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Black Butler	By : Siena Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-That Butler, Indentured
- 2-That Butler, Introductions
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Disclaimer: I hold no ownership of FFVII or Kuroshitsuji nor do I make a profit from writing about either!
Warning: This is a Yaoi, which means males interact in some major or minor sexual intercourse. Rating will increase when we get to later chapters.
Pairings: SephCloud (main), others will be determined because I haven't decided yet.
Authoress Note: First I shall say, thankyou for reviewing cloudstrifejen, Dragi, Whitefleur, and ElementalFoxGoddess. Now, onward with the chapter and, again, if you haven't checked our Kuroshitsuji (aka Black Butler) you should because it's an amazing Anime/Manga.
BLACK BUTLER
II: That Butler, Introductions
A lone blue eye stared impassively at the envelopes and papers lying on the mahogany desk; today was going to be one of those days. Cloud could feel it. The week had been nothing special as it was but something in the air was tugging at his soul, warning him to be wary of the day ahead of him. Over the week, the house had been too silent, it'd been far too nice outside, and things had been far too peaceful; that only meant that something was going to happen and it wasn't going to be good. Cloud's gut was telling him that it was going to be something big and it had nothing to do with business or a mission from the Queen.
"Young master, I've brought you your mid afternoon snack. Here you have a spiced red velvet cake, a cup of Jasmine tea, and," Sephiroth smirked as he pushed the small tray towards his young Lord.
"And what?" Cloud didn't like it when Sephiroth smirked.
It usually never meant anything good for him.
"You have a letter from your fiancé. It appears Isaac misplaced the mail again for this letter is several weeks old. I suggest that you open it immediately." Sephiroth handed Cloud the letter before he went about setting up his master's afternoon snack.
"Zack conveniently forgot to give me this particular piece of mail?" Forgot? No, Cloud knew Zack hadn't forgotten to give him that piece of mail just as well as he knew that Sephiroth had let the brunet get away with such a thing.
The slender blond eyebrow over Cloud's visible eye twitched in irritation.
"It seems as though, at the time, he wanted to personally hand you the letter himself but he'd forgotten when I reminded him that he had to tend to the gardens." Sephiroth's smirk grew as he stared at the irate blond.
The demon truly enjoyed the moments when his master was angry and could do naught about it; it was far better than the haughty, moody, or impassive teenager that Cloud tended to be when they usually spoke. No, the boy- young man rather- was far more gorgeous when his emotions were dark or, at the very least, there at all. Sephiroth believed so anyway. And the demon was positive that today would be a very good day for him. It would be one of the rare days where he'd get to see the young Cloud Von Strife filled with something other than apathy, sardonic wit, or, if the house was lucky, monotone-one-syllable quips.
Although, Sephiroth rather enjoyed the sarcastic, witty, banters that Cloud offered for it pathed the way to other… discussions so to speak.
"Very well then, I'll read it before my afternoon snack."
Cloud carefully tore the top of the envelope off, his nose scrunching as the garish scent of his fiancé's favorite perfume assaulted his senses. Did she have to spray so much of that nose burning concoction on the letter? Better yet, why the hell was she spraying a letter with… Cloud's visible blue eye widened as he quickly pulled the letter from the envelope and skimmed it stopping at the only words Tifa Lockhart could ever communicate to him to get his full attention. It was a shame she was never present when it happened, not that she would notice if she had his full attention or not.
I'm coming to visit. Four simple words and Cloud's young life was rattled. To make matters worse, she'd be arriving some time that afternoon. He didn't necessarily hate Tifa but her presence was always so… bothersome. Then again, Cloud did hold a certain level of disdain for his clinging bride to be and he was only ever reminded of it when the girl was around. Tifa always showed up and acted as though they were already married, as though his mansion belonged to her and his servants were hers to order about. Cloud frowned; he hadn't even had time to prepare for her visit. He could understand if the young Lady Lockhart traveled to see him alone but no, she had to bring every servant under her command with her for she didn't deem Cloud's simple staff of five enough. Still, he wouldn't have any trouble preparing because he had-
"Sephiroth, prepare for our guest. Tifa and her entourage will be arriving any minute now, thus, this is a code red. Code Red! Everyone will need to help and that's an order."
