One Hell of a Story (a Black Butler Fanfiction)

Secret

"D-Did you hear the way h-he screamed?!" Azile's bubbly voice questioned loudly, hysteric giggles following afterwards as she had barely managed to get the words out in one breath.

Aris was not far behind, practically dying from laughter as she laid sprawled out on the floor, one hand clutching the kitchen counter for support.

"I-It was hilarious! A-And the w-way he ran!!"

"Bitch, I'm dead!!" Azile exclaimed, falling to her side.

Ciel had given them the day off yet they stood obediently in the manor, continuously helping out by keeping the other four from causing unnatural disasters as the young maser continued with his paperwork.

The experience had been amazing, in they're opinion. Azile, although she dislike it, admired the butler's performance, he was swift and precise, his dark humor always seems to elicit laughter from the brunette, and his handiwork on the con-artist Italian practically had her dying of laughter. Aris was even more hysteric than when she saw the episode, she knew what was going to happen before it actually did and would await the scene. This only added onto the Italian's paranoia due to the two girls becoming a sign of chaos.

However, this also further made Sebastian suspicious, he doubted these two were from another dimension, yet that had tangible evidence. Sebastian felt something off with them, he suspected they weren't human, but Ceil had stated they denied being anything but. He was unsure whether they were telling the truth and due to them being from another dimension they seemed inhuman or something else. It was the first time the demon has ever been thoroughly perplexed, and due to this he could only perceive them as a threat.

"Azile, I'm gonna take a nap, all this overachieving work stuff is your specialty, besides, Master Ciel barely gives out breaks" Aris muttered, wrapping the brunette in a tight but quick hug, pecking the younger girl's cheek.

"Night babes"

"Night hoe" Azile called, smirking as Aris flicked her off affectionately.

"Your language is foul, a proper young  lady should not use such foul language" a calm voice called from behind Azle, who was currently cleaning the dishes from earlier. Only two people ate yet there was about several different plates.

"Why are you here? Don't you have something small to suc- you know what, you're right, Sebastian, as a servant I should do what I can to make the Phantomhive manor more presentable, and that means I must fix the way I speak, thank you for observation, now leave" Azile stayed, rolling her eyes as she decided to take the more mature road, although her words still came out hostile and forced.

It happened so fast that Azile couldn't truly comprehend it. It was a feeling a impending doom, as though she had to move, her hand gripped the knife that lies in the sink as she followed her instincts. She twirled around, holding the knife defensively in front of her face and swiping just in time to catch a fork that was aimed at the back of her head. The blade was stuck between the prongs, and the severity of the situation took hold.

"Did you just...try to kill me?" Azile questioned in disbelief more than anything. Her brows for routes as she stared not even toward the butler, but at the fork that the knife was wedge between before pulling it off and tossing it in the sink.

Without warning, Azile flung the knife toward the older male, and while he moved to dodged it she ran to him, kicking him so hard in the center of his chest, that he flew over the counter that rested behind him.

"Last time I try to be the bigger person" the brunette muttered, making her way to the door, but before she could reach the handle a gloved hand grasped her wrist. Azile felt herself being pulled back harshly and not even she had the strength to catch herself as she was placed in a choke hold. His arm pressed against her throat, the pressure not enough to kill her, however it left her gasping for air.

Instantly, Azile kicked her foot back, but it was blocked by the butler. Sebastian was no idiot and in response to her attempt, he lifted her off the ground by a few inches, it was then that Azile realized the severity of the situation, Sebastian saw her as a threat, he's a demon who is serving to protect and aid Ciel, so he will eliminate any threat- and she's only human. Just like that fateful day, a spark fear struck her heart and coursed throughout her being. Her kicks became more frantic, she clawed at his arm, she squirmed as much as she could, but he didn't budge, if anything, he pressed harder against her trachea.

"You told my master you were human- why? It is obvious you are not from the human realm" Sebastian questioned cruelly, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Azile squirm.

She stayed silent, unable to answer him. Tears began to swell in the ducts of her eyes, flashes of a man choking her as a child appeared in her head. Azile pulled her arm back, jabbing her elbow into Sebastian's rib cage, followed by a sickening crack, she did that twice more before she was dropped on her feet. Azile placed a foot behind the butler's ankle before swiping forward, she aided gravity as it pushed the two to the ground, making sure to dig her elbow once more into the butler's chest.

Her breathing was choppy and feral, her eyes narrowed dangerously, and she felt the snarl on her face as she took advantage of the fallen butler, her fist raised in the air before descending quickly, however before it could hit- she stopped. Examining his smug face, Azile paused, the tip of her knuckle only a millimeter away from the his pristine porcelain skin- he wanted her to hit him.

"Fuck you" she muttered, her voice hoarse and low as she pushed herself off the butler, but his expression didn't falter as he took in the sight of swirling golden orbs with fuchsia flecks.

He knew something that she didn't.

Taking a deep breath, Azile shut her eyes, rubbing her temples exhaustedly.

"You can finish the dishes, asshole" she muttered, opening her eyes to give one final glare, Sebastian took note that they had reverted back to their original color, shining a vibrant golden green.

"My my, you don't know what you are, do you?"

"Shut the hell up, Michaelis, I've had enough of you for an eternity" Azile brushed off his words coldly, an obvious edge to her voice as she restrained herself from losing control. Her movements were rigid as she brushed off her uniform, straightened out her hair, and pushed open the double doors.

Sebastian chuckled, finding humor in the situation as he heard her boots distancing away.

"A demon, best friends with an angel, and they don't even know it, is that not a sight to see"

But even he was still perplexed, her eyes were not the fuchsia they should have been, they were golden with fuchsia specks, her scent was different as well, she had traces of demon on her, but also something different, a scent he's never smelt before it was hidden and mixed with that otherworldly smell that the angel had, not only that but Azile's scent was mingled with that of her angel companion and many humans- but he opted the final two out due to them having reasonable explanations. Sebastian could feel the skin of his face still humming lightly from where Azile had almost punched him- the tingles danced across his skin, but he brushed the feeling off, not sure what it meant, however that didn't mean he wouldn't try to find out.

With a sigh, Sebastian turned to the pile of dishes awaiting him.