[E d i t i n g]Knife through the Heart. ( Black butler x Readers x ohshc )

Target Locked. Or Not...

As I sat on the roof of one of the most important Earls in England, the one responsible for the flow of Irish tea leaves to England, I tried to ignore the dark sky that was currently making looking through my sniper scope a bit harder than I'd prefer.

But it wasn't a major problem. I've had to do this many times. My eyesight had adjusted to the dark night. But tonight, there weren't any stars out, and the moon was shrouded by clouds, so my field of vision was limited.

I saw the Earl sit up from his bed, Most likely to drink his nightly tea before bed. I've been watching him for around a week, forming his schedule in my head, deciding when the best time to strike was.

I pulled out the small sheet of paper in my pocket that had the (hardly) detailed plan I was meant to follow on it.

The plan:

Wait for his servant to bring him his tea, then after he leaves, shoot him through the head. Make sure there's no noise, then sneak through the window and carve my mark in his chest. I'll slit his throat, just for extra precautions.
Take any valuable items in the room, then report to boss.

As I cocked my gun back and loaded a round of bullets in, I noticed the Earl was using a new China set that was shiny and obviously new. Despicable. He could have used that money to help someone in need, but nope. He went and spent it on a fancy cup.

I always notice this about these rich people. They pamper themselves, but never give back to those who were in dire need of support. That's why I didn't mind doing this job. It was "for the greater good".

I looked through the scope again. I took a deep breath before pulling the trigger.

But alas, a loud noise from the side of me by my snack bag, where I kept bread and canteens of water, caused my shot to go up, and only break the window of the bedroom which alerted the guards.

"God-!!!.....Bless this great day." I said, refraining from cussing. I do my best no to, but I have a slight habbit of cussing. I get it from my mom.

I wasn't very well hidden, so I angrily put up the gun in its case, which I had designed to look like a suitcase, and picked up my snack bag to see what made me miss my shot.

I figured it was a peasant kid, so I would probably yell at him before giving him some food. I mean, the kid would probably be hungry...

I picked up the bag and whisper yelled" Hey you little twi-" I was interrupted by a soft" Meow." Which made me stop dead in the middle of my yelling.

After fully lifting up the bag, I found a little kitten, no more than a month old. I stared a it in confusion for a moment, but my heart was soon melted by the young kit that I went from yelling my ear off to swooning at the paws of mother nature's latest creation.

I jumped off the roof, landing on my feet.

I carried the small animal in my arm as I held my gun case in the other and started home. But soon, I noticed a presence behind me. I turned a corner and stopped, to see if anyone was following me.

I was greeted by eyes that to me, appeared as the brightest red of a freshly shined ruby. I let out a small shriek of terror.

After a second, I jumped back and saw the man who was looking at me fully.

Hair long, but cut formally, as dark as the midnight under a new moon. His eyes, as I said before, held the appearance of a royal red, like the fabric on the bed sheets the queen would use.

His outfit was that of a butler, white dress shirt, black dress pants, along with white gloves, and a a tail coat to put the cherry on his outfit Sunday.

I held in a small gasp as I reached for my closest knife, Which was strapped to my lower thigh. My hand retracted quickly because I was soon startled by the little kitten jump from my arms.

Paying me no mind, he swooned over the kitten just as I did, but more... obsessively. " Oh my, you adorable little creature! Your soft, luscious palms are most attractive, and your claws are a dash sharp, but wel-"

" Excuse me, is this your kitten? If he is, we need to talk. He messed me up in the line of work!!" I interrupted him. He smiled , amused.

"Well? Are you going to reply, or sit there smiling like you just saw a kid fall on ice?"

He started to speak. " My dear, who might you be?"
I looked at him. "I'm Y/N, what's it to ya? Who might you be sir?" I said, copping an attitude with him out of frustration of the failed mission.

"I am Sebastian Michealis, " he said before turning to a boy who appeared out of no where, "And this is my master, the earl Phantomhive. "