Chapter 7: Her Butler, Annoying

Please read and review! I can't tell if I'm writing something people like if I don't get reviews! If you hate it, don't hesitate to say so!

Claims of Dis~ Me no owny Kuroshitsuji. Lucia and the storyline are mine, though.

Three long months of training, drills, and stealth exercises had passed since Lucia and Sebastian had joined the dispatch. Unsurprisingly, Sebastian had been top in the class at everything, earning him glares from the other males and adoring gazes from some of the female recruits, who where quickly discouraged from getting any closer to him by the grumpy, ever-present Lucia. She had made it her personal goal to make sure the demon didn't get any extra time to himself. She still hadn't forgiven him for being so smug all the time. In return, he made her uncomfortable at any time he could without breaking their contract. Summing up the three months into one sentence, they bothered each other as subtly and discreetly as they could without relent and did some training in between glaring competitions*. Or at least, that is what Lucia convinced herself was going on. Sebastian, in actuality, had simply been following her orders. And, of course, 'Gently expressing my displeasure at the current situation by ways of slight alteration that could easily be missed and, in fact, often are. Unless, evidently, the observer happens to be Lucia Mortifer in which case my very presence is enough to set her on edge and any action I take instantaneously becomes an annoyance. Although,' He smiled to himself in a way that would look disgusting on most people, but somehow managed to make him look devilishly handsome, 'I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.'

*Lucia had no idea Sebastian kept a scorebook on his person at all times. Likewise, Sebastian had no idea that Lucia kept a scorebook on her person at all times.

Every once and a while during those months, Sebastian tried to endear himself to her rather than bother her. After all, they would be seeing a lot of each other in the time to come. Worse, they'd have to -work- with each other. He would occasionally drop off her favourite food inside her room, or clean it, or the like. Of course, every attempt just earned him a dirty glare and a rather loud, embarrassing question: "What the HELL were you doing in MY room?" followed by awkward glances from everyone in earshot*. In the end, he gave up, deciding that she would most likely warm up to him over time, as was the way with most humans. He actually quite liked her feistiness. It made working with her entertaining rather than the other many souls he had contracted with who were meek and pushovers. And their souls didn't even taste that good. Speaking of souls, he was ravenous... 'No, no. Stop thinking like that. You're better than that.**' He mentally sighed. Being a demon with morals could be hard.

*The entire building. Lucia was very vocal.
**He considered himself to be better than most demons, who would often simply eat any soul they desired without any pride or dignity. He also considered himself to be better than reapers, angels, humans, and at least one species of cat.

On this particular day, the new recruits were summoned together to be dispensed into groups of older recruits for their first missions, which would begin in a week. Lucia and Sebastian raced each other to get to the room first in the manner of two people racing each other to get to a room first without making it painfully obvious that there is, in fact, a race at all. Had there been no other people around them at the time to keep up their appearances to, they would have run to their destination rather than speed-walk.

"Lucia Mortifer, Alonzo Pendragon, and Sebastian Michaelis will be assigned to Dispatch D," announced the officer. The three grouped together to where the officer pointed. Sebastian looked stoic and calm. Alonzo looked determined, but a bit worried. Lucia looked excited... with just a hint of bloodlust. Lucia gave a sideward glance to Sebastian. He was looking directly into her eyes, a look of approval gleaming within his own, which surprised her. She would never admit it, but she had formed a respect for him, the kind of respect that can only form with mutual disagreement and rivalry. A feeling of pride overcame her and she wondered what about her sense of justice he had approved of*. Not like she cared too much what he thought, she assured herself, but because anyone likes to earn the approval of a rival. She mentally added a tally mark to her scorebook. That's 3,563 for me and 15 for him.

*Obviously she hadn't noticed her own bloodlust. If she had, deciphering his approval would have been much easier.

Sebastian saw that unmistakeable gleam in Lucia's eyes. She wanted to get some revenge and she was going to do it, as violently as she had to. Or wanted to. Yes, this girl was strong. She was a perfect choice. She, funnily enough, did remind him of himself. He chuckled inwardly to himself. Her soul would be fantastic to devour, if only those were his plans! Didn't he mention he was ravenous?. 'In due time, in due time. She has other uses...'

Meanwhile, somewhere on Germany's border...

The dull eyed prisoners where blind to the streak of red that passed through each day. They were deaf to the monstrous sounds. They didn't acknowledge it's existence at all. It was better for everyone that way. Acknowledging it would be acknowledging the sheer amount of death each day. Admitting that the situation was so hopeless, Death itself watched the camp with a saddened face...