The Cat Witch.

III

When Sebastian left, (y/n) assumed it was to help the Young Master with something. She also thought that he'd return to finish the preparations for dinner.

When he didn't, (y/n) assumed it was her duty now. So she prepared countless meals, followed each recipe that Sebastian had left on the table. Using this much magic was a lot of work for the girl, and she felt herself growing tired by the minute.

Somehow though, she managed. The girl had finished a full-course supper for a large number of people in just a few hours. She was rather proud of herself.

Afterwards, (y/n) had set up the table in the dining room in one or two minutes with a few spells and incantations. She had made sure that it was perfect; the cloth was wrinkle-free and not a single piece of silverware was clouded or stained.

Just as the girl was finishing the last few decorations, she felt a familiar presence nearby. Was it Sebastian? No, this soul was far, far to pure to be that of a demon...

"Young Master?" asked (y/n) as the said boy entered the room. "Can I help you, Sir?"

Ciel cast a perplexed look in her direction. "Yes," he said. "Have you seen Sebastian? Isn't this his job?"

The girl shrugged. "He ran off somewhere, so I figured that I'd do this for him."

"Oh no, is dinner prepared yet?"

"Yes."

"All of it?"

"Yes."

Ciel's one good eye widened in disbelief. "Well... Alright. Well done."

"Oh!" said (y/n) in surprise. "Thank you, Master. I hope it will be to your liking."

"You can take the rest of the day off, until tonight's reception. You did well."

"Thank you, Sir. You are very kind."

Ciel then left the room, nose in the air, like any other noble. (Y/n) respectfully let him get ahead, then went up to Mey-Rin's room- her room as well, since they were now sharing. Then she put a spell on herself; to wake up when it was time for the reception.

And the witch fell into slumber.

The next few days, weeks, and months were uneventful, other than the regular explosions from the kitchen, shatters of expensive tea sets and cries of 'I'm so sorry Mr. Sebastian!'.

Actually, scratch that. Those were not special events.

The only odd thing in the Phantomhive manor- for (y/n), at least- was the way that demon stared at her. It wasn't a satanic look or an evil gaze, like the one you'd expect from someone like him, but almost an expression that suggested longing.

The girl wasn't sure if it was for her or her soul or both, but she did know that Sebastian was hiding something. She also didn't know if she wanted to find out what it was.

Whenever Sebastian talked to her, it was very brief or emotionless. His body twitched and remained stiff around the witch most of the time. She didn't understand.

Little did she know, Sebastian didn't understand either. He couldn't get that bloody witch out of his head... She was always on his mind, sneaking in and distracting him from whatever he was doing. It was almost like the Young Master's soul.

Not quite. Almost.

The Young Master's soul invaded his thoughts because of it's superior flavour and powers. And (y/n)... She was just... there, for the lack of a better word. He didn't know why, and it drove him mad.