"Forgive me for saying so, Darling, but blonde really isn't your thing."
Ciel Phantomhive growled at his blonde schoolmate, shaking a fist. "You're the one who made me dye my hair this sickening yellow colour!"
Alois clicked his tongue, his long eyelashes casting shadows on his cheekbones as his eyelids fluttered closed. "I didn't force you to make that bet, my dear. That was all you."
"How was I supposed to know you were some kind of Mario Kart god?"
The fourteen-year-old chuckled mock sweetly. "Oh, love, I have many hidden talents."
The was-bluenette narrowed his eyes at the revolting implication and turned away from his friend, crossing his arms over his chest. Sure, he would just dye his hair back to it's dark teal colour after the day was done(with the help of Alois, of course), but still, a day of looking like some kind of mentally-disabled bimbo was miserable at best. Alois, however, was enjoying every bit.
Ciel Phantomhive and Alois Trancy attended together the School of England (yes, the School of England, the one for the painfully smart and the painfully rich. These and only these.) and were, despite their many obvious differences, best friends. The two of them were joined at the hip-you seldom heard Ciel's name without Alois's shortly following, and vice versa. The pair were inseparable, always together on weekends and after school. They knew everything about each other, or, well, most everything. There was something each boy was hiding from the other. Something that no one would guess Alois would hide, and no one would guess Ciel would feel.
The two boys were in love with one another.
A/N ; Gruesomely short chapter? But it ended so well right there… Okay, I promise I'll spoil you with a really long chapter two. *raises arm* I solemnly swear.
Alois: Jesus Christ, why the bloody hell would I hide something like that? Profess your love and go all the way!
Ciel: Gross.
Alois: Don't fight the feeling. '3'
Ciel: _