AN: Uh this is my first Kuro fic! I hope you all like it! Feel free to add me on AIM, because Ia m in dire need of a beta! And please review! The more reviews, the faster I will update!
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Alois Trancy was not a patient person. When he wanted something done he expected it to be done immediately, which was precisely why he stood in front of a cowering old man with a gun pressed to his wrinkled temple. Behind him, his well-endowed female bodyguard watched idly, eyes blank and not reflecting the single flame lighting the room. Her hands were clasped in front of her. Alois only dared to glance at her for a brief moment as he pulled the trigger. She didn't even flinch as blood and brains splattered across the floor. Alois threw the gun aimlessly to the side, turning on his heel so his frock coat billowed from the movement.
"Let's go, Hannah, I'm bored. He was no fun at all. Fucking useless old man. He didn't even beg for his life," Alois grumbled, kicking said man's corpse.
"Of course," Hannah replied, nodding her head and staring at the ground, her chest bouncing lightly at the movement.
Alois tilted his head in thought and picked up the gun. He stepped up to Hannah, reaching into her shirt and placing the gun between her abnormally large boobs. He pulled his hand away and turned, stalking out of the room. No, he was not a patient person- which was why he killed his very healthy guardian just to inherit his will.
"And so his estate, along with all possessions in this estate, shall be rewarded to Claude Faustus," a lawyer read, staring at the will in his hand. Alois stared at the lawyer in shock. The other adults in the room seemed rather displeased, murmuring amongst themselves as Mr. Trancy's one and only adopted son rose on shaky feet, hands trembling at his sides. No one seemed to notice as the young boy's gaze turned into a look of pure hatred... well, no one but Hannah. She remained at Alois's side, hands clasped in front of her, gaze directed only at the young boy at her side. His blue eyes seemed to glaze over with a sort of mad look, eyebrows twitching angrily as his lips twisted into a smile that made Hannah shiver. He leaned a little closer to her, noting how the lawyer stared at her abnormally large boobs and the very hefty amount of cleavage she was quite purposely showing off.
"Master, what ever is it you need, I will be happy to complete any task you may give me," she said softly, lips very close to Alois's ear, so close she was tempted to stick her tongue out to taste his earlobe. The only thing that actually really stopped her was that he turned his wide blue eyes on her, his perfect lips forming a delicate pout. "Anything," Hannah insisted. The pout became the cruel smile once more, causing Hannah to lean away and adjust her cleavage.
"Hannah, would you please have it so that Mr. Faustus receives his... /gifts/...?" Alois asked loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. Murmurs about how Alois was such a caring person swept the room, whispers of how understanding he was reached his ears. He smirked. "Alois, if you don't mind Hannah, would love for you to arrange a meeting between Mr. Faustus and I. I'm /dying/ to meet him." Hannah nodded and bowed her head as Alois headed for the door. She followed a few steps behind, feeling the lawyer's gaze on her voluptuous ass. Alois laughed in the halfway, a sound only Hannah understood the true meaning of. Alois Trancy was already plotting his revenge against the stranger named Claude Faustus, who stole his inheritance from him, and it most likely involved Hannah.
Alois stared boredly out the car window as Hannah drove him to his former home. If he even bothered calling it that. It had been more of a hell to him, with only Hannah there to take care of him. And even then he hated her presence, throwing tantrums and throwing glass at her, marking her delicate skin up with tiny cuts that never left scars. Even now there was a small bandage on her cheek from earlier that morning when Alois threw a vase at her out of his rage at the flowers in them ("Daisies, Hannah!" he shrieked. "You useless bitch!") By now Alois had calmed enough that he was willing to seethe silently instead of taking his rage out physically. Although it didn't stop him from clenching his fists so tight his nails were staining red. Hannah did not fail to notice this, so when they did reach the estate that Claude Faustus inherited she took his hand and wiped his nails clean with a dark handkercheif. Alois remained silent and willing as she did so, his blue eyes on the mansion before him.
Hannah pulled the handkerchief away and got out of the car. She mto the other side and held the door open for Alois. He stepped out, chin tilted up, eyes-half-lidded. He walked with an air of importance, stopping at the door the knock briskly. It swung open seemingly of its own accord and Alois shared a quick glance with Hannah before stepping inside with her. The door shut behind them, leaving them in the dark. Suddenly the chandelier lit up above them, revealing a set of purple-haired triplets at the top of the grand staircase before Alois. They bowed in unison at the young boy, remaining silent as they moved down the stairs. They removed Alois of his coat without words, also relieving Hannah of hers, much to Alois's disdain. Another light flickered on at the stop of the stairs, making Alois remove his gaze from Hannah's (still) abnormally large boobs to turn it up at the stairs. His gaze fell upon who could only be Claude Faustus. His dark hair was slicked back in an Aristocratic fashion, glasses perched on his nose and reflecting the flame that lit his profile. Alois knew he was staring, but he couldn't help it. His heart fluttered as Claude Faustus turned his gaze on him and a smirk pulled his thin lips up.
Alois knew in that instant exactly what his revenge on Claude would be, and it involved the man tied to a four post bed... and honey.