Ciel ordered Sebastian to have tea prepared for him and his guest while the two of them went back to finish their game, as an afterthought he instructed you to go with the butler and have him delegate chores to you. The two of you departed from them and made your way to the kitchen where you found a bowl of some kind of soup. You felt your mouth water at the sight and the realization that you hadn't eaten anything substantial in almost 2 days hit you. It astounded you that you hadn't noticed until now how empty you felt, though you chalked it up to the heavy pit of anxiety resting in your stomach that you'd been feeling since finding out you were in a new world.

"Are you hungry?" Sebastian asked from beside you. You nodded your head a little, still not taking your eyes off of the food. "Baldroy has prepared dinner for the servants, the others have already eaten so you may eat it now and then you will join me in the drawing room with the lord."

You immediately rushed over to the bowls and took one over to the old and worn table off in the corner of the room. You chowed down, breaking pieces of the bread and dipping them in to soak up the thick stew. It was surprisingly tasty, you expected old timey peasant food to taste like dirt, but you guess working as a servant in an estate like this had its benefits, namely the benefit of eating meals with actual flavor.

By the time you looked away from your bowl Sebastian had almost finished preparing the tea, the kettle emitting a high pitched whistle and billowing steam. He took it off the stove and poured it into a fancy looking teapot, placing both the teapot and two teacups on a cart. The whole process was very methodical, everything done with precision and flare and not a single drop of water spilled or wasted in the kettle.

"Don't you ever get tired of being perfect?" you asked, scooping another spoonful of stew into your mouth.

He didn't acknowledge the question, instead he smiled close eyed in your direction and said, "Do not take too long, you will be needed shortly." and headed through the door with the cart.

You scoffed, a little annoyed about being blown off like that. Deciding not to dwell on it, you instead focused on finishing your food.

When you were finished you sat for a moment, letting the warmth of the meal settle in your stomach and spread out as newfound energy in your limbs. You washed off your bowl and headed out of the kitchen and towards the drawing room.

On your way you felt a bit of a pep in your step and you got the urge to sing, you took a glance around making sure there wasn't anyone within earshot and then you quietly mumbled one of the last songs you'd heard.

"Now get a bucket and a mop..." you made a mopping motion with your hands, "that's some WAP," your fist was closed, smacking down against an imaginary floor, "That's some WAP. I'm talking WAP WAP WAP that's some WAP, that's some WAP." as you passed by open doors you hushed your voice a little, yet you were unable to completely stop singing, the song overtaking you. "Macaroni in a pot, that's some WAP, that's some WAP-" you were interrupted by a hand that came over your mouth and an arm that pulled you back by your waist. The occurrence made you audibly gasp, heartbeat pounding in your ears.

"Quiet." you heard, whispered directly into your ear. Sebastian. You nodded slowly and he pulled his hand away from your mouth, the hand on your waist remained, keeping your back flush against him.

As you tried to focus on anything but the way his body felt against yours you heard a voice coming from the room behind you, "-eeze more out of the brat right now." you realized what part of the episode you had stumbled into and turned your head towards the door, which was stupidly left open. "Employees? Who cares about them?" his words were interlaced with a chuckle.

Sebastian moved, hand still around your waist, in front of the opening in the door. Both of you saw the back of the guest's head as he spoke into the phone, the smoke of his cigar streaming above him. You got a whiff of the smoke and struggled to keep yourself from coughing. A small noise in the back of your throat alerted the man and he whipped around. A gasp was heard from in the room but neither you nor the butler were spotted, Sebastian having already moved the two of you to the side.

You tried your best to face the man at your back and mouth an apology but his attention was elsewhere, "Never mind, the rest of the formalities are for you to deal with." the man on the phone continues, "No... It'll be easy." A pause, you assumed the person on the other end of the line was voicing his concerns at the situation, very well placed concerns that they were. "Please, he's only a child."

Sebastian's grin was wide and his eyes alight with that fuchsia hue, pupils slit like a cat. You gulped, wondering what kind of situation you had gotten yourself into by being involved in this mess.

You blinked and when your eyes opened again you were in a different, lit, room in the mansion. "Now" the demon started, moving to stand directly in front of you, "Tell me about what happens tonight. In what way do we offer our hospitality?"

Bringing a hand to your chin you began listing off what happens, bewitched by the eyes of the dead, losing a leg in the forest and being burned alive. You cringed a little when mentioning that the guest gets burned in the oven, not excited in the least to see that in real life.

