AN: I'm sorry everything is taking me so long- I feel so bad D: I have a PE exam coming up that I've had to revise for, not to mention stacks of homework. And then I gain some sort of writers block I really should write down ideas when I get them huh? Anyway, just to let you know, the first small part is in a narrative point of view, just to let you know what's going on~
'Sebastian, has the appointment arrived yet?'
'I'm afraid not my Lord, she's been held up in a recent occurence in London- it looks like the Queen has been having a problem without us.'
'Oh for goodness sake- my leg is broken for a few days and all Hell bre-'
The sound of an explosion headed from the kitchen, panicked screams following its path. Ciel knew that he wasn't fit to look after his country, especially when a brief explosion caused him to jump the way he did, but he couldn't help feeling that he was letting the country down- it was his duty as a Phantomhive to protect London at any cost.
'Master you ought not to feel that way- I'll look out for anything and sort out Bardroy, if I couldn't what kind of butler would I be?'
***~Five Minutes Later***~
Your knuckles rapped into the large doors gently, their noise echoing in your ears. Your hands instinctively stroked down the skirt on your dress, the belt of it resting just beneath your breasts. You coughed quietly into your fist and took a deep breath, the hinges squeaking as a short old man stared at you, laughing in a manner that you found to be rather adorable.
'Hello, I'm Miss [Surname]. I applied for the job?'
You stared at him, an aura of madness radiating from behind him. Pan's seemed to be colliding with the floor and you could here the wail of what seemed to be a man, but you couldn't be certain. You could hear pacing footsteps and he invited you inside, or so you presumed, by stepping aside and leaving the door ajar.
Your hand pulled it back, exposing a large hall with red carpeted stairs in the middle. A man with some sort of ash covered afro was running around frantically, flailing as a significantly taller, black haired man chased after him. You gulped and took a step into the manor, the door slamming behind you as soon as you released it.
Your hands resided at the front of your [f/c] dress, your eyes glancing to the floor as you tried to blank out the noise around you. It was more than a few minutes before they even quietened down, the black haired man gazing at you before stopping and composing himself.
You had to admit that, as frantic as he was when running, your heart skipped a beat when you looked at him. His skin was a pale milk and his eyes a glowing red. Adrenaline pumped through your veins and your hands tightened as his voice erupted, your gaze focusing on his lips.
'Welcome to the Phantomhive manor Miss....'
'________. My name is _________.'
'Well then Miss ________, I shall have to excuse the mess that has been made here. Bardroy!' His voice boomed through the hall, the man you had seen him chasing earlier arriving at his side almost as soon as the words left his mouth, 'Clean this place up immediately- we can't have the Young Master slipping on something now can we?'
A death glare pierced into the so-called Bardroy as he nodded and fled away, leaving without a word.
'I'm sorry that I'm late. I got held up, the snow out there is dreadful.'
'My apologies Young Lady, I must say that I meant to clear the path but will all the recent havoc the time to do it has been evading me.'
His gloved hand reached out for yours and, in total embarrassment, you took it politely, a grateful smile entering onto your face. He began to lead you up the stairs, past several paintings and only stopped the silence when you passed the first door in a stretching corridor that seemed to never end. You were used to a small house in London, running a shop all day long, every day and a place as large as this caused you to be in awe.
'It's a pretty house isn't it? It originally belonged to the Young Master's parents.'
Your curiosity got the better of you and a sigh escaped your own lips, frustrated that you had asked such a question in such a way.
'They died in a fire when he was younger, I would refrain from bringing it up around him.'
'Oh- of course, that's perfectly understandable.'
'Well then, here we are- please, go ahead of me.'
He swung the door on its hinges for you, gesturing you inside with a pushing hand. You took several steps until you resided in the centre of the room. A boy with short navy hair stared up at you from the paper, the front line telling something about people being slaughtered by a new Jack the Ripper copy cat.
'Sebastian, who is this?'
'She's the new employee my Lord- Miss [Full Name]. She just transferred here from London. She had to walk most of the way due to the snow.'
'I see why she took so long then.'
You blushed and looked at the floor, embarrassed. Everyone always brought up something about your weight, the only person you'd made who hadn't was Sebastian, at least from what the 'Young Master' was saying you thought that his name was Sebastian.
'Look at her Sebastian, she's barely fit to work anywhere. I doubt she even managed to get here without taking a break.'
'...I'm sorry Young Master. I shall be leaving soon if that's the way you feel. Would it be possible for me to stay the night and leave in the morning?'
'Of course. Although it will have to be early I'm afraid, other people have acceptable jobs to do- jobs that require some one.... More suited to hard labour.'
You dropped your head to the ground. Your parents had supported you because of your weight, even though you were no where near fat, and everyone else pressured you into feeling inadequate. Your black shoes began to lead you out of the room cautiously, your eyes never leaving the floor as tears dripped down your face.
***~Several Hours Later, In The Servants Quarters~***
You looked away in embarrassment as he placed the plate down before you, removing his gloved hand from the underside of the white plate. You were resisting the urge to dig into the food- especially since it was [favourite desert]- but you looked away, closing your eyes and focusing on ignoring it.
'Miss _______, is something wrong?'
You turned your head awkwardly and mustered a smile, opening your [e/c] orbs as his own red ones stared back intently.
'No... I just don't feel hungry.'
'Is this something to do with what Ciel said earlier?'
Your hands clenched under the table, clutching a piece of [f/c] cloth from your dress as you bit back your lip. You could feel it quivering as your eyes closed and felt arms around you, one under your knees and the other behind your shoulders. Opening your eyes all you could see was the chest of Sebastian, your hands leaving your dress and latching onto his chest. You had always been frightened of being lifted for other people for fear of them judging more than they already did and you had began to panic on the inside, alarm bells ringing.
'Shh, its okay Miss _______, trust me.'
Your head turned and you looked again, trying to find an object to let your eyes settle on but only finding blurring images that didn't give you the slightest hint as to where you were headed, or even where you were now.
A star covered sky greeted your eyes, a hillside covered in snow beneath your feet. You had barely registered the fact that you had been put down before a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, soft lips pushing themselves into your own.
'Don't worry about what the Young Master said- I'll make sure you get your job.'
Your lips were drawn away from his as quickly as they had brushed together, your cheeks burning once again- you obviously couldn't hide how you felt very well.
'But he's right Sebastian... Look at me.'
'What is there to see? All I see is a beautiful young lady who's been denied of the love that she deserves. Ignore what he said, ignore what everyone else said.' His hand rested gently under your chin, tilting it up in such a way that you were forced to stare into his eyes, 'You are perfect to me no matter what anyone else says. They're all lunatics if they don't see the beauty inside your heart.'
You turned your head away but not before he tightened his embrace. His hand yet again tilted your face towards his, your rose lips colliding together once again in an unstoppable moment.