One Hell of a Butler - Part 4More Like This
The Butler Cold
It was dark when I finally awoke.
Very dark for that matter.
In contrast to the morning, the night had turned nasty and I could hear a faint whistle of wind blowing through some random crevice, with the harsh hiss of rain battering against the balcony doors.
Propping myself up on one hand I found that I was no longer clothed, my body almost fully exposed if it had not been for my pair of undergarments. I would make a note to myself to punish Sebastian accordinly for both undressing me without my permission and allowing me to sleep in such a state.
Regardless of the weather, my body temperature was rather warm and I did not feel the chill in the room. In fact, considering the weather, I was extremely warm. Hot even. Even so, I tugged at the sheets under my duvet and wrapped them around myself allowing them to flop over my shoulders before pushing myself from the bed.
The material dragged along
His Butler, SorrowMore Like This
Finally, it is finished. Ciel Phantomhive expels a great sigh of relief as his head falls into his hands. The paper work is done and in many neat piles atop his desk all ready to be mailed back to their original owners. Beside him sits his butler, a loyal demon who happily flicks the very last of the paperwork into its designated spot atop the oak surface. His eyes shift down to the mentally exhausted earl beside him. Smiling he ruffles the young boy's hair, "See? That wasn't so bad."
A tiny glare greets him, "Not so bad? Are you daft? That was three days of paperwork! How in any way was it not so bad?"
Sebastian chuckles, kissing Ciel gently on the cheek, "You were there, that's good enough for me."
Rolling his eyes slightly Ciel sits upright, surveying the masses of paper before him, "Well I suppose we can mail it all out tomorrow, and by we I mean you."
"Of course, my lord." His eyes scan the desk one last time in search of any bits they missed so they may retire for the evenin
One Hell of a Butler - Part 5More Like This
The Butler Disengaged
This was a dream. It was the only explanation for all of it.
I did not have a fever.
The weather was not horrid.
I was not awake, rather, lying asleep in bed.
Grell Sutcliff was not standing in front of me.
As the rain beat against my face, the wind chilling my body to the core, there was only one thing I could feel: the anger and hurt I felt for the man standing before me, upon the ledge of my balcony. The man who single-handedly destroyed one of the last pieces of my normal life.
Every time I saw him and his disgusting grin, it made me sick to my stomach.
Without even thinking, I spoke, my feelings overwhelming me too much.
"What business do you have here, Shinigami? What do you want this time?" I knew that he wasn't truly a man, but a reaper of death. Sent to judge and take lives of the people on Earth. However, the one time tha