My Dirty Little Secret

|Secret Eighteen: The Master vs The Butler|

"Would you like a cookie Ma'am?" a child version of Sebastian offered a tray of cookies. He'd made them the night before. He'd poured his heart and soul into these cookies. He really, really, really wanted to get adopted one day. Sebastian thought that perhaps bribery might work. He'd tried everything else. 

"No, thank you," the lady answered, she ignored any further attempts at conversation with the children and made her way across the room. She hated children but she had to adopt, someone who could be trained to be a rich young man, the heir to her company. However, finding the right child for the job was difficult. She wasn't getting a vibe from any of these peasants, none of them seemed like they would ever amount to anything in the slightest. None of them were even attractive.

"You act like such a butler Sebastian!" a white haired child giggled. Sebastian stared confused. He just wanted someone to take him home, to help him have a real family. Was this not how he was supposed to go about finding a home? He placed the cookies down on the table, it was hard to reach it, but he managed it alright.

"Well, if I am a butler, what does that make you?" he asked. Ash looked at the ceiling for a bit, thinking.

"Wouldn't that make me a master? Since we are opposites anyways?"

. . .

Sebastian opened his eyes, it was rare that he actually had a dream, especially a dream that felt so realistic. Even though he felt the nostalgia of it, Sebastian couldn't exactly figure out what the dream was about. Probably something to do with Ash, since they were doing that 'duel' today. Sebastian thought it was dumb but it was fun to plan everything out with Izaya, even though he had wanted him to get jealous just for this. He didn't think Ash would actually try and make a move on Ciel, they had only known each other for maybe a day. 

The plan was, that at noon today, they would meet in the park, that Izaya had decided, and go through a three stage battle of some sorts, that Izaya had also decided.

Sebastian got dressed, into his Svante uniform, the waiter one. It was similar to The Butler's outfit but not exactly the same. He put on the gloves first, they were his favorite part for some reason. The part that made him feel most like a butler, he guessed. There was something about being a butler that had always appealed to him, it made him feel fancy. No one suspects the butler if the master is murdered, because they are the least likely suspect. But everyone secretly knows the truth. It's always the butler's fault. Whether or not he killed the master wasn't the issue, the butler is supposed to protect his master at all costs so if the master dies, well, then it was the butler's negligence. 

He went downstairs, fully dressed in the Svante day attire. Izaya and Shizuo were eating brunch, waiting for him. "You aren't really trying that hard to hide your identity, are you?" Izaya laughed.

"Ciel is too dense to notice, it's fine," Sebastian replied.

"Well, you're probably right about that. He is the smartest guy at your school but he can't figure you out at all," Izaya laughed again. "But, that doesn't mean other people won't. You should be careful."

"Thanks Da-Izaya," Sebastian stopped himself. That was the first time he slipped up. Izaya stared at him. Had Sebastian almost said 'dad'? That hadn't happened before. 

"Aren't you going to be late?" Shizuo interrupted Izaya's train of thought, sensing that Sebastian had never said that word, for a reason.

"Ah, you're right," Sebastian looked at his pocket watch. He grabbed a granola bar and rushed out the door. They didn't live in Svante but they were pretty close to it, often times they would sleep in the soundproof rooms in the back of the strip club instead of going home. Svante was their home, in a sense.