My head won't stop chuuurning. Now I'm making an alternate universe! No magic, no demons, no angels. Just bad people, children thrown into it, and serial killers and human trafficking, with a side of drugs. (And a seriously knotted love triangle…)
Disclaimer:
I own nothing but my OC(s), and the idea for this plot. Everything related to Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji belongs to Yana Toboso.
Genre: Suspense/Hurt/Comfort
Rating: Mature (for some blood, crude language, child abuse, and definite adult themes.)
Pairings: (Claude x OC) (Sebastian x OC) (Claude x Sebastian); (Mentions of Undertaker x different OC); (Alois x Ciel friendship fluff); (Possibly Alois x Lizzy x Ciel innocent triangle)
Synopsis:
The world is a dark and damned place to live in. Whether on the streets walking under protective lampposts, or along shadowed alleyways. There is hate. There is greed. There is pain.
To be a child forced into walking the shoes of an adult, the world becomes cold and worthless to save.
To be a hired killer, the light left a long time ago. There is no need for a heart.
To work under contract to the Irish mafia, duty and loyalty cross paths with the inner-idea of what should and needs to be done. What rules can afford to be broken, and for what purpose?
To break free from a father's protective grip, sacrificing of the self becomes the only ticket out.
But when love, bittersweet and almost always leading to more pain and grief, inevitably enters the fray- can cold and hardened hearts learn to reach out when the dark and the blood becomes too much for them alone to bear?
Especially when survival all around teeters on it…
The Demons Inside
I.
One Nightmare, Simultaneous with Another
It could be said that it started in Bexley. With its quiet upper-class feel and population, it really was to be expected. The rich with their money, the comforts of luxury in the modern-day world. How disgusting of them to live above the rest of them. So yes, one could suppose it really is no surprise that it happened in Bexley. It was unassuming, southeast of London. The townsfolk may argue otherwise, that it was unfathomable…
One little boy could agree, that it was inevitable that it happened in Bexley. Too bad he was nowhere to be found, in the wreckage of his father's charred estate.
No, only the roasted, burned to crisp corpses of Lord Phantomhive and his lovely lady wife were found among the rubble, alongside their loyal Deerhounds. But no sign of their only child could be found.
The house steward, a loyal long-term family friend and servant, was the only survivor within the household as far as anyone could tell. And the poor old fellow was unable to answer as to who had victimized the Phantomhive family. He'd managed to survive because the fire never ensnared the wing of the mansion he had been in at the time, to the extent that it engulfed the Phantomhive family. In the hospital, his most frequent visitor doubled as both an overseeing doctor and friend- Lord Phantomhive's wife's sister. Angelina Dalles, a vivacious woman most often seen garbed in red. But even the withering light of her once bright eyes had almost entirely died. There was nothing either could- but she did allow the old steward to take up residence at her home once he was discharged from the hospital.
~.:*:.~
It was within a week of being discharged, that Tanaka made the call. His entire stay in the hospital, suffering and slowly healing, he leafed through papers. Looking, searching. Something had to come up, an answer to his unheard prayer. He finally did, through underground internet searches.
A promise from the dark, to answer his wish. Only a monetary price was asked, and a willingness for the customer to understand that legality would not be part of the hired's practice. In and out. That was all.
Old Tanaka knew, and understood. But he'd give anything, even his soul to the Devil himself, if it meant finding the Phantomhive's child. So he made the call one evening. A traceless number answered, along with a silken voice.
~.:*:.~
Tanaka met the hired man by the end of the week. He'd taken a cab while Angelina was at work. The hired man had insisted with that silken voice of his, to meet somewhere public, somewhere close to the remnants of the old manor. A small eatery, a minimized pub, was the most appropriate. The day was sunny for once, but cold. So cold, bone-achingly cold.
Tanaka took a seat by a window, pulling his knit coat closer to his chest. The dim lights of the eatery allowed the sunlight outside to spill in, bathing the interior with enough light to see every crack in the wood floor and walls.
"We'll meet at 11:45 on the dot." The man with that silken voice had said. Tanaka checked the old pocket watch he'd inherited, when he took on the role of butler and steward to the Phantomhive family. It was nearly-
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting." The old man's weary gray eyes flickered up to a tall man garbed in a long black coat. A pair of dark shades hid the man's eyes, and the collar of the coat obstructed a view of his face from the nose down. Though the old man could swear the youth before him was smirking.
