Once you had accepted the deal with the devil himself you were brought outside, once again assaulted by the cold. Your shivering hadn't gone unnoticed and, as cliché as it was, it wasn't long after you stepped out of the shop that Sebastian's coat was draped around your shoulders. You dared to look at him and he already had a butler's smile on his face, feigning a pleasure to serve.

"If I did not provide my coat for a lady in the cold, well then, what-"

You interrupted him, having heard the line plenty of times on screen, "then what kind of butler would you be." It didn't occur to you immediately that maybe you shouldn't be interrupting a demon, but when it did you begin to form an apology before his smile appeared more genuine.

"Ah, I see. You are even familiar with one of my catchphrases." He turned away focusing instead on the mostly empty street. "I would hope that I am not too predictable, miss fortune teller." You wanted to assure him that he probably wasn't, as much as you had seen from Black Butler, there was also plenty that the show left out between episodes. He didn't give you the chance though as before the words had begun to form, he had already scooped you up into his arms and leapt high into the air.

A scream was ripped from your throat and you clutched onto the demon's shoulder as if your life depended on it, truthfully, maybe it did. You didn't dare to look down, afraid of just how high you were and you cursed yourself inwardly and a little outwardly over how easily you had let your guard down around this fictional character. Sebastian landed on the roof of a nearby building without so much as a thud, you barely noticed you'd even landed until he told you, "Please do not scream, I would rather not attract the attention of others. Your kind do not think lightly of someone who is able to leap across buildings." His expression was slightly scolding and you were inclined to do as he said. You nodded, worried the dryness in your mouth would make your words inaudible anyway. "Thank you." he supplied in response before once again leaping up and over the rooftops of countless buildings.

You finally opened your eyes when you no longer felt the rush of wind on your face and through your hair. What you noticed first is the staircase leading up to the front doors. You could just barely make out the delicate brickwork exterior in the moonlight but there was no doubt about it, this mansion was incredibly grand. Sebastian let you down, gently, and you took a moment to admire what you could see of the architecture. "Quite the picture of wealth and power, is it not?" You heard from behind you. "I'm afraid it's quite difficult for humans to see it's full glory in such dim lighting." Sebastian walked past you and up to the doors, opening one and bowing, gesturing for you to come in.

You followed him up, thanking him as you took a step into the mansion. The inside was brightened by oil lamps adorning the walls and you felt a lot warmer once you were finally indoors. Turning to Sebastian, you notice he had begun to move further into the foyer and you followed. "This way," he said, walking to the right. You followed him deeper into the labyrinth that was the Phantomhive estate and it occurred to you that the layout was left relatively vague in the series.

After passing through a few doorways Sebastian came to a stop just outside of a door with smoke pouring out from beneath it. Using your skills of deduction, you made an educated guess that that was the kitchen. Your suspicions were confirmed when you could hear shouting.

"Oi! Mey-Rin, keep to tha' other side of tha' room, I'm 'boutta fire up the flamethrowa' again." You were sure that was Baldroy's voice and you stepped back a little, preparing to run if a fire broke out.

A shriek followed before you heard the aforementioned maid, "Baldroy, I don't think we should be cookin' without Sebastian 'ere, no I don't."

"Oh c'mon, we're capable a' cooking a meal for tha' master. 'Sides, Sebastian'll be back soon, he can make th' desert."

"Oh dear, it seems the chef has begun to make a mess of things. Yet again." The butler checked his pocket watch briefly and sighed, stuffing it back. "It is almost time to begin preparing the young master's meal." He brought his attention to you, "I apologize for the interruption, do give me a moment to sort things out, lest the mansion burn down for a second time." He pushed the door open, leaving you to shuffle on your feet and glance around.

The sound of annoyance in the voices of those in the kitchen was as clear as day. You heard a crash and then Baldroy exclaimed in pain. The door opened back up and Sebastian smiled at you, "Come in, madam. I believe they are ready to meet you now."

You peered cautiously through the open door, somewhat surprised to see a lack of chaos. Then again, the butler was fast at cleaning up messes. Without delay, you stepped in and waved at the two you saw, standing defeated by the kitchen island. "Baldroy, Mey-Rin, I would like you both to meet the young Lord's new advisor." He motioned your way with a wave of his hand.

"Hello, I'm [Y/N], it's nice to meet you," you said, stepping forward a little in preparation for a handshake before remembering the handshake you attempted earlier. You instead placed your hand on your opposite arm, feeling slightly self conscious.

