His Butler, Stained

His Butler, Stained Part 1

The consequences of being a member of the elite spy-assassins were almost uncounted. You never trust anyone but yourself, never knew what to expect and most of all…controlling your feelings.

There's the big B-O-R-I-N-G of reading backgrounds of a character, that's always important though. Oh, well…

As an orphan, from the land she known of brutalism, Russia, there she trained as one of the world's superior spies. Even Her Majesty's, Queen Victoria's, spies cannot outrun her skills and wits. She hadn't fully understood her job until the training ground has been corrupted by its own political choices. That leaves Parson, at the age of eighteen, survive and earn by herself. One rule that applied to, you cannot tell and you cannot lie to yourself and to your foster brothers and sisters, means you have to be clever to tell a white lie.

The founder, after the unfortunate fall, left big funds and huge supply of armory. She grabbed the opportunity of willing some to herself and that enabled her skills to negotiate to European Mafias and Drug Dealers. It's a dirty job, you can tell. But she is a woman and never thought that her life would be drug Lord. Hence, that reason made her the choice of going to Europe.She isn't as brutal and cold-hearted as some drug lords she met; she just had two, serious and strict. Even she loves humor, she kept it to herself.

Originally she isn't Russian, and she didn't know what blood runs in her veins, really. I know that.In England with it's fine views and green, green grass, people there wouldn't suspect that there are already opium bricks being hid at their backyard. It's a city big enough to ship goods---and bads at the market without being suspected or seen.It's what she sees. People. Come and go. Doesn't even know what really is going around. Until he met the black one, I mean his unseen aura. It flickers around him, halo's pure black.

The first time she saw him, he was so mesmerized at the cat. Down on his knees, it was like he's gonna bow down in front of the cat. She choke back a laugh,she isn't gonna make a scene, not around the crowd. Then as said, unexpected, she burst out laughing. It caught the boy's attention that she noticed the scene before, she's aware of that. Her expression turned to serious when the kid walked toward her.

"I presume you're laughing at my butler," he paused. "Yes, his a little fond of cats." He turned to his butler and scolded him which the butler took and apologized. "Forgive me for my behavior, my lord. It won't happen again."

She turned to the lady. "Didn't see you around here, what is your name?" She noticed, that the kid was mature for his age, add the fact that he wears an eyepatch on his left eye.

"Oh, of course. Parson Carter, Lady of Vermois." She said simply, turning her attention on the manservant at his side. "And you are?" she asked turning to the boy.

The butler took charge and introduced his young master. It was then that she learned that his name was Ciel, and that the butler served him personally. If she's gonna befriend this boy, she better be careful.

"Quite please to meet you earl. And what brought a boy like you in this deserted if not crowded area of town?"

"Sebastian and I are investigating a crime. A lady like you wouldn't be interested to discuss with."

Really. So you're the one they call the watchdog, I see. Didn't expect you to be young. Ordering a boy to do a man's work, how pathetic. She eyed him. "Not at all, I am but interested to this matter. I'm a social-political lady, anyway." She lied…not quite. I'm a spy-assassin. But I'm not the one who cares in politics.That makes it a half-lie, half-truth.

Ciel 's quite pleased to hear her answer. "Lady Parson, would you like some tea?"