Mу ƁυтƖєя, Mσɗєяη~[Sebastian X Reader]

I~ Ⓜⓨ Ⓑⓤⓣⓛⓔⓡ, Ⓟⓔⓡⓕⓔⓒⓣ

There was a tree.
A magnificent tree, full of gorgeous blossoms.
In the backyard of my home. An orphanage.

A dark figure perched in the branches of the great tree.

I knelt over a small grave, dried tears on my younger face.

"Are you sure you wish to form a contract with me?" Asked a clipped British voice.

I ran a hand over the grave lightly, brushing the dirt away slightly.

"I'm sure." I whispered.

"There's no turning back." He chuckled before floating don from the tree, extending  a ghostly white hand with dark black nail polish.

I extended my own and grasped his.
A burning sensation ran up my arm, making me shudder.
"Gah!" I let out a scream, pulling back my ar quickly, feeling my hand burn.
I fell to the ground, holding my hand, witch felt like it was on fire.

"Under these terms, I shall help you escape this place, avenge your brother, and look after you til your dying day." He told me, looking down at me.
I nodded, grimacing, looking down at my hand.
The contract sign was now clearly imprinted on my right hand.

"Let's get started."

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"Ah!

 I sat up sharply.

My heart was pounding.
It's ok, your just remembering things. I scolded myself at freaking out over a memory.
I was alright now.
I had my own house, my own life.
I was alright.

A sound made me turn my head.
"Good morning Miss (Y/n)."

The beginning of the summer, I had made a contract with him.

This was going to be hard.

"Today you have school for approximately," Sebastian flipped open his silver pocketwatch as he motioned for me to sit up.

I sat up slowly, eyeing him.
I still wasn't used to him.
He was so handsome.
"Nine hours. Come come, let's hurry." He scolded, pulling me of the bed effortlessly.
I nodded and walked to my closet.
"Sebastian, go get me my breakfast, will you?"
"Yes, my lady."
I rolled my eyes at the formality and pulled out a simple black stylish dress.
He's so... perfect.

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(Sebastian's POV)

This place is so much more peaceful then the Phantomhive manor.
I picked up the tray with today's breakfast.
(Y/n) was going to like this.
I'm looking forwards to her face lighting up.... as always.

I entered the dining room.
(Y/n) sat at the head of  the table, holding her iphone, typing away.
I gently slid it out her hand quickly and set it neatly down onto the side table.
"Not at the table (Y/n)."
She frowned slighly.
"Hey! I have VIP to text!"
"You may do it afterwards, I am sure they will not cease to exist after breakfast."

"They might." (Y/n) whispered, however, her attitude lightened as I lifted the lid on the tray.

"Ah! Cherry danish with Darjeeling tea! How wonderful!" She mused, clapping her hands together, smiling.
Finally, a master who can recognize my refreshments before I say them.

"Precisely."

____________________________________________________________~Wanting to be loved, for that sole obstinate reason, people can even go this far.~