Author's Note:
PLEASE READ BELOW (if you don't like to read author's note, at least read second paragraph and third paragraph. It's about this update and VERY important to story)!
I just want to apologize to everyone who has been waiting for me to update. This last semester has been really… just really rough. With my surgery, and missing a shitload of school, and getting sick a lot, and all of the makeup, and damn teenager problems (hormones SUCK! .), and psychological stuff, and blah blah blah… let's just say I haven't really had much time to do anything that I want to do. I have also changed a lot (don't worry, it's in a good way, I think =D) and I have been trying to sort things out with myself and others. Things are getting better and looking brighter, so I am not so depressed and as stressed anymore. =)
**Now about this update… This is actually not the true next chapter, or at least not all of it, and I apologize for that. I haven't had much time to write this semester and this is all about I could do (plus a little bit more, but those are for later chapters. ~.^). This is essentially an unedited sneak-peak of chapter 3. It is a bit choppy at certain parts since my thoughts and ideas are not completely tied together (plus my amazing editor has not had the chance to go over it since it's not done -.-"), but it is still fun and I think you all will enjoy it. Again, think of it as a sneak-peak. =D Essentially what it happening at first is that Sebastian is taking Emilie to her room. That part is not done and is cut off short (sorry!). After that, Emilie is in her room and is admiring it. Then she has a little surprise visit. Hee hee! xD And after that, it is the next day and Sebastian wakes up really early the next morning to a delightful surprise (well, to him at least). Oh, and be warned that there are a few comments for myself and my editor. Heh heh… ."
I promise I will complete the rest soon. My finals are until Thursday and then I am free. I will try and work on it as much as possible this weekend and I'll email it to my editor. Hopefully from there she can edit it quickly and I can post it up. I also plan on updating chapters one and two. They will be changed and improved upon greatly so you might want to read them again so the story will make sense.**
Enjoy the sneak-peak! =D
Sebastian looked over his back and smirked. Emilie was staring with wide eyes at each of the contents within the long hallway. The paintings, the vases, the statues, the large mahogany wooden doors, even the very walls seemed to fascinate and excite the girl. The past two hours had been extremely amusing for Sebastian. Watching the ever-changing, animated expressions on her face and hearing her exclaim praise for each and every room was quite comical. Sebastian could not deny that his master's house was splendid, even extravagant, but he had never seen anyone truly admire it as much as Emilie did.
His new plaything was quite possibly the cutest damn thing he had ever laid his eyes on throughout his entire long existence. Not only was she adorable and sweet, the only other person in history who withheld the immense amount of purity Emilie had was Mary, the mother of God's son, herself! While showing her around the house, Sebastian had slipped a few promiscuous comments and aimed a couple of devious-hinted smiles at her that any other woman, even young ones, would have caught on to. In the past, whenever the demon would pull a few of those moves, some even unintentionally, the women would start flocking to him and melt like butter. It was quite the contrary with Emilie. She would just smile sweetly at him, completely oblivious to the hidden meanings behind his comments and the looks he gave her.
The demon butler closed his eyes and sighed. Corrupting the girl would prove to be difficult; it would take a lot of time and an immense amount of patience. It would be a satisfying job well done, though. The corruption of humanity fed and empowered his kind. Spreading sin was the sole reason demons were created by the ruler of Hell. The taste of taking the innocence, physically and mentally, from people was scrumptious. The purer the individual, the more flavorful the taste was. In order to truly enjoy and savor the delicious taste of corrupting innocent, the process must be slow and intricate. Sebastian breaking Emilie's innocence would be nearly intoxicating. The very thought of how it would taste caused his mouth water. All of the hard work and scheming of plans he would have to do would be worth it in the end. Very worth it.
Sebastian smiled inwardly. He was thinking of all of the things he could do to Emilie to make her flush, not that that was too difficult, and to "dirty" her clean mind.
(Going to say how the only way he could corrupt her was through physical actions, since her mind was too innocent to understand verbal advances)
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A soft smile glowed on Emilie's face as she glanced once more at her new bedroom. With its crimson walls and intricate décor, rich mahogany woodwork, the gorgeous gold and silver vanity and grooming tools, and the enormous, deep red, canopy bed with the intricate ivy and blossom carvings on the wooden posts, the young woman could not help but feel as if she were in a fairytale. Beautiful rooms such as these belonged to the upmost ranks of royalty, not a servant girl.
