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All characters besides than Miss Emilie Wright, Mr. and Mrs. Edwards, Sir Alaric, and anybody else I made or make up belong to Yana Toboso. I used the Kuroshitsuji storyline and characters for entertainment purposes only. I am not making any sort of profit from this (other than improving my writing, of course ;D).

Chapter Two

Misinterpretations

Emilie walked beside Sebastian, quietly listening to his descriptions of the manor and observed him pointing out certain areas. She nodded at his words, clearly paying attention. The young woman was taking mental notes and carefully memorizing the layout of the massive building structure. Sebastian was pleased with her attentiveness. She was sincere, wishing to learn and start working as soon as possible. Remembering that Ciel had mentioned he was impressed by her abilities, he was curious where her skills lie.

"When you worked for your previous master, what was your position?" asked Sebastian, his eyes looking down at her as they walked. "I shall reassign assignments and jobs for everyone, but, before that, I need to know where you are skilled."

The woman blinked and pursed her lips, thinking for a few moments. "Well... I have done several different jobs," she started. "Whenever anyone needed help, I would assist them. I have worked as a maid, chef, helped the butler and done several of the higher-ranking jobs, worked in the garden and stalls, run errands... Oh, I have done so many things, Sebastian. I am rather flexible and can do just about any job you need me to do." Emilie smiled sweetly. "I am a fast learner."

Sebastian remained silent for a moment, surprised by her words. Usually employees were assigned one position and would rarely help with other jobs unless it was absolutely necessary. He would have expected her to have worked as a maid or possibly a cook, but such a small woman doing hard physical labor and also delicate, intelligent work... only he was that versatile, or so he thought.

"I see," the butler said slowly. 'This shall certainly make things more difficult, at least in picking her job. Although, perhaps it will be beneficial since the other servants are utterly incompetent...' he thought with his eyes closed and a curled, gloved finger on his chin.

Emilie noticed his hesitancy and tensed slightly. "O-Oh, that will not be a p-problem, will it?! I j-just thought that-"

He shook his head and smiled, his hands waving. "No, no. It is fine. It just surprises me that you have done so many jobs, especially at such a young age. I am pleased that your skills are so versatile. All I must do is observe your work to measure your skills and see what job suits you best."

She mirrored his smile and nodded. "Alright. That sounds lovely. I hope my work pleases you."

"I am sure that it will, Miss Emilie," said the butler politely. They neared the kitchen and Sebastian's pace slowed. He stopped in front of the door and placed his hand on the knob. "I shall first show you the kitchen. Baldroy is the chef, but I primarily spend the most time in here preparing meals for the young master."

Emilie blinked. "Really? Why must you do so? Does the butler not have many other jobs to do in the household? I know he normally checks everything to make sure things are going well, but... you prepare the meals?" asked the young woman in surprise.

The demon sighed and slightly sweat-dropped. He gave his pretty, fake smile. "The chef is... not the sharpest tool in the shed."

'That is being too nice to that bloody idiot,' he thought with the slightest twitch.

The young woman gave a quiet gasp, understanding. "O-Oh... I... I see." She also sweat-dropped and gave a nervous smile. When Sebastian held the door open for Emilie, she nodded her head in gratitude and smiled sweetly. "Thank you."

"Of course," he said with a smile.

Emilie's eyes widened as she stared at the large, immaculately clean room, filled with numerous pristine cooking utensils and supplies. Her mouth was in the shape of an 'o', sounding out a quiet 'wow.' The demon internally smiled, closing the door soundlessly behind them. He stepped forward and went beside her.

"Oh, Sebastian," exclaimed Emilie, large, emerald eyes shimmering, "what a lovely kitchen!"

He nodded, giving a small smile at her remark. "Yes, it is. I have made sure to obtain all of the newest and best materials and utensils so that the meals are of the greatest quality possible."

The young woman beamed at him, looking at him kindly. She said sweetly, "You are such a dutiful butler. Master Phantomhive must be very pleased to have you here. Sebastian, you are so thoughtful~!"

The demon internally chuckled. 'Oh, yes. The boy truly is lucky to have me," he thought sarcastically. He bet Ciel's bounded soul disagreed, but the butler could care less. If anything, it was rather amusing. 'Humans are so foolish and needy. So many are willing to do anything and give up everything in order to get what they want. Heh...'

He smirked. "Yes, of course. I am sure the young master is."

