Disclaimer: I do not own Black Blood Brothers.
Based on chiyuki yamaguchi13 fanfic "Multiple ways to piss Zelman Clock," not that those ways work exactly, as you will see.
Way number one: Steal his pack of cigarettes.
Zelman Clock swaggered down the street, pausing every now and again to look more closely at items in shop windows. Around him people bustled up and down the street. While a few were irritated that he was smoking, all were ignorant of the fact that the peculiarly dressed red-haired young man was actually an eight-hundred year old black blood. Zelman was as aware of their presence as humans surrounding him were aware of ants. He was also slightly preoccupied, wondering whether or not there would be anything good on TV when he returned to his lair. It was for these reasons that Zelman did not light the young girl who bumped into on fire. She also apologized profusely, which amused him. Plus something in a windowsill caught his eye and he walked away from the girl –without saying a word- to examine it.
The something was a snow-globe, with a young fair-haired boy hugging a teddy-bear in it. There was a tug at the twisted, black thing in his chest, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at how that boy affected him, Zelman entered the shop. There a sales associate with hair that would suggest she was a librarian not a sales associate told him he was not allowed to smoke in the shop. Zelman ignored her, and retrieved the snow-globe from the window display.
"How much?"
"I'm not selling that to you until you put out that cigarette young man."
In all honesty the sales associate should be happy he was willing to pay for the thing in the first place. Still, Kotaro would be upset if he found out Zelman stole his Christmas present –and killed the sales associate- Therefore, he dropped his cigarette on the floor and ground it out with the hill of his boot. The sales associate glared at him, but did not press the matter.
"That is a hand-made…"
"How much?"
"Seven hundred dollars," the sales associate replied, in a voice that stated she thought he could not afford it.
Zelman handed her his credit card. "I'll take it."
The sales associate gazed at him suspiciously. Her eyes dropped to the name on the card and the color drained from her face. Zelman suppressed a laugh.
"Would you like your purchase wrapped Clock-sama?"
"Yes," said Zelman, coldly.
"Please follow me, my lord." She led him to the back of the shop, quietly murmuring several times "Please don't kill me." Zelman suppressed another laugh.
Several minutes later Zelman was outside with Kotaro's present, and on the phone.
"I will be back in twenty minutes Sayuka. Order a pizza."
He hung up on her as the girl was agreeing to obey his command. While in all honesty running back to his mansion would have been faster Zelman drove a motorcycle, which was parked several blocks away. The walk was spent balancing Kotaro's present on one hand, and examining a pair of earrings he had stolen from the shop, just because he could. Once on the motorcycle, reaching his estate did not take long due to Zelman's slightly unorthodox driving habits. In fact he beat the pizza delivery man up the drive-way.
The Master of the Coven was met his new self-proclaimed right hand man whose name Zelman could not be bothered to remember. He could however, be bothered to dump his jacket, helmet, and keys on the black blood. Kotaro's present he tossed to one of the maids who just managed to catch it.
"Put that somewhere safe," Zelman ordered. "And put my motorcycle in the garage, whatever you name is."
"Jaime Benson, Sir."
"Yeah, that's what I said," said Zelman, before dashing up the stairs where he met Sayuka. "Pizza," said Zelman, crossing his arms.
At that exact moment the doorbell rang.
"It is at the door Zelman-sama," said Sayuka.
"It should be in my room already," said Zelman, coldly, walking past her, and down the hall. He could hear Sayuka taking the stairs two at the time in her haste to get to the door, and smirked.
Zelman's chambers were on the second floor, in the very second of the mansion. He grabbed a can of cola from the fridge and turned on the TV to find out there was a movie about Santa Clause playing that evening. It could be worse. Zelman stretched lazily and reached into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes, only to find the pocket empty. Frowning slightly, Zelman checked his other pocket, and the pocket of his jeans. No pack of cigarettes. Strange. Had he put them in the pocket of his jacket? No, they were too small… It was then he remembered the girl who had collided with him earlier.
She had been a pick-pocket. It was plausible. Although of all the things to steal, she took his pack of cigarettes, not his wallet. What a strange human. Zelman shrugged, almost impressed that she had the guts to steal from him, and that she got away with it. Then the Santa in the Santa Clause movie fell off the roof, which Zelman found funny, followed by a knock on his door.
"Enter."
Sayuka entered, and placed his pizza on the table. "I am very sorry about the delay Zelman-sama."
Zelman waved a hand at her dismissively, and muted the TV. "Never call that place again."
"Of course Zelman-sama," said Sayuka bowing. "Do you have any other orders for me?"
Zelman gestured to the pizza. "Get a cola, and join me. Really Sayuka, you do I have to spell everything out for you? I cannot eat all of this myself."
Sayuka did as she was told. Zelman handed her the pair of earrings he had stolen.
"These match your eyes better than the one's your wearing," said Zelman, retrieving another pack of cigarettes from a drawer in his coffee table.
Meh, I don't know. Zelman seems a little OOC. I also do not own The Santa Clause. The one with Tim Allen, and that really cute head elf Bernard; I do not own. Also I am unfamiliar with the Japanese money system therefore, I used the American one.