Disclaimer: The events that will transpire are intended to entertain you, the reader. If you feel that these events are highly unlikely or purely stupid, it's because it is meant to be. Hence why the genre is humor. In other words, don't be trollin'. Enjoy the chapter!
XVI. The Baker, Confused
There was someone in the manor that was speaking of me. How I knew? I was a adamant believer of that old superstition. The one that said if you sneezed, without the aid of an illness, it was because you were the subject of someone's conversation. I wondered briefly if it was one of my fellow co-workers. They've been acting very suspicious around me as of late, especially Maylene.
It would make sense that the maid would have her own suspicions of what I have been up to at night. Sebastian had told me of her previous occupation before her employment here at the manor. We had been talking during one of our evening patrols around the area, the night wind blowing strongly enough to disturb my hair from its usual braid.
"Maylene? A marksman?" I had said, failing to reign in my unruly tresses by just reaching behind my back. Sebastian deviously smirked at my attempts, stopping to watch my useless struggle. Looking like a fool in front of him, yet again, I had noticed. I had not able to halt the blood rushing to my face as my fingers found themselves tangled in my dark strands.
"Believe it or not, she was a very capable one, at that," he had praised, moving out of my sight. He was behind me, gently removing my fingers from my hair and loosening the rest of the braid. A smile tugged at my mouth once I felt his gloved fingers comb through the length of my hair. "Her sight is very sharp."
"Then why does she wear glasses?"
Sebastian began to slip into his moderate pace of walking again and I struggled to keep up, mentally cursing my height. The candelabra in his left hand glowed faintly as the wind tried in vain to extinguish the candles placed in it.
"Using her normal sight, Maylene can see up to two kilometers in front of her," the short-haired man informed, making me gasp in astonishment. That was an insane amount of distance! "The glasses are there to limit her sight, but that does not explain her obscene clumsiness."
I giggled. "So you're saying her clumsiness is just plain natural?"
"Precisely."
We had shared a comfortable silence, my eyes becoming pleased with the sight of the butler's back. We only had these moments to spend together, now that my father decided that he wanted me back at home. Even with the locking away of my inner pervert, my luck refused to change. Sebastian accepting being my lover could have not come at a worse possible time.
"Sebastian?" I called quietly.
"Yes, Mer?" he replied, turning his head to meet his eyes with mine.
"What, exactly, do you see in me?"
The candlelight danced within his amused eyes as he moved towards me, another mischievous smile curling his mouth. The space behind me was growing more limited while I stepped backwards. A small gasp escaped my mouth once my back greeted a marble pillar. The candelabra's candles extinguished, leaving us cloaked in darkness.
"I believe that I've already told you the answer to that, my dear," the butler whispered against my ear. I had no idea how I gathered the courage to speak in such a tone, what with my heart thundering so hard, but I had managed.
"Does the demon hate repeating himself to someone who is not his master?"
A light chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Might I remind you that with you, Miss Sullivan, I am simply one hell of a lover?"
The inner pervert rebelled, forcing her lips against that of Sebastian's.
A loud sigh interrupted the best part of my fond memory while I was on my way to the stairway in the foyer. It belonged to Finni, the gardener. He seemed a bit blue so I decided to ask what was wrong. However, I was not able to open my mouth because the blond ran at the sight of me. I ran after him, determined to figure out the reason behind his avoidance.
"Finni!" I cried, following him out into the yard. "What's wrong, Finni?"
"N-Nothing, Mer! Go on inside!" he responded quickly, trying urge me back inside.
"Finni, what's got you all upset? You can tell me."
The boy was still hesitant and I still did not know the reason behind the reluctance on his face. This was Finnian! He was always cheerful, eager to talk, and share what was on his mind. What could be troubling him? Was it possible that he heard that I was to be leaving in two days, now?
"Finnian…does it have to do with the fact that I'm leaving?" I asked. The blond refused to meet my concerned gaze, but nodded.
"The Master tried to convince me otherwise, but I wanna hear it from you, Mer," the green-eyed boy pleaded.
"What, Finnian?"
"I heard you and Pluto talking. Are you two really that close?"
It was then I realized what he was hinting at and I burst out laughing. This situation just proves that it does not help to eavesdrop on others' conversations. The boy seemed very confused at my laughter and I forced myself to stop for his sake.
"Finni, Plu and I aren't together!" I told him, and he immediately flushed.
"O-Oh! Then who were you talking about?"
I decided to tell him, only if he promised to keep it to himself. I could trust someone as sweet and innocent as Finni. I just hoped that I would be able to keep myself together once the time came for me to leave.
A/N: Mer, you can't leave! Two more chapters, two more days for Mer! Review, please!