His expression then changed back to being serious, at which Emilie's face mirrored his. Sebastian closed his eyes as he explained a typical day. "It is extremely important to understand the schedule before anything else. The young master wakes at 8:00 each morning, so breakfast is to be served right at 8:30. There is then the mid-morning tea which takes place at 10:00. Noon is lunchtime and the afternoon tea is served promptly at 3:00. Dinner is then served between 6:00 to 6:30, depending on the day's schedule, and lastly the young master gets his evening tea and a snack at 10:00 before he is off to bed."

Sebastian paused and glanced at the woman. "Did you get all of that, Emilie?"

Emilie nodded and smiled. "Yes, thank you. Please continue."

The butler could not help that a corner of his lips curved upwards. He could tell she was truly paying attention and he was starting to believe her statement about being a fast learner. Realizing this, he then showed her around the room, pointing out where all of the cooking materials were placed. Sebastian noticed that Emilie's lips mouthed each word he said, memorizing every detail so she would not forget anything; she seemed to be a good student. Hopefully it would show in her work the next day, the demon wished.

"I believe that is all for the kitchen," he stated. Sebastian strode towards the door, signaling for Emilie to follow. Catching on, the young woman quickly walked forward, glancing around the room once more.

Reaching the door, Emilie stopped in front of the butler and smiled brightly. "I am ready to continue the tour, Sebastian. Thank you again for everything~"

He nodded. "Of course."

The gloved hand moved towards the door handle, fingertips touching the cold metal. At that moment, a battle cry loudly rang through the air and the door slammed open. Having quick reflexes, Sebastian was able to dodge getting crushed by the large and heavy wood. Blond hair and a white apron flashed inside. The one and only Baldroy, eyes closed and brows furrowed in anger, charged inside of the room, heading straight for Emilie. Her eyes widened and she gasped loudly as the chef collided right into her. Her small form started falling towards the ground, her black locks waving in the air. Right before she slammed on the hard floor, Sebastian swiftly went to her and knelt down, catching the young woman in his arms with inhuman speed.

A shadow enveloped Sebastian as Bard towered over him. His eyes were still closed, and now one arm was clasped to his hip while the other pointed in front of him, the general direction of where the man clad in black was, but above him instead of directly at him. The chef's face was red with anger and the cigarette in his mouth was nearly in two, the front part of it hanging dangerously from his lips. He took a deep breath, preparing to yell.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I do NOT need any help?!" Bard boomed loudly. His voice seemed to shake the very room. "I am the chef here and yet you always prepare the meals. You hardly even let me near the damn kitchen! My food is delicious and full of nutrition! The way I-"

"Are you alright, Miss Emilie?" Sebastian asked the woman in his arms with concern, completely ignoring and interrupting the infuriated chef.

Green eyes fluttered open, before having been clenched shut from the impact, and stared up at their savior. Her orbs shimmered as he gazed into them, waiting for her answer. Emilie gulped and nodded slowly.

"Y-yes, I-I am fine," she whispered quietly, the colour of her cheeks turning into a light shade of pink.

At the realization that Sebastian had ignored his previous statement, Bard raised his voice to the level of a sonic boom instead of a simple boom (quite an extraordinary feat, if I may say so myself.)

"Hey! Are you even listening to me?" He bent forward towards Sebastian and opened one blue eye, staring at the butler incredulously. "What the hell are you even doi-"

Oddly, Sebastian was kneeling on the kitchen floor, instead of standing up and cooking. He blinked and his blue eyes looked down below Sebastian's face. The chef then noticed a figure which was curled against the butler's chest. Sebastian cradled it tightly, yet almost delicately, in his long arms. He looked as if he were protecting the object. A closer look revealed a young woman. The broken cigarette fell from Bard's mouth, his eyes bulging. A pretty young woman at that!

'Nice figure, young and innocent looking, long, black curly hair, big green eyes, adorable, nubile,' thought Bard as he inspected the girl in his superior's grasp. 'And in HIS arms like THAT? What in the hell…'

"Wow! What the hell are ya doin', Sebastian? You would do that in the kitchen?" Bard exclaimed, blue eyes bulging from their sockets. Obviously, he had gotten the wrong idea... "Who the hell even is that woma-"

The rest of Bard's words suddenly came to a screeching halt and he snapped his mouth shut. A dark, ominous aura seemed to emanate from Sebastian's body. Shivers ran down the chef's back and all across his body as a red eye hidden beneath black bangs glinted in the light. Bard's body went cold and he slowly began to back away from his superior, who was giving him the death glare. Droplets of sweat ran down the length of the chef's body.

"This woman," Sebastian's red eye flashed more brightly and demonically, "is Miss Emilie Wright. She is a new servant here and will be working with you and the others. That is, if you don't kill her first."

"..."

