Grell had a problem. He was standing directly across from his Sebas-chan, which was not a bad thing at all. He was behind a lectern, resting his arms on top of it, in a small room he had never seen in his life. He had no idea how he got there. Neither of those two things were a problem, either. He had his chainsaw, if things got nasty.
The thing bothering him was the teacup. From a distance, you could be mistaken for thinking it was just a normal sized, china teacup with swirly, multicolored patterns. But even with his faulty sight, Grell could make out strange features on it. Were those . . . eyes? And a mouth? Yes. Hazel eyes and a slightly crazy smile covered the teacup. The teacup sat on a chair, oblivious to Grell's confusion.
What happened? He thought, standing up straight. How did I get here? He shook himself awake, then thought again. Oh, yes. I think I joined a debate club or something. He wanted to close his eyes again. Why did I do that? I solve everything with a hard swing from my chainsaw, he thought sadly. I can't even get a boyfriend, let alone debate.
"Hello? Grell, are you still with us?" The teacup asked. Grell gave it a look that could have meant many things, none of them good.
"Uh . . . Yes?"
"Good. I was just explaining the debate schedule to Sebastian here, and you looked like you were dozing off . . ." Sebastian? Sebas-chan! That was why I joined the club! Grell thought, perking up. Maybe in a passionate battle of words we can find true love . . .
"Yes. I'm awake . . . what debate schedule?" The teacup smiled a wicked smile.
"Oh, did you think it was just Sebastian you were debating against? There are a range of debates we'll be holding. Sebastian, pass Grell the schedule, would you?" Sebastian passed the paper to him wordlessly, but shot him a look that would scare . . . scare, well, even Grell. It was clear the demon didn't want any trouble. Grell just shot him a flamboyant smile.
Grell looked down the list while the teacup continued to were debates for all the Black Butler characters, even the annoying earl and his fiancé. Undertaker and William on the same team? That's going to be hilarious. Grell couldn't help smile. The teacup may be freaky, but she sure knows how to -Then the thought died in his mind. For there, at the top of the page, in scrawled, messy handwriting were the fateful words:
Debate one: Work or play?
Participants: Grell VS Sebastian.
Supervisor: Ella the teacup.
Time: Six PM.
Grell looked down at his watch.
It was six o'clock. Time to debate.
A note from the Teacup. (Author)
Okay, this is the bit where I explain what the hell I'm doing. "I don't know," is the answer, by the way. I came up with this idea when I was thinking about how much the black butler characters must love fighting, as they do it all the time. And so, being the crazy teacup I am, I placed rules. RULES, I TELL YOU! An argument with rules . . . I think that's a debate . . . THE BLACK BUTLER DEBATE CLUB! Yes, next time Grell and Sebastian shall hold a debate, and who knows what will happen after that . . .
I'm sorry it's different to my normal debates, and that it has me in it. I don't want to get involved with my fan-fiction, because that is creepy. Really creepy, in fact, but I need to keep these "arguments with rules" in order. But I do have a request for you readers - could you tell me some good debating topics and the characters to go in them? Being a teacup, my ideas come from tea-leaves, and I'm almost out.