"If I have," the newcomer bowed lightly, undoing the buckle and zipper of his coat collar. When he rose, Tanaka could see the young face that looked upon him. "Then allow me to apologize. It is uncouth for me to make my employer wait so long."
Tanaka cleared his throat. His age could be heard in the soft rasp of his tired chuckle. "No need to apologize lad. Now, do not be deterred by my abrasiveness, but you are much younger than what I expected."
The man's grin stretched, thin and calculating. "I never am. My age surprises many."
~.:*:.~
Tanaka stirred the tea in front of him absentmindedly with his spoon. He should be taking in the beverage, letting its warmth melt the cold weather and aches from age. But he'd lost his appetite for anything and everything.
"I've seen the wreckage left behind." The man placed his cup back onto its dish after a leisured gulp. "Whoever did this, was no amateur."
"I know," Tanaka placed his spoon down on the tea cup's coaster. "I'm not seeking revenge for whoever did this… Crow- I'm only looking for the boy. Find him, Crow. Bring Ciel home."
Crow quirked a brow. "I hope you're aware of the price of what you're asking."
"I do not care about the cost." Tanaka's low voice had lost vitality, turning to quiet steel instead. "Just find him. We'll cover your payment after."
"That's not what I- "
"I'm well aware of what you were inferring."
Crow grinned with nothing but amusement. "My contractors always amaze me, but none quite the way you just did." He reached across the table, a slim hand outstretched. "I'll find this child, then. I'm willing to make the contract."
Tanaka peered up at the young man, this 'Crow'. He nodded once, his monocle catching a beam of sunlight from outside, and took the contracted's hand. "A deal, then."
It could also be said it started in Hackney.
He hadn't been expecting a call at 4:00am. Especially not from him. From a contact in Ireland, a call from the big boss had woken him. An entire rich household in Hackney had been pillaged and set ablaze. Lord Trancy and his wife had been found, in large pools of their mixed blood. Family had been visiting, and all had died in similar gruesome fashions, including the small child Luka Macken, cousin to the now missing Alois. Apparently the maid's body was never found either. But the big boss wasn't looking for her. The kid was his concern. He'd had some dealings, underground incognito and topside in the public light, with the Trancy name- one could say there had been a form of camaraderie between them. He wanted young Alois Trancy found. And he wanted him to track the child down.
"Find him, Faustus. The boss is giving us no leeway here, mate."
The man pushed himself up from his rumpled bedding, grunting into the phone. "This couldn't wait until a normal hour in the day, I take it?"
A weak laugh, lacking all evidence of real humor. "Sorry big man. But he wants this kid brought back. Y'know as well as us the Trancys' were an acquaintance. He wants the boy under our jurisdiction. For the kid's own protection, of course."
So I have to start work at four in the morning? "Right, right. I'm on it. What're the instructions?"
Another laugh, this one sounding even more tired than Faustus felt. "Get up, get packed. You're heading for Hackney, Faustus."
"Hackney?" he frowned. "He wants me to start at their emaciated mansion, doesn't he?"
"All signs start at the source. That's one of the golden rules."
He sighed into the phone, stumbling from his bed. "What time do I need to be there?"
"No later than 6:30am. Big boss likes ya, Spider. Otherwise for the rest of us, we'd have to be there an hour and a half earlier."
Fantastic. "I'll head out prior to that. Anything else I need to know?"
"Yeah. He wants him alive, Spider. He doesn't care how, just bring him in alive."
He laughed at that. "That's the easy bit. Finding him will be the headache. But with the rising numbers in human trafficking, locating him won't be nearly as hard as you're making it out to be."
"Good to know." A laugh. "…Faustus. He also wants to talk to you at some point- and soon. Wouldn't say about what. But I have a feeling you know…?"
He cringed, faltering in gathering his things before his, now, much-needed shower. He pushed back his dark burgundy hair. "…Yeah," he sighed, his tone steeled and harsh. "I'm well aware. You'd do best to stay out of it. Wouldn't do you any favors in his books."
"Right, right…! Didn't mean to push any buttons, mate."
"I figured as much." He paused, pulling out a gray button-up. He could see the faintest flickering of his khaki eyes staring back at him in the window. "Is that it?"
"Yessir."
He hung up the phone, tossing it onto the bed with a pair of pressed slacks. He frowned, more thoughtful than before, raking both hands through his hair.
"I seriously hope he pays up on that extended vacation. Tracking kids of aristocrats at this hour. Is he daft?!"
