Series: Black Butler
Prompt: #46: Disaster
Word Count: 713
Characters, Pairings: Sebastian/Ciel
Summary: He’s lost the bet—Sebastian may be one hell of a butler, but he isn’t always right.
Warnings: features a rather smug Ciel and an exasperated Sebastian. Is a bit fluffy.
Notes: Sebastian should have known better; he really should. Or maybe he really knew all along. ^_~
It started off as a friendly bet (or, at least as friendly as bets can get between human and demon, between master and servant), and because Ciel was so certain that he knew what the outcome would be (because the outcome had been the same time and time again), he agreed to the terms of the bet wholeheartedly, with the intention of winning.
Because Sebastian was stubborn and knew that he was capable of everything that his young master ordered of him and more, he entered into the bet with every intention of not losing.
Granted, he knew that the situation was practically hopeless given the subjects in question, but if anyone could tutor them properly, it was he himself—for what kind of butler would he be if he couldn’t do that much?
From dawn until early afternoon, he spent his time playing the role of teacher, though not to his young master. He had to admit, his pupils listened raptly, and when he asked for return demonstrations, they did provide, and he began to believe that maybe, just maybe this whole thing would work out in his favor after all.
With a congratulatory smile, he sent his pupils off to do their assigned tasks while he set off on his own mission: the young master’s room was in desperate need of dusting, and if he started there and worked his way around, well, he would be at the Earl’s study just in time to begin his (silent) gloating.
Instead, approximately one hour later, Sebastian found himself standing in the middle of a disaster area. The kitchen walls were smut-black, and Bardroy stood in front of the stove, looking sheepish, his face the exact same color as the walls. Above their heads, something dark and oily resided on the ceiling and dribbled little parts of itself down onto the floor.
“That was gonna be somethin’ special,” Bardroy explained, and Sebastian ground his teeth together in an effort to keep from yelling.
In the midst of all of this, Tanaka sat cross-legged and unscathed, sipping on his tea and chuckling to himself as he always did.
“Mr. Sebastian!” Maylene wailed, rushing into the kitchen with perfectly crisp white shirts covered in black iron marks, “I did what you said… or at least I thought I did, and look what happened! I’m so sorry!”
Black was clearly turning out to be the color of the day.
Of course, his troubles didn’t end there. Finnian chose that moment to literally crash through the door (and track mud inside with him), tears welling in his large green eyes. “I was being so careful, and then I got excited, andandand—waaaaaahhhhh!”
One glance out the ruined door made Sebastian’s left eye twitch. Several of the lovely shrubs and flowers had been uprooted, and there was a large crater in the middle of the lawn… He didn’t even want to know.
Trouble typically came in threes, but in this case, it came in fours (or fives, as it were), because Ciel decided that now would be a good time to come and survey the damage.
He was smiling the little brat. “I told you it was hopeless, Sebastian. You took it upon yourself to prove me wrong in a situation in which you knew I was right.”
Sebastian closed his eyes and willed himself to be calm. “You could have just ordered me to lose. You are my young master, after all.”
“I could have,” Ciel evenly agreed, “but that wouldn’t have been nearly as fun, now, would it?” He yawned then, feigning boredom. “I do hope you realize, Sebastian, that you will be cleaning all of this up, and you will be making an exceptional lunch to atone for the fact that said lunch will obviously be late.” His smile broadened then, and he beckoned Sebastian to lean down so that the rest of what he had to say could be silkily whispered in the demon’s ear. “I also hope you know that this means you lost the bet, and I expect you to keep your word—demons never lie, remember?”
And as his young master walked away, Sebastian said the only thing that he could say at a time such as this: “Yes, my Lord.”
So now, you’re wanting to know what else Sebastian will have to do since he lost the bet, right? ^_~