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The Jerk Complex	By : CorCordis Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 2567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Two: Go Your Own Way
“Wait, so he actually said that??”
Maia winced, the pitch of Hannah’s voice jangling inside her head, as she scrubbed the coffee stains from one of the mugs, while simultaneously keeping an ear out for the ringing of the little bell in front. Who was a master multitasker? That’s right, she was.
“Yeah, mysterious guy voice and all.” She answered scratching at her nose with a soapy hand.
“And you kicked him out. You kicked him out.”
Oh, boy. Maia knew that tone; Hannah was about to launch into a lecture that could last for several decades if she didn’t head her off quickly.
“Well what was I supposed to do? I swear, the dude looked like he was ready to eat me.”
“Well you’re supposed to let him do just that! Eat you, kiss you, whatever! Seriously, Maia, how are you ever going to get laid with that attitude?”
Maia blushed furiously; glad her friend couldn’t see her at that moment. Maia had never considered herself a prude, but Hannah took great joy in nagging her about her sex life. She had tried explaining to her friend that she wasn’t about to jump into bed with just anyone; she had standards, dammit.
Tall, dark, handsome and British are definitely going on that list.
“Now, I know what you’re thinking – that just because he was rude when you first met he’s completely off the radar-“ Correct. “Or even, God forbid, that he’s out of your league,” Maybe. “But I’m telling you, girl, good looking men don’t just drop out of the sky, let alone tell you-“ Maia heard Hannah clear her throat, and in the most ridiculous imitation of a man’s voice, said “And for the record, I was definitely flirting with you.”
Maia couldn’t help it – she laughed, and though she was nowhere near figuring out her feelings on the matter, Hannah had at least cheered her up.
It was then that the bell above the door jingled, and she quickly said goodbye to her friend, after promising that she’d call back that afternoon with an update.
Hitting the “end call” button, she slipped the phone into her back pocket, and drying her hands on the thighs of her jeans, she made her way to the shop floor, still smiling and laughing quietly to herself. That is, until she saw who had come calling.
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Sebastian just refrained from raising a brow in question as he saw the abrupt change in the small woman’s demeanor; when he had entered the shop, he could feel her pleasure as she spoke on the phone, and he could scent her enjoyment on the air. But now, when she had simply laid eyes on him, all that joy receded to a mere pinprick of its former self. He watched, still unused to seeing a Soul so animate, as her aura shifted and quickly receded until it was merely a hazy field, moving over her skin. The color nearly vanished, only the slightest of swirls of pinks and greens, flaring with each step she took.
Though she smiled at him, he could tell it was forced; her jaw was clenched, her shoulders tight.
“Good morning.”
He bowed his head, ever so slightly, giving her his most alluring smile, “Good morning. You are looking well today.”
The colors around her sparkled for a moment then went back to their subdued hues. He took that as a good sign as he settled on the middle counter stool. Resting his elbows atop the surface, he took her measure slowly, obviously, letting her watch as his eyes drifted from her ankles up to her face.
He had to admit, women could be quite a treat in this century. Though there was a certain charm to all the frills and laces and corsets, he had always found the concept of hiding one’s legs to be tiresome. It wasn’t as though he was never aware a woman had legs, shapely or thin, rounded or short. What was the point in hiding them?
This woman, though not dressed as risqué as some he had seen, certainly did not hide her assets. Her curves were prominent, her hips sweetly rounded, her breasts pert and generous beneath her small t-shirt. He spied, just peeking above the waist of her jeans, the curving tail of some tattoo, placed along her hip bone. He suspected it had been done on a whim, and he wondered if she knew how enticing it was to the eye, how curious it could make a mind.
Slim shoulders, though tense, led to a graceful neck, and even if she were no great beauty Shakespeare would have composed sonnets for, she definitely wasn’t difficult to look at. Large eyes, the color of honey and chocolate, her face framed by a wild mess of chestnut curls. She kept her main tamed that morning by piling a majority atop her head, loose strands falling around her neck and shoulders.
He counted himself lucky that she was at least attractive. He’d seduced a number in his lifetime, and not all of them were head-turners.
By the time he reached her eyes with his perusal, he could feel the indignation rolling off of her in waves. He found he couldn’t feel the least bit sorry for it, especially considering she seemed to lack the ability to keep her own eyes off of him. It was a great hypocrisy in modern times; one that never failed to amuse him.
“Can I get you something?” she asked, annoyance evident in her voice.
In answer, Sebastian did another quick once-over, gratified to see the blush rising to her cheeks.
“Do you want the honest answer, or the one that would make you the most comfortable?”