There was a moment's pause. Bard tilted and scratched the back of his head, blinking his eyes.

"Huh?" he asked, a look of confusion written across his face. The man raised an eyebrow at Sebastian. "Kill her? What are ya talkin' about?"

Sebastian mentally face-palmed himself and his eye began to twitch. 'Could he seriously not have noticed…' the butler's thoughts trailed off as he glared coldly into the face of Bard, who looked at him like a completely clueless idiot. Sebastian sighed and dropped his head in defeat. Apparently, he had not noticed colliding head on into Emilie's body…

"Um, Sebastian?" a small voice asked. Sebastian looked back down at Emilie.

"Yes?"

"Uh, c-could you let me g-go, p-please?" Emilie closed her eyes and gave him a weak smile. "I can h-hardly breathe down here. You are c-crushing me."

Sebastian's eyes widened slightly. His chest was pressed tightly against hers, suffocating the poor woman. Immediately after realizing this, he loosened his arms around Emilie's body and sat her on his thigh, his arm holding her up by being around the small of her back and resting her side against his chest. She took in a deep breath and, after she exhaled, Emilie opened her eyes and smiled once again at Sebastian.

"T-thank you," she said timidly, a slight blush colouring her child-like cheeks.

Sebastian nodded his head and replied, "Of course."

Their eyes met once again. Sebastian's red eyes softened and looked warmly into hers. Emilie's orbs shook and quickly glanced to her folded hands, which twisted and turned nervously in her lap. A red blush spread across her cheeks which caused Sebastian to smirk and chuckle inwardly. When he glanced back up, Bard was grinning at him.

"What?" Sebastian asked the chef with a twinge of irritation.

The smile grew bigger on the foolish human's face. "So," he winked, "you've already hit it off with the new servant girl, eh?"

Sebastian looked at him dangerously. He felt his gloved hand itching towards the drawer nearest to him, which happened to be the one filled with nice, shiny, sharp silverware. Hadn't the man learned yet not to push the demon butler's buttons? Did he have a strong desire to die? Emilie simply looked confused. She blinked and tilted her head inquisitively, a smooth eyebrow arched up while the other curved down.

"Hit… it… off?" Emilie said slowly, trying to figure what the man had meant.

'But Sebastian hasn't hit me? What does he mean? Hit what off?' she thought innocently. 'That cannot be right. Sebastian has not hit anything. Hmm… He must be talking about something else…'

Sebastian gave Bard a warning glare to not go any further. The chef completely missed the social queue to shut the fuck up and stop while he was ahead.

"Way to go, man!" Bard exclaimed, giving a thumbs up sign. "You got her before we were able to even lay an eye on her. Played your moves and won her over before the competition got a chance. First come, first served. Great strategist! Way to think ahead! She's quite the looker. Have fun!" he smirked devilishly. The man winked. "But make sure you keep your eyes on her so she stays in your hands. We could always take a turn. Hahaha!" (*1)

Sebastian and Emilie stared at Bard in silence. Everything was quiet for a minute. The demon's itch to grab a pointy knife from the kitchen drawer increased tenfold.

Emilie slowly blinked. "Wha…?" she began to question.

'Well,' Sebastian sighed to himself and closed his eyes, 'I suppose it's time to kill the bastard. Idiot.'

Bard remained oblivious to his impending demise, still holding out his hand in a thumbs-up sign. After all of that, he had the audacity to add, "Tell me all about it, man! All of the details about your romps in the night together, okay?"

Sebastian twitched. 'Dead, so dead,' he thought in irritation. Then the demon smiled inwardly at the different ways he envisioned killing the fool. 'A knife through the skull, or maybe the heart? Oh, perhaps piercing it into his eye would be nice and painful?'

"Wait..." Emilie stared at Sebastian, then at Bard, and gazed back to the butler in confusion. "What... What are you talking about?"

Both turned their heads towards the woman, looking at her questioningly, but for different reasons. Sebastian's mind was pondering, 'She cannot truly be that innocent and naïve, can she? Her aura does emit purity, but... for a woman her age...' while Bard was thinking, 'Is that innocent gig all a way to make her more desirable? Like, the school-girl act? Damn, she's really good at it. It is even in her eyes and the way she looks...'

Bard grinned, deciding to, in his mind, play along with her. "You know," said he, "like rollin' in the hay? Crackin' it? Gettin' a bit of action? Bouncin'? Gettin' lucky? Playin' hanky panky? Gettin' to it? Burnin' that midnight oil? Nailin' two bellies together? Pile-driving? Joy ridin'? Jumpin' bones? Makin' the beast with two backs? Dancing the mattress jig? Doing the dirty deed? Doing the nasty? Humping...?"

