[Warning(s)]OC involvement. If you do not like the idea of OC in fanfiction, then I am terribly sorry to disappoint you.
[Disclaimer] I do not own Kuroshitsuji. This story is not a SebxCiel fanfic, I do not write about them as a sexual (yaoi) pairing. This is simply a fanfiction that involves Kuroshitsuji characters as well OCs. The story is also a re-edited and upgraded of the original 'Red Butler' on my deviantART account. All reviews are greatly appreciated. Enjoy!~
The first thing we learn as we get older, is that death gives way to birth. A new life that could briefly shatter the darkness of our existence. Though we are not born in the say way humans are, we strongly resemble them. This is due to the fact that our true forms are to extravagant for even their complex minds. We use these fake forms to manipulate the strings of their emotions, doing their bidding and staining their precious souls with our touch. As demons, we do whatever is deemed necessary to obtain their fragile, delicious souls. . .
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Mornings under the name of Suttlestone began like any other. At precisely eight o'clock the young butler would assist his Lady in rousing from her slumber. From eight-thirty until ten o'clock, his Lady prepared herself by wearing the finest clothes fit for a young noble Lord, being assisted by their recently hired maid - a seemingly mute young woman - with the binding of her bosom to conceal her womanly features. During this time, Aizen would begin his rounds about the manor. Taking careful note of each detail he found high unsuitable for the Suttlestone manor house. Rich red-velvet curtains were opened in an orderly fashion as he made his way down the large corridor halls, making mental reminders of stains on the various windows that would require his care. "What a chore this is..." He half muttered, half sighed as crimson eyes slowly closed and continued to slowly continue on his way after opening the final curtain in the hall.
It wasn't this easy in the beginning. It took his Lady nearly the entire day to muster up enough energy and willpower to get out of bed. The beginning stages of a contract always have their effect on those who bare the mark. As a half-breed, the effects weren't as strong as they could have been, but still took a toll on her energy. "Young ladies such as yourself should not spend so much time in bed..." The dark-eyed demon would mutter while stare down at her. Aizen's gaze would then slowly began to harden, a gloved hand clasping the other's chin and gingerly made her face him with opened eyes. "Surely your father would be upset if he found out your were sleeping in. Such a careless thought, don't you think?"
It was a low blow, but it was one of few ways to actually get her to function then,
Cassity sighed to herself as she stood up from the warm waters of her bath and held her arms out beside her, allowing the quiet maiden to wrap a towel around her torso. Even though she had always lived a slightly lavish life, she could easily admit that she never fully liked the feeling of being spoiled. The young woman only smiled at her Lady with warm brown eyes, her flawlessly pale skin displaying a hint of red against her cheeks as she shyly looked away. Her nature wasn't considered strange to the newly named Lady, and Cassity rather enjoyed the company of the young woman. It was the first time she had actually had an acquaintance that was the same gender as herself. "Constance, would you mind fetching my wrapping?" She asked her quietly, noticing the slight flinching movement her assistance made, smiling as she smiled and noted her bow before she exited the bathing chamber.
The young maiden was five years her Lady's senior, though she had served as a maid since she was eighteen. The soft clicking of her black pumps echoed throughout the hallway, changing into a into a louder click as she made her way down the staircase. When she reached the bottom she sighed though continued to smile until she reached a small wooden door that led to an office. Constance had been sent to this room many times during her stay at the Suttlestone manor. This office once belonged to Lady Suttlestone's father, Sebastian, but she has since used this room to hide her wrappings. With a firm twist of the handle, the maid entered the office, looking around at the array of cobwebs and dust that had collected inside. This brought a frown to the maiden's doll-like face. Dust and cobwebs of the like should be taken care of properly. She slowly paced over to a small bar, gently opening the little half door that separated it from the rest of the room. Brown hues then began to search for a small wooden box underneath a loose panel of flooring, attempting to relocate the place where Cassity had decided to conceal her wrappings. A rhythmic tapping noise alerted the maiden that there was someone in the room along with her. She paused her movements long enough to slowly reach a hand in between her bosom, ready to pull out the tiny switchblade that she always carried with her.
"There is no need for such actions, Constance.." Aizen spoke calmly. The rhythmic tapping noise was caused by his gloved fingers against the bars wooden surface. The crimson and raven haired man then trailed his right index finger along the top, collecting a hideous amount of dust before rubbing it off against his thumb. "I would like for this to be cleaned later on today." He explained as the young maiden removed her hand from her chest, locating the wooden box and closing the floor panel before rising to stare at him. "Once you are done tending to our Lady, I leave the condition of this room under your care."
Constance blinked before nodding briefly to the butler, shifting her gaze to the wooden box in hand before making her way to exit the office chamber. "I expect this room to be spotless." She heard the male call out to her, causing the young woman to mutter under her breath before making her way back to Lady Suttlestone. The maid had been here long enough to realize when the butler was not in the best of moods and when he was. At this point in time, it was obvious. Aizen only became this irritable when a certain visitor was bound to arrive. With a small shrug and a small smile, she carefully opened the door to her Mistress's bed chamber.