“Honestly is my policy, ‘Bastian. Out with it.”
He steepled his fingers, smiling behind them and he kept his eyes locked on hers. He could scent her blood rushing through her veins, her pulse ratcheting and he knew he was having the desired effect on her.
Women truly were so easy to manipulate.
“I would be quite pleased if you would agree to accompany me out this evening, though I suppose I could settle for your phone number, should you prove resistant.”
He watched, simply delighted, as the color on her cheeks rose, as did the kaleidoscope of her aura, swirling around her like a tempest. He could feel her emotions roiling; embarrassment, indignation, a giddy excitement, indecision. She wanted so much to be pleased with his request, but her pride warred with that childlike glee, beating it down only to watch it rise back up again. He had to try very hard not to follow the battle with his eyes.
“Of course, should either of those options be disagreeable to you, I would be more than happy with a cup of hot chocolate. And it’s Sebastian; please.”
Maia exhaled, turning back into the kitchen to hunt down her supplies. She supposed she only had herself to blame; she had left herself open for the humiliation, had straight out invited it, even. Who was she to complain when the handsome jerk ran with it?
Still, she would have liked to believe his invitation was genuine…
No, no, no! Too busy! Shop! Livelihood! No time for sexy fun times!
Maia shook herself mentally and quickly gathered the soft chocolate pieces she used to make the hot chocolate he had requested. She returned to the front of the shop to start heating it on the small burner she kept for just such occasions, when she was struck still once again.
Sebastian was still there, but his attention was no longer focused on her. It was focused on the two slut bunnies that had just entered the shop.
Bad, Maia! Don’t judge a book by its cover!
As she turned the heat on on her little portable burner, she kept one ear tuned in to the conversation at her counter.
“Wow. I love your accent! Are you from another country?” Bunny number 1 said, trying to vain to make her 18 year old voice sound deep and smoky. Sebastian chuckled in response, his own voice reaching that timbre that seemed to ooze sex and sin. It was terribly distracting, and Maia half expected to turn around to watch the two college girls fanning themselves.
“Indeed I am. I’m from London.”
“Oooh, London! I’ve always wanted to go there!” Bunny number two piped in, obviously irritated that her friend was attempting to command Sebastian’s attention. Maia dropped the chocolate into her little dual-pot contraption, melting it with sweetened milk as she watched them. She smirked as she observed the silent power struggle between the two girls, amused and slightly embarrassed for them. There was a time when she was that age, after all, and had practically thrown herself at gorgeous men. At least, for a while she did.
Bunny one flipped her hair over her shoulder, letting the honey-gold locks spill across her right breast, gently combing her fingers through it, “Are you in town for long? Are you going to the college too?”
Huh. Good question. Maia hadn’t even thought to ask why Sebastian and his young Lord-child were in town. Might be a good idea to find out.
To her surprise, Sebastian slid his eyes her way, quickly gauging her before answering the young girl.
“No, I’m not here to attend University. I’m here at the behest of the young Lord Ciel Phantomhive.”
Even though this was the second time she had heard this, Maia still found it a little difficult to believe. She knew that there was still aristocracy over in the UK, but the idea that one still commanded such loyalty from servants? It was completely bizarre in her mind. The younger women were lapping it up though, and Maia found herself alternately seething, and terribly amused as one dared to make physical contact with Sebastian.
It was just a simple touch, her hand playfully grazing over the expensive fabric of his coat over his arm, but Maia could sense the discomfort in him, could see it in the way his body seemed to stiffen. If she hadn’t been watching (hoping) for a reaction like that, she probably would have missed it.
The girls, of course, didn’t notice a thing, and Sebastian kept on with that charming smile and smooth way of speaking that had Maia’s hackles up and her imagination running to dark, sexy places.
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Idiots.
Sebastian had thousands of years of experience with women like these. The kind who craved and devoured what they could in their paths. Most of humanity was like them, whether they chose to acknowledge it or not. Humans were base creatures, ruled by their desires and their vices. For these two in particular, he could smell their arousal plainly, as well as their jealousy of each other when he would switch his attention between the two. He was fond of this time in the sense that people were less likely to repress their cravings and speak their desires plainly. For others it was more subtle and far less brash, but their intent still clear. It was rare to find a person unwilling to give in to their sins, and these girls were no exception at all.
The way their eyes brazenly traveled up and down his body, taking stock of his expensive clothes and his good looks, the way their minds calculated their chances of bedding him for the night; all these things pointed to hunters on the prowl, and though he was loathe to appreciate them, he at least gave them a modicum of his respect, as a fellow hunter himself. It was a shame he had no real interest in human beauties like these. He had spent a long time seducing and devouring his victims, both sexually and otherwise, and he found that women like them pretty much fell into the same behavioral patterns.