There was a pleased grin on the demon's face, his head tilted ever so slightly to the side, "My, what a useful associate I have acquired. You make my job incredibly simple, [Y/N]." His voice was dripping with seduction, the tantalizing words of a demon's tongue. He inched closer to you and when you stepped back you found yourself against the wall. "There is no need to run from me, my dear." He chuckled, "Not that you could anyway." You put your hand up against his chest to stop him from coming closer but to no avail, he pressed on and your arm slackened, you instead found yourself grabbing onto the collar of his shirt, your body desperately trying to keep hold of him.

You looked up at him, a mixture of confusion and anxiety on your face. He blinked slowly at you and when his eyes opened his features softened into something more teasing but genuine. "You are curious." he stated, one of his hands coming to take yours away from his collar, "About why your body reacts to me in ways you can not control." He brought your hand to his mouth and placed a delicate kiss on your wrist. You watched as his eyes glowed fuchsia for a second before returning to their natural red.

You looked away, entirely too embarrassed to make eye contact. He let go of your hand and you quickly pulled it to your chest. "Unfortunately I do not have time to explain right now, our guest is making his way back," he said, moving away slightly, "I will collect you later tonight to explain. For now, return to the young lord in the drawing room. I will show our guest the Phantomhive hospitality."

You didn't have time to question anything as Sebastian had already left by the time you collected your thoughts. A shiver ran down your spine when the fog in your head cleared and you recounted what just happened. "Fuuuuck" you groaned quietly, slapping your hands to your cheeks and feeling the heat on your face.

As you made your way to the drawing room you could hear faint screaming and howls of pain. You ignored it, not really wanting to think about the hurt that man was feeling, instead focusing on doing as Sebastian instructed and quickly reaching Ciel.

When you knocked on the open door you heard a bored, "Come in," and you entered. The boy was sitting in his chair, chin resting on his closed fist as he stared at one of the character pieces from the board game in his hand. "What is it that you want?" he asked, paying you no attention.

"Sebastian sent me," you replied, noticing the boy's one visible iris darting to you. At first you were confused when he said nothing but then you realized your mistake, "Oh, um, my lord." you finished. His focus returned to the piece in his hand and you relaxed a little.

He scoffed, leaning forward to place the piece back on the board. "Did he send you to entertain me?" he taunted, annoyed.

You had half a mind to tell him off for being such a brat but that would have been far more trouble than it was worth. "I don't actually know why he sent me. He just said to see you while he deals with the guest." you answered, only then realizing Sebastian hadn't given you any reason to go to Ciel in the first place.

"Deals with the guest, huh?" he sighed and gestured to the board, "I would have liked to finish the game first, though playing with that fool was a waste of time anyway." He was being grouchy, just like any other child that had their plaything taken away from them.

"Can I play?" you asked before you could stop yourself. When the boy looked your way with a slightly startled expression you backtracked, "I'm sorry, you just looked so mad about not being able to play so I thought we could-"

"Quit rambling, I hadn't said anything." he interrupted. He reached out to place the pieces back to the start of the board and placed the drawn cards back into the stack. "Well, don't just stand there," he motioned to the seat opposite him and you made your way over with haste.

"So, what are the rules?"

"You spin the top, and move the number of spaces indicated on it." he demonstrated as he explained it, moving 4 spaces. "You then pick up a card from the deck," he did so, "and read out what it says." He glanced up to you, "You can read, right?"

You'd be offended if the question wasn't so appropriate to the time period, "Yes, I can read."

"Good, I'm sure Sebastian will be happy to hear that. I doubt he would want to teach yet another member of staff." He chuckled a little to himself, "Maybe we should tell him you can not read just to annoy him."

You found yourself revelling in the way Ciel was acting just like a regular child, wanting to play games and joke around. The idea that a 12 year old boy had suddenly been thrust into a position of leadership, after having lost his family and been tortured, was upsetting. He was just a kid, in your world he would just be another mischief making brat, playing around with his friends in school.

"A thief steals my coins and runs back the way I came. I run after him, move back two spaces," he read from the card. He grumbled a little and moved his piece back. "Your turn."

You took the top and spun it, nearly spinning it straight off the table, luckily it stopped just before it reached the edge. A five. You picked up your piece and moved it, landing on a space that said 'rest space'. "Lucky me," you announced, taking a look at the boy whose arms were crossed loosely over his stomach.

"Lucky spin."

