~one shots~

black butler: sebaciel

London Bridge is Falling Down

Falling Down

Falling Down

London Bridge is Falling Down

My Fair Lady

The song plays through my head on a nonstop repeat. It's annoying and it won't stop.

"Sebastian," I called, and he knocked at my door within seconds.

He did just as I said, and asked, "My lord?"

"I am bored. Play a game with me."

"A game?"

"Yes. Need I to repeat myself?" I asked coldly, glaring at him.

"No, my lord," he answered calmly, "it is just that-"

"It is just what?"

"I am very busy today. I did not realize that you would interrupt my work just because you are bored."

"Are you going to make me order you?"

"Of course not, my lord. Could you perhaps wait until I am done cleaning the house, though?"

"Whatever. Come to my room when I am done... Oh, and bring me something sweet to eat."

"It's much too late for a snack now, it will spoil your dinner."

"Bring me something sweet. I'll be in my room, I won't ask again."

"I must refuse."

"Sebastian!"

"Yes, my lord?"

"I want something sweet to eat. Now."

"My lord, if I didn't know better I would think that you were menstruating."

My face heated up, anger or embarrassment... Who was to say?

"Get out."

He bowed with his smirk, and left the room to do whatever tedious task that was to be done.

...

"My lord?"

"Come in."

Sebastian entered, and said, "I have finished today's tasks and have prepared dinner."

"What about my game?"

"Yes... Your game," he responded slowly.

"Did you forget?"

"No, my lord, of course not. It just seems to me that we could do something more productive with our time."

"That would be?"

"The Queen sent this," he said, holding up a single letter.