Till Death do we Part Sebastian x reader

His Maid, The Dragons Den

"Hey! Stop!!!" An officer yelled immediately blowing his shrill whistle alerting all the nearby officers. All of them bolted down an alley and onto a different street. You pretended to be engrossed in whatever was on display in the shoppe in front of you as two officers zipped past you, your hood covered most of your face from recognition. Don't draw attention to yourself and attention almost always won't find you. Crossing the road casually you almost walked headfirst into Mr Randall. He was busy barking out orders to surround the street and to check the shoppes. Annoyance simmered on the surface of your head but you kept out of his line sight while keeping him in yours, he would definitely recognize you immediately. You knew he enjoyed this manhunt having never liked the young master in the first place. Shaking your head, you cleared your mind. Having emotional ties to your work was different, pre-Phantomhive you would've shut your brain down at the mere thought of being emotionally attached to an aspect of work.

Randall barged into a familiar shoppe with a posse of officers. Letting the last of the officers trickle in, you inched toward the familiar shoppe.

"...Don't act smart with me boy," he growled. "Where did you hide them?"

You saw figures crowding around a spot in the back through the frosted glass and red cursive letters read back to you, "The Lark Photographic Studio". It was Mr. Pete's shoppe, the photographer that was at the townhouse just yesterday morning. A wave of emotion swelled in your chest at the remembrance of Agni and the prince, and you tried desperately to shake it off but couldn't help wonder where they were.

Where one of them was anyway.

"They went underground through the back. That's all I know."

"Good," Randall's gun decocked. He probably held Pete at gunpoint. "A fitting place for those rats. Go in after them."

You dashed into an alley and bent to shift the cover over the manhole leading to the sewers. "Find them," you said to the albino snake hiding in your hood who you hoped understood you like he understood Snake. Sliding off your shoulder he slithered on the wall. Mr Lao and Ran Mao followed suit dropping down behind you from wherever they were hiding. "There's another level beneath us we need to find another way down," you said quickly, your eyesight was considerably better than theirs in the dark thanks to your binding mark with a certain demon.

"Oh no need. Ran Mao?" Mr Lao said.

She pulled her chuí from behind her back and blasted the floor beneath all of you. Quickly searching for Keats, he slithered his way to safety before any destruction was dealt thankfully. You grabbed onto the nearest thing to steady yourself but unfortunately it was an unstable set of brick and you fell into the rubble that was the floor you were standing on a moment ago. A warning would've been appreciated, you thought in annoyance.

"Go get them Ran-Mao," Mr Lau said nonchalantly.

"Since when were you working with the Yard, Lao?"

You looked up at the sound of the young lord's voice.

"What? We had an agreement," you hissed through your teeth, dragging yourself to your feet and whipping out your blade.

"Now miss assassin," he smiled innocently at you not fazed by your glinting blade and pointed behind you to Ran-Mao who was caressing Bard's chest.

"Wha-"

"Ran Mao, really, that's not what I meant."

"And you..." the young lord turned to you finally.

"You knew about this," he stated and not asked. Pissed off wasn't enough to describe his face or demeanour.

"I didn't," you said firmly.