Two Faced Lover (A Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji fanfic)

Chapter 2

"Young master, there are still enemy forces outside. I shall deal with them properly."

"Yes, give them the full Phantomhive welcome."

So that's how the Phantomhive manner works. It's truly strange. A demon butler working for them... But my organization is not quiet normal, so who am I to talk.

PART 2: A maid's new job.

After sometime passed, my eyes went back to normal and I could see again. I decided to look for the Earl again, but didn't know where to begin. I decided to check the court yard for him.

Luckily, when I arrived he was there. But I just remembered, number 10 was waiting nearby with a sniper. I rushed over to him before another bullet pierced him right in the head. I deflected the bullet, back to the sniper.

"Looks like I saved you again." I said placing my sword back into its case.

"Y-your still alive."

"... Yeah, I am."

"I thought-"

At that moment from a distance, I noticed some kind of sharp silver wear flying towards us. I once again pulled out my sword, and sliced every knife right in half. After the knives, came a man with the same exact presence of that silhouette as before.

"So you seemed to be still alive. Well, we might as well just fix that." He said cracking his knuckles.

It was a butler, with rather interesting red eyes. He was tall and dressed in all black.

"I'll just finish you off right here." He began to pull off the glove on his right hand.

"Sebastian wait a moment." The boy spoke.

"Young master?"

"...."

No one spoke for a couple of seconds.

"It's far past your bed time, and you have some errands to run in the morning."

"Just wait, it's an order!"

The butler looked quiet irritated given the situation.

The boy began walking towards me.

"What's your name and your business here?"

"My name and business?"

"Your obviously working against the ones who brought you here. So what are you really after?"

"... I don't even know... I just, thought it was wrong to take such a young boy away from home... Is all."

"Heh, worthless pity will only get you killed... Speaking of which." He pulled out his gun and pointed it at my head.

"H-hey you don't need to do that." I insisted.

He didn't listen, he just pulled the trigger. A loud bang was heard, and warm fluids dripped down my forehead. He slowly put away his gun.

"What are you?" He asked.

He looked rather tense.

"I'm immortal... I guess you can say."

"Immortal?" The boy looked confused.

"Your immortal? So that means your body and soul lacs the ability to decay. I didn't think I'd run into one of you here." The butler added.

"I was never like this before... It's a long story."

"A long story? I see, I'll be looking forward to hearing it. And what's your name?" The boy asked.