She had felt so unworthy of being given this bedroom, but Sebastian had insisted that this was the only room suitable for her to stay in. He stated that the other available rooms were guest rooms and that this area was far enough away from the master's quarters, giving him an adequate amount of privacy. Unlike the other available rooms, this was the only one in the wing that included the kitchen, washing room, and led directly out to the stables. The man had assured Emilie that this was the servant's wing and that her room was indeed like all of the others, even pointing out his own room nearby and Bard's, Maylene's, Finnian's, and Tanaka's rooms further away in the area. Once she had finally accepted that the extraordinary room was her own and eventually refrained from profusely thanking Sebastian for his kindness, the butler had told Emilie that he would return in the next hour so she could have time to ready herself and settle down a bit before she met her new coworkers.
After he had left the room, Emilie had familiarized herself with the new environment, her new home. She opened all of the dresser drawers and examined the roomy interior of her wardrobe. The chest at the foot of her bed held its extra set of plush pillows and silken sheets. A crimson loveseat lavished with gold-thread embroidered cushions sat next to a small wooden table with an oil-lamp. The white and black marble bathroom was stunning and of quite a voluminous size, comfortably fitting a tub about twice her height in length and her full height as its width. (Oh, you KNOW I am going to have fun with that. Foreshadowing. Lol! *devious cat-like grin*) An ivory colored arm chair sat in the corner of the room, near the door which hanged a full length vanity down its length. Another oval-shaped mirror was over the white-starry midnight black bathroom counter. Everything about her room was perfect. There was even a balcony outside of her room. The view was stunning, overlooking the well-kept lawn and gardens. The stable and a forest could also be seen further into the distance.
Once Emilie had observed every conceivable inch of her blood red bedroom and night sky bathroom, she freshened up. She quickly changed out of her traveling clothes and into a more casual wear. (describe outfit…) Glancing at a small wooden clock, the woman noticed she still had half an hour before Sebastian's expected arrival time.
She unbuckled her large, forest green suitcase and lifted the top of the bag. Her hands gently placed each item onto her bed, sorting the blouses, skirts, and dresses of one color in an area and doing the same for the others. Most of the contents from her bag were laid out on her crimson sheets when she heard a light rapping noise from outside of the room.
Her eyes switched over to the large, wooden door and called in a singsong voice, "Yes?"
"Emilie," a familiar, smooth, deep voice said from behind the closed door. "It's Sebastian. May I please come in?"
She blinked and glanced over to the clock. He was nearly twenty-five minutes early. After a moment longer of surprised silence, Emilie politely replied, "Oh, of course! Most certainly! Please do come in, Sebastian! The door isn't locked."
Sebastian opened the door and entered the room. He saw Emilie standing by the end of her bed, taking out folded clothes from a large suitcase. After she placed another skirt on the canopy bed, she turned around to face the butler and curtsied.
"It is a pleasure to see you again so soon, Sebastian," said the girl with a sincere smile. "I wasn't expecting you quite so early. I am just finishing up sorting my clothes from my bag and then I can-"
Sebastian approached Emilie at an alarming speed. The woman's eyes widened and she hurriedly backed up against the red wall. Within a split second, the butler was inches away from her, corning the girl. A blush colored her cheeks as she stared into the man's eyes, which were looking down at her. His dark eyes stared into her bright ones as if he could see into her very core. She started to squirm under his steady gaze.
"U-u-umm… what are you doi-" Emilie stopped as Sebastian's red eyes drooped sensuously and his hand began to reach upwards.
Her eyes followed his gloved hand nervously. Sebastian took another step forward and his lips curved into a smile. Instinctively, Emilie pushed her body into the wall as far as she could manage. Sweat began to formulate at the back of her neck and her hands trembled slightly. Now, Sebastian and Emilie were so close that she could feel his warm breath against her face. Her heart began to race in panic. It skipped a beat when his hand reached into his black jacket.
"S-S-Sebastian… I d-don't…" Emilie whispered, her bottom lip quivering.
