Fire in the Mirror
Summary: Her smile was cruel. "All of the existences in the world are just a game theory, please smile and finish this game with me." When Ciel gains the attention of Thorned Blackheart, things can only go from bad to worse…
ONE
"BLAZE! BLAAAAAZZEE! WHERE THE FUCK IS YOU?!" A small figure ran across the finely trimmed lawn, arms out horizontally at her sides and making 'vrrring' names and running towards the patio where a tall, redheaded figure stood, pouring a cup of tea.
"I am here, Thorned. What, in the name of Satan, are you doing?" the taller figure questioned. The figure was female and seemed to be the picture of perfect. She dressed rather nicely in a long black coat with a red underside and a purple trim that flowed around her ankles and a white jabot. Underneath her coat she wore a white dress shirt and over it a black vest with gold chain sticking out of it. The pants she wore were black and she wore white socks that went to her knees and brown heels with buckles. Her hair was a vibrant reddish-orange and went to her shoulders and was quite wild and there was a curl hanging off the side of her head. Behind a set of Pince-nez glasses was a mismatched set of violet and blue eyes twinkled mischievously- although at this moment, they were faintly annoyed.
"I was trying to find you; the fireplace hates me…" the girl skidded to an abrupt stop in front of the red-headed demon."Aaaaaaand my house, I do have to admit, also hates me. Juuuuust like you."
Blaze shrugged. "Whether I hate you or not does not matter in the end; I follow your orders."
Thorned snorted. "I don't think you hate me. I think you view me as an annoyance."
Blaze lifted up the china teapot and tapped her chin thoughtfully before gesturing for her lady to sit.
"Perhaps for once, you are correct in your musings. But, ah, you're quite the interesting one though."
The white haired girl smiled slowly, a twisted Cheshire grin creeping upwards on her unusual features as she carefully pulled her knees to her chest, as to sit in a crouch, as if she was about to spring. "Perhaps, Perhaps, But don't you mean…insane?"
The demoness actually snorted at that one. "I do believe you've established that you keep a healthy level of insanity, Miss Thorned."
Thorned snickered. " Don't I tell you to call me "mirror"?
Blaze smiled. "Of course. But I am allowed to call you by your real name, aren't I?"
Mirror, as her preferred name states, smiled wider. "Yes, my pet. But only you, because I do need a little hypocrisy in my life. And a little angst – just to spice things up."
Blaze chose not to comment on that. However, she did say: "Milady Mirror, you will have a man from the queen in a while. How would you like me to prepare for his, ah, arrival?"
A rather sadistic gleam lit up in Mirror's innocent, if mismatched, eyes of violet and cerulean.
" Give him a welcome fitting of the Blackheart name…oh yes, and would you kindly set up the chess table to play?" she asked innocently, her smile hidden by a steaming cup of tea. "And use that set would you dear?"
Blaze smiled mysteriously. "Of course."
~~~~~~~~~Near Noon, at exactly 11:49. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ciel had to wonder why he suddenly had a letter from the queen. Hadn't he already had been told to solve the Jack the Ripper murder cases by the Queen? What did she want now…? Opening the letter, he had to blink at what he discovered.
Pictures and a letter from the Queen. Two pictures. The first picture was of a girl around his age with pure white hair and a curl projecting itself from the crown of her head and hanging in front of her face. Her eyes were a mismatched color of cerulean and violet and she wore a funny hat with a black heart pierced by a sword and an arrow on the brim. The other picture was of a taller woman with wild red hair and a curl hanging off the side of her head. She wore pince-nez glasses and her eyes were a mismatched pair of violet and cerulean that twinkled with mischief.
"I want you to keep an eye on these two…"The Queen's letter said. "…The white-haired one is the prestigious heir to the Blackheart name, Thorned Blackheart. She often goes by the alias 'Mirror'..."Ciel blinked at the girl, who was smiling so widely that it looked like her face was about to split into two. "…And the woman is Blaze Alice-Frederick Everest. She is a servant to Miss Blackheart. I am concerned for Miss Blackheart. I hope for you to keep an eye on them."
"That's strange." Ciel found himself asking.
"What's strange my lord?" Sebastian asked, pouring Ciel a cup of tea.
"Thorned Blackheart is the daughter of the Blackheart Nobles – a clan of Nobles who watched over the royal family for generations – and the head of family and his wife had supposedly died fourteen years ago." Ciel informed Sebastian. "There were no records of them ever having a child."
"Is that why the Queen desires that you 'keep an eye on them'?"
"Perhaps so."
Little did Ciel know that his meeting with Thorned would only make things go from bad to worse…
Crunch.
A white man, dressed fully in pure white and possessing a full head of the same color of hair walked upon the pavement, looking around. "Truly, this is a magnificent mansion…" He found himself saying.