The two of you continued to play until a scream filled the air. Ciel chuckled at hearing it, "What an unattractive scream, he sounds almost like a pig being taken to slaughter." his expression turned dour, "What presumption. First he sells the East Indian factory without telling me and then he dares to ask for more money." He reached out and went to move his piece, "Did he think to retain my trust?" he asked rhetorically. When he placed his piece down he had reached the finish, landing on 'Happy End' before knocking his own piece over and leaning back in his chair. "I'm afraid once something is truly lost, one can never get it back again."

You looked at his face as he turned it to glance out the windows, his lips rested neutral but there was a sadness in his eye and a furrow in his brow. You almost said something, but he brought his attention back to you, a melancholic smile on his face, "Thank you for playing with me."

You fumbled a little, "Oh yeah, sure thing, no problem."

Ciel lifted one eyebrow, you only just noticed it through his thick fringe, "I'm sure it is not." he took a moment to observe you from head to toe, "I'm curious, why do you talk like that?" he asked.

"Like what?" you rebutted.

"You use phrases like 'no problem' when you should be using 'my pleasure' or 'you are welcome'."

You squinted your eyes in confusion and looked off to the side, "That's just how I talk?" you tried but the look of boredom in the boy's one visible eye indicated that was the wrong answer.

"People like you do not talk to nobles the way you talk to me."

"People like me?" your expression was deadpan, unable to disguise your annoyance.

"Servants." he stated.

"Oh right, well I can't exactly explain it but..." you trailed off, not really sure how to tackle his initial question, thinking back to the threat Sebastian had made only last night.

There was a knock, and the two of you turned your attention to the door. "Yes?" Ciel called out through a groan.

"My lord, I have prepared dessert for you." the butler said as he entered with a tray, "It is a lemon meringue pie. I have also prepared a tea that is more suited to your liking," He placed both the tea and the meringue on a table beside the boy's chair, righting himself with a hand on his chest. "The guest has been dealt with, I believe he will not be bothering you for any more funds."

Ciel picked up his teacup and took a sip, "Good. You may go now, both of you," he said, dismissing both you and the butler with a wave of his hand. You got up and smoothed your dress, turning to the door to make your way out. "[Y/N]," Ciel called to your back, making you stop and give him your attention. "Play with me again sometime. That is all."

"For sure, yeah." you internally face-palmed once the words had been said, "Sorry, I mean, as you wish, my lord." you scooted on out of there before you dug an even deeper hole.

Sebastian joined you outside shortly after you left. The two of you headed to the kitchen to take back the cart he'd brought Ciel's dessert on.

"You are surprisingly lucky for someone with luck bad enough to end up in another world," he said, pushing the cart inside.

"What do you mean?"

"Had I not entered the room when I did, I suspect you might have told the Master of our little secret." He looked down his nose at you and you felt yourself shrink, "And what a waste it would be if I had to kill you over something so avoidable."

There was fear in your eyes, you were sure of it. It's doubtful you could have masked it from a demon in the first place.

He softened, bringing a hand to his temple and tilting his head, "Whatever will I do with you. I suggest you make sure to keep that secret to yourself. I have been accommodating thus far but there are some things I simply will not tolerate."

A cold flush ran through your body but you remembered something you thought was necessary to bring up, "Wait, I thought you couldn't act without Ciel's permission. You can't kill me unless he says so right?"

He smirks, "You telling the Lord that you can accurately inform him who killed his parents may make him complacent. I can and will interpret that as you endangering him and, as I'm sure you know, I have been given orders to eliminate anyone and anything that threatens his life until the conditions of the contract are fulfilled." he reached out in your direction and you closed your eyes, bracing for some kind of touch. "Enough of that."

You opened your eyes and in front of you was a slice of the lemon meringue pie he'd given the boy moments ago. "Here, a reward for your hard work today." you looked between the slice and his face, the picture of innocence and kindness, like he hadn't just threatened your life a few seconds ago.

"Thanks..." you hesitated to take the plate from the silver serving tray and when you did the citrus hit you, rich and full.

"Thank you." he said, sighing and tucking the tray under his arm. "You will need to learn the correct diction for your status as a servant of the Phantomhive estate."

"Mhm yeah." You were distracted by the task of looking for a spoon and Sebastian sighed, grabbing one from a draw and handing it to you.

"How troublesome, I had hoped you would not create more tasks for me."

You took the spoon and scooped some of the slice into your mouth, moaning content as the flavor hit your tongue. You swallowed and smiled over at the demon, who still had a look of frustration on his face, "I know how to speak like you guys, I just forget sometimes. If you want me to speak all fancy in front of everyone then I can try."

"Right, I see," he responded. You ate another spoonful when he continues, "So may I inquire as to what a WAP is?"

You nearly choked.