Similar Souls *Black Butler* (Sebastian Michaelis x OC)

His Maid, Introduced

It happened on Christmas morning of 1886. That was day everything changed for me. For better or worse, I still do not know. Perhaps I may never know. To be honest, I stopped caring long ago. But that is a story for another day. As I said, this story begins on Christmas morning of 1886, the day I met them. The day my fate became intertwined with that of Ciel Phantomhive and his black butler...

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"And where do you think you're going at this hour?" Bo's boss sneered, his Cockney accent thick. She had grown used to it by now; everyone she knew had it, including herself. Mr. Brown looked down at her through his beady brown eyes and smiled. Bo fought the urge to gag at his wretched breath and yellow teeth. "A lady like you shouldn't be out alone this late, poppet. Why don't you spend the night here? I have an extra cot you could use upstairs."

I'm no lady, Bo wanted hiss. Mr. Brown was the single most perverted, disgusting, idiotic man she had ever met. Normally, his vile comments were kept in check by the presence of his wife, but Mrs. Brown had been out on a trip to the country to visit her mother and it seemed the depraved brute was growing bold. If Bo had wanted to, she could have punched that dirty old man in his fat stomach and told him right where he could shove his cot.

Unfortunately, Bo needed money, and miserly Mr. Brown had plenty of it. So instead, she batted her lashes at the old pervert and said in the sweetest voice she could manage, "Why thank you, Mr. Brown, but my poor mother would be worried sick if I didn't come home tonight." This of course, was a lie. Bo's parents had been dead for over ten years now, but Mr. Brown didn't need to know that. All Bo needed to do was convince him that someone was waiting for her at home, and that if she didn't show, there would be trouble. "Besides, it's Christmas Eve. I should spend it with my family."

Bo moved to walk past him, but he wrapped one fat hand around her wrist. Bo tried to pull away, but his grip was tight despite his disgustingly sweaty palms. "Come now, poppet," he said in what Bo supposed was an attempt at a seductive voice. "It's freezing out. Stay here with me and keep warm."

Bo thanked him quickly but denied the offer once more. This time, however, when she tried to pull away, he pulled her towards himself so that she was pressed against his fat belly. Bo suppressed the urge to vomit at the stench of alcohol and cigars which stuck to his clothes. "Now, now," said Mr. Brown. "I don't think that's any way to speak to your boss." Bo fought back a scream as the pervert brought his lips closer to her own. "Why don't you try that again?"

Damn the money, Bo thought as she brought up her knee to his groin. Once again, she was thankful for her small size. Bo doubted a normal-sized woman her age would have been able to knee the short, potbellied man. Most people would consider it a disadvantage, but she found it useful in more ways than one. As Mr. Brown cursed and released her to grab his genitals in pain, Bo rushed out the door.

The old pervert had been right about one thing: It was freezing. Bo made her way through the darkened streets of London as quickly as possible without slipping on the icy roads. Snow fell around her like a white curtain, dotting her black hair with flakes of pure white. Bo rubbed her arms together as she walked, cursing herself for forgetting her coat in the rush. It was the only one Bo had, and now that she had just kneed her boss in the groin, Bo had no idea when she'd have the money to buy a new one.

Mr. Brown's drunken yells echoed throughout the city as he chased her down the street. For the moment, Bo had the advantage, but if she didn't get out of the cold, she risked collapsing. Bo cursed herself once more for not eating anything. She was meant to be paid that day and had been hoping to have her own small feast for Christmas, so she had been saving up as much as she could.

Bo hurried into a small alleyway and leaned against the wall. As she caught her breath, she counted the chimes from Big Ben's clock. When the twelfth chime sounded, Bo laughed bitterly. She reached for the simple locket around her neck and opened it up. "Happy Christmas," Bo breathed as she smiled down at the picture of her parents. "I miss you guys."