The first to greet you was Mey-Rin, she pushed up her glasses and then clasped her hands together before exclaiming happily, "Oh miss, It's gonna be lovely havin' another woman workin' in the manor, yes it will." Her smile was wide and true and it made you relax a little, you were also thankful for another girl in the house.

Baldroy was next, after taking a moment to himself to grumble something about being the chef and needing true firepower. "Evenin' miss, it's good to see a new face 'round 'ere." he turned to face the butler, a look of confusion and maybe something almost akin to... disapproval, and continued, "I thought you were tha one who advised tha masta' though, Sebastian." As if realizing he said something wrong he put his hands up and waved them about, "Not that I don't want y'ere miss."

You were about to say you didn't mind when the butler spoke up to respond, "Even I can get spread thin between performing my duties as a butler and working to fix the messes that you two and Finnian create." He sighed and placed a finger to his brow, feigning a headache. "It would be nice to have one more duty taken off of my hands. [Y/N] will be a very useful addition to our staff." In contrast to Mey-rin's, the smile Sebastian gave you was definitely hiding something.

After you finished your greetings, Sebastian ushered you out of the kitchen and asked you to follow him to see Ciel. There were a few moments along the way where you got caught up browsing at paintings or admiring some of the craftsmanship of the interior, him having to ask you to hurry up, saying he wished to serve dinner before Ciel could no longer keep his eyes open.

He stopped in front of a door and spoke without turning to face you, "Now, remember what I said about not spoiling my meal." He was threatening you. You gulped.

He pushed the door open and sat at the table, in a chair that seemed entirely too large, was Ciel. He looked bored, flipping through a few pieces of paper before looking up at the two of you. "Ah, it's you, the fortune teller." He waved you in and you obliged. "Sebastian, I thought I sent you out to deal with the murderer in the east end. What is she doing here?" He put his attention back into the papers in front of him, glancing only briefly at his butler for an explanation.

"My Lord, I completed the task you sent me on earlier in the evening." He looked to you and then back at his master, "I have brought her here because I believe she may be of service to you."

Ciel looked away from his work again, focusing wholly on you. "Oh? I thought you didn't want me to know about my future." the next line he said to the man beside you, "You seemed adamant on me not asking questions earlier." he smirked.

Sebastian let out a short, breathy laugh, "I have reconsidered, my Lord. I think her talents will prove to be useful as an advisor."

"Advisor?" He clicked his tongue, "Don't you already do that? What use do I have for another person telling me what to do?"

"It is true that I advise you on many things, however, miss [Y/N]'s advice may still prove to be of use to you."

"How so?"

"I do not know your future, but she does. Please do with that what you will, my Lord." He bowed yet again at his waist with a hand over his... Heart.

The young Earl rolled his eyes and shooed his hand at the two of you, "Fine. She may work here. Go and prepare my dinner and make sure desert is extra sweet."

"Of course, master." Ever the reliable servant.

"And see to it that she is provided with the proper attire. I will not have my advisor wearing my butler's coat and a beggar's rags."

You looked down at yourself, having forgotten what you were wearing in the first place. You caught those demonic eyes on you and looked away, scared to show your embarrassment again.

"Yes, of course. Will that be all?"

"Yes. Now off you go."

"Very good, Lord. I will see to it that your requests are met." You were once again ushered out by Sebastian and when the door shut behind the two of you his face rested into a semi-scowl.

You piped up, "I didn't even get a word in. What was the point of me being in there if you guys weren't going to let me speak?" Your arms were folded but you refused to look at the man beside you.

You couldn't tell if it was annoyance or perplexity in his voice when he replied, "You simply did not need to. I was formally introducing you as a new member of staff." he began to walk back the way you both came, you followed. "Nonetheless, he did not seem in the mood for pleasantries."

You noticed that formalities slightly dropped whenever he was talking to you, you suspect it was probably to do with you knowing his true nature. "Fine I guess, it just made it awkward though." he stopped abruptly and you nearly ran right into him.

"If I may be so bold, maybe it is not I who is making things awkward." You balked a little, about to retort when he continued, "You are not from this time, nor this world for that matter. This is just how we do things here. I suggest you learn to get accustomed to it." he clicked his tongue, "No, I suppose I can not blame you. You will need to be taught," he said nothing else on the matter and instead continued walking.

"Where are we going now?" you questioned.

"I," he emphasized, "am going to the kitchen to prepare Ciel's meal. You will be going with Mey-Rin to change into the suitable attire you are expected to wear."

You hugged tight the butler's coat that you had on. "Right, okay."