Suddenly, Sebastian whipped out his hand and slammed it against the wall beside Emilie's face. She squeaked and clenched her eyes shut at his sudden movement and at the sound of the loud thud. Everything was silent, other than the loud banging of her hammering heart. A few seconds passed by. Nothing happened. He hadn't hit her and he wasn't doing anything to her at the moment. After a second more of silence, Emilie cautiously opened her green orbs.
The gloved hand, which was barely an inch beside her face, held a role of measuring tape. One of her eyebrows curved upward questioningly, and Emilie's confused gaze moved to face Sebastian, who was smiling innocently at her with his eyes closed.
"What?" she breathed. "I-I don't understand…"
A light chuckle came from Sebastian and he said, "Well, after I left you to unpack in your room and I was walking down the hallway, I realized that I had completely forgotten something..."
Emilie's large eyes looked at the measuring tape in his hand and went back to Sebastian. She blinked and asked curiously, "What did you forget?"
Sebastian flashed a dazzling smile and chimed, "Why, I forgot to measure you for your dress size! I need to have your measurements so I can make an order for your uniform dress. It must be made as soon as possible." (This sounds weird to me, like I could make it sound more pleasant…)
Emilie blinked. She was completely dumbfounded. "O-oh… okay then," she said _ (timidly? Dumbfounded? I don't know. Or perhaps, 'she managed to stumble out'? or something like that?)
A light chuckle (what's it called when a character does the little 'teehee' & tilts their head? Really cute. Can't think of name.) left Sebastian's smiling lips. He tilted his head to the side and his eyes looked at her with a cute expression, reminding her that of a child.
"I hope I did not frighten you too terribly." Sebastian pursed his lips and looked up ponderingly. "Perhaps I should have told you what my intentions were before I advanced towards you. Hmm…"
She blinked again and sweat-dropped. 'Was it really necessary for him to get this close and startle me so? With Sebastian acting so nonchalant, it almost seems as if he intentionally did all of this. As if it was planned,' she thought as she closed her eyes and laughed nervously.
When Emilie opened her eyes again, sparkles glittered around Sebastian as he smiled innocently at her. Her large orbs softened and she decided to drop the matter. He was so kind and patient with the new servant. Guilt flooded Emilie that she had questioned his earlier actions. How could she possibly question (or doubt?) him? What right did she have? Sebastian was just being nice! All he needed were her measurements.
The butler lowered his arm and turned to the side. He held his hand out towards the room, motioning for her to walk forward. Emilie smiled sweetly and pushed herself off of the wall. She moved to the middle of the room with Sebastian following close behind. When Emilie turned around, the measuring tape was already completely unraveled. Sebastian tightened the tape and took a step towards Emilie. He bent down and put one end of the tape at her feet while the other end reached to her head.
"Sixty-two inches," Sebastian noted.
He straightened his back and leaned into Emilie's ear. He whispered smoothly, "Shall I measure your waist next?"
She nodded and smiled, trying to ignore the prickles that ran down her back when his breath warmed her skin. Sebastian wrapped the tape tightly around his hand, shortening it. The tape pressed against her back, and Emilie closed her eyes as she felt his hands rest on her hips. They remained unmoving for several long moments. Her eyes opened and an eyebrow slightly arched upwards.
"Sebastian," she asked quietly and leaned her head back, "what are you doing?"
"Just," said Sebastian with a smirk, as he quickly pulled Emilie against his front, "taking your measurements."
Emilie's eyes widened when she felt her back press against his chest. Her body went rigid. All past coherent thoughts froze in her mind and she became numb. Only her natural senses were able to function, touch becoming the strongest of the five senses.
The woman's back was resting against Sebastian's chest, her body moving up and down to his slow, rhythmic breathing. His gloved fingertips pressed into her hips, and she could feel him add a small amount of pressure against her flesh. His hands, which still remained on her hips, placed her lower body right over his…
Emilie gulped. A blush colored her pale cheeks. They were so close to one another. Every curve, every muscle, every part of their bodies were touching. The intimacy shared between them quickened Emilie's heart beat. The breath of the man holding her felt hot against her skin and gave her a slight tickling sensation on her cheek and ear.