She blinked several times, that innocent, lost expression never once leaving her face. The chef also blinked, staring at her in silence, along with the butler, who silently shook his head and sighed. Bard shuffled his feet, surprised that the young woman had not reacted whatsoever.

"You know..." he said slowly. "Sex...?"

This last defining word seemed to click something within Emilie, still slowly, however. The innocent look on her face faded away and her eyes grew larger as the topic finally dawned on her. A tomato red blush painted her entire face.

"Umm! S-s-sir!" Emilie cried in embarrassment. "You h-have the wrong i-idea! S-Sebastian and I were n-not-"

Now that he finally made her react and that she was still 'playing the innocent act', Bard's smile grew bigger and he began to laugh.

"Riiiiight!" he said sarcastically. "In a position like that? Uh huh! You can keep on tryin' to play that school-girl act, darlin', but I can see right through it."

Sebastian sweat-dropped. Bard misconstrued that Emilie was pretending to be this innocent and pure when, as Sebastian could easily sense with his demonic powers, it was, in fact, true. He looked at the young woman in slight pity. She was so confused and appeared rather... desperate.

'S-School-girl act? W-What is he t-talking about? And w-why will he not believe me? I-I would n-never d-do such a thing!' Emilie thought in panic. She glanced down. 'And what does he mean in a position like tha-'

The woman gasped and her eyes grew. She was sitting on Sebastian's leg and his arm was wrapped around her waist, fingers grasped delicately on her hip. Emilie also noticed that the top of her dress had become loose and revealed a bare, pale shoulder, which touched his large chest. She was not completely covered, which she had been told to always do in public. Overall, they were very, very close to one another…

"Ah!" Emilie scrambled off of Sebastian and fell ungracefully to the floor on her bottom. The clumsy fall, along with the awkward situation, increased her fevered blush and made her face glow an even brighter red. Bard's laughter grew louder and Sebastian just gave Emilie a look that said 'what the hell are you doing?'

"There's no need to be embarrassed about it, girlie," Bard laughed. "It's just the simple 'birds and the bees' deal. Nothin' to be ashamed about."

Emilie blushed further, if that was even possible. "N-no, sir! You have g-gotten it all wrong!" she exclaimed. "I would never do that with Seba-"

Sebastian tilted his head and stared at Emilie, raising an eyebrow. Realizing what she had said, Emilie waved her hands frantically in the air.

"I-I-I didn't m-mean it l-l-like tha-at!" Emilie stuttered. Her fear-filled eyes switched back from Bard to Sebastian at hyper speed. "I-I just m-mean that I would n-never d-do that at all... w-with anyone! I-It is n-n-not that y-you a-are not good l-l-looking and a-all, b-b-because you are. Y-you a-are quite h-handsome, r-really. N-n-not t-that I-I was thinking a-about d-d-doing that with you, b-b-because I w-wasn't! I-I-I m-mean, n-not that I w-wouldn't i-if I were to d-do that. I-I m-mean I- ah!"

Emilie's eyes swirled as she entered into overload. Sebastian smirked and stood up before the newly hired maid. He brushed his shoulders with his gloved hands and patted his black coat down. Sebastian's eyes moved to Bard, who looked at Emilie with a mixture of amusement and concern.

"Bard," Sebastian motioned the man to come closer. He decided to not be angry with the chef any longer, for he was born a fool and could not help himself, unfortunately. Plus, the demon was given more of a look at how Emilie was and, seeing how she humoured him with her utter innocence, an idea sparked in his devilish mind.

The chef walked nearer to the butler and leaned his ear towards the man clad in black. "Yes?"

"Go and find Finnian, Maylene, and Mr. Tanaka. Be sure to bring them to the west wing drawing room in about three hours. I would like to introduce them to Miss Emilie after giving her a tour of the manor. Would you do that, please?" Sebastian asked in a soft voice, gloved hand covering his smooth lips which whispered into the chef's ear.

Bard faced Sebastian and gave him a quick nod of the head. "Yes, sir! Right away, sir!" He hurried toward the kitchen door. Before he left, the chef smiled at Sebastian and remarked, "They will all be happy to meet the little miss. She seems to be a very nice girl... and cute too~"

Sebastian nodded in agreement and waved the chef off. Bard grinned, chuckled, and left the kitchen, his loud footsteps slowly growing quieter as he marched away to find his fellow coworkers. The butler glanced down and noticed that Emilie was mumbling incoherent words in her still befuddled state. Sebastian sighed. 'I suppose I should help the poor girl up.'