They would bite. They would scratch. They would whine and mewl and speak filth in his ear as he thrust into their willing bodies, or shoved them against the furniture or walls, inviting him to take them as hard as he desired, all with the intention of trapping him into thinking only they could give him what he really wanted; only they had the power to satisfy him. It was all a lie, of course, as there was no one on this plane of existence that could wholly satisfy all his cravings and these girls had no true idea of what that could possibly mean.
His eyes slid over to Maia, equally amused as she appeared to be with his predicament. She was enjoying the way they pawed all over him, how he tried to fend off their advances with polite words rather than physically removing their hands from him. He wanted to, very much, and would find a small bit of satisfaction if he managed to shove one through the pane glass window, but he seriously doubted the little shop owner would appreciate the violence.
After all, the whole point to this little visit was to endear himself to her so he could discover her secrets for his master.
Now Maia Hamilton, though equally as pathetic as the rest of the human populace, would be much easier to seduce, with far less of an effort to maintain on his part. She was obviously craving romance and love, something he had no problem fabricating. A kind word here, a sweet touch there, and she would become pliable, manageable. She would not demand extravagant gifts, would probably even refuse them should he try out of some misguided sense of pride. All that would be required from him was something as small as a random kindness to her and she would be his. And though sex was not something he inherently craved, he found he did not dislike the idea of bedding Miss Hamilton. She was not entirely gorgeous, this was true, but imagining his bare hands gripping her hips in an effort to guide her rocking body certainly wasn’t a terrible thing.
And as she turned around, he saw his chance.
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Maia was not a cruel person, even if watching cool, collected Sebastian being mauled by the sex kittens was the funniest thing she’d seen in a while. She was tempted to let him continue to suffer, a sweet revenge from the embarrassment he had caused her the evening prior, but she found, irritatingly, that watching the girls practically hump him was starting to annoy her as well. It was a feeling she wasn’t too keen on examining at the moment, so she removed the now melted milk and chocolate from the heat and poured it into a paper to-go cup. Quickly adding a dollop of whipped cream and powdered cinnamon, she capped it and slid it across the counter.
“Here you, ‘Bastian. That’ll be three dollars.”
Sebastian side-eyed her, and gently extracting his arm from beneath the hand of Bunny one, removed his wallet from his inside coat pocket. He fished a fiver from it, placing it on the counter with a smile.
“It was a pleasure, as always, my dear Miss Hamilton. And again, it’s Sebastian.”
Resisting the urge to stick her tongue out at him for the way her named seemed to sizzle on his lips, Maia quickly made change for him. He took up his take-away cup, and nodding politely to the two girls, made his way out the door and onto the street. The college girls watched his progress as he passed the large windows until he was completely out of sight.
Not at all surprising, the girls left the shop without bothering to order anything. Honestly, Maia was surprised no others had come inside, just to get a better look at the handsome stranger.
Doesn’t matter, Maia thought, as she gathered the pot she had made the hot chocolate with and put it into the soapy water she had been using before Sebastian had come calling. She continued to scrub her pots and pans and cups, humming a little tune under her breath as she went, letting her mind wander to the interaction she had just had with him, wondering if it was worth texting or calling Hannah to fill her in.
“I would be quite pleased if you would agree to accompany me out this evening.”
Yeah, I bet you would, Maia snorted, draining the sink and going to check on her apricot/walnut cookies.
Still, her imagination was a traitorous harlot, and it soon had her imagining what they could possibly do together if she had taken the bait and agreed to go on a date with him.
Movies? Maybe. It would be the most practical option; maybe he’d even bring her out to dinner to discuss the film after.
Maia frowned; no, that idea was far too simplistic and didn’t seem like Sebastian’s style. He wasn’t one to really flash his wealth around, expensive clothes notwithstanding, but a simple dinner/movie date seemed almost childish when adding him into the mix.
So what could they possibly do that wouldn’t be boring for him?
Immediately, her brain went to warm, misty places, filled with pleasure and promises. She remembered the way her name sounded as he spoke it, smoky and dark, dripping with innuendo, and his eyes suggesting all the wonderful things that mouth could do to her. Maybe she had imagined it, maybe not, but either way, the man made her think of bad, sinful, toe-curling things.
She tilted her eyes up to the ceiling, envisioning her tiny little apartment, and that great big, iron framed bed up there, so lonely and empty. It was hard not to imagine him twisted up in the sheets, his hair sleep tousled and his limbs spread in that lazy, boneless way one can only achieve after immediately waking up. He would look damn good there, yes sir.