He swore in grumbles, making his way from his bedchambers to the larger-than-needed bathroom. The door slammed behind him, and the sound of water pouring from the shower-head drowning out his displeasure.
The banter, the chatter. How disgusting. How they mingled and socialized, as if it weren't an underground child auction. It hadn't taken long to locate one. It hadn't taken long to locate this one in particular. The problem that bothered the man dressed in; black slacks, black dress shirt, black coat, black gloves, black shoes… The problem that nagged very quietly in the back of his well-groomed head, was how there was no clear lead or leader to the circle. But he was not bothered like he should be. His contract had been to find Ciel Phantomhive, and return him to what little of his family still remained.
Though, he grinned behind a black eye mask, he had to admit- the old steward had trumped him a bit in his intuition. The boy was alive, if all descriptions of him were accurate. And chances were high, that he was one of the next specimens to be auctioned off next. Although, from what his sources had mentioned, he would be anything but cheap. But he wasn't here, in this untagged building, in the middle of the trash-washed streets of London, to buy the brat for his own pleasure. He was here, to eradicate whatever stood in the way of him and the kid. He had a paycheck waiting. But he'd enjoy the game. So he remained seated, sending empty grins to pretty little women who were watching the tall man in black, with his air of power, and youth.
He was young. And he had the look, a kind that could costume him into the upper division of society in more places than he could count. That was how he could slip into places like this; how he could charm his way to receive information. It was his trump card, his fallback, and his very first play in these games. He was neither a sinner, nor a saint. Though he'd been asked many times upon completion of his contracts- if he was neither, what was he? He'd only ever simper, sending his cliental a sultry look of complete amusement. "If I had to choose, I'd prefer to be called a sinner, like all others of our race. But if I had to be labeled? Well then…where would the fun be in that?"
And he'd vanish, like a crow in the night.
People murmured around him with too much excitement, the lights dimming again in that stuffy, over-packed room. Too many people for his liking.
An overly-indulged middle-aged man, behind a mask of gold and silver- how pompous, took center stage again. Ah. Another child to be sold. The man began to babble excitedly, about the rarity of the next specimen. How lovely he was indeed! Ha. A child was no toy, no dolly to play with. Even the man in black, with his equally black heart, could differentiate the morality of wrong from right.
But once the cage had been rolled to the stage and uncovered for all to see, even he could see as to why they were so excited to sell him. Small, young, with large cobalt eyes, and downy-soft charcoal hair- Ciel Phantomhive was indeed the prize to be seen. Crow had to give credit where credit was due- the child's physical features were nigh impossible to replicate. Compatible genetics from both sides, lucky him.
Immediately the crowd launched from their seats, waving their paddles high in the air, shouting and shrieking ludicrous prices for the child.
So Crow took his leave. He rose slowly, unassuming, backing away, ducking down, slipping between bodies that were willing to pay their own souls to have entitlement to the boy. He slipped away, out the doors that shut with a soft click- inaudible over the racket inside. His feet moved swift and silent over marble floors as he took a right down the corridor, changing his path once another alcove came upon him. He'd mapped the area prior to arrival, even checking it out in the daylight when people came and went during the workday. So he knew by easy memorization the route and location of the stage's backdoor. He nudged the door open with the toe of his dress shoes and shoulder, its lock not in place; unsurprised, he figured as much. Along the way, he'd buttoned and secured his coat's high collar. Masked by both the coat and eye mask, he sauntered in silence, remaining in the backstage shadows. He pulled a slim S&W 1911 Bobtail from the concealed protection of his coat. He was oddly fond of this one, a reminder from one trip to the States he'd taken a few years ago. A souvenir, as he started a new clean slate.
The mahogany of his irises glimmered by the dim, dim lights, barely flickering behind the mask. He stepped. Another. His pace slowing significantly as the gleeful auctioneer continued reaping in higher bids. Poor fool.
He lifted the firearm, raising it to eyelevel and pointing. He grinned.
"Three million pounds!" An enthusiast- who clearly salivated at the prospect of owning the poor child.
BANG.
Clean shot through the side of his head. Crow locked the safety of his gun, placing it back into his coat, waltzing to the stage as the bidders finally silenced their bidding war when their seller fell down dead.
"I'm sorry to say, but this party is over." Crow grinned down from the stage. They stared up at him in fear. He relished in it, feeding from their palpable emotion like a drug. "Isn't it about time you all…leave?"
The doors were nearly ripped from their hinges as the rich sheep screamed and fled the scene in their chaotic flock.
