sharp blades cut deep

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! I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any of its characters !

TW: violence, murder

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Ciel POV

"Be careful with the porcelain, Mey-Rin" my butler shouted while preparing the food. The maid blushed furiously and tried to find her balance again. The highly stacked pile of various plates and bowls wobbled alarmingly as she stumbled through the kitchen. She took a step to her left to straighten the pile but it immediately bend over to the other side. A surprised sound left her mouth and she desperately tried to balance it. She stepped over to the right and 

...fell right into Bardroy. She swayed back and forth and for a moment, it even seemed like she could stabilise herself. 

She couldn't. 

This is a bloody disaster, I thought as I watched Sebastian catch the expensive tableware with - of course - perfect elegance. Mey-Rin fell onto her nose as her hands still found themselves in the position she tried to carry the porcelain with. That lured a small and barely visible smile on my face because I knew that Sebastian wouldn't have had a problem to avoid the disaster of broken dishes by catching them all and to prevent Mey-Rin kissing the floor involunatrily for the at least twentieth time this week at the same time. 

I don't know why I decided to join my servants in the kitchen. I knew exactly that they are a ticking bomb which can solely and exclusively be defused by Sebastian. He was like a sheperd who needed to hold back a herd of confused and silly sheep from jumping right over a cliff. 

I stood at the entrance, leaning against the doorframe. Nobody had noticed me until my butler turned around and met my gaze. 

"Master." 

He bowed and my other servants turned around startled. "You- Young Earl, I did not notice you and for that I am terribly sorry, yes I am!" Mey-Rin shouted and turned even redder while she got up on her feet again and stumbled towards Sebastian to line up. Baldroy stood straight as a pole, trying to hide his flamethrower behind his back (miserably, I could still see most of it) and gulped. 

"Um... yeah." I didn't know how to react. I looked at my butler seeking help and tried to instruct him through eye contact to get me out of this rather uncomfortable situation.

The servants looked at me, waiting for instructions or even me scolding them for something. The seconds felt like hours and even though I was sure that hardly any time had passed I sensed my face getting hot under the unwanted attention. The seconds dragged on and I heard my own heartbeat speeding up under the unwanted attention. My palms got sweaty and I cleared my throat, breaking the silence in the most awkward way possible. 

Finally, I spoke up although my voice sounded unsure.

"Sebastian, my dinner is burning."

The bell at the main entrace rang at 19:07 o'clock. I already sat in the salon and couldn't hold back a disapproving sound escaping my throath. Harrington hadn't even arrived on time. I clicked my tongue. I won't regret regret anything. I am just immensely pissed that my victim wouldn't even keep his appointmemt with death. 

However. 

I heard Sebastian open the heavy wooden door, it swung open with a small but audible sound. The quit and polite chit-chat between my guest and my servant was only  a distant and barely perceptible murmuring downstairs. I readjusted on my chait as their steps approached and put on a bored face.