My Maid And I

But I Don't Want To

Sebastian is given the liquid when they got home. He starts to cry from pain. He then becomes numb and starts to grow in Claude's arms.

Sebastian: Master.

Claude: Y-yeah!?

Sebastian: Please put me down. This is uncomfortable.

Claude sets Sebastian down, but he quickly falls into Claude.

Sebastian: I apologize. It seems that I can't walk for the moment.

Claude: That's fine we'll just have to set you in a wheelchair. That doesn't mean that you don't do your job though.

Sebastian: It seems like I'm never doing my job.

Claude: I guess. Alexis, go tell Anna that you guys can take the rest of the day off.

Alexis: Yes master.

She walks off and leaves Sebastian with Claude.

Sebastian: Master?

Claude: What is it?

Sebastian: Will you let me kiss you?

Claude: Sure.

Sebastian pulls on Claude's sleeve to help himself up a little and his lips meet Claude's. He let's go and falls down. Of course his master helps him up.

Claude takes Sebastian to his room.

Claude: I'll get you a wheelchair for tomorrow. Get some rest.

Sebastian: Yeah- I mean-

Claude: Sleep.

Claude leaves the room and Sebastian quickly falls asleep.

-Next Day-

Claude walks to the maid's' room. He hadn't seen Sebastian for a long while. It had been 2 hours since Claude woke up and Sebastian wasn't rolling around anywhere in the mansion. He dropped it off really early in the morning. When he entered the room he saw Sebastian was still sleeping.

Claude: This must be what Grell was talking about. Tired as hell. I won't accept.

Claude gets his voice ready and...

Claude: WAKE THE FUCK UP SEBASTIAN!

Sebastian's eyes flutter and he looks at Claude.

Sebastian: Five more minutes.

Claude: You mean five more hours don't you?

Sebastian didn't answer when he went back to sleep. SO Claude did the only sensible thing.

Pushed him out of bed.

Sebastian: WHAT THE HELL!

Claude: You're getting started on your work right now!

Sebastian: BUT I DON'T WANT TO!

Claude: BUT YOU HAVE TO! So stop arguing and deal with it!

Sebastian gets in his wheel chair.

Sebastian: What will you have me do today, Master?

Claude: Good. You will pick the roses and bring them to me. I have to send them to two woman to hire them as my maids.

Sebastian: You're getting more!?

Claude: Don't worry. You'll always be my favorite.

Sebastian: Tch. That's not what I'm concerned about. Anyway, why the roses?