Hi! this is the second chapter of the fanfiction "That Butler, Interviewed" Hope you enjoy! please review and correct my mistakes n_n

"Sebastian?"

I frowned irritated and put the cat down before I answered to the summoning. I appeared in the earl's room only to see the small boy sitting on top of his bed, still wearing his dirty and worn shirt. He had drooled on his chin and his hair was in a mess. Clearly he had just woken up - and suddenly he was forgiven the interruption - he was certainly cute this little lord.

"Help me undress Sebastian, and draw me a bath", the boy said without much commitment.

Bathing time was a quite easier than expected, the boy did not try to fight me like children his age often would. He just sat there in his own thoughts, looking like someone who had lost his will to anything but being depressed. But when I had dried him up, and was about to pic something random clothes from his wardrobe, he suddenly came to life.

"Not that Sebastian! That kind of thing is only for babies" He said firmly, almost like the way a father talked to his son (huff…).

I took a look at the set of clothes, and sure enough. It was a small sailor suit - just the kind of thing you would make a boy at his age wear… but I did not object. I simply looked through his stuff to see if I could find something more mature – for the young master.

At last I did find something. It was a simple black coat with simple knee long pants and dark grey shirt, like the kind of outfit humans would wear at a funeral.

I showed it to the boy and he nodded. He stood up from the bed he had been sitting on, and took the set of clothes, now with an expression of pure determination on his young face. And then he told me to leave while he got dressed.

Now, I have known a couple of noble children and it should surprise me beyond many things, if he would not call for my help within a few minutes of struggling with that kind of task. But then again this boy was just one big surprise - It almost took an hour.

"Sebastian! Come give me a hand here."

I went to my masters room to help him, and I could not refrain myself from pointing out that it would have been easier for both of us if he had called for my help some earlier, now the clothes was all creased and had to be ironed. He told me to put my help some specific place which I should not repeat here.

When I was done dressing the boy, I was ordered to make him some breakfast. And according to the order it seemed he only ate sweets.

When in the kitchen preparing the meal for my newfound master, I of course, fell into the butler role perfectly. I already knew how to cook hundreds of dishes, each and single one of them worthy a king.

I was just about to pour the hot water into the china pot, when I heard the sound of the back door of the mansion – the one that belonged to the servants' wing - being unlocked and opened. I stiffened, if it was a thief one would probably not have had a key, but since I did not know who was coming I would have to investigate on the intruder to ensure it was not someone who had come for the boy – I will tell you this, the splendid soul of his could be smelled far away by many kinds of beings, and I intended to keep him for myself - I quickly ordered the dish on the tray and went out to bid the stranger welcome…

I went around the corner of the servants' hall only to see a tall old man dressed in dark cloak. He could have seemed rather suspicious and even scary in poor eyes of a human, but I could feel he was a mere man. I headed towards him. Of cause he had not yet seen me. So for the dramatic effects I choose to surprise him.

"Good evening sir. How can I help you" I asked.

The stranger turned around in surprise and then fear was showing in his face.

"Wh -who are you?" he whispered.

"This is Phantomhive property you have no right to be here!" now, with a little more sound to his voice, which did carry a hint of Japanese accent.

Now, now, he was a friend of the little boy's family? I smiled and bowed politely to the man.

"You do not need to worry sir. I am here on the order from Ciel Phantomhive himself. My name is Sebastian Michaelis and I am the new butler of the Phantomhive household."

I choose a random surname, which I would of cause have to report to the master later. One point to me, for being able to decide that for myself, his fault for not giving me one earlier or tell me not to have one at all.

Now the man looked totally confused and sensed I, -a bit of fear? He stared at me with surprise in his eyes.

"That cannot be true all the Phantomhives are gone. Both the lord and the mistress were killed and no one has seen the young master since the incident. Apparently he had been taken away…"

"…and now he is back. And I am the servant who will see to that the master gets back on track." I finished.

"But tell me sir, who are you, who uninvited walks into the house of a family who is not at home?" – this was maybe a bit impolitely of me but I was a bit irritated by the intrusion, I would not want the masters tea turn cold now, would I?

The surprised expression on the man's face disappeared, in fact it was replaced by a rather insulted and strict, almost proud, expression.

"I…" He began, while straightening his back.

"…am the former butler of the Phantomhive family and I come here regularly to inspect the property of my master. And if you say you know where the young earl is I plea that you lead me to him to confirm his return and my eventually my termination as a servant of this house."

My respect for this human being grew a little – I had turned on some of the fear-provoking aura, I sometimes used to put humans in their respectful place, but he seemed to withstand it quite well - I bowed again.

"Fine, then. Come with me"

I took the tray and headed for the office room where the young master had told he would have his tea along with the splendid blackcurrant pie I had made -an odd choice for breakfast, but then, who was I to talked about not eating too many sweets… and for a ten year old, to order anything else than his favourite food would be a bit odd I guess.

When we reached the bottom of the – by human scales - impressive staircase that led to the second floor the old man asked:

"How long have you been here exactly? Not long I recon for I come here every week and the house is always empty"

I smiled and nodded.

"That is right sir. We just arrived late last night, and the young master has been sleeping until just an hour ago. This is his late breakfast." I said and made a gesture in the direction of the tray.

The old man looked at it, and suddenly he smiled.

"Yes, that does indeed seem like something the little lord would have ordered"