His smooth lips brushed against her ear and he whispered sensuously, "Is that alright, Emilie? This isn't too close, is it?"
The chaste part of her mind screamed at Emilie to tell him yes and to get off of her this instant. Her innocent side cried and pleaded that this was unfamiliar and to run away from the situation. But the rest of her, the vast majority, told her to stay. Her body was unable to move and was filled with feelings the young woman did not quite understand. A part of her mind that she had never known existed hushed the opposing parts of her conscience and took over. All it wanted was for her senses to be filled with elation, the elation the man was giving her through his touch.
"Well?" Sebastian asked, curving his head into hers. Her black locks pressed lightly against the back of her head and she could feel his lips on her ear. The woman inhaled his warm breath and she closed her eyes. His scent was sweet (or should it be spicy, since she likes hot/ spicy foods? Oh, yeah. By the way, weird fact about Emilie is that she LOVES hot, spicy food. Like, ridiculously spicy. Lol!) and delicious.
Emilie slowly shook her head and whispered timidly, "N-no, p-please continue… S-Sebastian. I-I'm fine."
She felt his lips curve into a smile and he whispered, "Good. Very good. Now just stand still so I can get the right measurement. Do not move… no matter what, understood?"
Emilie nodded and breathed, "Y-yes."
A soft chuckle came from Sebastian and he lightly taunted (?), "I'm glad you comprehend, Emilie, because if you do cause me to read your measurements incorrectly… then I shall have to punish you." (Ooooh! Punishment is so much FUN! xDDDDDDDDDD)
The breath in Emilie's throat halted. The butler's playful whispers increased the nervousness of the girl and made her feel light-headed. Everything was so confusing and mind-boggling. Her fists clenched slightly when she felt Sebastian's large hands slide ever so slowly around her hips and waist. An eternity passed as the man clad in black inched his hands around the girl. Emilie's startled eyes wavered when she felt his warm breath move down to her neck. The hair on the back of her neck rose.
Sebastian's large hands had reached entirely around her waist and he carefully placed the ends of the measuring tape over one another. In order to get a better view of the measurement, the butler's wrapped arms holding Emilie brought her in even closer in his grasp. Emilie internally shivered and gripped at her skirt. His hot breath could be felt against the woman's bare skin on her shoulder and neck, the lips of the man only millimeters away from touching her…
He nodded into her neck and slowly unwound his arms from around her. His hands slowly slid around her waist to her back. He then took his hands off of her to rearrange the tape. Emilie breathed and moved her stiff muscles. Sebastian then (what order should I do for the measurement? Head, breast, and legs are left I believe… *leg measurement- goes from foot to crotch, inside of leg* Hee hee! ~.^)
… (after done with measurements…)
Sebastian sighed. He closed his eyes and smiled, "Why, you are so obedient, Emilie! You did not move even an inch! I could sense you were a bit uncomfortable at times, yet you remained dead-still. You are going to make a wonderful addition to this house. I'm quite pleased the young master hired you…very pleased." (oh, god! Wording must be changed. Awkward alert! Dx Help me! lol)
"Well," Emilie blushed and glanced to the side, "I was a little uncomfortable, but it's all right. Measuring acquires closeness and…. touching, and stuff. I've done my fair share of taking measurements. I-I understand, Sebastian."
His smile turned into a smirk and his eyes opened slightly. 'Yes, she won't fight against me. She's the type to please. Oh, I shall have great fun with this one! Her naivety is just too much!'
"Delicious…" the demon butler thought out loud hungrily.
Emilie blinked and tilted her head to the side inquisitively. She asked unsure of herself, "Ummm… what did you say, Sebastian?"
Sebastian froze momentarily, realizing his slip of tongue, and began to laugh nervously. A sweat-drop slid down the back of his head and he scratched at his temple. The butler kneaded his eyebrows and said with a nervous, childlike smile, "Oh, heh heh… nothing. Nothing at all."
(*yet he still continued knowing I was uncomfortable? Really, that guy… -.-"* input that comment for Emilie somewhere around here. Hee hee! =D)
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(This would be the next day. I plan on making chapter 3 really big since I have been seriously lacking on the updates. -.-")
Sebastian woke to the sound of a single bird chirping. He sat up in his bed and looked to the side. Through his window he could see the tip of the sun just barely peeking from under the horizon. The sky was still black and gray. It was early morning, dawn to be exact. It was the start of a new day.
