The One || Sebastian Michaelis x Reader

With your walking stick still firmly on your grip and your insignia lit up, within seconds, Claude was by your side as the loyal servant he was destined to be.

"It's you," Sebastian growled, pushing an oblivious Ciel behind him.

"Indeed," Claude said. "You're calling yourself 'Sebastian' now?"

"It's better than Claude," Sebastian retorted.

"He's a demon and she's a contract holder?" Ciel inquired, startled by the sudden reveal.

"Yes," Sebastian answered in a clipped tone he only used when he was on the defense.

"It's not as it seems, I promise," you tried to persuade.

"Then explain how you came to all of this," Ciel commanded.

You lowered your arm that still bore the pentagram as Claude moved to stand by your side. After telling them your reasoning, there was no indication of what they would do.

"I needed protection. Being part of the Black Market isn't exactly the safest thing to go into without proper protection," you said.

"What was your contract?" Sebastian questioned.

You hated the look Sebastian had in the deepest parts of his eyes as of he was disappointed in who you were, but also intrigued. He was a demon, after all, and this type of business wasn't half as gory as what he was used to.

You sighed. "Claude would protect me with his life for ten years in exchange for my soul."

"But your soul isn't as pure as Ciel's," Sebastian pointed out, turning to Claude. "Why would you accept that?"

"Ten years is nothing to us, as you know," Claude replied. "Not all of the contracts will have diamond souls."

"Wow, thanks," you muttered, getting back to the point. "We're doing good here, can't you see? I don't want to fight here because there is a little boy who needs a liver right now and I am going to the orphanage to give it to him."

"We can't let you get away with that," Ciel stoically.

You lost your composure. "I don't care! You've lived a life of privilege, Ciel Phantomhive. You do not understand what it is like to be considered the lowest of society and be without anyone looking out for you. You have loyal servants and millions of pounds to your name. Some of us have worked our asses off for that kind of life. This is your last warning: step aside!"

"Sebastian, apprehend them. Now. That is an order," Ciel directed.

"Claude, do not maim, but subdue. That is an order," you commanded.

You and Ciel watched your demon butlers leap at each other in the air, beginning to battle it out the way they do. Meanwhile, Ciel started after you even if you were twice his size, but before he could get close, you slipped the bottom of your walking stick off to reveal a sharp sword.

"Don't!"

Ciel stopped his pursuit and you took the opportunity to spring away, signaling to your carriage driver to meet you at the location as you sprinted off into the night. Ciel could only watch as you, with skills he hadn't known any woman to possess, jumped and skidded over objects like child's play.

"Why did you tell me to stop!?" Ciel shouted at Sebastian, pivoting back to the fight.

"The sword is a demon blade, and while being able to kill demons, is still extremely lethal to humans. One poke with that to your small body and you're dead," Claude answered first.

"Why do you let her have it if it can kill our kind?" Sebastian inquired as they threw punches at each other.

"To protect herself against scum like yourself."

Meanwhile, you were racing toward the orphanage because Damien's life depended on everything that was going to transpire. You weren't sure if this transplant would even save his life since his spleen had done severe internal damage as well. But still, you'd be damned if you were just going to let him die.

You arrived at the orphanage and barreled inside, the kids already waiting for you to show up. The carriage was there before you and your tools were set up inside because by now, showing the events were routine. You put on what scrubs you acquired and went to the back room where Damien was resting as Mr. Lockwood prepped him.

"Ready?" you asked the older man who was checking the vitals and would shadow as your assistant.

"As can be expected," he answered monotonously.

You got right to work and grabbed your tools from the side table to begin cutting into the young boy's skin. It was repulsive to others, but you didn't mind any of it; it was either get some confidence or let an innocent child die. You used the equipment not yet accessible to the hospitals you supplied them to because you believed them to be used for only the most important of procedures such as this.

You continued to concentrate every ounce of focus into first taking out the infected spleen once you found it in Damien's lacerated body, but you were so focused that you didn't hear the door behind you open.

"That's revolting."

You clenched your teeth at the words but didn't stray your eyes from the surgery. "Leave, Ciel. You can take me to jail after this, but I must finish."

"I'm not going to take you to jail," he replied casually.

You peered over your shoulder for the briefest of seconds. "What do you mean?" you asked.

"We'll talk after you're finished." He left the room. Just like that, he was gone and back in the lobby.

You shook off the short conversation and went back to the operation. You didn't know what Ciel was getting at. He was letting you go? Or was it a trick? Frankly, you didn't know and didn't care. All that mattered was completing your work here and helping Damien even if only for a little while. That was what you cared about most and going to prison or death would be fine with you.