Had a little trouble with this one, I kept rewriting shit and decided to post it up asap, before I made a total massacre out of it.
P.s. Turns out, I have to take a summer class for school, so there's a slight change in my chapter uploading schedule. I'll try to make each chapter more than 1,500 words (key word: TRY) , and I'll post them up on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays.
Ciel stared into Natasha's childish, burgundy colored eyes. "Sebastian's offspring. How revolting, and unexpected. Why are you here at my manor?"
She gazed right back at him and scoffed a haughty, "I don't have to tell you."
The two children were in Ciel's office, drinking tea and eating sweets. Since, Sebastian wasn't there, Tanaka had to serve them. Natasha decided she liked the cute, old man who didn't speak much besides a series of ho ho ho's. She also decided Finny and Bard were acceptable characters as well.
"On the contrary," he smirked, "You do. It's quite obvious you're here to because of your father, but Sebastian belongs to me. By process of elimination, as a child who will be under his care, under my rule, you belong to me as well.. For now at least."
"Until your contract is complete and he devours your soul," Natasha replied, emotionless. Damn him. He's a diabolical asshole, "Or maybe, since I am his child.. He'll let me have a taste and believe me when I say I won't be gentle," Fortunately for the earl, I am too.
"If he allows it," Ciel shrugged, "You can be as gruesome as you want, I don't care." He's so nonchalant when it comes to his soul.. How annoying. "It won't last long anyway. Sebastian's practically starving. I doubt he'll take his time when the day comes."
She smiled devilishly at him, "I'm going to tear your soul apart and make sure there aren't any scraps left." She took an irritated sip of her tea, when he shrugged again. The taste in her mouth was sweet and the aroma of the tea was intoxicating. "What is this?"
He took a bite of his chocolate-raspberry tart and gave her a simple response, "Earl Grey."
"Earl Grey," she murmured, "It's nice."
Ciel smirked, "Your father, my butler, always prepares the tea. Always. Every. Single. Day. He's quite good at it too, wouldn't you say?"
Natasha narrowed her eyes and drank again, "I have to agree, and I repeat, the flavor is quite nice. I suppose Bardroy makes the desserts?" There was no way her father, one of the most notorious demons in her world..
"No, that would be Sebastian's work as well. Bard's an inadequate chef. "
"My father knows how to make tarts?" she asked, absolutely mortified. "My father made these tarts?" Natasha had received a piece of the same exact chocolate-raspberry tart Ciel was eating and had practically inhaled it. The scent was heavenly and the taste was bliss.
Completely relaxed, Ciel burst her bubble even further. "He does all the cooking. Breakfast, brunch, lunch and dinner. He does it all."
"I don't believe you!" she snapped, "He can't even taste human food or drinks! It's not possible!"
"I'm interested.. How is it that he can't taste anything, but you savor everything perfectly?"
Natasha crossed her arms, "I'm not entirely a demon, not yet anyways."
He gave her a look that said, 'I know there's more to the story. You better continue.'
She sighed. "I've mastered spells and shape shifting and spiritual things like that, but I haven't reached my full potential."
"Shape shifting?" Ciel was intrigued, "As in animals, or can you change your humanoid appearance as well?"
With a sinister grin she put her face in her lap. After less than five seconds, she sat up to face him. Ciel was shocked, to say the least. This isn't a bad trick, he thought to himself, It's something useful I can take advantage of.
"Obviously," an exactly replica of himself stated, "I can change into both. Don't underestimate me, silly boy." Natasha beamed ominously at him, "It's like looking in a mirror, right? I can keep this up for as long as I want."
"How are you in battle?"
"I've never been in a real battle ever before in my life. As a demon of noble blood, there's never been a need for me to have to fight anyone."
"Are you incompetent?" he antagonized her, finishing off the last bit of his tart. "A demon who can't defend herself. Noble or not, that's an embarrassment, considering how well your father does when in comes to combat."
Natasha glared at him, her temper beginning to flare, "My father is supposed to be the one to teaching me techniques that are on the physical front, but he's been busy serving a brat these past few years, so I haven't seen him. Thanks to your need for vengeance, my mother had to send me here."
He sipped his tea, dismissing her explanation. "Can you dodge a bullet?"
"My reflexes are perfect, if that's what you mean. I can dodge attacks excellently, but I haven't developed my own style of fighting."
Ciel thought over on what she said, "A fight's a fight, you give your all into it and win. You don't need 'style'. Was little Natasha Michaelis battered harshly when she became challenged to fight?" Ciel teased, enjoying the annoyed glint in her eyes.
"Have you been listening to me at all, you pompous oaf! I can defend myself just fine," she insisted, "I just need to practice channeling my strength against my opponents."
"In other words, you hesitate," he stated indifferently. "What a waste."
Natasha's calm demeanor started to crumble and her Ciel-disguise did as well, "You're annoying! How do people put up with your foreboding attitude!"
"I don't hesitate, unlike someone I know."
She stood and stalked over to him from across the desk that provided a small barrier between them. "I will thrash you," she hissed and made to leap towards him. Unfortunately, before Natasha could process what was happening, a half-naked man with spiky, shoulder-length silver hair pinned her to the floor. "What the hell?" she asked, throwing him to the other side of the room. "Who the hell is that?"
"Finally the idiotic beast does something useful," Ciel cheered sarcastically. "He's a demon hound we've recently acquired. The bastard seems to solely obey Sebastian, though. His name is Pluto."
"A demon hound?" Natasha muttered, "How does he maintain a human form? It's not natural, especially for a single-minded being such a him."
Ciel waved his hand, "Who knows? Sebastian hasn't had much of a problem controlling it, and there haven't been any repercussions that have backfired."
As Natasha opened her mouth to chastise him on taking in a foreign hound, 'Pluto' jumped on her person again and began to lick her face. The ever amused earl was quietly chuckling at his new pawn's discomfort. "I dare say, He seems to have taken a liking to you, Natasha."
"OFF," she growled at the demon hound menacingly and punched him in the nose, thoroughly producing a loud crack. Immediately the animal removed itself and was whining at her with a face of absolute despair. "He listens to me because he knows I'm his superior," she stated, rather smug. "Pluto doesn't do as you command, does he Ciel? He'll only listen to my father, and now me, this shouldn't be a surprise to you."
Drinking the remaining liquid in his teacup, Ciel closed his eyes. There was a pounding in his head and he developed a bothersome headache.
Natasha watched, patting Pluto on the head. "What did you send my father out to do that he's taking so long, imp?"
Ciel sighed, "Do you ever shut up?"
This chapter was supposed to somewhat more thoroughly explain the reason as to why Natasha is staying with Sebastian. Next chapter, I promise, that Poppa Michaelis makes his debut.
Get excited.