I'm slightly terrified, as this is the first multi-chapter fic that I've ever posted. I've seen many great fics begin and get a good start, but never get finished. I'm worried that will happen to this fic (perhaps without the great part?), as I am terrible at finishing anything. The only comfort I have is how often it happens, and that not many people seem to read my stories anyways...
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Ciel sat idly by, watching through the open door as Mey-Rin dropped a stack of newly imported china plates, squealing an "oh my!" as they shattered, flying across the shining tile floors, sniffing in distaste as smoke drifted lazily in from the kitchen, and flinching slightly upon hearing the booming crash of another statue being broken. He glanced over towards the corner of the eloquent drawing room at Tanaka, quietly and obliviously sipping his tea.
Sighing, he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms as he called for Sebastian.
As Sebastian arrived, he caught Ciel's eyes and promptly bowed, "I'll attend to it immediately, Master."
Nodding, Ciel closed his eyes until he was entirely sure that his butler had left the room and was at least out of hearing distance. He opened his eyes and stood, walking past Tanaka and out of the door.
He stopped several feet behind Mey-Rin, who was still kneeling down and unsuccessfully scavenging for any undamaged plates in the pile of glass shards, not noticing his presence until he spoke up, causing her to jump, dropping the one plate she had saved, cracking it on the unforgiving tile floor.
"Mey-Rin, your hand is bleeding," he said in a monotone, sounding bored and somewhat annoyed. The maid yelped, jumping up and spinning around, head angled down more to hide her blush than out of respect.
"Y-Young Master! I didn't see you there!" His eyes skipped down to the pile of glass shards; with hers following and then jumping back up to meet his, hands waving with her frantic speech.
"I'm sorry sir! I was just carrying these new china plates to put them away, yes I was! And Pluto was sitting over there, and—" the ginger waved one hand, gesturing somewhere behind her. "But I didn't see him and I ran into him and then I…" she drifted off, dejectedly looking back at the ground.
Ciel, frowned, unconcerned with the expensive china plates whose remains lay at his feet. "Mey-Rin, if you need new glasses I—"
"NO! I mean—no thanks! I like these ones just fine, sir!" She stumbled over her words, blushing even more and cast her eyes as far away from her Master as possible.
"I insist, there is already another pair or two with much stronger correction that I had made just for you—"
She blushed even harder despite herself. She had been about to interrupt—a sure yelling at from Sebastian—and assure the young boy that she was fine, but stopped herself when he said that they were made for her. He had said that he had them made, not we, and they were made just for her! She was flattered, pleased that Ciel cared for her, or at least that she could pretend he did.
He stopped, watching earnestly as she looked away from the floor, daring to glance into his deep pools of cerulean for just a split second before—
"MEY-RIN!" The stammering maid jerked her head around and found her face almost buried in the chest of the head butler of the Phantomhive estate. Slowly she raised her head up a few inches until she could see Sebastian's burgundy eyes glaring at her down the bridge of his nose, immediately stumbling backwards, her elbow lightly bumping an indifferent Ciel, who only looked at the raven-haired butler with a raised eyebrow.
"Mey-Rin, the servants are needed in the kitchen," Sebastian coolly said, glancing down at her with distaste, his eyes momentarily flashing red.
"A-ah! Yessir Mister Sebastian!" Clumsily she pulled herself back up and dusted off her maid's uniform. Adjusting her already cracked glasses, she started on her way, sparing the "innocent" boy a glance once he was thoroughly distracted with Sebastian.
"Tanaka is in the drawing room," Ciel brushed past Sebastian, heading in the general direction of his study, while behind his back the uniformed man raised an eyebrow at the behavior of his young charge.
Bored restless of his work, the young Earl rested his head on his hand as he absentmindedly doodled on a spare sheet. Hearing a knock at the door, he raised his head, stealthily covering the doodled on paper with the work he was supposed to have been spending his time on.
Within moments his faithful butler was by his side, serving him tea and a slice of apple and raisin pie, while the boy pretended as though he had been working the entire time. Sebastian steadily studied his emotionless face before remarking,
"Young Master, may I inquire as to the reasons behind your sudden interest in Mey-Rin?"
He smirked, knowing that his obscure bluntness had struck a nerve when Ciel's eyebrow twitched and his eyes wandered up to Sebastian's merciless ones.
"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about. If you are referring to the events that occurred this morning, however, I simply heard the crash of the plates, as she was in the hallway directly outside of mine. It's clear that in order to continue her service without killing herself or someone else she will need a stronger pair of glasses. I was offering to exchange the weaker, cracked ones she has now for new, stronger ones when you arrived."
With a knowing smirk Sebastian placed the dirty dishes on the cart, "Mhhm." He began wheeling to the door of the room, before turning to a now glaring Ciel and asking "Do you need anything else, my Lord? Or will that be all for now?"
In response the bluenette only huffed and continued working, not even bothering to look at the triumphant butler. However, as soon as said servant was clear of the room, Ciel leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling and releasing a long sigh. Gently, he placed the tips of his fingers on his forehead and sighed again, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.
Why couldn't that devious butler ever mind his own business?
He had no right or reason to assume that it was anything other than coincidence that Ciel had been talking to Mey-Rin of all the servants, after all she was just outside the room and it made sense as he had to ask her about the new glasses anyways and—Why was he getting all worked up over nothing? Sebastian was simply being Sebastian and it wasn't like he had any particular reason to strike up a conversation with her personally other than just the convenience of her location.
Deciding to ignore the implications behind his butler's question, Ciel shifted the letter that sat on the desk before him, absently rereading it, not even noticing when his mind drifted back to thoughts regarding the brief conversation he had with a certain red-headed maid.
Less than an hour later four of the five Phantomhive servants stumbled into the room, the three responsible for the morning's commotion stopping in front of the young Earl's desk, heads bowed. Tanaka sat in the corner, sans tea.
"Do you need something?" The cold, indifferent and chilling voice sliced the air and anyone who had not met the boy could not have guessed that he was capable of such an imposing and authoritive tone.
"Uhm, about this morning sir…" Finny began, raising his head up ever the slightest, eyes flickering between the finely polished mahogany wood desk and the eyes of the boy sitting behind it.
"We're, uh, sorry for the damage we caused, yeah?"
"It was an accident, yes it was!" Mey-Rin and Bard both chimed in, all three of them looking earnestly at the Earl, but respectfully avoiding his eyes directly.
"Honestly, it astounds me how you can say these things like it doesn't happen almost daily," Ciel rolled his eyes and Tanaka could be heard chuckling from the corner of the room.
"But no matter, these things are easily dealt with. You're all forgiven."
Thank you for reading the whole thing! If you go to my profile, you can see the full details, but basically I was really worried and unsure. I originally wanted this to be a oneshot, but by the time I got halfway through I realized that I had no idea how to end it. I was laso worried about making multiple chapters because of the whole lazy-writer thing. As you can see, I decided on the latter. Please review, if only to tell me how much I suck at writing. Reviews (even bad ones) help motivate me, and I really need motivation to counteract my laziness.
Bit of personal headcanon that can be observed in this fic: when Ciel gets nervous he tends to use a bigger vocabulary. This often intimidates people, but Sebastian sees right through it.