My Book of One Shots

5 (Sebastian Michaelis) A Female Butler

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This is a Sebastian Michaelis from Black Butler fanfic, requested by Anonymous.

Sebastian's P.O.V

I smirk, red eyes closed, holding out a gloved hand for the master as he climbs out of the carriage, grumbling about the long ride to a business partners estate. "Everything alright, my Lord?" I ask, knowing fully well that it's not. "Obviously not, I need to spend the day with the bumbling idiot." He grunts out, heading for the front steps, top hat atop his head and cane in gloved hand. "You will keep an eye out in here, look for any suspicious activity." He said as we reach the top, holding his cane in both hands. You see, the Mr Jonathan Ross that we are here to see has been suspected of several murders in the centre of London, so - due to an order from the Queen - the master had agreed to the business meeting in order to get to the bottom of this.

The small smirk remains on my lips as I chap on the grand front doors with the back of my gloved knuckle, then taking a step back to hover behind the masters left shoulder, hands held behind my back. The manor is marvellous, a quite a bit smaller than the Phantomhive's, and with quite a bit less land, but it is still extravagant, all the same. The smirk on my lips vanish as one of the doors is answered, revealing a woman standing there, my crimson eyes flash fuchsia, my pupils dark slits.

There stands a beautiful young lady in black drainpipe trousers, shinning black shoes, a crisp white button-up shirt under a black waistcoat tailored to tuck into the waist, silver buttons down it with a silver chain leading to what is no doubt a pocket watch hanging off one of them and into the small pocket. A thin black tie is around her collard neck, a black tailored tailcoat which also tucks in to accentuate her hourglass figure, her brown locks hanging straight down just past her shoulders, a black ribbon which is probably tied at the back of her head holding the hair in place, her full fringe just in front. Her skin is porcelain smooth, her cheekbones set high and jaw petit, thick black lashes framing large bright emerald green eyes. But, it is not her beauty that really holds my attention, but in fact what my instincts call out as soon as my eyes land upon her.
Angle.

The woman bows to the master, one gloved hand holding out to motion into the entrance hall while the other still holds the door. We enter, the butler closing the door once more before leading us through the halls, my eyes narrow as they stay, fixated on her back. The master looks up at me out of the corner of his eye with a smirk as we walk but I pay him no hied, there is something strange about this one. Something different. We are lead into a grand dinning room where Mr Ross sits at the head of the long, shinning table, standing as we enter.

"Ah! Lord Phantomhive!" He exclaims, standing from his chair as the master noticeably grits his teeth. "Hello Mr Ross." He said rather stiffly, taking a seat in the chair that the butler pulls out. 'I wonder why she has not spoken a word since we arrived?' I ponder to myself, standing behind the masters chair as the woman in question tucks her own masters chair in as he sinks into it, then standing just behind him, both of us standing with our gloved hands held behind our back, but her head is lowered slightly while mines is held high. "Now, I understand that there has been a problem with the containment-!" The master begins, but is rather rudely interrupted. "Ow, we shall leave such matters until we have eaten, Lord Phantomhive, no?" Mr Ross interrupts with a smile, not letting the master - who is becoming increasingly annoyed, much to my amusement - answer, before he waves a hand.

"Go and fetch the first course, Kitty!" He exclaims, fiddling with a flat circular silver medallion that hangs on a black leather cord, the woman bowing from the waist, hands by her sides before she leaves the room via a side door. 'Kitty? Hm, such a lovely name, it's a shame such a thing is wasted on one such as an angle.' I think rather bitterly as she walks back in pushing a silver trolley with domed silver platters atop it. Placing one in front of either male, she removes the domes simultaneously, revealing a lobster, green bean and radicchio salad. "Hm, what is this?" The master asks curiously, looking up to the "Kitty" as she looks back, bright green eyes wide. I can tell she's searching for something to do, unwilling to open her mouth, the young Lord getting annoyed.