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Sebastian Michaelis Diary

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Sebastian Michaelis Diary

Warning: Do not read this is you expect something serious. This is more a parody of the actual character.

February 16th



Contrary to most people would think, I have plenty of time for myself, even with such a work like mine, which implies to please a master as meticulous as my own.
So for my private amusement I decided to start a Diary. Perhaps it would work like kind of a therapy to me, humans sometimes are such -painful for my nerves- creatures.
My hair had grown rather long, should I keep it this way? This morning I asked that question to Meirin but she was looking through me paying any attention at all. How unmannerly.
Today I was cleaning the study when I listened a horrible disturbing sound from the kitchen. During my master´s evening nap! I ran that way very concerned about the noise, I knew it was an explosion and I found the responsible was there: No other than that stupid useless cook who calls himself a chef. He over burned the first class meat again, turning it into hard charcoal, and also ruined the salad with boiled water! Suddenly, another noise, this time from the hallways. I told that useless blond to clean all up before I leave to see what was new. Again that clumsy excuse of a maid found the way to destroy all the china porcelain. With this time, is the five in a week...I should go shopping soon, to buy a new set again. They are getting into my nerves...
At the moment, I looked at my pocket watch, it was time for my master´s afternoon tea. I cleaned all the mess these two made before kicking them out and made the preparations. When I left to my master´s chambers with a chocolate cake and English breakfast tea, I found them sitting on the carpet, hugging each other, crying like children and I left a sight escape my lips. Honestly...
As always my master was sitting behind his desk, looking not pleased and serious. I smiled and left the cup of tea in front of him, presented the chocolate cake to him, his favorite dessert. He just stared at his papers and nodded. I bowed and left. It seemed to me or did he avoid eye contact on purpose?  I Have no idea what is wrong with him, lately he is more bitter than usual.
A moment later I went to the laundry room, I had to wash and clean perfectly all his little outfits. I also ironed the already dry ones. I make them look brand new, that sight made me happy. When I was smiling congratulating myself on how good I was on it, I listened to the sound of the door opening behind me and then closing again. It was the young master. He had a mad look at his eyes (he had removed his eye patch, so both of his eyes were staring directly at me) I backed to the wall, scared, and ashamed, because I was informally dressed (without my tailcoat) and to me it was not proper for a butler´s aesthetics to let my master see me in that conditions. "I´m sorry my lord" I mumbled. He replied nothing, but walked directly to were I was. With my ass pressed at the wall, I could not back more. He stared with something like rage in his eyes I have no idea why...And how someone that short can be that scary..."I´m not happy Sebastian" he whispered near my face but down because of the high difference between us. I expected a slap across the face, when I replied "There was something wrong with your afternoon tea my lord?" But he didn't hit me, he grabbed my tie to make my head down his high and then he ravaged my mouth with his...I was so shocked I did nothing I just...I stood there paralyzed. But after a second or two, (an eternity for a demon) I split from him and cried "My lord are you out of your mind? You are a bloody child for God´s sake, what the hell you think you´re doing? And he backed, shocked at my words, there was blood on his lips, because he was too rude that he actually hurt me. I cleaned my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt, feeling very bad about it and very, very dirty. This was shocking, this was...sexual harassment  for God´s sake...I will never be the same butler after this! I need some help seriously...Sorry but...I am crying now...So..I think I´ll cuddle my pillow and go to sleep.. to see if I feel better.








February 17th


Well I hoped the incident of yesterday wont happen again, I was afraid when it was nighttime and I was undressing and redressing him with his little night gown, but gladly nothing happened. I just let him in bed as always and said "Good night my lord" and took my candelabra and left the place. Oh I felt so relieved! He had a sad expression which means perhaps he is sorry...I hope he does, so I can try to forget how abused I felt that evening at the laundry room.
I decided to left the manor this night for some fun, perhaps a couple of cold drinks. I also remembered that I had to shop new china porcelain since that clumsy dumb maid broke all the last one. I was near the Thames river when I listened to a familiar sound...Oh I remember quite well because it caused me pain and nightmares for weeks...It was Grell Sutcliff death scythe. How I can forget that noisy sound. I approached to the sound very carefully, the last thing I wanted is to be noticed by him. I knew he was murdering someone, if I could help...But it was too late. When I reached the place I saw a head, arms flying across the bridge and falling into the dark waters. But surprisingly, the one holding Grell´s weapon  wasn't him but that other reaper, that one who seemed so correct and composed when my master and I met him. I still have his personal card on my pocket, William T Spears. Was he out of his mind? All the mess he was doing, that maniac...Why was he using another scythe and not his own? How mysterious. But again, Grell was insane, perhaps all of them are the same and last time he was just holding a facade in front me.
I almost felt sorry for Grell for having such a boss...Honestly.
I spent the rest of the evening making the glasses and the new pottery shine and petting a few cute kitties I found all over the garden. Oh I wish so bad I could sneak one of them inside of my bedroom...
Week one of his Diary. Poor Sebby I don´t want his job! :D
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Hey, umm, I just finished reading Grell's Diary, and, umm, I asked them if I could write Sebastian's diary, and, umm, they asked me to ask you, so, umm, could I??