Chapter 4: I'm The Narrator Now!

Holding the tall man's hand felt odd. More so, that I was in a stranger's house with a strange man, and the strange boy was nowhere to be found.

"Pardon me, um... sir." The devilishly smiling man stared down at me with his small red eyes. Um, hold on. Who the hell has red eyes?

"Yes, my lady?" He tilted his head to the left and closed his eyes. It was actually kind of... cute? I mean for a guy who kind of reminded me of a... pedophile?

"Where is Ciel Phantomhive?" I abruptly asked. It sounded a bit rude. But the man took it very well.

Shit. Ciel must be a spoiled brat.

"Right this way, my lady." He led me upstairs, and knocked on a door. "Young master?" The skinny man asked.

"Yes, what is it Sebastian?" I heard a subtle voice respond. The door opened quite a bit. He was playing with a deck of cards in a navy suit. His pitch black bowtie was perfectly tied.

"We have a guest." He bowed to his master and rolled in a cart of tea. He sat me down in a slightly uncomfortable chair and offered me some of the beverage.

Ciel stood up, place both hands on his desk, and leaned over to look at me. "You look awful. Sebastian, clean her up." He is one stubborn bitch. Thank you very much. Oh, great. Now the butler is going to play dress up with me.

"Yes, my Lord." He bowed, and escorted me to a bedroom.

"My orders were to present you clean for my young master." He took out a handkerchief, and wrapped it around his head.

"I cannot see anything."

You guessed it. I was bathed by the butler. Him? Bathing me? Not too bad. Obviously, I was being washed for the first time in ages, so I wasn't thinking about... him over there bathing me.

He unwrapped his handkerchief and pulled out a dress from a closet. Well, there goes my dignity. Cause, I'm just, you know. In a towel.

He put me in a pink dress with a touch of navy. It was covered with fabric roses. It was very beautiful. I twirled around in clean clothes for the first time in 5 years.

I spun around once more and stopped. Sebastian didn't know what fun was. He stared blankly at the redhead in front of him. He wasn't like my butler. My butler would laugh, and at least... smile.