Author's Note: Here's Chapter 2. Hope ya'll like the OC and the story. I just wanted to experiment by putting Sebastian and Claude under one master. So...even I want to see how it turns out!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters Sebastian Claude and Lord Randall. They are all part of Kuroshitsuji, which I don't own. Yana Toboso does, though.
Chapter 2: Their Mistress, The Queen's Snake
Azalea looked at her butlers, who were also eyeing her with curiosity.
"It's Sunday. You don't usually wake me up so early on a Sunday." She looked at Sebastian as he opened her closet. "What? Answer me!" She turned to Claude, who entered the room with a towel and bath-robe.
"My Lady, your aunt and her family are coming over today. They informed us yesterday when you'd already gone to bed." Sebastian said, smiling at her.
"They shall be here on account of attending your birthday tomorrow." Claude added. Azalea eyed Sebastian bring out her attire for the day: a black dress with silver brocade and corset back, with a full-length thickly-netted over satin skirt.
Claude arranged the breakfast tray on her bedside table and helped her to her feet.
"Oh…of course." She got up and headed over to the bathroom. Sebastian and Claude followed her, as always. They never let her out of their sight. She let her nightgown slip off her shoulders and body, and stepped in, while Sebastian shampooed her hair, and Claude scrubbed her arms. She relaxed for a moment in the soothing warm water, before she returned to business.
"Why do they always have to ruin my alone time? I didn't want any relatives on this occasion, poking and prodding into my business. It was a ball just for my friends, business assistants and partners. It was strictly supposed to be a business meeting type of thing!" She got out, as Claude draped the bathrobe around her body. She walked out with the two following her again.
"Sebastian, didn't you tell her that? Claude, you should have known! Right yesterday, I told you about it! I put you in charge of the guest listing. Both of you are complete idiots!" Both demons cringed at her words. But, soon after that, Sebastian's smirk and Claude's stoic expression returned.
"We apologize deeply, young mistress." Sebastian bowed down with a hand over his heart.
"Rest assured that such a thing will never happen again." Claude interjected.
"We'll see about that…" Azalea stood still as Sebastian toweled her hair dry. Her brown hair fell down to her back, and was something most people appreciated about her. Claude brought out a few sheets of papers and placed them on Azalea's dresser.
Sebastian guided the girl to her dresser and she sat down on the stool, looking towards the two butlers. Sebastian walked forwards with the clothing while Claude handed his mistress a glass of water.
"Good, Claude. You remembered that I require a glass of water before putting on that stupid corset." Azalea smirked lightly. Claude blinked once in reply, before bowing low.
"My Lady, allow me." Sebastian gestured to the clothes. He was carrying a huge bundle of the load she had to wear every day. Damn society. But, let's just toy with him for a while, thought Azalea, smirking. She hadn't missed the sour look Sebastian had shot to her other butler, when she complimented the latter.
"Sebastian, how are you going to dress me with all that in your arms? Hand them over to Claude; he can pass them to you as you proceed." Azalea suggested cunningly, knowing that the red-eyed demon would be more than unwilling to take Claude's help.
"My mistress, thank you for your concern, but I'm perfectly fine-" Sebastian started, only to be cut off.
"Cut the crap, okay? Just do as I say." Azalea always cussed whenever she felt like it; another reason for her getting bad karma amongst her folks.
"Yes, my Lady." Azalea watched as the black haired demon handed the large pile of clothing to the demon opposite to him. She could've sworn that Claude's lips twitched at Sebastian's face reaction.
Sebastian pulled the camisole down on her body before putting on the knickers. Claude held out the clothes almost grudgingly. She sat back down more comfortably when Sebastian was done with tying her waist-slip and deportment skirt into place. Last of all came the torture device…the corset. Sebastian took it away from Claude's hands, and handed the discarded towel over to him. The first time Azalea had been dressed by the demons was the most embarrassing moment of her life, as far as she recalled. She had never been full-blown naked in front of anyone but her mother and her personal maid before that. But now, after so many years of the same thing…Sebastian dressing her while Claude stood over for orders…was usual. She'd grown used to it. If her aunt or other relatives got to know how her butlers served the purpose of her personal maids, she knew that they'd torment her to no end. She didn't want anyone to know about her private life.
The corset's laces, amazingly, did not hurt much. Sebastian had paid attention to what she'd told him before: about applying less pressure over her chest (since it nearly pulverized her lungs and hurt her sensitive region) and keep it tight at the waist (she still likes to look good). Yeah, she's grown accustomed to share such things with her butlers. Come on, they're the only ones she could trust now. She wouldn't risk anyone else to be here. Humans all spill out their secrets when it comes to money. These demons: not a chance.
"That is good, Sebastian. You've done a great job. I actually don't mind wearing a corset for once. Especially because you've laced it exactly how I told you before." Sebastian smirked as Azalea praised him. He pulled the dress over her head and secured the final strings in place.
Azalea glanced at the lapels of her butlers' jackets. Sebastian and Claude were wearing different badges. Since her mother had been the one to form a contract with Sebastian, that made him the rightful owner of the post of the Draconia butler. Therefore, he wore the badge with the Draconia coat of arms on it.
Claude, on the other hand, had been summoned by Damien, and that made him the rightful Frederickson butler. He wore the badge with the Frederickson coat of arms on it. He was the last Frederickson heir…so his butler belonged to her now.
The Draconia family has always been prestigious and the business remained eminent throughout the ages. Azalea wasn't willing to let it pass on to someone unworthy of inheriting it. She would maintain ownership of it for as long as she could. But what bothered her sorely was who it would pass onto after her death. She had no direct bloodline; plus her fiancé was dead. She let it slip for now: she did not want to think about getting married or having children as yet.
"What's on the schedule for today, my loyal butlers?" Azalea asked as she picked up the papers on her dresser and read through them about the latest business statistics. She took a hold of the morning newspaper in her other hand.
"My lady, it is required that you listen to the board of directors and the new complaints they have for you." Sebastian said.
"Uhh…they always have something or the other bothering them, don't they? Stupid morons…"
"And later this afternoon, after lunch, the Queen's butler has arranged to meet you. A new mission for the Queen's snake, I presume." Said Claude.
Ah, yes. The queen's snake. Slithering into the deepest and most unknown crevices of London underground, the Draconia family had to unknowingly strike the wrong-doers polluting London, and eliminate them with their deadly venom.
And here, Azalea was now hoisting the reputation of the deadliest heir to take up this post till date.
"Let's see what it is this time."
The last time, it was a chain of brutal murders done by a serial killer, who took pleasure in murdering and robbing. Azalea had tracked him down, and without any further ado, killed him. She got the demons to do that job.
Scotland Yard and Lord Arthur Randall were furious.
"How dare you take law into your hands?" Randall said, the first time he'd met Azalea after she'd terminated some killer.
"I don't dare, Lord Randall. I just carry out orders. Besides, I don't give a fuck about the law-" Randall and the other officers cringed at the use of such an indecent word by a woman of noble stature. "-and these pathetic, low-class criminals deserve it simply because of soiling London and, moreover, for wasting my time."
And, with a flick of her brown tresses, she turned and walked away, the two, tall and intimidating butlers flanking her.
Scotland Yard had been much less conspicuous about interfering in her cases after that, and they were even more subtle at talking about it when caught.
For they knew now: Azalea Bellatrix Draconia is not a woman to cross.
A/N: So, whatcha think? Review and let me know!