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After morning breakfast from ten-thirty to eleven-thirty, the young demon butler served as Cassity's teacher. Lessons took place in a recently cleared area in the middle of the forest past the garden, away from the manor but close enough to travel by foot. Cassity assumed a rather unladylike position by sitting on the ground against a tree stump. Her long legs clad in a pair of rocking-horse shoes and tights that stopped at mid-thigh were stretched out in a rather acute angle, arms folded against the binded chest of her vest and blouse. She had the appearance of a young noble Lord, mainly because she never fully fancied the clothing she was meant to wear as a Lady. While Aizen lectured, Cassity's attention lie elsewhere. Her mind had always been racing with questions since all the events started, and she felt she needed to look elsewhere for the proper answers. But where?. . . She thought to herself, unaware of the looming figure of her butler now standing in front of her.
"I would be hoping that you were trying to figure out the answer to one of your homework problems..." She heard him mutter, causing her attention to shift skyward in order to view his demonic gaze. "Unfortunately, I can tell that you weren't my Lady."
"I'm sorry, Aizen.." Cassity spoke softly, unfolding her arm to where they lay gracelessly beside her. "It's just hard to focus on anything you say when I'd rather find the answers to my own questions.." Her dual-colored gaze then drifted away from the older man. Cassity stood up slowly, using on hand on the ground briefly to support her weight up. "How else am I supposed to get back at Ciel for what he did if I know nothing?!"
The butler stiffened from the sudden verbal lashing. After giving her enough time to stand up and calm herself his voice hardened, narrowing his gaze at her as he spoke. "You're being ridiculous..." Once hearing what he said Cassity looked up, only to be greeted by a gloved hand clasped onto her face and starting into demonic eyes. "My Lady... You are being highly irrational and your ignorance is clouding your ability to reason. If you cannot learn the basics, how will you ever be able to accomplish your goal?" Aizen slowly removed his hand from her face, ignoring the bitter sounds of her muttering as he took a step back and bowed. "Forgive my harshness, my Lady...but if you do not accept my teachings then you will not be able to seek your revenge. Without the skills you must master as a half-demon, then the purpose of this contract is unfortunately worthless."
Arse. . . Cassity thought bitterly as she looked away from the sight of her newly appointed butler bowing. A sigh escaped her slightly full lips, arms crossing once more over her binded chest as he forced herself to look at Aizen. You're better than that, Cassity... Sebastian's words seemed to echo into her ears, You're a Michaelis as well, after all. An ideal image of his smile came to her, causing her to smile weakly, the smile fading as she spoke. "If I willingly accept...will you teach me everything that I am to know?"
Aizen hesitated for a brief moment before he straighten, a slight smirk appearing on his face as he chuckled. "Unfortunately, my Lady, because of your lineage I am only able to teach you half of everything you should know. As a you also a shinigami, that portion of your training will be taught by someone qualified and knowledgeable of such a position."
Another shinigami? So there are more besides mother? . . She immediately thought after hearing what Aizen had said. If there were others...why was she never told about them?
"Fortunately for you," The butler began to explain as he looked skywards, using his hand to limit the amount of sunlight that shined onto his face. "You won't have to worry about that part of your training until later in the year when we leave for the season."
"Leave?" Cassity asked with a puzzled expression. "Where the devil are we leaving to?" Surely he's joking... He has to be joking. . . She tried to convince herself, but the calm and sincere expression on his face as he shifted his gaze to look at his Lady made her realize that it was the opposite. He was not joking. Not even the slightest bit.
"It's a surprise." Was all he uttered as he turned to walk towards the manor. "My Lady you must change your attire, after all we have a guest that will be arrive in the next few hours. The young Earl of Anderson will be coming to call, so I expect you to wear your feminine best."
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"Earl Johnathan Anderson, youngest son of Colonel Rosch L. Anderson and Lady Madeline V. Anderson." Constance murmured to herself as she continued cleaning the office to meet Aizen exact specifications. Her glossy black hair was pulled up and wrapped into a bun to prevent dust and debris from gathering. Her eyes were focused on the process of her cleaning, but her mind was elsewhere. The young Earl had been infatuated with Lady Cassity ever since they laid eyes on each other at a social gathering shortly after her arrival. Being her chaperon, Constance quietly observed his actions with a careful eye. Johnathan was a young man with typical male intentions. Marrying a beautiful woman, having a family, and following in his father as Colonel. The young maiden felt that he would become blind to his ambitions. Afterall, she also felt that her Lady deserved only the best, someone who would willingly lay down their life to save her.
"Men..." She murmured once more as she finished cleaning up the last grain of dust from one of the cabinets. Her gaze hardening as she heard the sound of the entrance door opening, alerting her that their guest had arrived. As she set down her cleaning supplies she walked over to the door of the office, cracking in open just a bit to stare at Johnathan. The young man was tall, naturally elegant, brown haired, blue-eyed, any woman in their right mind would find him to be absolutely fetching. Her gaze went from hard to cold as her manicured nails began to dig into the wooden doorframe, carefully watching as Aizen escorted the Earl further into the manor. "I won't...let him have her..."
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It is my duty to protect...that of which I hold close, to my heart... As a human, it is what I live for. She, is what I live for. Her safety and well being mean the world to me. My Lady is my world, and nobody will shatter her world. For I..will shatter theirs.
A/N: What is this, a new character making an appearance into this strange scene? I find it to be a little awkward rewriting this particular fanfic, but I'm actually surprised that people keep on reading and reviewing on it. I apologize for not editing this chapter as much as I would have liked. Muuuuhhh. . . Maybe I will have more inspiration to keep writing, but at the moment all the inspiration I have is rather dark and unsettling. Then again, maybe you like that sort of thing?