𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 || sebastian michaelis x reader

『Chapter 37』

You tried not to think about the nightmare you had. It was hard, but you managed to contain it to yourself. Although, you did think about what Sebastian said. Every day, your friendship with the troublesome trio grew. Though they were different, a good different, the way they never ceased to make you smile. Heck, even your relationship with Ciel was less awkward. You spent time with him and somehow, you got a lot of things in common. How you both were into books, dislikes crowds, and you like how he respected you. And you... Somehow... felt like he was a friend.

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"Hmm... is it just me or has the weather is being funny these past days?" You sighed, putting the big pot on the stove as you looked outside the window of the kitchen. Bard glanced at you as he then turned his head to the same window. He shrugged, "That's just how this country is, nothing but rainy days."

"Gloomy days like this. I wish it's just--"

The double suddenly busted open, the dust flew off, filling the room. Your head immediately snapped towards the door, spotting two gentlemen in white coats. You waved off the dust as one of the two spoke up, "Sorry. Is the Earl Phantomhive home?" They wore the same outfit and had the same silver hair, one's was a bit longer on the back and taller than the other.

You scowled, "What?! Who the hell are you?!" Sensing how he somehow was putting up a fight, the three of you geared yourselves up. Honestly, how come this manor always got visited by these kinds of people?

As you thought, the shorter one replied, "Are you guys willing to play with me?" In a blink of an eye, he pulled out his sword, dashing towards you. You were quick to move, bending your body back, the silver sword inches away from your face. You rolled over, seeing the man wouldn't stop.

The other two took their chances while the taller male attacked them. "Oh, you're a tough one, now." Seemed like the shorter one was fond of you. You huffed a breath, hitting an empty spot on a table and kicking it to him. The pot surprisingly hit him, providing you a chance to jump over the table and grabbed a couple of knives. On the other side, Meyrin held her guns in each of her hands, shooting at the other man as he circled the room.

"No sword in hand but still eager to fight me, how cool!" The silver-haired man said. You weren't playing along with his words, dodging his attack as he kept poking his sword at you. A bullet flew across his face, nearly making a scratch. He smirked and turns to Meyrin who had a gun pointed at him. "Pistols, huh? But with close-ranged, I still win!" He dragged his attention to her, slicing her pistols in half.

He turned back to you, but before he could do more, you slung your arm to his, twisting it slightly. He let out a small groan as you kicked his sword in the air, catching it in your hand. The two males stared at you in confusion. "Oh, please if anyone is good with melee here, it's me!" You smirked, glancing at the two whose mouths were gaping at you. You swung the weird towards him before a dessert tray went in your way, the sword pierced through one of the pastries on there.

Of course who else would it be?

Sebastian smiled amusingly, holding up the tray, "Custard cream puffs, the filling is made by our very own Phantomhive chicken and it is the highest quality. We would be very honored if you try one." He said calmly. The short male dropped his stare to the pastry pierced on the sword before he took it and tasted it. "It's pretty good, I guess."

Sebastian nodded, putting his hand to his chest. "Now, I believe that's mine, miss?" The unknown male said to you, smiling at you as he expected you to hand him his sword. You scoffed, pointing the sword below his jaw.

"Not until you tell us who you are." You inquired, lowering your head as you stared at him from your brows. He raised his hand at you, one putting away the tip from his neck. "My name is Charles Grey." He finally said. "And my name is Charles Phipps." Said the other.