Their Assassin {Black Butler x Reader}

One

The room you were sitting in was quiet, nothing could be heard besides your soft breathing and the soft scraping of your pen against the paper on the wooden desk. Foccused on the papers you didn't hear the soft knocks on the door of the study. After some time, it must have been no more than a few seconds, the unknown person knocked again. This time you heard it.

"Come in." You mumbled, not looking up from your desk. The soft sound of the door getting opened sounded through the study, barely noticeable.

"There is a new task for you, lady [Y/N]." It was the voice of your butler. He walked closer to your desk and placed a tray with tea and a letter down.

"Oh really? What is it this time, Alden?" You slowly looked up through your eyelashes, noticing the hair of your butler was a bit messy but you decided to ignore it. Alden is the person that the people can contact to have you work as their assasin. Although contacting you was very hard - nobody knew your real name besides The Cat - some still succeeded to do so.

"First I want to tell you that this one is going to be really difficult, you'll need my help if you don't want to die." You frown at his words. You was convinced that you didn't need any help, you could handle yourself perfectly.

"Is that what I asked you? I don't need your help with the assassination, you just help with the contacting of the customers. Now tell me what this difficult task is." Your voice was monotone and your eyes were bored with a hint of offence.

Alden sighed, he already knew that you would disagree with his plan to help you with this one.

"Very well, milady. This task is about the queen's guard dog and spider. You will be given 600,000 pound to kill them both, but as I sayed this will not be the simplest of killing you have done, so be warned." Even his eyes were sending warnings to you but as the hard headed girl you was you ignore it.

"Guard dog and spider you say?" Your voice was covered in curiosity. "What may the names be of those people be?" You've heard about them and had seen them a few times at parties but never really took an interest in them. Everything that had to do with the queen and so called royality was bad, atleast that was your look on things. The idea that someone got so much power just by being a child - or some kind of descendant - of someone who did something good and deserved their power made you disgusted. It was horrible in your eyes how they never had to do anything to get so much influence.

"Alois Trancy and Ciel Phantomhive, miss. Would you like some more information about them?" You thought for a second, taking a sip of your [Favorite tea] tea. "Just tell me their current age. Also do you know when they will be somewhere together? It would always be better to just kill them both at the same time, the one that would be left behind would definitly come after us." Alden nodded and quickly took a hand through his hair. "Earl Phantomhive is seventeen years old and Trancy is eighteen if I'm right. As I did some research before I came to you I know they will be together at the Phantomhive estate tonight around eight. They will be working on a case for the queen. If you want you can get this job done quickly." A small smile graced your lips as he spoke out the last sentence. You always liked to get things done not shortly after you got the request of killing someone.

"Very well, I'll go tonight." You looked down at the small pocket horloge that was lying on your wooden desk. "Oh dear, it's six o'clock already. Could you get my weapons and let Mary bring some what comfortable clothes to my room? I can change by myself for this time."

Alden bowed his head. "Of course, milady." He turned around and made his way out of the study.

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You entered your room, Mary had already placed the clothes on the white sheets of your king sized bed. As you came closer to the bed you saw that she had choosen tight black shorts, a long sleeved [F/C] top, a long black cape that reached just beneath your ankles and black boots to make the dark night cover your figure a bit. You slightly nodded your head in approval of the clothes before you began undressing yourself. Taking the long dark red dress off wasn't that difficult but taking your corset off was nearly impossible. After ten minutes of trying to untie it you growled. Suddenly you felt a pair of hands take yours and remove them from the corset.

"It's okay, I'll do it miss." Alden spoke softly, his voice sounded right next to you head. You felt the presure of the corset going away as your butler untied the laces. You kept silence as the corset fell on the ground. Alden's hands dissapeared for a few seconds before they came back but this time with a new clean corset. When he was done with the corset you realised he didn't do it that tight this time. You was glad he didn't. For the next five minutes he dressed you in silence. He was just fastened your weapon belt as the sound of soft knocks on the door fulled the room.

"Come in." You said, raising your voice a bit so the person behind the door could hear you. The door opened and standing there was Adam. Adam was one of the few servants that worked at the [L/N] estate. He was a tall and slender guy that would always wear his shoulder length hair in a messy bun, making his sparkling blue eyes stand out.

"Miss, your carriage is ready." Adam said, his eyes foccused on the ground.

"Thank you Adam, I will be there in a minute." The young boy gave you a small nod before turning around and leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

Alden placed the long cape around your shoulders from behind and quickly started braiding your [H/L] [H/C] hair. (A/N If your hair is too short for braiding just pretend it's another thing he can do with your hair like taking some of it out of your face with bobby pins).

"Shall we go, milady?" He asked politely when he finished doing your hair. You turned around and looked up at the tall blonde butler, his green eyes meeting your [E/C] ones.

"Did you grab my gun?" You asked him. "Yes miss, I did." He answered, not looking away from your eyes. "Very well, lets go."