"Yes, my Lord." As Sephiroth walked out of the large office, he couldn't stop the smirk from forming on his gorgeous face.
He'd known that today would be one of those days; a day when his young master would come to life.
It was a pity they'd had so few of them during the month.
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"Reeve look, we're almost there." Tifa smiled as she glanced out of the window of the car; they were so very close to the Von Strife Manor.
"Indeed. It should take us no more than a few minutes Lady Tifa." Tifa's smile grew impossibly wider.
Today, she had donned her very best in every sense of the word. She wore her best sundress; a white gown that flowed freely and stopped just below her knees with a splendid yellow belt around her middle. She wore her best shoes; a pair of expensive glossy-black slip-ons that were versatile in case they were to go out or sit around. Tifa had made sure her dark chocolate tresses were the softest and curliest she'd ever had them; she'd used all of the best hair products after all. Best of all, Tifa had made sure to wear her favorite perfume, the same perfume she'd sprayed on Cloud's letter and the same one she knew he loved just as much as she did. She could still hear Cloud asking what that smell was as his adorable button nose scrunched when he tried to decipher her scent.
'Cloud…' She sighed dreamily as she thought of husband-to-be and his bright blue eyes- er, eye.
Tifa still wasn't quite sure why her husband-to-be wore an eye patch; in fact, she wasn't sure about a lot of things when it came to Cloud. The boy had changed so much in the last five years but she couldn't blame him. Ever since the day their city was set a flame, the Von Strife Estates being the target, Cloud had nearly lost everything. Well, everything besides his family's wealth and status. He'd disappeared for two years and when he returned, he was not the boy Tifa remembered; Cloud was a man inside of a child's body. A man who'd seen more than most men who'd been dragged through hell. Still, Tifa couldn't bring herself to love him any less. If nothing else, she loved him more and his growth was a sign that he'd be fit to care for her.
"Miss, we've arrived." Tifa's bright hazel eyes lit up like light bulbs.
She'd finally be able to see Cloud after waiting to visit him for nearly three months.
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Sephiroth had sounded the code red alarm and got the results he more than expected: utter chaos. For four people, they tended to create messes the size of several dozen. Well, most of them did. Vincent always managed to do his assigned task correctly but that was to be expected; he'd served the Von Strife family for decades. This was odd in itself considering he looked to be in his late twenties, at the most, and, if Sephiroth were not a demon, he'd be curious as to how the man did it. Nonetheless, Sephiroth still had more to do than not and, if his timing was correct, they had a little less than ten minutes to get it all done; Sephiroth would have it finished in seven. He wasn't called "one hell of a butler" for nothing.
Cold aqua eyes stared at the four servants standing at the head of the grand staircase.
Those eyes landed on Isaac Fair who was sheepishly smiling back at Sephiroth; Isaac was the most troublesome of the bunch. Isaac was like a puppy, full of life, laughter, and affection without knowledge of his own strength; a handsome man he was indeed. He'd been asked to tend to the gardens as was his job, yet, in his haste of the code red Isaac had managed to uproot a majority of the 27 acre front lawn. Sephiroth relaxed as idea after idea assaulted his mind; Isaac would be able to fix the problem himself in record time without causing further ruin to the front lawn.
"Isaac, I want you to quickly replant every tree you so thoroughly uprooted and I will go behind you and clean what's left of your mess."
"Sure thing Seph." The butler's eyebrow twitched; Sephiroth did NOT do nicknames.
As the brunet scampered out of the foyer those aqua eyes settled on Yuffie Kisaragi. The dark-haired petite girl, so jittery, happy, and innocent, was also a klutz… a klutz that thought speed was the key to everything if all else failed. And not only was she a klutz, Yuffie tended to get sidetracked very easily which left many of her household chores undone, halfway done, or more of a chore than it had previously been. Perhaps she was worst than Isaac because she rarely ever completed the task assigned to her and that was a maid's main duty. This time was no different.