She sighed, pulling her phone out of her pocket to call Hannah back, deciding that an update with her best friend was indeed in order. She wasn’t exactly conflicted about things, she could easily admit she wanted to jump Sebastian’s bones, but she needed a little pick-me-up in the confidence area. Mostly she needed the strength to keep herself from acting like a moron around him, like those two college girls did. She was in her twenties, for goodness sake – she should be long past the twittering and mooning over every little compliment, and only Hannah could set her straight.
Maia frowned as the screen to her phone lit up, the prompt that she had text messages waiting from an unknown number glaring at her. She put in her security unlock code, and opened up the message archive, her frown deepening, then her jaw dropped.
I get the feeling you don’t like me much, Miss Hamilton.
“What the crap?” she whispered, having to lean against her cutting block as she stared at the words on the screen, so inconspicuous yet so very, very damning.
How the hell did he get my number??
Furiously, she pulled up the keyboard, her thumbs flying as she replied with an almost exact mirror of her thought: How the hell did you get my number you creep??
She hit send before she had a moment to feel guilty for calling him that, but really, what else could she call him?
The reply text came back within minutes, and she had to wonder if he had been watching his own phone, waiting for it like a teenage girl.
Your charming friend, Hannah, gave it to me.
Maia furrowed her brow, and pulled up the archive again, just as a text came in from her friend. She opened it, her jaw going slack again.
“How could you!?” she demanded of the phone, as the big, bold worlds “I’M SORRY!” showed up, black on blue.
Maia allowed herself a small rant as she paced back and forth across her kitchen, alternately shaking her phone in her fist, and resisting the urge to drop it into the trash. Hannah, her rock, her support, her one true friend had sold her out to the enemy, and didn’t even give a good excuse why. Still furious, she pulled up Sebastian’s message again, her thumbs moving furiously across the keys.
How did you get HER number???
As she awaited his reply, she opened Hannah’s message and sent a reply as well.
You are in so much trouble, woman. You have no idea how much.
The phone chimed just as she hit send, and Maia quickly went back to Sebastian.
Forgive my rudeness, but your phone was visible in your pocket, and I saw her number come up on your alerts. It really was a lucky coincidence, as other… assets had my attention.
Assets? But my phone was in my back…
Maia felt her face heat up as she remembered – she kept her phone in her back pocket.
Oh god!
Her hands immediately flew to cover the curves of her behind, her cheeks flaming in embarrassment.
Sebastian was looking at my ass. Oh my God, he was looking at my ass!
For the first time since she opened the shop, Maia seriously considered closing early, posting a sign in the window that she had died from mortification.
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Sebastian smirked after a few minutes of silence from his phone, his imagination envisioning what Maia had done with this new information. He had been tempted to remain nearby, so he could feel the swells of her emotions roll over him like a storm, but he unfortunately had to meet his Master elsewhere in town in a few minutes.
He sipped his hot chocolate thoughtfully as he scrolled through his messages with Hannah, admiring the woman’s resilience to him, as well as her complete devotion to Maia Hamilton. He smirked as he re-read her rather animated message about all the violent, horrible things she would do to him should he “fuck around” with her friend’s head. The little human companion had no hope of delivering on those threats, of course, but it was amusing nonetheless. And besides, he would be “fucking around” with whatever he wanted concerning Maia.
He had his orders, after all.
His phone vibrated in his hand then, his messages to Hannah immediately scrolling down to the most recent, and he was not at all surprised to see her ranting at him again.
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW PISSED SHE IS AT ME RIGHT NOW.
Sebastian took another sip of his hot chocolate, his thumb swiping across the letters in response.
I have a general idea, yes.
“Sebastian. You took long enough.”
He looked up from his phone at his Master, just as the younger Demon stood from the park bench he had been waiting at. Parks had been one of his favorite hunting grounds in recent years, as they now seemed to carry a stigma of danger. The humans all seemed to avoid parks in the evening, as though they were waiting for some great evil to sweep down and steal them away.
Oh, how right they could be.
“My apologies, My Lord. The Hamilton girl is proving somewhat resistant.”
The young Lord smirked at his servant, tucking his hands in his coat pockets as the two of them continued down the path, “I take it that means you have gained no ground on her?”
Sebastian thought back to the visual display her Soul had offered back in the coffee shop, how the colors had swirled and seemed to reach out to him, the mixed flavor of her irritation and yearning still lingered on his palate.
