Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Ashe

        “Hurry up now, you're going to be our next player." With a wave of his hand, Grell called you to the middle of the great room so you could take your turn. Smiling wide, he held out his bright red purse for you so that you could pick your item. "Good luck." He winked as you placed your hand inside.

“Thank you.” You felt around for a moment until something very soft brushed against your fingers. Choosing that item, you lifted it from the purse, revealing it to be a pure, white feather. "This is really pretty, but I have no idea who it belongs to."

"That belongs to me. But you may keep it if you would like. I have no need for it anymore." Ashe moved from the corner of the room and walked over to you. He seemed uninterested in you and the idea of the game. You also noticed that Sebastian was glaring at him. "What's the matter, Sebastian, afraid I'll hurt your friend?" He grinned and took your hand. "I suppose you'll just have to trust me." Ashe led you to the closet and found you a place to sit.

"Ashe, do be nice to her." Grell seemed worried. "She's never done anything wrong to you, you know." With that, Grell slowly shut the door and started your time. The closet was now totally black, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

"I take it that you're friends with Sebastian?" Ashe's voice was cold, uncaring and almost robotic as he spoke. The turn had just started and you could already tell that it was going to be less than heavenly. "That filthy, vile beast."

"Well, I know him pretty well. So yes, I suppose you could say that we're friends. Why, would that be a problem?" A soon as you answered you could feel hot breath on the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"How close, would you say you two are? Just acquaintances, or is there, something more? Don't try to hide anything from me either. I'll know if you're lying to me." Taking you by surprise, Ashe grasped your arms from behind, holding you tightly in position. Sensing your shock, he began to cackle wickedly.

"We're friends, just friends. Now let go of me." You weakly tried to wiggle away from him, but he was far too strong for your attempt to do anything.

"Stop fighting me or I'll tighten my grip." He was half barking at you. "I'm just trying to find out how filthy you are." The way he spoke confused you. You had no idea what he was talking about, but being called filthy was more than a little insulting. "I don't think you're a threat to me." Ashe snorted. "I don't even think I could use you against Sebastian. Pathetic." He sighed. "I suppose, I should have known all along." His grip loosened slightly. "Perhaps I should have played this foolish game instead of threatening you. Too late now I suppose." Pulling you back, he leaned over your shoulder and kissed you cheek. A second later, he let you go.

The moment he released you, you immediately scrambled away from him. Even though nothing terribly frightening had happened, you weren't about to take any chances. His odd behavior was more than enough to put you on high alert. "You're a psycho. First you try to kill me, then you kiss me? That's no way to charm me buddy." You realized soon after you'd spoken just how loud you'd said it.

A few seconds later, Sebastian opened the door with a smile. "Miss, could you please give me a moment alone with Ashe? I need to sort some things out with him." You nodded and quickly left the closet. Sebastian gave you a warm smile and shut the closet door. Instantly, some of the strangest, most terrifying sounds you'd ever heard were coming from the closet.

"What in the world is going on in there?" Curious, but also a but scared, you backed away from the door, backing straight into Grell as you did so.

"Oh nothing that you need to worry about I assure you. My dear Bassy just has to keep a tight leash on certain people." Grell smiled wide. "Unfortunately I'm not one of those people. Now don't you worry about them, we should find another closet to use. That one's going to be absolutely filthy when Sebastian's done with him."