Lol, me and my procrastination problems
So here's chappy 4 and stuff
Sorry if it took awhile. My brain takes it's sweet time conjuring our young reaper's fate in this tale
Enjoy my little tadpoles~!
3
"SE-BAS-CHAAAAN~!"
The pitch of the voice made me flinch and rub my temples. I only knew one person who's voice could go that high. The bell chimed, signaling a customer. At the door stood a young boy, clad in noble blue that matched perfectly with his midnight blue hair and watching eye. His other eye was concealed with an eye patch. The taller figure standing beside him like a shadow was a butler clad in black with deep red eyes and an annoyed look on his face. The red thing draping on his arm would be the reason why.
"Ah~ My sweet Sebby~ How I've missed you!" My eye twitched at my senpai's behavior. The tall butler and the noble child seemed to have the same reaction. I pushed up my silver frames, deciding to be the mature between the two of us. I clicked over to the practically drooling redhead, my ringed eyes narrowed.
"Grell Sutcliff-senpai," I growled, gaining my senior's attention, "Please refrain from making a bigger fool of yourself." He stared at me for a moment. I thought I had gotten it through his thick head. Oh, how wrong I was.
"SAMMY-CHAAAAAN~!" Bubble intrusion! Before my red clad senior could pounce and invade my space, (and believe me, the creepy giggling guy did that enough) a clean round house kick met his stomach. His body flew to the two at the door. The butler quickly got the younger one by the shoulders and sidestepped, making my senpai fly right out into the street. Undertaker was casually cackling like the creepy hyena he is.
A cough was heard, an our attention went to the young noble looking child, who turned to the silver haired funeral director, "Undertaker," His voice was so void of emotion, it made me think if he was really a child, "We request some information on the latest murders."
"I would love to, Earl, but I'm in need of payment first, kukuku." She showed his pearly white Cheshire grin to the younger as said younger sighed in annoyance. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the red-eyed butler, staring at me. I thought for a moment. Didn't Grell-senpai call him "Sebby"? Does that mean he's the demon butler he had told me about? I could only guess yes. Even an idiot would see that clear as day. But why it just staring at me, dammit! I shot a side glare at the demon, who just smiled. Even a blind man could see it was fake.
"You know I won't tell you a peep until I get a good laugh from you~." Undertaker casually sat atop of his desk, grinning like the mad man he was. The front door bell chimed again and there stood a pouting and blushing Grell-senpai.
"Sammy-chan, why don't you let me hug you like Sebby!" He whined, "That's very rude to push away a lady!" I choked at my senpai's statement. First off, the butler didn't seem to just let him hang off of his arm. And second, why was Grell-senpai referring to himself as a woman?...Y'know what, don't answer that.
"You have to be a gentleman, Sammy-chan!" Was…was I being scolded? I could feel a headache coming on from all of this stupidity floating around. I felt an arm hook with mine and looked over to see the red framed glasses and shark-like teeth of a grinning Grell-senpai. Right. In. My. Face.
"Senpai…" I growled, my alarms going off at my space intrusion. But the red clad reaper just snuggled my arm. My eye was twitching and I was growling through clenched teeth
"Senpai," My voice getting deeper, "Please do get off of my arm." The redhead pouted. I gave him a warning, didn't I? He has 3 seconds before his ass is half way across London! I swore, I think I had an evil aura swarming my very being. The redhead pouted and whined. 1…2…3. He's DEAD!
"Senpai. You must learn…I. Like. My. SPACE!" One punch, out the window. I think American humans would call that a "homerun"? I panted, still pissed off as I would be at such contact. Did that damn senior of mine ever learn! That had to be the third or fourth time I punched him for intruding in my breathing space. The butler and the noble just stared, dumbstruck. The subtle silence was broken, killed and ripped to shreds and burnt to a crisp by the deafening cackle of Undertaker, holding his gut as if to keep it from exploding. God, that laugh was going to be in my nightmares later.
