I'm under a state of Grace from God, or whatnot." Ayame states sarcastically. "Now I don't suppose that Gabriel going to tell me, I will be in a state of Immaculate Conception now?" she asks. "Not unless the Lord wills it." Sebastian states with false piety. Wind chimes chimed sounding against the open window. A knock came onto the front entrance door. "Now who could that be?" Sebastian thought out loud.
The young tutor followed the devilishly handsome butler to the door. He opened the door. "Yes? How may I help you?" he says politely. "I'm looking for a Miss Alexandra Koyama." The seemingly androgynous person, with dusty white wings stated. He was angel. "I am Gabriel, and I've come to tell you of the Lord's plans for you." He trailed off when he saw, her pale complexion. She feels faint, and falls back on Sebastian who tries to keep her upright. "Holy." 'Oh shit, crap, WTF' all the profanities in English she knew went through her head systematically. The angel reading her mind frowns, while Sebastian tries to look stern, but fails and chuckles. "Now, now milady you haven't even given him the chance to speak."
Sebastian assisted the young tutor in sitting down on the couch; he motioned for Gabriel to sit. "Right now then, doth not worry thyself I'm not here to tell you are with child. You along with most born of woman can only have conceive children the normal way." Ayame blushed a shade of pink. "The Lord Almighty has been waiting for a chance to settle some ancient feuds between heaven, and hell." Ayame waited for what he was going to say with new found intrigue. "Since thy Father is the closest to thing to being your father, he has arranged for humankind and the heavens a convenient solution." "You are to take to heart his decision for you." Gabriel looked at Ayame. "I myself don't see the wisdom in this, but you are to be betrothed to this demon, fallen archangel, prince of hell, son of Lilith." He looked unobtrusive.
"What, the Lord can't be serious." Sebastian stated bemused. "I can assure you he's being very serious, this marriage will end the feuding, not to mention the Messianic Era." Gabriel looked excitedly. "You can pull yourself up from the dirt on which you'd fallen if you join with this woman, think about it demon." "My name's Sebastian thank-you and I." Ayame looked to the demon, and the angel. "Who am I to deny what my heavenly Father thinks is good for me?" "We'll discuss the details later, but let the Father know I'll be thinking about it." Gabriel looked very happy. "Oh how modest is thee, well I suppose you are both to discuss this not to rush into anything, and such." With that he hurriedly left without finishing his tea.
"Since when did you ever consider that kind of a relationship with me My Lady? Sebastian made the effort to emphasize. "You'd be surprised how attractive and alluring you are to mortal women." Ayame simply said. "Well in that case I suppose we must start courting and getting to know each other better?" He inquired. "Fine, fine." 'I really hope this doesn't turn into something awkward.' Ayame thought. Later that evening when everyone came back to the manor… "WHATTTTTTTTTTTT?" said the three morons. "The tutor's going to be marring the butler?" "Yes well, congratulations Sebastian, Miss Alexandra." Ciel said with a cough, and ahem. "Thank you my lord." The demonic prince said with a smile. Annastia pulled at Alexandra's skirt, "Big sister's getting married?" "Yes, and then I'll be your uncle."* Sebastian said picking up the little girl. 'She'll make good practice.' Ayame demon fiancé whispered. Ayame, never wanted to slap the man more in her life. (*A/N I don't really care what the legal term is.) They had a cake set out with sixteen candles. "Make, a wish Miss Ayame!" The three inept servants exclaimed. 'I wish for a sweet simple humbling life. I wish for a cure for the loneliness I've endured throughout the years of my life.' "You're half way there milady." Sebastian said. Ciel raised an eyebrow. Later after Sebastian explained what he'd found out in detail, and explained the mind reading development. "Alright then you may carry on." Ciel said. "Yes my lord." The trusty butler replied. Sebastian had one last thing to do before he rested in his room. He went up to his fiancées chambers. Ayame was getting dressed in a black negligee nightgown. 'Hello my dear.' Sebastian whispered. "Eekkk, Sebastian don't scare me like that!" The girl said shakily. "Oh did I manage to frighten you? I'm sorry." He said slightly amused. "No, of course not. What did you come here for anyway?" Ayame lied. "Honesty really is the best policy, my dear and stop being so coy." The demon said his eyes flashing red. 'I wish I could mark her, and eat her delicious soul, but it's protected. Though I'd much rather see how this works for my advantage.' The demon thought. Ayame had a confused expression. 'I knew it you never did like me, you flirt!' She thought-yelled. Sebastian pinned her to her bed. As she looked up at him, her face turned several shades of red. "Just like your namesake so lovely." The demon laughed. His eyes flickered scanning his would be soul-mate. She looked at him curious as to what would happen next. "I wonder if you taste like a flower too." He said. 'WTH are flowers supposed to taste like?' thought the tutor. She found out a few seconds later. Sebastian, picked up a lock of her hair, and twirled it studying it. Then he brought her face up to his and closed the gap between their lips.
'Mfttt.' Ayame made a feeble protest. Sebastian ignored her, and continued to kiss, and caress her. Taking his good old time, Ayame couldn't fight the urge burning inside her to kiss him back, and gave into the furious passion. Sebastian decided to use this chance of her weakness to give her mouth some much needed attention. He licked her lower lip causing the girl to gasp. He then, slipped his tongue in. Ayame hid the best she could from him, but that was futile. He wanted to dance, and he always got what he desired. She was slow to respond to the new advances, but quickly learned the art. After a few blissful minutes of this she broke away from him. "Thank you." She said. "For what?" he asked slightly interested as to her response. "For helping me, drive away some of this loneliness ebbing at my soul." 'Hmm, interesting way or wording it.' The demon thought. "What was that?" his doe eyed fiancée asked. "Nothing my dear." He quickly said. He kissed her one more on her forehead. "I must leave now happy birthday my lady." Ayame smiled as he turned to leave. Whispering, 'Thanks.'
*a href="?ref=10s7lnp" target="_blank"img src="." border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"/a Preview next chapter: "The Tutor's sister causes chagrin."
Love, hate? Review please. ~ O-O