There Can Be Only One: Bassy Fight

Chapter Two

"Lord Phantomhive, two young ladies have come to see you today."

Sebastion said loud and clear. He shut the door behind the three and approached the desk.

"Names?" The Earl asked, not looking away from the papers in his hands.

"Foster. And this is my sister Ryla."

Foster responded as she moved her black hair behind her. Ryla twiddled her thumbs in response. She hadn't been anxious before they'd enter the manor. In fact she had been very excited. But the adrenaline had worn off and now crippled her tongue. She wondered if Sebastion saw her fangirling outside. It was a terrifying thought. It would all be okay, however, now that Foster decided to take over conversation.

"What is your business with me today?"

Lord Phantomhive said his voice high and squeaky like a girl's. Foster stiffled a giggle at his girly tone and then bit her lip. She hadn't thought that gar ahead.

"Oh... u-um.." she began, turning to look down at the shorter one Ryla.

Ryla's eyes widened and she shook her head signaling that she didn't know what to say.

"...We're from the future." Foster said.

"Pardon me?" Asked the Phantomhive head of family.

"Foster what on earth, you can't go telling people that!" Ryla finally spoke up.

"Well what do you want me to say? We don't have a story to tell so we might as well tell the truth."

Ryla rubbed her face in discontent. "Are you serious?" She thought.

"It is very possible they came from the future, Young Master. I know humans have traveled to the past using demon-cursed objects."

"Is that so Sebastion?"

The young boy inquired. He looked at the girls in question and surveyed their expressions.

"Then why have you come to the past?"

Foster nudged Ryla forward.
"We... we broke an important spell around this time. Well our great, great grandmother did 130 years prior to the day we went back in time." Ryla responded."She ... if she wouldn't have broken the spell... well, let's just say things would have been better."

"What do you think Sebastion?"

"Their being honest."

"Okay, but what does this have to do with me anyway?"He asked.

"We need a place to to stay while we're here." Foster responded.

There was a silence in the room as the Earl almost laughed. What a ridiculous request he thought, staring at both of the girls. But he noticed their faces were serious, and his expression changed.

"Well... it is quite ridiculous to request such, especially whenever you've given me nothing in return. Not even a proper reason... but, since this is a fanfiction, in which nothing is required to make since, and I willingly obey the author's rules, I will allow you to stay in the guest rooms."

Ryla and Foster looked at each other and smiled."While we're here, let's have a little bet, shall we?" Foster whispered.

"...But, won't we get distracted from the main point of the story? Fixing the past to save the future?" Ryla responded.

"Nahh we won't", she responded."Here is the bet: whoever wins over the hot butler first gets to keep the pocket watch so they can return to see him. So not only does the winner get sexy Sebastion, but they get to see him whenever. Sounds fun, huh?"

"Hmm... sure, I'll agree to that. But it will be me." Ryla responded

"Hmm.. I declare this a Bassy Fight!", Foster whispered shouted.

Sebastion looked at them confused. "What is it that you two are whispering about?"

"Nothing!" They responded in unison.

And this was the start of a fight between Foster and Ryla for the love of the demon butler, Sebastion Michaelis.

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