He bent down to the ground and scooped the girl up to her feet. Emilie was unsteady and collapsed into Sebastian's arms, her face falling on his torso. He carefully twirled the woman so that her back rested against his broad chest. A pink blush was painted across her cheeks.

"Hnnnn... I am n-not that kind of g-girl," Emilie murmured, eyes still distant and swirling. "Please, d-do not t-take this the wrong w-way, sir. It... It is all a m-misunderstanding... an... acci...dent..."

Sebastian smiled and moved his lips to her ear, whispering softly, "Miss Emilie?"

"Huh? Wha?" Emilie slowly blinked, the hypnotic-like circles in her eyes fading away.

"Miss Emilie? Are you alright to continue?" Sebastian asked as he breathed into the woman's black curls and pale neck.

Emilie blinked several times before she realized she was resting in her guide's arms again. The warm breath Sebastian released against her neck sent shivers down Emilie's spine, an almost tickling sensation. Her heartbeat stopped and then ran at a godlike speed when she felt his curved lips against her skin. Their proximity was so close... too close. It was unfamiliar and strange to the young woman. A scarlet red blush spread feverishly across the newly hired maid's cheeks.

"Uhhh!" Emilie tripped out of the butler's grasp and spun around on her heels to face him. Instinctively, she began to stroke her fingers nervously through her hair.

"Y-yes! I-I am f-fine to go, s-sir," the woman exclaimed, her voice lathered in embarrassment.

Sebastian smirked and walked forward ahead of Emilie. As he passed the woman, his gloved fingers brushed against her hand, wishing to see her reaction. The butler said with slight intimacy, his dark red eyes piercing into her, "Remember, Emilie, to not call me sir. It is Sebastian."

"U-u-um! Right, s-sir! I-I mean, Sebastian!" Emilie quickly corrected herself, a red blush re-colouring her cheeks because of the touch of his gloves sliding against her sensitive skin and for the invasive look the butler's dark eyes seemed to give her. All of the light touches and closeness within the last few minutes had really unraveled the servant, who had been calm and collected only minutes before.

He chuckled and nodded. "Alright, then let us take our leave."

The butler opened the door, where Emilie quickly passed by, her green eyes avoiding his. This made him chuckle once more, shutting the door softly. She stood by his side, her cheeks still rosy red and heart beating faster than normal, which he could hear, of course.

Sebastian smiled, walking down the hall with her trailing close behind in awkward silence. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. Seeing the woman's embarrassed reaction to his touch earlier had amused Sebastian. This girl had an aura about her that was difficult to describe. It was completely pure and kind, a rather unusual aura, especially for anyone over the age of a young child. It intrigued him. Sebastian wished to further "investigate" her, and this new assignment was perfect for his desire. Now he was glad that his young master had tried to play Sebastian and surprised him with this new servant. She was so innocent and pure, even more so than he first thought. The more he was around her, the stronger her aura of purity was revealed to him. His suppressed true self, the demonic side, had seeped out and the demon butler had toyed with the young woman just moments ago. Normally, he rarely let this side show itself, always pretending to be the perfect, dutiful butler, but it was in his nature to corrupt the innocent, and Emilie was oh, so deliciously innocent.

Perhaps he should thank Bard, he pondered, for helping to reveal Emilie's true innocence. She obviously had no experience and little to nearly non-existent knowledge about sexual matters, which was extremely unusual for a woman her age. Sure, there were some females who had no relations with a man, but they at least knew details about it, and their minds were corrupt by other means, like what was inevitable for all humans. But Emilie truly seemed to not be corrupted in any degree. He saw no sinful desire: no greed or envy, no jealousy, no hidden anger, nothing that even resembled what the humans called the seven deadly sins that plagued their race. This intrigued the demon and fed his cruel curiosity. He had been growing bored as of late with the same, every day routine of being the Phantomhive butler. This addition to the staff seemed to be the perfect gateway for some entertainment for the demon.

Sebastian's eyes glowed red as they passed through a shadow in the elegant hallway, his demon side being revealed for a split second. He was going to have fun with this girl. Lots of fun.

Author's note:

*1 : Bard is not supposed to come across as a jerk. Really, he is just messing with Sebastian. x3

Oh, I have forgotten to mention that the start of this story takes place before the Curry Arc and right after Jack the Ripper Arc.

Question:

Alright. This is going to seem freaking moronic and I'm sorry in advance for this dumb question, but how the hell do you make the spaces larger between each paragraph? The instructions say to press enter twice, which I have, and yet it continues to have tiny spaces in-between, making it annoying to read, or, at least, to me. Help with this would be very much appreciated.