The Demon, The Shinigami and The Maid

His Butler: Dresses

The sun leered at her through the curtains of her room cruelly rousing her from her sleep. She rubbed her eyes yawning out loud, like a fool she was completely oblivious to her surroundings until she started picking up the details of her surroundings.

Firstly the curtains in her room were black, not a deep burgundy. Secondly her bed was not a poster bed and since when did she have such fluffy pillows?

She shot up dead straight in the foreign bed, her eyes immediately dropping to the old fashioned 'granny' styled night dress she was in.

"Last time a checked I was practically nude when I flopped down on my bed, but this is just ridiculous." She muttered as she examined the cotton dress.

It wasn't until she got up that she really freaked out. Yes, the female dubbed the ice queen, who never freaked out, never stressed, never actually gave a shit about much besides eating, sleeping and getting through a day at work, was freaking out as she flung her closet open to reveal something she didn't own....

DRESSES!

And to be exact, long dresses with aprons and corsets. She stared at the wardrobe, a look of pure disgust crossing her face as she suspiciously eyed the offending items that seemed to mock her. She stumbled into her bathroom and splashed her face with water only to stare at the reflection that stared back at her.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" she screeched as she pointed in disbelief at her own reflection which too seemed to be mocking her.

Her skin was flawless and radiant, still pale yet her once offending pink cheeks now complimented the creamy tone, the light dusting of freckles over her nose doing the same. Her once frizzy, untamable dark hair, now hung in long, silky smooth tresses which were only slightly disheveled from sleep. Its usual dullness replaced by a shine she never thought her hair would possess. Her eyes still her main feature looked more alive. She had seen enough. She turned and rushed into her room flinging all the clothing from her closet until she spotted a sniper rifle.

"Old school, but none the less awesome." She mumbled searching for pants. Her search failed dismally in the room so she decided to try another room.

Still in her night dress which she hated with a passion she opened her room door to be met by a dark passage with a few doors. She scampered off to the first room and grumbled when she found nothing that would fit her in the closet, even though it was painfully obvious that the room was inhabited by a male. She figured the same thing in the next room where the clothing was too big for her. She grumbled closing the door and stalking down the passage when the soft sound of mewing caught her attention.

After she managed to locate the room she played with the kitten until her gaze landed on a closet. "Bingo." She grinned as she flung it open to reveal the neatly kept butlers uniform inside. She smirked as she pulled out a waist coat and a pair of black pants. With that she closed the closet, petted the kitten one last time for good measure and sprinted back to the room she woke up in which she now assumed to be her room seeing as it was the only one set up for a female.

Hurriedly she slipped on the pants rolling down the waist band that it sat snuggly on her hips. Spotting a plain white over bust corset that laced up in the front she grabbed it and got it on quickly since she wasn't really adverse to the idea of walking without support of some kind for her bust even though she hardly needed it. The corset only proved to make life more interesting, giving her the cleavage her own bra's never did. She then yanked out a plain white button up blouse and left it out that it hung over the top of the black pants leaving a few of the top buttons undone to flaunt some of her newly found cleavage off.

Rummaging more she pulled out a pair of slightly heeled black lace up boots, holding thumbs she slipped them on grateful for the fact that they fitted her comfortably as she tucked the pants legs in. she simply used her hands to smooth her long locks out and stared at the strange cracked glasses on the vanity. She shook her head as she decided to explore the place where she was in.

"Mey-"

She looked up at the tall man who stood blocking her path. Eyeing his uniform she figured he was the butler.

"You're not Meyrin and what are you doing in my pants?" he asked giving her an incredulous look as her face simply deadpanned.

"No clearly I am not Meyrin and as to answer your other question. You wish I was in your pants." She answered curtly.

"Then where is Meyrin and who are you?" the butler asked in a strange tone which had her slightly unnerved.

"I don't know who she is or where she is, I woke up and I found myself here. And again to answer your other question, my name is Alice. Now I think it is only fair that you tell me your name." she stated bluntly as she gave the man a sideways glance.

"I see. I am Sebastian Michealis and I am simply one hell of a butler." He purred studying her facial features.

"Tch... nice to know, though the last bit was completely irrelevant." She grunted as she tried to push past him and carry on with her expedition.

The butler however had other ideas as he watched her by blocking her path and visibly taking note of her frustration which only seemed to grow. That was when she gave him the most challenging glare he had ever received in his life. Cocking a brow he smirked down at her. She wasn't like the women which he was used to. Instead of been a blubbering, flustered mess like they would be, she stood un-phased and glaring coldly at him.

"It is improper for a lady to wear pants miss Alice, since you are in Meyrin's place you will have to resume her duties and wear the required uniform and I will have to take you to see the master." At this it was her turn to give him an incredulous look filled with loathing.

"Like hell you going to make me wear a dress, I would rather be hung from a wash line by my tongue on a day with gale force winds." She growled back sharply crossing her arms over her chest in a defiant manner.

"Is that so?" he asked smirking. Sure she was rude, but she was intriguing and fascinating all at the same time as she stood adamant to leave the room in her current dress.

"I don't repeat myself." She snapped pushing past the butler and stepping into the passage. "Now I need food I'm starved." She grumbled only to have her wrist caught. In the blink of an eye she was back in her room pinned to a wall with the butler smirking down at her. Her face remained contorted into a frown as she glared at him.

"You will wear a dress." He growled in a low, threatening tone.

"Make me!" she spat back at him angrily only to find herself regretting what she had said as the butler manhandled her and got her into one of the dresses before she could curse him to hell and back. She stood glaring at him like a sulking child as he smirked and motioned for her to follow him.

Snorting shestomped behind him sounding worse than a baby elephant which only seemed to amuse the man even more.