Sephiroth had asked Yuffie to dust and polish the foyer and the grand staircase, tidy the main restrooms, and situate the dining room; task in which she'd utterly failed at. The duster had apparently malfunctioned and left more dust and dirt than there had previously been. In her haste to find something to clean that up with, she remembered she had to set the table and attempted to reach the guest china from the cupboards, cupboards that easily towered over her. Yuffie had dropped and broken a majority of the dishes. Sephiroth wasn't even going to bother trying to figure how the girl had managed to flood the three bathrooms he'd asked her to tidy up but he knew how to fix it.
"Miss Yuffie, mop the bathrooms, dispose of the broken glass, and vacuum up the dust. Vincent shall accompany you to keep you on task and I suppose he can help as well."
"Er, yes sir." Yuffie smiled brightly and saluted the demonic butler before trotting away with a silent Vincent in her wake.
Then there was one. Cid Highwind was supposed to be the honorary chef of the Von Strife manor, yet, he'd yet to prepare a single meal for their young lord. The gruff blond with a foul mouth, compassionate heart, and intellect that even surprised Sephiroth always seemed to do the dumbest shit in the history of mankind. Honestly, if he took some time to prepare the dishes properly instead of attempting to use his odd, less than successful, inventions to do the trick then less food would be wasted and the kitchen wouldn't continuously look like WWIII broke loose in it. Every time, without fail, when people attempted to do things the quick way instead of the correct way, more work would need to be done.
This week it appeared as that Cid was attempting to perfect a quick-bake machine and had tested several versions of the device only to have them all explode, in rotation, in the South kitchen. Who the fuck needed a quick-bake machine when the world already had the oven, the microwave, and the toaster oven? Nonetheless, the South kitchen was ruined and that was the kitchen with the ovens. Well, the meals while the Lady Tifa stayed at the manor were going to have to be those served cold or grilled. Cid would definitely be able to prepare the cold dishes without destroying the house because he believed those made themselves and didn't need a quick fix device to do it for them, unlike hot dishes. The logic made as much sense to Sephiroth as it would to an infant.
"Go to the North kitchen and begin preparations for a Wutaian themed sushi bar and grill. Due to the South kitchen being inaccessible, we shall grill and eat under the stars tonight. I shall be in there to assist you when I can."
"That's what the fuck I'm talking about." With a short wave, Cid headed to the North kitchen.
Sephiroth glanced at his watch, seven minutes or so before Lady Tifa arrived and then another 48 hours until she left. The "annoying-harpy alarm," also known as the code red alert, would not stop sounding until her visit was complete. Sephiroth smirked as he headed towards the front doors; these would be the best 48 hours of the month.
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Cloud glanced around his room to make sure that he was alone and, sure enough, Sephiroth was still tending to the house as ordered; that gave Cloud time to play with his eye-patches. No one would ever know how much he truly enjoyed matching his eye-patch to his outfit of the moment; it was one of the little joys he kept to himself. Well… mostly he kept it to himself because it was scary how giddy he got when he set out to pick the perfect eye-patch from his drawer to match his outfit.
It also gave him a chance to examine the contract etched into his right eye.
Cloud would never tell anyone, not even Sephiroth, but he thought the thing was rather beautiful in its peculiar-ness. The lavender contract filled his entire cornea in a gorgeous display of ancient tongue and symbols; it was the one thing that truly bound Sephiroth to him. What was it Sephiroth had told him so many years ago… Ah, the more visible and vulnerable the contract, the stronger the contract and bond between master and demon. So far, Sephiroth had proved to be nothing less than loyal and obedient, well, as obedient as his contract demanded him to be.