He looked over his shoulder, noting the nearly dead look in the young eyes staring up at him. He continued watching the boy, as the boy watched him- even as he crouched down and sought the cage's keys from the auctioneer.
"…Who are you?"
He didn't answer the boy, even as he unlocked the door. He noticed, once up close, the opaque film of his right eye. That would need medical attention…
"…Why are you here? …Why did you help me?"
Crow finally took it upon himself to answer. "I was hired to. No more. No less."
~.:*:.:*:.~
Within six weeks of the deal, the young Phantomhive child was located and returned to where he was needed. Indeed, he had been right- the boy's eye was not in good shape. No one was sure if his eyesight would ever clear in it. It was doubtful, but there was no harm remaining faintly hopeful.
Yes, Crow had brought him to the hospital immediately, after calling in to Tanaka. The old man rushed to meet them, with Anne Dalles hopping into the driver's seat of her luxury car; with her paycheck and no family to support, she found it appropriate to spend on herself as she saw fit.
The doctors and nursing staff had wanted to question the black-clothed man. But that was not of their jurisdiction. They rushed to check and treat little Ciel, leaving all question as to what happened out of it.
So Crow remained in the back of the room, standing a stark contrast to the white of the medical walls in all of his black attire. Angelina and Tanaka came barreling in not too terribly long later, as the doctor was finishing wrapping a bandage around Ciel's bad eye.
Through the cobalt of his remaining eye, the glassy texture of watery tears coated the orb. "G-grampa…!"
The old steward lurched forward, bringing the small boy into his arms. "Young master…! You…really are alive…!"
The vivacious woman in red swooped in, caging the child into a second embrace, trapped between the two ecstatically sobbing adults. When they pulled away, still crying, the child finally managed to meekly ask Tanaka what had happened. But he held no answers. The child's face fell, hardening like old weathered stone.
Crow could see the traces of lost innocence, curiously noting the change in the steeling of his small face. The boy could no longer be seen as a child. How curious…
"You."
The boy's eyes were on him. So the man in black reciprocated the gaze. By that point, Angelina finally noticed him, bolting upright and tense. After all, she knew not of his existence until that night, with her missing nephew in tow.
Ciel's one eye frowned. "You're dangerous."
His lips quirked. "Are you just now figuring that out?"
The child scowled more. "Of course not. But…just what are you?"
Crow chuckled quietly. "I am whatever my contractor needs me to be. A shadow to the law, who sweeps up the filth that likes to play by their own rules." He sobered. "Why?"
Ciel turned thoughtful. "I want revenge. For my parents, and for myself for what happened after they…" He trailed off.
"Ciel!"
His one eye turned to his aunt. "I know what I'm doing, Aunt Anne."
"But Ciel, we don't know this man. It's a bloody miracle he brought you back to us. We oughtn't pester him farther…"
"Now wait a minute Angelina…"
"No, Tanaka!"
"Enough."
All eyes fell to Ciel. He was staring at the newcomer, garbed in black. "I want to hire you. I want to find who did this. What say you to a deal? I can pay you whatever it is that you're asking."
"Ciel!"
The boy shook his head. "I've made up my mind. I've been around him for hours, and he hasn't tried to hurt me. Even Tanaka trusted him enough to find me. Besides- I need a chess piece to trump the game."
Tanaka placed a wrinkled hand over Anne's shoulder. "My lady, please see reason. If nothing else, Ciel is in danger for now. Now granted, we have no idea who this man is. But I'm willing to stake my life on the fact that should Master Ciel hire him, he will remain loyal under contract. He is young, and intelligent. He found him, Angelina. He brought Ciel back."
She bit her red-red bottom lip, eyeing her nephew and the black-clothed man. She finally sighed.
Ciel looked to the man again, having received no answer. "So? What say you?"
The man simpered, brushing a gloved hand over his exposed chin. "Now why would I agree to work for a brat?"
"I have money. And my life is on the line. Besides, wouldn't you like something more difficult to challenge you than finding me?"
The kid made a good point. Crow brushed a hand over his chin again. "Then I suppose we'll need to formalize what this contract entails. A precaution before I accept any job I'm considering taking on."
Blood pooled at his feet, lapping against designer dress shoes and slacks. A burgundy-black eyebrow twitched. Another pair I need to burn.
