[Black Butler] REVERSI

That touch of inquiry swept across this ordinary and featureless face, and nostalgia permeated through doubts, but he also rejected it.Contradictions and doubts, the repeated ripples finally returned to calm.

The earl looked down, as if he was about to leave the stage in the next second, and it would be very rude to abandon his partner in this kind of dance music, and the young man was sure that the earl could not be unaware of this.

The young man was thinking of a reason to recover from the situation where he was about to lose his composure, when he turned his head and saw a little yellow duck in his hand, pointing at the duck's neck.

The potential tacit understanding made the boy quickly understand what the man meant.

Boys will experience voice change during puberty, and their voice will gradually change from soft and waxy when they were children to clear. The world is so big that many people's voices will become very similar.

Confirming the meaning that the man wanted to convey, the boy quickly calmed down and chuckled a few times.Putting down his deceiving hand, he faced the earl calmly.

"I made you laugh. It may be because of the voice change period. My voice is a little bad. Please don't mind the earl." With a coquettish smile, the young man tried to defend himself, forcing himself to enter the voice change period early.

Hearing this, the count glanced at him, the self-evident disdain made the young man grit his teeth, and secretly remembered it.

On both sides are gentlemen and ladies immersed in dance music. They didn't pay much attention to this place. Maybe they would only think it was a noise between children, which was not elegant.

At the end of the song, the young man lifted up the non-existent skirt, thanked the earl, and turned back to the original place led by the earl.

The deacon in black was still waiting on the spot respectfully, and the man was still holding the yellow duck awkwardly. When the boy looked over, he made a gesture of pinching the yellow duck with both hands in the air, which was full of irony.

The young man cut his eyes on the man, and went upstairs willfully, leaving a group of people to the man to deal with the aftermath.

In the middle of the night, the guests dispersed, and the man served the boy to bed.Exceeding the biological clock, the exhaustion of the teenager can be seen at a glance, and the eyelids that are fighting up and down seem to be able to fall asleep after touching the pillow.

The man pushed the lid of the coffin and was about to close it when the young man stretched out his hand coldly to stop his movement.

"...Master?"

"I said, don't cover me."

The boy's drowsy voice sounded very lazy. The man was intoxicated by that voice, but he lost his support due to the force of the pull.

Following the inertia, he fell into the black-painted coffin, turned his head in time at the moment of impact, and fell into the fabric.The man adjusted his comfortable posture, propped himself up, and faced the boy.

Those eyes that were praised as 'beautiful' by the Viscount, were wet, and the color of the iris precipitation tended to be black in the dim room, but it was a bright blue in the daytime.

"You did it on purpose during the day..." The drowsiness made the boy's thoughts even more sluggish. He let go of the man's collar and leaned towards his chest.

Touching it bit by bit, I felt a strange sense of touch, and didn't stop until I found that place.The young man twisted his fingers slightly, and took out the little yellow duck.

The ordinary rubber material has no other characteristics except bright colors.He did what the man wanted to do during the day but pretended not to complete it, pinched both sides, and pressed down heavily.

The air was squeezed and deformed, and the yellow duck's hollow body echoed the cry. The boy continued to work while listening.

"Hehe, the young master is really childlike?" The man smiled happily, tilting his head to appreciate the boyish behavior.

"on purpose……"

"……Um?"

"You did it on purpose, saying that I look like a duck." Poking the yellow duck's head, the boy brought it close to him, imitating the little duck, and made a foolish look.

The man was stunned for a few seconds by his cute and complaining behavior, and he looked at the young man with a displeased and depressed expression, and rubbed the young man's head with his free hand.

"Well, the young master is as cute as a duckling." The cold, thick hair wrapped around his fingers, unwilling to be restrained, they slipped out through the gaps.The man is greedy for that kind of feel, combing again and again.

The more he touched, the more addicted he became, but the teenager became more and more uncomfortable.Dodging the man's hand, he hurriedly snatched back his hair.

"Damn it, you can't even touch it." Frowning, the man complained to the boy, who gave him a kick with his knee bent.

"Get up, your bed is over there!" Pointing to the black coffin at the other end of the room, the boy pushed the man out of his territory.

After that incident happened, the teenager felt very insecure. He ordered the man to sleep with him in a corner of the room until he fell asleep peacefully.For convenience, the man placed an extra black coffin at the other end of the room.

Demons do not need lengthy sleep to maintain the normal operation of the body like humans. Their nights are long and boring. In order to prevent their weak prey from being destroyed by humans, they must stay awake at all times.

The black coffin was just a tool he prepared to relieve his fatigue, there was nothing else besides that.

