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Chapter !: Where are You?
The drums banged wildly, and the flutes of thimble sang wild, chaotic song s of the forest deep into the night. The songs and dances of the Yeji Kobu sounded shameless against the nightly spring breeze.
Alois was terrified.
It had been only one warm spring dawn, and deep inside his manor, the sun crept through his window and burned his eyes, tears forming to cool the flames. He sat upright, breathing deep and heart beating wildly.
"Claude!" he called out, but the demonic butler was not at his door.
"Claude . . . . "He called again, but silence was the only one that knocked.
He huffed in disgust and child-like irritation, and walked down the narrow hall to the dining room. There, Hannah and the triplets were waiting for him beside a grand round table, the color of burnt oak wood, and the air fragrant from the freshly cut roses of the brilliant spring morn.
A platter of sunny side up eggs sat glistening and and wet on the table, and ghosts of hot and dry air hovered above them. There were cakes that were so moist and filled with cream and sugar, so much so that it could kill the tongue and send the taster in a sense of euphoria and fleeting rhapsody until the next bite.
Fruit sat in plentiful platters, from the rich strawberries that shown mahogany, oh so sweet, and to the grapes that were green and dark red. As he sat down at the table, the great table of Trancy, he did not see his butler behind his chair. No stoic expressions or deep, intense gold eyes to search through or puzzle him, and no more of the monotonous sound of the often used 'Yes, your Highness.'
For some reason, Claude was gone.
Alois Trancy did not appreciate this, this absence without leave.
Not ONE BIT.
"Hannah, " Alois began, and the demon in question flinched, fear swirling within those dark bluish orbs. Orb, she meant.
"Y-yes, your Highness?"
"Where is Claude?" he asked with an almost childish curiosity, but she knew better than that. The whole room became almost suffocated with a dark dangerous tension. The triplets looked back and forth between Hannah and the blonde-haired boy.
"Well? Where IS he?"
Hannah flinched again. Of course she didn't know where he was, but the master most likely wouldn't take I don't know for an answer. She knew it was only a matter of before-
"You BITCH!" Alois yelled angrily, and had leapt out of his seat. The backhanded slap that came next silenced everyone in the Trancy manor. Hannah sank to the floor.
You insolent BITCH! You're almost PITEOUS, aren't you?" he yelled and planted a sharp kick to the purple maid's stomach.
"Can't even answer a simple question! Just another WHORE of sorts!" kick.
"Probably tried to keep him from me. Well, your idiocy astounds me so. Never have I met a HARLOT SUCH AS YOU!" kick. Kick. Punch. Slap. Kick.
Alois finally calmed down enough to quit, while Hannah muttered useless apologies while bleeding silently on the ground, her eyes mimicking that of a waterfall. To a regular onlooker, the scene would seem gruesome, raw, and maddening. To the people of the House of Alois Trancy, it was just a daily occurrence. The blonde boy's blue eyes darkened to match the sense of abandonment he felt.
How DARE he forsake him like this! Such an INEXCUSABLE absence will not go unpunished. Maybe Claude just didn't understand, he was his, he could not just leave like that. But that's exactly what he did.
Claude Faustus was gone.
And Alois was going to find him.
Yes. Claude Faustus would come back to him. Whether he liked it or not.
And so he trudged forward through the forest of the beating drums and the celebrating people in a foreign land. He could see flashes of red and black, and dancing wisps of gold every now and again, though the forest was dark and desolate. In the middle of this strange celebration lay a bonfire so blazing and bright that, if you let it, would light up the special twisted flame inside of the ordinary, and as you twist your wrist to a song of the phoenix, transform, and hope not that the flame dies quickly. . . . . . . . . . .. . . .
But then he saw something familiar.
Cerulean blue eyes and a patch of black. . . . . . . . .
'Ciel!' he thought. He came closer and hid behind the tree nearby. Above the bonfire was a slow turning pole between 2 sticks. His hands and feet were bound with rope, and his eye patch had fallen to the earth, revealing a purplish, intense eye.
His mouth was a straight line, but his eyes where grief stricken, and the memory of slavehood had burned deep within his eyes.
The dancing stops. All is silent with a sort of sinister air. They look at him.
Ciel. Oh my GOD. . . . . .Ciel.
They strike.