Cloud stared into the long mirror at his reflection and sighed. He felt much older than his sixteen year old reflection; his eyes looked an age far beyond his own and told a tale not many men would wish upon their worst enemy. But, they also held a touch of his life before Sephiroth; a life he shared with his parents. Cloud's reflection would forever be a constant reminder of them alone. Cloud looked almost exactly like his mother, from his button-nose and golden blond hair right down to his petite frame; in fact, the only thing he'd gained from the late Lord Von Strife, as far as appearances were concerned, was his startling bright blue eyes. Well, Cloud only had one visible blue eye now but it was as bright as ever even with all of the darkness hidden within it. Still, his lavender eye made a rather interesting sight as well, one that Cloud thought was rather beautiful on its own.
"I see you've managed to dress yourself for the occasion." Cloud's eyes moved to stare at Sephiroth's reflection behind him in the mirror as his butler walked toward him. He'd been so lost in thought; he hadn't even heard the man come into his room.
"I know how to dress myself, you just insist upon doing the task for me." Cloud didn't bother to move as Sephiroth stopped behind, so close that he could feel the demon's abnormally high body heat.
His butler looked as crisp as always; black trousers, black tailcoat, grey vest, white button-up, white gloves, and dark shoes, all of which covered a flawless body. But Cloud was never stunned into silence by the demon's impeccable attire, no, Sephiroth's unearthly features still tended to catch him off guard. Sephiroth had the longest mane of platinum blond tresses Cloud had ever seen and, when paired with those glowing aqua eyes with the flecks of gold around the pupil as well as Sephiroth's alabaster skin, his butler could take his breath away. The blond hadn't always noticed such things, in fact, he'd only really began to notice and pay attention to the beautiful things of the world two or three years ago.
Puberty was what one of his morning instructors had called it when he voiced his concerns about his minds constant wandering towards sex. It had become a problem when he'd seen Tifa, of all people, in a low cut dress at a function in Junon; Cloud hadn't been able to take his eyes off of her breast. And, apparently, he didn't discriminate when it came to his sexual desires but he still didn't quite understand that. Men had no alluring traits such as breast or ass that he could visibly stare at but he found plenty of men just as attractive as any woman. Everything was just so confusing and he couldn't wait for it to end. Puberty… Cloud really, really, hated puberty.
"I insist upon it do I?" Sephiroth's gloved fingertips brushed down Cloud's right arm before swiftly taking the eye-patch from between Cloud's pale fingers. "If I didn't tend to you properly, what sort of servant would I be?" Carefully, Sephiroth tied the eye-patch into its place; his deep turquoise eyes staring into Cloud's blue as he did so.
"A useless servant you are not, I should be thankful." Sephiroth chuckled; Cloud's sarcasm never failed to amuse him.
"That, you should." Aqua eyes noticed the glinting in the mirror of two particular pieces of jewelry Cloud wore in his right and left ears. A skilled hand slid across Cloud's neck as Sephiroth thumbed the piece of jewelry in the blond's left ear and lowered his head so Cloud could hear him perfectly. "I see you chose to wear the earrings Isaac bought for you last Christmas, he will be pleased."
"They were the ones best suited to go with my outfit."
Cloud attempted to ignore the warm, sweet breath, that caressed his neck and ear; he attempted more so to ignore the warm, gloved, hand and thumb toying with this diamond stud that hung from his lobe. Cloud certainly wasn't going to entertain the voice in the back of his mind that was whispering of how good it would feel if those lips were pressed against his heated flesh instead of hovering a few millimeters away. How the hell did that the voice know what felt good anyway? Cloud was doing a pretty damn good job of ignoring all of those things… except for the telltale blush dusting his ivory cheeks that told of his attempts to ignore, ignore, ignore.
Damn puberty and hormones to the fiery pits of hell.
"Come young master, your bride to be has finally arrived." As if on cue, Cloud heard several cars pull into the front lot of his manor.
That was one of the few things he hated about his room, it was right above the parking garages.
"Very well," Cloud rolled his shoulder's and prepared for the worst.
Only two days… he only had to survive two days.
TBC...
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