Episode 5 Continued - The Mark of the Eye
Why did Sebastian put me in such a mess? Ugh... well, I might as well have my fun, while I was at it.
"For dinner we have a pork stew topped with steamed rice," Sebastian stated, setting the last plate down in front of me, "made with fresh pork from the butcher and pulled to get a very thin shred feel. The rice is made with fresh grain and has been boiled in water with cumin seed, salt, and pepper. After the meal, dessert is served with a freshly made key lime pie. Which was made with real lime and cream from our localized dairy market. Please, enjoy."
As we all started eating, Sebastian remained at my side, hands behind his back.
"So, Yumi, dear," grandma said, smiling softly, "I have been very patient, waiting for you to explain that wound of yours."
I just set my fork down, sighing. "My sister gave me this."
Grandmama blinked, brows drawing together. "She did, did she?"
"Indeed," I nodded, picking up my fork and taking a bite, "she says it was an accident and that she'd never do it again. And I believe her."
I felt Sebastian start shaking from next to me, and I knew that he was trying not to laugh.
He knew very well that I held grudges, and I was lying through my teeth.
"Why'd she do it?" my cousin, Jamison said as she smiled. "Did you do something to make her angry?"
I just lowered my lashes. "I don't know. She just struck at me, and the next thing I knew, I was bleeding."
Matilda just cracked her teeth, glaring.
"If you don't mind, master," Sebastian said to me, leaning down. "There's something I must do. I shall be back in a few minutes."
Ah, buying time. Just like him.
"Alright, Sebastian. Do what you want."
He then left, leaving through the kitchen doors.
We all started enjoying our dinner quietly, but I noticed my grandmother tapping her fingers against the table impatiently.
She then gazed up, lashes lowering. "Yumi, you're just like your father." She smiled and shook her head as my cousins gazed up in question. "You're intelligent, you know that?"
"Mama?" I said then, brows drawing together.
"Mama, what are you talking about?" my aunt said, brows drawing together.
My grandmother just smiled at me, shaking her head. "Yumi, dear, I know you're faking. You've been doing it for quite some time, I found, and I originally played along, but I know this is all an act."
I set my fork down, drying my mouth with a napkin.
"What are you saying?" Jamison said, scoffing. "What act?"
"This 'good girl' act," mama said, smiling at me. "Acting all shy and timid. If she was really like this, then she wouldn't have accomplished what she has."
Aunt Beth just scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Here mom goes, going on one of her little tangents. She's always been like this, mom."
Matilda slammed her hands on the table. "And she's accomplished nothing, mama! How can you say that? No one knows she even exists! A Phantomhive is supposed to protect the underground and be a hero! And no one has mentioned her name!" She just looked at me. "I bet she doesn't do anything! She just lets the villains roam free while she sits there and sips her morning tea! No one talks about how scary she is! I bet it's because she does nothing to them!"
I remained silent, continuing to dry my mouth.
"Yumi, dear, are you just going to take that?" grandma said, looking at me. "They've been bullying you for a long time and you don't ever respond."
"Bullying?" Matilda said, brows drawing together. "Mama?!"
"Matilda," I said, setting my napkin down as I gazed up at her, my eye now hardened in anger, "mind your manners at the dinner table."
She drew back in shock, and all of them did, as well.
Gramdmama just smiled. "I knew it."
"How can you speak to me like that?!" Matilda said then, glaring. "I am older than you, you brat!"
"But you act like a child," I retorted, glaring. "You are thirty years old, but you're jealous, so you decide it would be better to go a child's way and bully the one you're jealous of. And you wonder why mama didn't pick you."
My uncle's eyes just widened. "Yumi! What's gotten into you?"
"I decided to show you my true self," I answered, glancing over, "that's what."
"Your true self?" Kate said, scoffing. "Don't make me laugh. You've always been a weakling."
"Oh, you poor little souls," grandma said, smiling as we all glanced over at her. "She's been acting this whole time, and you fell for it. Now she has you all wrapped around her finger."
They all gazed at me in question, sweat sliding down their temples.
I just smiled, darkly this time. "To answer your question before, Matilda. About how no one talks about what happens when the glorious Phantomhive catches you, you think it's because I don't do anything? I'm not scary at all?" I chuckled dangerously. "Why do you think King Charles is so loyal to me then? If I did nothing from him, he would drop me as his guard dog, no doubt."
They all sunk back in their seats, now looking a little scared of me.
"You see... the reason why no one talks about what happens when I catch them,
"It's because dead men tell no tales."
All of their eyes widened, and grandma just chuckled.
"Oh, so intelligent this one is. That's why I like her. Now do tell me, Yumi, dear. What exactly happened to that eye of yours?"
I just lowered my lashes, setting my cheek in my hand as I adjusted my fork in place. "My sister did to this once. She was jealous because father chose me to be his heir, and so she slashed me with a knife. The doctors said that this eye would never come back, but they were wrong. They said it would take a miracle, and with that, they were right."
All of their brows drew together.
"How is it possible that it came back?" Kate demanded. "It was slashed through!"
I just sighed and closed my eyes, looking to the right seconds later. "I'm bored of this conversation."
They all just shrank back.
I just smiled and untied my eye patch, pulling off the string as it fell from my eye, and I kept both of them closed.
"How is there no scar?!" Kate demanded. "She slashed the whole eye! Just like I told her to!"
The entire room silenced, and I just smiled.
"Just like I told her to?" I echoed. "I knew you were up to something. You never liked me one bit. I decided to keep your guard down from my antics by acting like a frail little girl. But... now I'm tired, and I think it's time to put you in your place."
All of them shrank back, I could feel it.
I then opened my eyes, exposing the glowing pentagram as they gasped in shock.
"Sebastian," I said then, smile darkening, "teach them."
He suddenly appeared from behind me, making their chairs rattle as they scrambled backward.
He just gazed up, pupils forming into slits. "At once, my lord."
"Ah," grandma said, gazing up as we glanced over at her, "I thought your eyes were the oddest color. You're a demon, aren't you?"
Sebastian glanced over at her and smiled. "Quite observant, Madam Beham."
"What?!" Kate said then, scrambling further back. "Sebastian?! The demon butler in our ancestor Ciel's history?!"
He gazed up, smirking. "Indeed, that's me."
"He's real?!" aunt Beth said, breath shaking. "I thought it was a joke! A family joke story!"
Sebastian just chuckled. "You have an odd depiction of a joke, Madam Beth."
"You signed a contract with him?!" Matilda yelled, gazing over at me. "Are you insane?! You're giving him your soul, you know!"
I smiled up at her. "I know."
"Are you insane?!" she repeated.
"Yes, indeed, I am." I sighed and played with my glass. "Sebastian, you said you would put on a good show for me. I'm bored. Can't you get on with it?"
He just chuckled darkly. "Yes, my lord. Then let the show begin,
"And let the lessons be learned."
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