Chapter 9: The Maid's Assistant

My dress came that day.

It really was beautiful, and comfortable.

Meyrin helped me in the corset, and she tied my apron onto my torso.

"Thank you, Meyrin."

"You're very welcome." She smiled and pulled me into her body. "You're just like the little sister I never had." She pinched my cheek, which didn't feel that bad, considering the fact that my cheeks were usually red and frostbit.

She put the thing in my hair, which I wasn't used to, and put glasses upon my face. It made my vision better, and everything looked very defined.

"They're from the Young Master." She fixed her glasses, and said, "He gave me some too." She smiled at me and we head from the chambers to the main kitchen to get the fine china for Ciel's tea.

She wobbled on a wooden stool and dropped a fine china cup.

"Woah!" I dived to get the cup and smiled at the red haired maid.

"Sorry, Arena." She smiled, and I held it in my palm, and carried it to Ciel's tea cart.

We peeked in the dining room and watched the cart rolled to Ciel, who was dressed in a green suit with a blue ribbon.

"Today we have an Earl Grey tea." The perverted demon idiot poured a yellowish-brown liquid into the teacup and handed it to Ciel.

"I like the china selection today." Ciel stared at the teacup, examining the design.

"Of course, but it wasn't me who selected the cup." The damn smile again. I felt my eyes rolling. "It was them." He pointed his slim white glove at us and did the damn smile.

I smiled at Ciel with embarrassment.

"Thank you." He pushed a smile, and I felt my face being covered with straining pressure.

"You're very welcome, My Lord." I curtsied, and left the room smiling.

I looked out the window and saw the gardener struggling with the trimming of the trees.

I pushed open a large door and looked up at the blonde servant trimming the trees upon a ladder.

"Need some help?" I asked. The gardener came down and shook my hand.

"It's ok." He smiled, and pushed his hat on his head. "I'm Finny."

"I'm Arena." I shook his hand back and grabbed the trimming tool, and walked to a bush.

I cut off some of the uneven sides, and spotted someone with a gun.

"Finny." I looked over my shoulder, and he waved.

I grabbed a knife from my dress and threw it straight at the intruder's head.

"We've got company."

"One step ahead of you!" Bard shot a loud rifle from the roof of the mansion and hit two more men.

Finny broke off a large branch of a tree, and stabbed it into a man's chest. Before he died, he stabbed some sort of stick into Finny's chest.

He fell to the ground, and Meyrin ran to catch him.

"Finny!" She screamed. She threw her glasses to the ground, and in one hit, they shattered. She cried, and put her head on his chest.

"Don't cry." He smiled. "I'm going to be ok." Meyrin carried his bleeding body into the mansion and Bard put his arm around me.

"Let's do this." He readied his rifle. "FOR FINNY!" And he went on a killing spree with me by his side.

Him, shooting anyone with a weapon, and me following him with the blades.

Together as a family.

That is the Phantomhive way.