Hit man (black butler fanfiction)

Uncle-chapter 6

Michael leaned against the wall as he thought deeply while watching the demon butler, the small brat, and the Lord of the mansion that he was currently residing in. First thing is first, he needs to meet with Humington's so called best friend to figure out what's his plan. Next will be foiling his plans of killing his so called best friend since childhood.

"I'll be having my friend over for dinner, why don't you join as well lord Phantomhive? He's a very great buisnessman." Humington explained after the whole fiasco was done and over with.

"I'd love to, what's his name if I may ask?" Ciel spoke with a calculating look.

"Charlie Werther, a German that took a liking to England and decided to move here." He said.

"I heard that you two are childhood best friends?" Ciel said as he tilted his head to the side with a glint to his eyes.

"Yes we are, every holiday his family would come to england to visit distant relatives, and he used to live right next door. We would play and laugh for the time they were there but in the end they always had to leave, that is until he became an adult and bought his own estate." Humington explained as he thought back to the old days with a faint smile.

Michael was watching the two lords from afar... Well above. He jad cut a square in the ceiling and he laid in the floor looking down at them. The chandelier was blocking his vision, he saw both sides of the end table yet the middle side of the table was obstructed.

The opening of a door interrupted his grumbling, soon after man walked in with a laid back manner and saw new guests.

"Sorry lord humington, if I had known you were having a guest I would have gone somewhere else." He said as he looked slightly embarrased.

"Nonsense Charlie, you're a part of the family." As Lord humington said this no one noticed the dimming in the eyes of the German man except himself and the demon.

Interesting.

Michael kept vigilant watch, from what the brat told him not a couple of minutes ago when Charlie arrived he went to a phone and was speaking suspiciously to someone on the other end. He had said something along the lines of making a move tonight.

"So Mr Werther, Lord Humington told me about pieces of your childhood. What did you do for fun in Germany?" Ciel said, his interest peaking when hearing of a foreigner in England.

"I didn't really go out to play like most children did, I would stay in doors and build trains and set up a small village. I liked building the terrain mostly." He explained with a new light in his eyes as he spoke of his childhood.

"Amazing, what do you do for a living?" Ciel asked.

"I'm in the coal business, I dont really have to be ther in person, I would get calls in occasion on its progress and that's about it."

"How much do you make during the year?" As Ciel went on and on about asking questions, lord humington wasn't part of the conversation.

Michael noticed that he was giving Charlie a distant look. A look only someone else would give to another person they cared about.

Not only that Charlie would sneak glanced towards the Lord and look away when no one noticed.

But Michael noticed.

Michael notices everything.

They began to talk among the three now, it was obvious now that Charlie didn't have any ill intent towards the lord. He was getting bored from the conversation.

"This is boring." Michael yawned as he laid on his back, not looking at the people as he new stared at the floor of the second floor and the spider webs there...

"SPIDER!!" A manly scream came from above them as the three conversed over the many toys Ciel could make.

The four men lifted their heads to look at the ceiling and was all surprised to see Michael jump from a cut out of the ceiling and run back and forth like a madman.

"Isn't that your new mechanic?" Charlie asked confused.

"Now Mr!" A girl voice signaled the hitman she had haired as she barged in when things weren't going according to plan.

"Get it off, get it off!" Michael still screamed but was stopped by a strong arm lacing around his waist and stopping him.

He felt a hot breath next to his ear. "I got it, its gone."

Michael turned with eyes filled with tears about to break loose.

"You sure?" Michael gave a cute sniffle that made the butler's heart skip a beat.

"Yes." He regained his composure and let go of the waist he was holding slowly.

"What the hell were you doing in the ceiling?!" Lord Humington seethed in rage.

"Making sure you didn't have spiders..." Michael gave a pale faces smile. "You did."

"This is a manor of course we have spider." Lord Humington sighed, too tired to care for the idiot hitman.

"Yeah, you should get an exterminator for that, it could cause major infestation." He agreed.

"They're not the only infestation." Lord Humington grumbled under his breath.

"Rude!" Michael pouted.

"What are you doing? Kill him before he kills my father!" The little girl was now freaking out, after being discovered the man she had hired wasn't doing his job.

"What are you talking about sweetie?" Her father said with confusion, then realization hit him. "We're you the one to hire the hitman?"

"Y-yes." The little girl now looked terrified as she looked at the man that wanted her father dead.

"Why?" Lord Humington asked.

"Because he's trying to kill you!" She blurted out.

"Eh~?!" Everyone was confused, the atmosphere was also thick and awkward until Michael broke it.

"Yeah Werther isn't trying to kill your daddy-o kid." Michael gave a grin.

"Then what is he trying to do?" She was now confused.

"Well." Michael sighed as he pulled out a chair and sat down. "When a Lord and a German dude love eachother very much, they give off awkward sexual tension towards eachother and dont know how to admit to the other that they like eachother and wish to penetrate-"

"That's enough." Sebastian said as he gave his usual closed eyed smile.

"But I heard Charlie talk on the phone that he was going to make a move tonight, that he bought rope."

"You're into that?" Michael looked surprised at the lord as he pried the butlers hand away from his mouth.

Lord Humington was a blushing mess and didn't know what to do.

"I had mentioned that I liked bondage-"

"Alright Lord Humington, you get em'" Michael whistled.

"Yeah, and by making a move I was going to confess my feelings when everyone had gone to bed..." Charlie was the reddest one from the two men. "We've been sneeking around for the past month and i hadn't gotten the chance to actualy express my love for him."

"Feelings? Love?" The little girl hadn't known what was going on until it clicked with that single word, her eyes widened. "Uncel Charlie, you love my father?!"

"Y-yes." Charlie lowered his head to hide him embarrasment from the others. "Sorry if you don't approve, but I'm not planning to give up on seeing him."

"Don't approve?!" The little girl looked bewildered. "I rather have my dad being loved by someone again after my mother died so long ago than having him killed."

"Really?" Charlie said in shock.

"Yeah, my father has been locked up in his office since her death, never taking a break, it's good you two are together."

After everything was settled Michael had one thing to say.

"So who's paying?"