Behind him, a trembling boy with angel-blond hair huddled trembling. He hadn't stopped since before the Spider arrived. And he hadn't escalated nor calmed as the arachnid consumed the nest he'd found his target in. A small town in France. Oh, the big boss was going to be most unpleased to learn that it had wandered so close to one of his turfs. Oh well, he did as ordered, leaving no one alive to squeal. All that remained for him to do was set the place ablaze, and get the kid to headquarters; the closest being located in Paris. But there were other children, all part of a sex trafficking ring consisting of children as the products. He'd have to call in. Let the big boss send out a crew to relocate them. Then the warehouse could be torched. Funny, the entire system was catacombs, a labyrinth to find and decode. There were still no answers. Just victimized children, and a different spider's web of where it originated. Oh he was not going to be happy with whatever came his way next…
He turned on his heel, stooping to pick up the child. There was no protest, only more silent sobs wracking a malnourished body. He swept the two of them out through the shadows, winding down alleyways where the light was nigh existent. He'd been smart, parking blocks away. Dawn was approaching, however, and he needed to hurry before he was seen- the same for the eerily silent warehouse located inconspicuously in the middle of Bordeaux's midtown district. Finally the hood of his car came into view. He fumbled, not ungracefully, to unlock the damned rental. He was quick to settle the child into the passenger's seat. But when he made to leave, the child would not let go of his undershirt (the button up he'd been wearing having gone to cover Alois's stark-naked body).
"Alois, let go," he reprimanded gently, taking the boy's bony fists into his own large palms. "I'm not leaving you behind, there's no need to worry. I need you to let go now, so I can get you to a safe place. Okay? Can you do that?"
The boy nodded meekly, finally letting go of his trembling vice grip, allowing the grownup to buckle him in.
So Spider hurried to the driver's side, buckling himself to the seat. The engine revved, and he quickly sped down the road. He fiddled with the sound system, the small computer screen beeping quietly as he sifted through…contact numbers? A dial tone sounded. And then a voice, smooth and resonating with an authority the child did not yet know.
"Yes?"
"Assignment complete. We're en route to the capital as we speak."
"Well done. What about their safe house?"
Spider grimaced. "Negative. There are, according to my quick count, approximately twenty-seven more still inside. A crew needs to head in and relocate them. Then the place can be wiped off the map."
A soft sigh. "It cannot be helped. Well done, Faustus. But then, it is expected whenever I give you an assignment. I'll see you in five hours."
Spider chuckled. "What? No extra time in case of traffic or construction?"
A reciprocated chuckle of amusement. "Don't push it, Arachnid."
~.:*:.*:.~
The interior of the meeting room never changed. Always dark reddish woods, lavish tables well preserved and glossed, and the same black plush chairs. Always impeccable. Always homey. And always foreboding. It was well into the afternoon. Big boss was busy with paperwork and conference calls, plus a few favors here and there. Child trafficking wasn't his only focus. There was always crime. Crime topside, and crime underground. But what else was to be expected when he doubled as a high-power judge in the light in France, and the mob boss of one of the Irish mafias, with territory scattered across both France and Ireland, and connections in more places than could be counted on all one's fingers and toes? Eryl Coalter. A man of law, of morality. A good man all around, with good intentions, and giving opportunity to many. It was because of him that Faustus was stable financially and mentally. The Spider looked to the window from his seat at the table. He was tired, yes, but not worried. Big boss liked him well enough, and he'd succeeded in bringing Alois to him safely. Now the boy was being looked after by Eryl's own company- the man had his own medical team at his disposal even topside.
But he had to admit, he always hated Paris. Spider sighed tiredly. He always had, always would. But Eryl's wife, Reine, was from France. A model in her youth- Hell, she's still a lovely sight to see, she refused to leave her home behind even now. So they periodically switched residences between Ireland, France, and on occasion Britain. How did he know all of this? He was a private freelancer under Coalter, and had been since he was in his late teen years. He could do as he pleased, and work as he saw fit, unless big boss called.
It was a damn good thing he enjoyed his job well enough.
The door clicked open, only to click shut behind the soft tapping of unhurried steps.
"Faustus, my Arachnid." That smooth voice, aged well and still cheeky even as he neared fifty- less than two years to go. Graying red-orange hair from deep Irish roots, a well-humored smile. Eryl Coalter, the big boss himself. "You've done well, son. As is expected."
Faustus looked up as the boss placed a warm hand over his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. He returned the greeting with a subtle nod of his head, a polite grin stretched over his sharp face. "Yessir. It wasn't easy, but it went smoother than anticipated."