The walls were made a white stone and the manor stood proudly on a freshly trimmed grass. Framing the walk to the doorway were several statues of angels, animals and people. It was supported by large tree-trunk thick pillars and there were at least seven floors.
Although really, even though his outside demeanor said it was a wonderful and clean home, his eyes said anything but. It was more along the lines of "Augh, another person with a demon butler for a pet? Jesus fucking Christ, they must multiply like bunnies..." However, Blaze, (who saw the look, and wondered at it) liked to think she was a little classier than that. She did not like demons of the male race – they were lewd and sometimes annoying.
"Welcome, Protector Ash." Blaze said, bowing slightly; rolling her mismatched eyes while doing so. "I do hope you enjoy your stay here…if you wish to see Miss Thorned, she is waiting in the drawing-room for your presence."
Ash smiled; but was inwardly tearing his hair out. "Ah, would you take me to her, then?"
"Certainly, certainly. Right this way." Blaze smiled back, leading the angel through winding hallways and into a comfortable-looking room, all dressed in purple and red. In the midst of it, a small figure sat in her chair, legs pulled out of their customary crouch as her mismatched eyes stared intently upon the game board.
Ash bowed. "Miss Blackheart."
Mirror turned, smiling. "Ah, hello, hello~ Mister Protector. Would you like to play a game with me?" a petite, delicate hand gestured towards the game she was so intently staring at, and the angel smiled. "It would be a pleasure."
The fire-headed demoness, who was watching all this in the doorway, turned slightly to hide a wicked smile. "I shall resume my duties then, Duchess?" she asked politely, her face in shadow.
Mirror smiled gently, but her eyes were sparkling in a happily sadistic manner.
"You may. Thank you for giving him a warm welcome." She said simply, turning back to the game; but the demon knew what her unspoken order was:
" Go ahead and make lunch, but just in case, if our guest misbehaves, you may get started on whatever you may have planned for that particular case."
She bowed. "It's not rape without a smile…" she murmured under her breath, then closed the door to the drawing-room.
Unbeknownst to the demoness, her young charge had heard such, and unfortunately she was hard-pressed not to burst out into laughter, as the subject of aforementioned rape was sitting across her, looking at her curiously.
Seriously though…a girl demon raping a tranny angel with a stick up it's ass?
She really did hope that wouldn't happen, as she would probably have to scream "CHILD IN THE ROOM!" before the two would stop doing their business on the mattress.
'Not that they'd get that far,' she mused, the Angel would probably transform or something gay like and attempt to kick Blaze's ass. Blaze's ass did not get kicked; she was the one who did the ass-kicking.
Discreetly, she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. Ah, she loved having Blaze as a servant. It made life so much more fun to enjoy.
Ash could not find his way out, the walls were spinning and the floor was transparent beneath his shiny shoes; giving him the appearance that he was floating on air. Sadistic giggles bounced all around the room like an undying echo. He had to find the door. He would not fall this far. He was an angel; sent from heaven to cleanse the world of evil. He was not going to be defeated by a girl with an over-active imagination.
The room suddenly tilted and Ash felt himself flung to the ground and rolling right out of the exit. He landed on the floor and looked down to only see himself, but only his face twisted into a look of eerie glee and there was splotches of blood staining his cheeks and his pale-white hair. There were marks stretching from his lips to his ears as he would forever be smiling. He looked up.
The walls were covered in mirrors; each filled with the same image of his distorted face. Growling he bolted forward and jumped when arms started to reach out from inside the mirrors.
In seconds, he reached the end of the hallway and whipped around; his back to the brick wall. The Ash's that were not him started to pull themselves from their mirror-prisons and into the real world. They were coming for him. Those dirty, dirty replicas of himself were coming for him, and angel. They would not win.
Hands began to grab at his ankles and he looked down to see hands much like his own but only scarred and bonier pull at his legs. Seeing no other opportunity, Ash pulled the sword from his belt and slammed the sharp tip into the glass; shattering it on impact. The dying screech that came from the glass from akin to that of a dying feline. His world tilted backwards and his feet left the ground as he was catapulted down the metal slide that was hidden behind the brick wall. As his back hit the metal, the slide spun and he was no longer facing the top of the slide where he had just faced the look-alike clones of himself, but now facing utter darkness.
There was nothing but silence; nothing but the cold eerie silence instead of those childish giggles that belonged to that girl who frolicked with the demoness. God, how had he lost that game anyway? He neverlost.
"Now, you who were hoped for and given birth under blessing, Loved by your parents and will provided Grew up well and now under happiness, under light."Oh the creepy lyrics of the song did not help make this situation better. "Let's make lots of friend too. Is everyday fun? Do you have anyone you like/love…?"
He was slammed down into something rather soft and his world spun as the large chair he was sitting was spun around. There was then the feeling of something hard and scratchy being tied around his limbs and swore in his head; immediately saying his sorry to god right afterward. Angels did notcurse.
