I went to the young master's room and Kyami past by me. She stopped, "Sebastian sir, do you think I should clean the young master's study?" She asked. I nodded and she went on her way. I watched her as she walked away. She had refused to wear the normal maid attire, saying that it was too sexual and she is not that kind of woman. I respected her for that. She wears a long black flowy dress when she works. I smiled to myself, thinking about how most women should be like her. I continued walking until I got to the young master's door. I opened it and woke him up. I removed myself from the room as he got dressed.
I watched as Kyami ran back and forth between rooms, cleaning. I smiled to myself. Why don't the others clean like that? She's so devoted. I went back into Ciel's room and he was sitting on the bed drinking the tea I gave to him, "Breakfast will be crepes, with white blossom tea with scones or toast. Which ever to your liking, my lord," I said to him. He nodded and got up. We walked down to the dining hall together.
"So what has Kyami done today so far?" He asked. I fumed with rage as she was the first thing he mentioned to me every morning since Kyami started working here.
"She has cleaned the study, but I think she has also prepared breakfast," I replied. I heard the jealously in my voice, but Ciel didn't so that was good.
"I see. I bet breakfast will be exquisite!" He exclaimed. I scoffed quietly. He heard, "Why do you not like Kyami?"
"I never said I didn't, but I never said I did," I answered. We enter the dining hall as Kyami finished setting the table. He sat down and she sat a plate of crepes in front of him. She poured his tea and he took a sip. He smiled at her and she smiled back. I walked into the kitchen and Kyami sat on the counter.
"Hello Sebastian. How are you?" She asked crossing her legs.
"Quite well. Please remove yourself from the counter," I commanded. She obeyed. I walked up to her. Her green orbs looked into my red ones. She had curled her long brown hair today, it framed her face like a work of art. Her black dress made her pale skin look almost white. I placed my hand on her shoulder, "Please leave the cooking to me or Baldroy," I said. She nodded. I walked away from her.