"You're quite a riot, young one~!" He sang, still giggling a tad and trying to catch his breath. He turned to the young noble, his grin never leaving the visible portion of his face, "It seems my guest has paid your little debt, Earl. I will happily give you the information you wish for~." The Earl coughed and went back to his "I-may-be-a-blueberry-shortcake-but-I'm-important-bitch" mode and got his little tidbits of info from the man. The demon, "Sebby", smiled and walked over to my side while I cooled off from my little outburst and possibility of punching my senpai out of England.
"That was quite a performance, Mister Reaper." The demon's tone was calm and silky, just as the rumours went. They were deceiving, cunning and crafty creatures. And this Sebby person seemed to be no different.
"Hmph, Senpai just needed a reminder of my personal space policy." I pushed up my cold frames up the bridge of my nose. The demon just kept that deceiving smile of his, not taking his inhuman red eyes off my form, "But Grell-senpai seems to be terribly infatuated with you, Mister Sebby." I faintly saw a twitch of irritation, most likely for the mention of the red head.
"That creature is nothing but a nuisance. And my name is Sebastian Michaelis. Not…whatever that thing calls me." That smile of his seemed to be very strained and I inwardly smirked but I felt the demon's pain for Senpai's eccentric way of showing his affection to people.
"Should have figured." I crossed my arms," Sebby doesn't really seem like a suitable name for a distinguished butler."
"Indeed, Mister…?"
"Bishop. Samuel Bishop." I introduced, my gloved hand slightly outstretched for the hell butler to shake. He smiled and shook it; firm but I could feel the power he was hiding behind the human servant façade.
"A pleasure." His voice was low and his eyes flashed a noticeable pink but it disappeared before I could fully process it. My hand dropped to my side, my eyes slightly narrowing in confusion at Sebastian. What was that just now? His eyes gave off a more demonic feel and look for a second. I will have to keep my distance and my guard up. You can never take a chance with a demon.
"Sebastian," The noble boy turned to the tall butler, "We're leaving now." His servant bowed and led him to the carriage. But not before giving me one more side glance and closing the door behind him. I glared at the closed door, clutching my hands. That look in his eyes…was hunger.
Sebastian POV
Once the young master was secure in the carriage, I grabbed the reins and started the carriage off back to the manor. I could only smile to myself at the thought of the reaper in the Undertaker's shop. His soul seemed to be maturing in a way that made its scent seem so…tempting. It was true among us demons that we were the enemy with Shinigami; it was no secret. But that doesn't mean they didn't make good meals. It was very, very rare for a Shinigami to contract with a demon. The last incident from what I know of happened some time during Cleopatra's rule in Egypt. Quite a while, isn't it? Us demons, depending on who you're talking to, are very picky about the souls they wish to have for a meal. Young master has quite a rare and very delicious soul that only motivates me to help him with his revenge. And the reaper…
"A rare delicacy as well…" I said under my breath, the sound of the carriage and the horse's hooves clacking on the cobblestone streets. It was quite breathtaking that a shinigami would have such a soul. I smiled to myself. I wouldn't mind seeing him again soon enough…as long as that red thing doesn't come with him.
And there you have it, our little Sebby is thinking like a creeper again /shot
Sam: Why would you do this to me? :U
Me: Because you're the main character right now and all of the bad stuff is suppose to happen to you
Ciel: What was that part about me being a "blueberry shortcake"? *glare*
Me: Just stating my opinion about you via Sam over here
Ciel: Sebastian...
Sebastian: Yes m'lord *drags me away* I will let her spend sometime with the torture soundtrack *smile*
Me: NOOOOOOOOOO! *cry*
Sam: *Sigh* Idiots...please R&R while I try to save the author's ass from listening to Justin Bieber again.
Me: *From another room* IT'S JUST NOT RIGHT Dx [No offence to any of my lovely little tadpoles who like the Bieber boy]