The Interesting Adventures of Aries ~ Black Butler ~

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Chapter One:

The rainy showers slathered against the cold glass windows in the manor late at night. Nearly every light had been blown out for the night with the exception of one.

"Young Master," the head butler spoke, making the young lord look up from his work. His eyes were heavy, but his hands still forever working, determined to finish off the papers for the night.

"Yes Sebastian?" He replied, turning back, skimming over another long page, hastily signing it at the bottom.

"It is far past your bedtime," his butler reminded. "I do believe you should turn in for the night, my Lord."

"I will," he answered. "After I finish these papers."

"I can assure you that the papers will be there in the morning."

"They must be done tonight."

"I'm sure whomever is waiting for them can receive them tomorrow, my Lord. Right now, I insist you go to bed."

The boy huffed, leaning back in his seat, letting his butler's words sink in. It was late, and he had been very exhausted, not to mention his hand was red and aching. "Fine," he agreed, getting up from the table.

"I will prepare you some tea to help you rest," Sebastian said, exiting the room to leave his master to finish putting away his papers and went down to the kitchen.

The manor had been oddly silent, which was very uncommon with all the rowdy and loud house servants, but Sebastian quietly enjoyed it. He walked into the rather large kitchen, easily setting a tea kettle on the stovetop and igniting it. Before he went go back upstairs to put his Young Master to sleep, he went to the back room, fetching some Chamomile leaves for him.

He set them back on the counter, just as the back door slowly squeaked shut. In a blink of an eye, his hands were armed with lethally sharp butter knives. Silent in his steps, he walked over to see a small, African girl drenched to the bone, at the back door, one ear pressed to the wooden door, listening quietly.

"What do you think you're doing?" Sebastian asked, his voice monotone and his eyes narrowed. The girl glanced over her shoulder, glaring at him, and pressed her index finger to her lips, as a sign to keep quiet.

Of course, Sebastian didn't listen, "I asked you a question. What do you—" she ran over, securely placing a hand over his mouth to keep him from speaking, and yanking his arm, to keep him out of sight from the window on the door. He was more than ready to break her wrist when his supernatural hearing picked up the sound of several dogs barking. The mysterious girl must've heard it as well, because she crouched further, her eyes narrowing.

For a few minutes, neither of them talked, as the dogs finally passed and then the girl sighed, letting go of him. "Geez, don't you get the universal, 'shut up' sign?" She snapped, getting up. She had big hair that weighed down on her head due to the wetness of the rain, and her clothes were very shabby, several fainted bloodstains could be seen on them. She also wore black shorts that came down to her knees, that looked just as dirty as the rest of her body.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Sebastian asked, very unamused with her actions or words.

"What? This is my hiding spot, what are you doing here!?" She snapped back.

"This is my master's manor and as far as I am concerned, you are not welcome." He said, turning around to take the pot of tea up to the Young Master. "You know where the door is."

"This is a manor? Well, of course it is. How old is your master? Fifteen? Fourteen?"

Sebastian's eyes narrowed even further, "Who are you?"