“I wouldn’t say that. She is woefully simplistic. Seducing her secrets should prove no trouble.”
Ciel stared at him, his obvious disbelief reflecting on his features. Sebastian sighed, and handed the boy his phone so he could read the brief messages between Maia and himself.
Ciel scrolled through them, his brow raising as he handed the phone back.
“It doesn’t seem like she’s interested in you at all. I thought you were good at this sort of thing?”
Sebastian felt himself frowning, growing annoyed with his young Master’s questioning of his abilities; but he knew the young Demon was only testing him, he knew how capable Sebastian was, had seen it firsthand himself hundreds of times.
Regardless, the topic was irksome, so he decided to change the flow of the conversation.
“Did you find anyone suitable?”
Ciel turned away, his expression turning dark and angry, “No. Nothing yet.”
“Our time is running out, My Lord.”
“You think I don’t know that?” he ran his hand over his stomach, as though easing a great ache, “But this place… this stupid town. It’s like everyone here is a damned Saint.”
Sebastian wanted to scoff; in all their wandering, they had never come across a place that didn’t have at least one darkened soul in it. Perhaps that stain was small, but it was always present. Ciel must not be trying hard enough. He was about to say so, when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
It was from Maia; his eyebrows shot up as he read the message.
You think just because you’re good looking you can play me. I don’t have time for it, so lose my number, okay?
Stubborn.
Ciel peeked over Sebastian’s arm to read the message, snorting a short laugh, “Still convinced you can have her pliable to you? Perhaps you should try diplomacy?”
Sebastian glared at his young Lord, and then turned back to his phone to answer her.
I don’t play games, Miss Hamilton. Why do you find my interest in you to be so unbelievable?
Unfortunately, Maia ignored him the rest of the day, and he was forced to focus on he and Ciel’s food issue. Together they walked nearly the entirety of the town, going up and down the blocks of first commercial areas, and then gradually spreading into the residential streets. By the time the moon was high above them, Sebastian was frustrated enough that he was nearly ready to accept Ciel’s earlier assessment of the residents there.
It was the strangest thing; not a single person they passed seemed to harbor any negativity in their souls. Though they carried weights upon their minds like all Human’s did, things that dragged them down or brought on depressions or panic or even anger, not a single one of them had ever acted on their painful emotions. Nothing so much as shoplifting stained a single, solitary soul.
For a Demon like himself, this place was a virtual paradise buffet.
Unfortunately, Ciel would never see it that way, and due to his contract with the stubborn brat, he was unable to enter into a contract with anyone without his Master’s permission; a permission that would never be granted. It was like the child wanted them to starve.
In the end, they made their way back to their rented room, Ciel retiring into the bedroom to brood, Sebastian sitting at the window, watching Maia’s building across the street.
The shop had long been closed for the evening, but he could see her apartment light still shined. He glanced at his watch, raising a brow when he saw the hour was already 3 am, and he realized the woman must have been getting ready to head straight back to work. He had noticed that all the confections in her shop were fresh, obviously baked directly on site, and from the amount of people he had observed coming and going through the shop doors, she must get to the shop by 4 each day in order to bake enough to satisfy her customer base. He smiled faintly as he recalled the hours he spent in the Manor’s kitchen himself, baking all sorts of sweets and treats for Ciel when he was still a child. At first he had been annoyed at having to learn such a skill, but by the time he had become adept at it, he found the process quite enjoyable. While he had never had the urge to be creative, there was something oddly satisfying in the accomplishment.
He had just heaved a deep sigh when he heard his phone buzzing on the coffee table, and he managed to restrain himself from lunging for it, knowing exactly who it would be.
Look, I wasn’t kidding when I said I didn’t have time for this. Even if you are actually interested in me, I work 15 hours a day, 6 days a week. I don’t have time to date. I’m sorry. Feel free to come in and chat once in a while, but I really can’t date right now.
Sebastian looked out the window again, smirking as he saw Maia appear from the shadows of the alley, yawning into her hand. He had to hand it to her; she really did work as hard as she could. And even if she was being stubborn and making his Master harass him about the entire situation, he had to admire her tenacity. She made a decision and she stuck to it.
As she opened the door, Sebastian took a moment to admire the tightness of her blue jeans as they clung to her hips, and redoubled his determination to win her over.
She may be stubborn as a rock, but he had the experience of ages, and no one, man or woman, had ever denied him.
All he needed was the right leverage on her, and she’d be begging for him.
Standing from the window, he stretched his arms above his head, deciding that he had waited long enough. He had work to do, and only a few precious hours to get it done if he were to properly woo the young Miss Hamilton.
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