It's Quite Simple. You're a Demon. Want a job? ||| Sebastian Michaelis fanfic

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Carol's POV

Sebastian and I sat in his office, in silence. And... It felt awkward. I remember how Grell left us when we were at the Trancy manor, once the fight started. He left without saying good bye? Weird.. But, now I know that I don't have to deal with him and the embarrassment that he would descend upon me.

I would glance at Sebastian, sitting behind his desk, every so often. I would look away when I felt him staring. I kept fidgeting in a chair that he brought for me, which was by the wall.

"So.. You finally have your memories back?" Sebastian asks, breaking the silence.

"Yes, I have them back. I'm quite glad because I don't think I would be here." I said, flashing one of my old fake smiles.

"Don't think that those fake smiles of yours work on me," he said as he stood up, "Were you happy without them?"

My eyes darted up to his. He was right there, in front of me. For a demon, I saw the hurt and sadness in his eyes.

"I was until I saw you.. Once-"

"That's enough. You can leave, go get some rest. You have chores to do." He cut me short.

"But you-"

"Go! I will tell the young master about this tomorrow. Good night." Sebastian said as he pushed me out.

All I did was fall against the opposite wall, sliding down to the floor. I hugged my legs tight to my body. I felt tears dripping down my cheeks, a waterfall was coming out. After I noticed, I quickly wiped them away and made my way to my shared room.

I open the door to find Mey-rin not here. I turn on the lights to see the empty room.

"I guess.. She is still cleaning up.." I mutter as I change into a nightgown.

I slip into bed, but once my head made contact, the tears were coming back. I started sobbing, wheezing, my asthma started kicking in.

I thought that my asthma would go away.. I'm dead, so how can I have asthma? Nonetheless feel heartbroken..? Oh wait... I forgot I still carry 'them' even though I'm a demon..

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Mey-rin's POV

I finish cleaning, luckily not breaking anything. I walk into my shared room with Carol, to find the lights on, and her slightly shaking.

"M-Miss Carol? Are you ok?" I softly ask the woman who looked to be barely alive.

She didn't answer me. I heard the low sobs that she released.

S-She's crying! W-Why?

I quickly change into my night clothes, and lightly tap her.

"G-Good night, M-Mey-rin.." Her stutter was barely even spoken.

I should talk to the boys, to see if we can cheer her up.

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The next morning
Back to Carol's POV

I feel the sun shining through the windows. I don't bother to leave my bed, knowing that Sebastian will kill me. But I didn't care, I was already dead. My eyes felt watery, even after crying myself to sleep.

Mey-rin probably knows about me crying. Go figure, she probably heard me sobbing loudly, a few minutes after she went to sleep.

I felt bad, knowing that she was probably worried about me, she probably told the others. With that thought, I fell back asleep.

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I woke up to the sound of the door opening.

"Sebastian, why is she still sleeping?" I heard.

Master?

"I don't know, my lord. I told her she had chores to do.." I heard another one, one that sounded irritated.

S-Sebastian..

I felt myself shake once more, I bit my lip, hoping to contain the sobs that wanted to come out. I slowly lifted myself from the bed, feeling weak. I hid my face behind my hair, I didn't want them to see me like this.

"You're finally up, that's good. Now what happened last night?" The young master asks me.

"If.." My voice was hoarse, "If I must be honest.. It's.. A blur to me, at the moment.."

I look at the floor, but then dropped back onto my bed. I kept my face hidden as I turn to face the wall, but felt the bed dip a bit.

"Are you ok, Carol? Are you sick?" He asks.

"I'm fine. I'll be up in a few minutes." I whisper.

"We'll wait for you outside." Ciel says as I heard the door open and close.

I sighed as I got up and made my bed. I also put on my corset and put my uniform on. I brushed out my long, knotted, hair and put it in a ponytail. I couldn't do much about my face.

This is going to be a long day....

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I walk out, after what felt like forever, and quickly walked down the hallway. But I felt their presence behind me. I pick up the pace, until I felt someone grab my shoulder and turn around. I see Sebastian and Ciel, looking at me with wide eyes, full of concern. Well.. Except for Sebastian, who faked his concern.

"Carol, why are your eyes all red and puffy? Even your face is red. Have you been crying?" Ciel asked, as I gently shook my head.

"U-Umm.. It's just my eyes have been itchy lately." I told the worst and the most unbelievable lie in the world.

"Right.. Anyways. Get to work." Sebastian ordered me as I quickly scurried down the hall, hoping to not see them until after dinner.

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Sebastian's POV

She was crying.

She was lying.

She looked weak, tired, upset.

Was it because of what happened last night? I know that I didn't let her finish what she had to say.. But when she told me that she was happy to lose her memories in the beginning... I got angry.

"Oh, look. You've became a softy. You have feelings for her." I look at the young master, who seemed to be amused.

"I don't, my lord." I lied.

"Don't lie to me, Sebastian!" He shouted.

"As you wish. I do have feelings for her, my young lord. But I fear that I may have ruined my chances with the young lady." I say as I look towards the direction that Carol went.

"Why? Is it related to her face?" He asked, now catching somewhat of an interest to this conversation.

"Yes, she was crying because I pushed her away. I got angry because she said that she was happy that she lost her memories. That was until we came to Trancy's manor, I didn't let her explain her side any further." I explain the situation as short and quick as I could.

The young master just rolled his eyes and sighed.

"You're hopeless... I'll be in my study. By the way..." He said, taking off then he looked back, "Fix this all up, make her happy again. Make her love you, again. This is an order."

With that the young master left, leaving me shocked, which I rarely felt, in the hallway.