Is This Fate or Misfortune?

Her Acquaintance, A Demon's Heart

"I guess it must be a lot of work for you huh Sebastian," you commented as the two of you walked down the hallway passing by the foyer that led to the front doors. From the direction that he was taking you, you concluded that he was heading to the kitchen, most likely planning on organizing the food that he was to bring on the trip. "Well it's lucky that you have me here to help you," you playfully teased, looking up at the tall male with a smile on your face.

Sebastian chuckled from where he walked at your side and you noticed that his eyes had slid over to look at you. "Should I really consider myself lucky?" He asked and you gasped offended though a smile tugged at the corners of your lips knowing he wasn't being rude based on the teasing tone that was in his voice.

"I'll have you know that I'm a pretty reliable person," you countered bemusedly, the smile growing and you lightly laughed before falling into a thoughtful silence. "We're going to have to let the other servants know about the vacation though. It would be pretty rude not to give them a heads up at least," you mumbled under your breath, tilting your head a bit as you couldn't help but wonder where the three of them were.

"There's no need to worry about them," Sebastian inputted having heard what you said and you glanced up to him noticing that he was gazing down the hallway. "Those three are most likely doing their jobs, or they should be." There was a threatening edge in voice that you couldn't help but shiver from and you hoped that the others were at least doing their jobs correctly. "We're bound to run into those idiots sooner or later."

As if marking his words true, a large thunderous boom was heard followed by a thunderous shaking that all seemed to pinpoint to the kitchen. 'Bard must be cooking,' you thought tentatively knowing that the cook was going to get an earful from Sebastian. The said demon butler simply sighed before quickly marching down the hallway toward the kitchen and with a sigh to yourself, you followed him.

Smoke was wafting from the door of the kitchen coming to coat the hallway you were in, but Sebastian paid no attention to this detail as he disappeared into the smoke covered kitchen. With a brave inhale of clean air, you followed Sebastian into the dense cloud of smoke though you couldn't help but deeply cough once inside.

"Guys!" You called inside the room the smoke making it hard to see, but you could make out hazy figures in the thickness of the ashy white fumes. 'I can barely see in all of this smoke.' Knowing that you couldn't leave the place as it was wrong in doing so, you muttered "Messy and mucky with nothing in its place. Clean and tidy is how it should be."

Immediately, the smoke cleared out of the room, leaving it clear and clean as it generally was and you took the moment to examine what had happened. Standing there sheepishly by the oven with a lit cigarette in his mouth and his flamethrower was Bard and you couldn't help but sigh. Sebastian was standing in front of him with his arms crossed, the familiar look of irritation displayed over each features of his face and you could only give a small shake of your head at the poor decision of the cook.

"How many times have I told you not to use that flamethrower of yours to cook? Not to mention what did I say about smoking your cigarette inside the manor, especially when you're so close to the oven?"

Sebastian was laying it into him and you knew that it was better not to interrupt the butler when he was lecturing the cook so you pulled yourself into one of the high chairs that was at the counter and simply continued to watch. Bard's eyes slowly shifted to you, a small plead in them as he was silently begging you to help him, but you gave him an apologetic smile not wanting to have Sebastian's rage directed to you. You mouthed him 'Sorry' to then plaster a sincere smile when Sebastian's eyes darted to you.

"Now do you understand me?" His tone was sharp as he turned back to face the cook who lowered his head down in shame.

"Yes sir," the cook mumbled with a small nod of his head.