The boss sat down in a plush chair beside his young employee. "Which is one issue we need to discuss."
Face falling, Faustus sighed tiredly. "There are no obvious leads, no traces, as to who is in charge. This isn't the only incident of child trafficking. I've been keeping an eye out, as per your request, Sir. But every account of them leads to dead ends. I've consulted with the others you've tasked to find answers. We're coming up short."
Coalter nodded politely, listening as his Spider went into detail everything that he knew, up to the rescue of young Alois Trancy. He looked sharply to his young protégé, eyes zeroing in on his irises once he'd silenced himself. "Which brings me to your next assignment, Faustus. Until we find and eliminate the individual, or individuals, responsible for this heinous crime, I'm placing Alois under your care."
"W-what?!" Spider spluttered. "Pardon me, Sir. But you expect me to…beg pardon for this terminology, but you're expecting me to become a full time baby-sitter?"
"Yes." Coalter quirked a brow. "Is that a problem, Spider?"
He cringed. "I wouldn't say I'm qualified to watch a kid. I track answers, I piece puzzles together, and I kill. What about that screams 'child-friendly', if I may inquire?"
Big boss grinned. "Because you're sharp in intellect, your intuition is always at top bracket, and because you can kill cleanly and without hesitation when the need arises. You can very obviously keep the boy safe."
"If his life is so precious, how is he expected to finish his education?" Anything to try and weasel his way out of this assignment. Anything.
Coalter cackled from outright humor. "No backing out of this, Faustus. Besides, just call her up."
Her. Faustus sent Coalter a wary look. "…What makes you so sure she will want any part of this? If you're involved, Sir, she'll hightail out of it…"
"She won't if you ask."
Spider's face hollowed. "You give our companionship too much credit. There is only so far she'll listen to me."
"Nonsense!" Coalter was sure; sure of the situation, and sure that she would help if it involved a child in need. "She's qualified with a degree in education- has been for nearly two years now. Enjoys helping children in school. She's currently living in London. Teaching part time, and working at a pub in the evenings."
"You let her what…?"
"Relax. He was willing to take the job when I called him up and told him I needed someone to watch over her."
If he was involved, then Faustus supposed he could trust she was in capable hands. He stretched, kinks cracking as his spine was forced to bend. "Well, I suppose I'll call her when I return to London, then…"
"Yes indeed." Coalter sent his Spider a knowing smirk. "Maybe see if she's willing to grab a drink. It would be a…wonderful opportunity for the two of you to catch up. Maybe rethink the engagement."
Faustus halted all movement, another wary look passed from him to Coalter. "She won't go for it. She didn't want it the first time you mentioned it. She won't change her mind now."
"It's worth a chance, though." Coalter's face hardened; not at his employee, but at the reality and truth. "Faustus. I want my daughter home. Enough of this foolish gallivanting. Her place is here, with her family. Don't you agree, Claude?"
"…" The Spider fell silent. Normally, he wasn't much of a talker. His boss? Sure, he could have a good laugh, grab a bite to eat or go out in general and the experience was always pleasant. He considered Eryl to be a father figure in his rather fucked up young life. He'd taken bad turns, and was spiraling down a very bad road at one point. And that man had taken him by the arm, and saved him from a plunge into black waters best left unexplored. But when it came to her? He couldn't answer, because part of him disagreed- the only time he'd disagree.
He cleared his throat, giving his boss a trademark, callous smirk instead, despite the gray-hollowness still palpable to his face. "So I take it I'm moving once I return with Young Trancy?"
Coalter chuckled, patting the young man on the shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "My boy, my dear Spider- your things are being moved as we speak."
Oh joy. Permanent babysitting, relocating, and another shot at matchmaking without consent from either of us. He owes me an extended vacation once this situation is done and dealt with. I'll demand for it, if I must.
Author's Endnote:
So here we are guys! A new story, because I'm procrastinating on homework, and this story is nagging at me! So the first two chapters are setting up a few characters (mainly the adults this revolves around). Third chapter will be the real start of the plot, which will be set about two years from now? So twelve year old Ciel, thirteen year old Alois for the rest of the story. Or older, depending how long this runs for~
I apologize for any and all errors, please try to disregard them if possible. (: I'm not trying to be perfect (nothing is, anyway!), and am just having a bit of fun concocting this new universe.
I'm so excited guys! Lots of drama, lots of very touchy subjects, I can't wait to dip my fingers into this!
Love, AoZ~