The demon sighed and pulled off his sheets. It was time to start preparing for another long day with the young master and the bumbling servants. He slipped out of bed and immediately pulled his sheets up in a neat fashion. Once his bed was acceptably made, Sebastian walked to his bathroom and freshened up. He then entered his closet and took his black uniform off of the hanger on the door. The butler dressed and straightened his outfit, making sure every crease and wrinkle was straightened out and that his appearance was sheer perfection. He turned to his closet mirror and nodded in approval at his attire.
The butler quietly slipped out of his room and walked down the hallway towards the kitchen. He quickly passed Emilie's room, as it was right next to his, and heard nothing, not even the deep breathing of one while asleep.
'Hmm… she must be sleeping soundlessly,' he thought with a soft smile. 'That's good. I will actually be able to sleep at night without hearing any noises from her.'
He knew it was not a person's fault whether they slept quietly or not, but it made it difficult to sleep when someone was snoring or breathing loudly, especially with his acute hearing. Sebastian had to sleep as far as he could from Bard so that the sound of the chef's loud snores could not reach his ears. The butler had to move to the other side of the wing in order to sleep in peace. That was the unfortunate thing about having extraordinary hearing; one could hear everything. This proved to make resting at night difficult. Sebastian would usually just not sleep at all, but even a demon needs a little rest every once in a while.
Sebastian's thoughts went back to Emilie. The young woman was quite the cutie-pie, with such a sweet (and vulnerable) personality and a delicious innocence about her. The butler smirked. He could just eat her up. The image of her sitting on his knee and her face turning beet red from the day before flashed in his mind. Her stammering in her embarrassed state, not at first understanding the chef's words, and then the realization of the man's meaning caused the devious side of Sebastian to jump in delight. The demon chuckled to himself and smacked his lips in an animalistic manner. Yes, he really could just eat her up.
But before the butler could have his fun, he needed to start the heavily scheduled day and make sure it ran smoothly, or at least with as few casualties as possible. Prepare breakfast, come up with the meals and dessert for the day, make arrangements and have the best fresh food delivered to the manor, writing the other servants lists of assignments for the day, and making sure the Phantomhive estate was as welcoming as always in case of any unexpected or quickly set meetings or visits from people. Sebastian was to do all of this before it was time to wake the young master and the others. After that, then the real work began.
He sighed and quickened his pace. As long as Sebastian worked with haste and with a clear mind, he could do everything easily and still have time for himself.
'…Time to play with the new girl,' he thought with a devious expression, 'the little Virgin Mary.' (Yes, that will be his internal nickname for her lol)
The devilish smile faded from his face and Sebastian stopped in his tracks. He was a stride away from the kitchen door. The demon raised a curious eyebrow. Behind the door, Sebastian heard a soft humming and the light taps of moving feet. The sound of a working body passed through his ears. His red eyes widened and he took the final step to the door.
'It can't be…' Sebastian placed his hand on the doorknob and turned it to the side, 'At this early hour?'
When the door swung open, the butler was greeted by a pair of green eyes. Emilie was at the counter with her hands covered in white, powdery flour. Her pale fingers were pressed into ball of _ (another word for flour? Something?), flattening it across the marble counter top. Some bowls were about, a couple in the sink ready to be rinsed and a few on a table containing cooking ingredients. But only this was briefly glanced at for the demon's eyes were drawn to the young woman before him.
Her large green eyes glimmered with a sincere kindness and sweetness adorned by few as she looked at him. Pink, glossy lips were in the form of a pretty smile, and soft, heartwarming notes hummed happily from them. The light, natural blush on her porcelain skin completed the cute, girlish/child-like energy/aura. Her black curls were tied and held up high to keep away from her face, revealing a long, fine neck. A few loose strands waved down and touched her pink cheeks. She was in a sky-blue dress which … (help me with outfit descriptions please. =3 Reaches a little past knees, possibly to shins? Has bow in back… maybe bow in hair too? xD That would be adorable. It could be keeping her hair up now, maybe, and when she puts hair down she just has it in hair on top or side…? Shoes… black, simple? Idk. o.O)
Sebastian mentally shook his head and broke himself from his trace, which had been induced by the awe-inspiring cuteness he had just witnessed in the early morning (sun?). She looked just like a kitten. An adorable, little kitten that just beckoned to be hugged.