The large recliner he was in was pushed towards a fire place, where on the mantel sat the Blackheart crest. A large black heart on a platinum-colored shield with an arrow and sword pierced through it. Thorned Blackheart was indeed the child of Mathieu and Madeline Blackheart, but there had only been the will to prove that Thorned was the child.
The Fireplace opened up, revealing a narrow shaft. Suddenly the chair bolted forward and he ejected from the chair and forced down the shaft. He felt himself hit several bumps and fly up several hills. Suddenly there was a flash of light and a trap door opened; revealing the midnight air.
He was ejected into the cold midnight air and as soon as he had been ejected into, he had started to fall – like a bag of rocks. His ropes started to wear away just as was slammed onto the back of his horse. There was the sound of someone smacking the Horse's ass and a whistle.
"Bye-Bye, Mister Dolly~!" He could hear Mirror giggle. "Hope you play again soon!"
The transsexual angel flinched almost unconsciously, then jumped into gear as the horse leaped into action and flew across the pavement, away from the house of terrors… all the while noting that, his queen was right in keeping an eye on them.
Back with the white-haired girl and her servants, a strangely black-and-blonde headed boy looked up curiously from his place on the twilight lit turf, and he wondered at the sight above him.
You see, Mirror was standing in an innocent, quaint window, all the while slowly licking a large blood-spattered lollipop quite contently as she fiddled with a random ruffle on her cute, childlike dress- all of which was stained with a suspicious red.
Erin, of which the boy was dubbed, smiled and shook his head.
He knew there was a reason why he worked for her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~At the Blackheart mansion, at 7:34~~~~~~~~~
" Blaze, I am bored." Mirror stated flatly as with one hand she busily was stamping seals of approval, and with the other she was busy writing various letters of approval and such. And in her foot was a spoon. Every few minutes she'd dip the spoon into the cereal on the table and bring it to her mouth before continuning to work again.
Blaze merely raised one eyebrow as her feminine figure settled into a more comfortable position upon a couch in the workroom. "Milady, I am not entirely sure how you are bored. You are working at a pace that would make normal people cringe."
Now it was the petite girl's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Blaze, when I last looked in the mirror, I wasn't normal. I assume that I am not now; and because of this, I am bored."
Blaze shrugged. "What do you wish for me to do?"
Mirror smiled sweetly. "I wish to know why the queen deems it suitable that she sends her very own servant to spy on me."
Her maid shrugged once more and stood up. "You wish me to find out?"
Mirror shook her head and gestured for the redheaded woman to sit down. "No, I do not. Not as of now…but I am curious. After all, I do believe I have a right to know when a transsexual angel barges his way into my home and expects me to comply when he tries to figure out if I am a threat."
Blaze quickly stifled a laugh with a gloved hand, her pinz-styled glasses threatening to fall off as her body shook with the effort. All she got for her efforts however, was a raised eyebrow from a white-haired girl, who was still busily doing her work with her two arms.
"What do you find funny about this, Blaze?"
The redhead simply shook her head before beginning to attempting to regain some type of some type of composure before speaking. However, when she had calmed, her words were slightly startling.
"Milady, I find it simply amazing how selfish your queen must be-after all, a horrifying killer is stalking the streets of London–Jack the ripper is what they call him, no?–Surely she could leave you alone until the case is over with?"
A Cheshire cat's smile crept once more on the small girl's pale countenance.
"Hmmm. Perhaps I will take an interest in this case, then. Perhaps it would get the queen off my back…" She stopped in her work and stared a photo before her. A boy with blue hair with one blue eye and wearing a black eye patch stood frowning at the camera that had taken the photo and the man standing next to him was smiling slightly at the boy next to him. He was black hair and his sharp eyes were a blood-red color. She flipped the photo over and in small, neat cursive writing in the bottom read a name she had of many times before.
"Ciel Phantomhieve." She read aloud. "Blaze!"
"Yes milady Mirror?"
"Call up the Scotland Yard would you?"
"For what reason?"
Mirror flashed a childish grin. "Oh my dear demon, Ciel Phantomhieve is worthy of being my friend! I don't have many friends. I know this little fact because Ciel is the underdog of the Queen; as my family was all those years ago. And as you do know, I do love to piss off my friends. So this leaves me with only a few options and joining the Scotland will be the only way efficient way of us ever meeting!"
Blaze smiled and bowed. "Yes, Milady."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Fire in the Mirror~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
TEMT: Well, we don't own anything. Especially "All of the existences in the world are just a game theory, please smile and finish this game with me" that's just a quote I got from a video of a AmericaxChina called Juggernaut.
BAB: -pats your back- that's right, my loveleh beta. By the way, thank you for helping me out.
TEMT: Meh. You owe me!