Getting up and leaving the boy's territory, the man blew out the candles and walked to his own coffin.In the darkened room, his eyes gradually adapted, and the young man felt the presence of the man, and fell asleep with his pillow in peace.

Soon, the boy's breathing became steady and soothing. The man sat up from the coffin and left the room without a sound.

"Sorry, master, I can't watch your sleeping face until dawn tonight. There are two mice that have to be dealt with." The man stretched his body, loosened the buttons on his neckline, and changed back to a handsome but rich man in a second. aggressive look.

Outside the gate, the 'guests' are waiting.The man didn't feel nervous when he faced the two Gods of Death who were paralyzed with a smile and one side.

"Visiting late at night, I don't know what the two gods of death are doing?" The man pointed out the identity of the visitor with a brisk tone.

"Charles Phantomhine, born on December 1875, 12, died on December 14, 1885, at the place..." Flipping through the handbook, Death read one by one according to the records.

Their job is to find the person who is about to die, and use the props in their hands to recall the memory of the deceased at the moment of death, and judge whether the person has made great contributions or value to human existence, and what he read at this time is It is the presumptive deceased who was unsuccessfully recovered due to the intervention of a third party.

"Well, this name sounds familiar..." Thinking, the man searched the memory in his mind, and the appearance of fully matching is a proper sign of a good citizen.

"By the way, isn't that the name of Earl Phantomhine?" Among the guests who visited his shabby house during the day, there happened to be a nobleman surnamed Phantomhine.

"Don't play dumb, devil! The real Charles Phantomhive is in this house." Seeing the man trying to catch a fool, the orange-haired god of death couldn't bear it anymore, and stepped on his own god of death sickle.The overtime work in the past few days has made him extremely irritable, and it is already unbearable.

He drove the weapon that looked like a lawnmower towards the man, heading straight for the gate.

"This can't be done, the young master just fell asleep, it will wake him up." The man sideways passed the scythe of death, and the man restrained the lawnmower with one hand, shifted the direction and stopped it.

"Senior, he finally admitted it!" Ignoring that he was counterattacked and was in a disadvantaged situation, the orange-haired death turned around and called to the senior who was holding garden shears and watching.

The black-haired Grim Reaper pushed his glasses, reflected the light, and acquiesced.Excited, the orange-haired God of Death brute-forced the man away, picked up the lawnmower and threw it at him.

The shock of the landing cut the surface of the ground, and the weed mower sank deeply into the soil.The orange-haired Reaper tried his best to pull it out, but the man took the opportunity to kick it flying, and the kick fell to the side.Once again, a hole was smashed into the ground, and a mark was deeply imprinted on the face of the orange-haired Death God.

"Well, this saves the effort of plowing the land." The man thought of the white roses he saw when he visited the earl's house, and he also had the idea of ​​planting an acre of flowers. Now, it's all right, someone will help plow the land , he can save a lot of time to pick seeds.

"Damn it, it left marks on the handsome guy's face..." Rubbing his face in pain from the fall, the orange-haired Reaper got up from the ground cursing, thinking that if he lost his face, the girl who loved him would be sad and cry. , the more indignant.

"Senior, please help me to see, is the skin on my face okay?" Without looking at his weapon, the orange-haired Grim Reaper ran to his senior, holding his face and asking him to see if he was disfigured. But what greeted him was the response of the black-haired god of death stretching the gardening shears and picking him up.

High in the sky, the orange-haired Grim Reaper felt the wind pressure, muttering and spitting.

"Ah, it would be great if Senior Sutcliffe was here..."

The one-on-two situation has just been changed to one-on-one here, and while the man is not letting up because of this, he is about to step forward and try the black-haired Reaper's skills.

However, just as he was gearing up, a pot poured down his face.

Unprepared accidents are often 100% hits.The man took off the footbath that was covering his head quickly, very quickly, and a sense of powerlessness rose from the bottom of his heart.

In order to take better care of the boy, there should be nothing missing in this house. In order to improve the boy's sleep quality, Wei warmed his cold feet and promoted blood circulation. The man specially bought a few for soaking. Basin for feet.As a person who personally buys, a man is deeply impressed and never forgets his own things.

As far as the one he took off his head, it was the best shop in the market, handmade with the best materials.

No need to think about it, the man clearly understood who the person who threw this downstairs was.

The heart that wanted to test changed its track following the boy's actions, and the man, with wet hair on his head, decided to see off the guest.But the god of death can't be dismissed casually, the man finally hangs up some color, so that the god of death doesn't get cheap.