"Emilie?" he managed to ask, fighting back the strong urge to glomp the kitten-like girl. "What are you doing up at this early hour?"
Her eyes widened in slight surprise at seeing Sebastian. They quickly softened and smiled at the butler.
"I always wake up before dawn," she answered sweetly. The woman took her hands from the dough and patted them on her apron. "Ever since I can remember I have been up at this hour. It is good to start the day off with an early start. You can get more done that way."
A light blush blessed her cheeks and she looked down. "I didn't expect anyone to get up at this hour. Did I wake you, Sebastian? I tried to be as quiet as I could. I apologize if I disrupted your sleep."
Sebastian answered back quickly, "No, no! You did no such thing. I, too, am the early bird who catches the worm. I just did not expect you to be up. I always start my days alone…"
Emilie's eyes furrowed in concern and she asked timidly, "Do you prefer to work alone? If you do, I can…" She turned her face away submissively.
An opportunity for fun arose! (lol) Sebastian seized the moment. The butler glided across the room and stood in front of Emilie. He took her hand and held it in his.
He said with sparkles lighting up the room and with softened, drooped eyes, "That is not what I meant at all. I meant that I am just so used to working all alone in this large manor at this quiet, lonely/dim(?) hour that it is a welcome relief to see your face. It has brightened my day already, Emilie. You do not realize how lonely I have been these past three years in the early morn. Oh, so lonely…" (rofl xD)
Sebastian's romantic Romeo advancement/serenade won him the jackpot/lottery ticket (something like that). A deep blush colored Emilie's cheeks and he could hear her heartbeat quicken. Her body was tense from the sudden intimacy between them. Not only that, but Sebastian had the woman cornered into the counter. He took a step closer, narrowing the distance between them to less than an inch, and leaned his head towards hers.
The man whispered, "You look quite lovely this morning, Emilie."
The blood rushing to the woman's face excited the demon. The quickening of her heart and breath made him want her all the more. He could hardly resist the innocent girl before him. He wanted her, to taste the sweet, scrumptious young woman. Slowly corrupting Emilie's innocence was going to be a lot more difficult than he first anticipated, if it were at all possible.
Through a beet red blush, she stammered, "T-t-t-thank y-you, S-S-Sebastian…"
His compliment on her looks embarrassed Emilie. She hardly knew what to do with herself. She was not used to people praising her appearance so she was surprised by Sebastian's action. Was it normal for a man to act this intimate when giving a compliment or saying something? She was not quite sure. Emilie had not been around men all that much in her life, at least men close to her age. The only males she had really been around were young boys and older men.
Her eyes shifted to the dough on the counter, wanting to look away from Sebastian. Remembering what she was doing before, Emilie glanced back to the butler and she raised her voice a little over a whisper. She said almost in a questioning manner, "Ummm… Sebastian…? The dough… if I don't continue… then it will, err, flatten (right? Or something else. I dunno. I don't bake enough. T-T)."
Sebastian blinked and looked down, noticing that his arms blocked her from moving. He smiled and straightened his form, which had been leaning quite close to Emilie before. The demon scratched the back of his head, which he tilted to the side, and he said in a fake, nervous laugh, "I apologize, Emilie. I did not realize I had been cornering you all of this time."
Emilie gave him a similar look with closed eyes. She sweat-dropped and said, "No, it's fine Sebastian. You weren't harming anything."
The butler's eyes perked up. Emilie had already turned around and was about to work on the dough again. Her hands were hovering over it, about to press her fingers into the soft, powdery substance. Sebastian slightly leaned forward towards Emilie, trying to get a better look at the dough. He had noticed the bowls and items around the counters and sink before. He was now curious as to what the newly hired servant was making.
Sebastian raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "May I inquire as to what dish you are preparing? And can I be of any assistance to you?"
