A Reaper's Sister (Sebastian Michaelis x OC)

Chapter 2: Maid Life & Bonds

(A/N: The picture is Bre's disguise form)

(Bre's P.O.V.)

                I was standing in the dining hall, where Lord Phantomhive would soon be having his breakfast. Eventually, the young Lord entered into the room, sitting down as he was served his meal by Sebastian. A few moments went by, and all was fairly peaceful. That was of course, until Grell's wailing came fast from down the hall. Before anyone had time to react, she came crashing into the room on a cart, spilling hot tea all over the shirt of the gardener whose name I learned is Finnian, or Finny for short. 

        "Hot! Hot! Hot!" Finny screamed, dancing around, trying to hold the hot parts of his shirt away from his body. "Oh dear! I'm so terribly sorry! Here! I-I'll wipe it off!" Grell shouted frantically, as she reached for a napkin on the table. However, she managed to grab the table cloth as well, dragging everything including the poor Young Lord's meal with it. Realizing what she had done, she made overly dramatic gestures of apology and wound up exclaiming that the only way for her to end her trouble making, was to end her own life. That is where I decided to intervene. "Now Grell, I'm sure there's a better way. Not only would you make a huge mess, but don't you think ending your own life over carelessly spilled tea is a bit dramatic?" I questioned her in a cheerful voice. 

              I gave her a bright closed eyed smile, tilting my head to the side like a curious dog would. Despite my cheerfulness, Grell could clearly tell how displeased I was, along with Sebastian of course. Out of fear, Grell instantly lowered the knife down. "Y-Yes, I suppose you're right." Grell said nervously, as a shiver visibly ran down her spine. "Good, now then" I said, walking over to Lord Phantomhive and bowing respectfully towards him, "I do apologize for the trouble Grell has caused you. I hope that it has not been too big of a bother for you my Young Lord." I said as cheerfully and respectfully as ever. I really hated this stupid persona of mine. 

         He briefly looked at me, before sighing while pinching the bridge of his nose in clear frustration. "It's fine" He said, before Sebastian started going on about how to properly make tea. I tuned him out of course, already knowing how to do so. Shortly after he finished that little lecture, he and Lord Phantomhive made their way out. Apparently, the young Lord was in need of a new walking stick. Meanwhile, all of us servants went out to tend to the garden. During which time, it was discovered that Lord Phantomhive's manor had actually been burnt down two years ago, killing his parent along with it. The manor that stands now is merely a replica. "Oh how terrible, that poor boy" Grell said, snipping away at the shrub she was currently trimming. 

                "Yes, how terrible indeed." I said, looking away at the ground with a saddened gaze. Suddenly, the maid I was training named Mey-Rin, let out a loud wail of fright. We all looked to see what the matter was, only to see that Grell had turned all of the shrubs into the shape of skulls. Grell began freaking out and tried to hang herself this time. Meanwhile, I simply started darting around the garden, fixing the shrubs that Grell had ruined. By the time I finished, Grell was being dragged off by a blur of blonde and orange. 

             The rest of the servants and I chased after them in order to save Grell, but it was too late. The girl had already turned her into a dangling decoration for a now very pink and frilly room. "Isn't he just lovely?" She exclaimed happily. I decided to take this chance to annoy my sister while still keeping up my act. "Why, yes he is indeed. But, don't you believe he is far too masculine for this lovely room you have decorated Mi'Lady? Ge might do better sitting in the corner away from anyone's immediate eye, don't you think?" I responded ever so cheerfully, throwing in a small bow while I was at it. I could tell Grell was rather annoyed by this point, judging from the irk mark on her face. But she couldn't react because of the acts we have to put on.