"Oh," Emilie plopped the ball of dough on the counter and began flattening it out with her hands, "why of course! I am making _(food) served with _ (fruit) (I dunno. Some sort of breakfast dish that's sweet. Something good with fruit, since she'll probably serve it with blueberries or strawberries. Whatever… you *my editor* are good with food, so what do you think? Lol! xD) for the Master Ceil's breakfast. The leftover dough will be used to make _ (some sort of yummy desert that takes a long time to bake… your choice. =D) for desert later on. It takes a while for the _ (desert) to bake, so I figured I should start preparing it early so that I am not in as big of a rush while making it later."
Emilie stopped her movement with her hands and pondered for a moment. Once an idea came to her, she said, "Sebastian, if you don't mind unpacking the fresh produce that just came in and washing the fruit, I would really appreciate it."
The butler walked over to the large wooden crate on the counter by the back door. It was filled with fruit, separate sections for each kind. This surprised Sebastian. He did not remember ordering the food. His head turned to the side and he called, "Hey, Emilie? Where did the fruit come from?"
She smiled and picked up a wooden roller. She began to flatten the dough further. Emilie explained to the man clad in black, "Before I came here yesterday, I told my friend, Cho, at the food market if he could have some fresh fruit delivered to the Phantomhive manor. He used to bring the food to the Edward's estate every morning. I helped him out a while back ago and he owes me. Well, I mean, I don't feel like he should owe me anything, but Cho is adamant that he repay me for what I did. He told me I can have whatever produce I want anytime, anywhere for free. It's pretty convenient and I felt I should cook something really nice on my first day so that Master Ceil will know that I appreciate his kindness and that I will take my job seriously."
Sebastian was impressed. Emilie continued to surprise the demon, and he did not even know her for a full day. He felt a sight urge to ask Emilie what she had done to make this Cho want to repay her, but he held off. The question could wait for another day, or he could just investigate it on his own. The last thing the butler wanted was for Emilie to feel like he was intruding on her personal life, although he felt that that was unlikely. She was not the type of person to be offended or to take the defensive. The young woman was sweet and naïve.
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A/N:
Okay, so there it is so far. I hope you all liked it. Again, sorry it isn't complete. I just felt a need to give you all something and to show everyone that I am still alive and ready to write some more. Don't worry! I haven't given up on the story! Yea!
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Hmmm… so it seems like my little experiment from forever ago worked. I am quite glad about that. Hee hee! Thank you ALL so much for giving me reviews and showing your support for me. You don't know how much I appreciate it. If it weren't for you guys, I may have seriously given up on this story. Seeing as to how popular my fan-fiction is (I have at least 300 some-odd views of just this story a month! =O), I couldn't just drop this story. Now that I have seen how many people like TBBA (The Black Butler's Assistant), I am even more determined to keep it going. If I have forgotten anyone, I sincerely apologize. I believe this is everyone so far from last chapter. When I update this chapter for real next time, I will include all of you again and anyone else that might review from now till them. I promise I will respond to everyone's review the next chance I get, but it may take a while. I'll try my hardest. Again, thank you all for your support. I love you all and your kind words. They really touched me and made me feel good about myself. For real! Big internet hugs and kudos for everyone! *hugs*
So I plan on not only updating the next chapter soon, but also a cleaned up and all new and improved chapters 1 and 2. You may want to read them again when I do that because there will be some major changes to the story so that it makes more sense. Plus, I think it will be funnier and more detailed. Ciel is going to be hilarious in Chapter 1. xD So please, be prepared for that. I also plan to post a picture one of my best friend's drew of Emilie Wright. It is absolutely beautiful and amazing and looks like legit professional anime art. There will be a link on the next chapter for it on when I post it. She is SO cute and adorable, especially in her custom made maid's outfit. Tee hee! ~.^
Oh, did anyone notice the "pointing out his own room nearby and Bard's, Maylene's Finnian's, and Tanaka's rooms further away" in the second paragraph of the second scene? Yes, it was intentional &, yes, Sebby living right by Emilie shall be used later for comical situations in TBBA. Sebby has some cruel, naughty *giggles*, tortuous plans for Emilie up his sleeve. If only I could be her… x3