"Mother, Mother!" A small boy called. "Daddy taught me how to play chess!"
A tall woman with orange-brown hair opened her arms, and the boy ran into them. The woman ruffled his blue hair affectionately, and when he looked up and smiled at her, she laughed and fixed his hair, combing her fingers through it. "Well, Ciel," she said, "how about you show me how to play?"
"Okay!" Ciel answered happily, and retreived the chess board and peices from a little chest against the wall. He set it on the table in the center of the room and, with a little struggle, pulled himself up onto one of the big red armchairs, crossing his legs underneath him. He began to set up the peices, giving himself the black peices and his mother the white.
"Now tell me, Ciel," his mother began, humoring him. "How do you play this game you call chess?" She did, of course, know how to play, but Ciel seemed so happy and excited to have learned something new.
"Well, the little pawns move one space, the knights move in the shape of an 'L', and the queen..." He paused and pondered the complicated menouvers. He finally looked up with a hint of angruish at his mother and said defeatedly, "Why, I can't remember how to play!"
"Why don't we get your father in the room?" his mother, Rachel, suggested. "You two can be on a team and verse me."
"Okay!" Ciel said happily, his blue eyes twinkling, and ran off on small legs to his father's office up the stairs. Opening the door, he called happily, "Father, let's play chess!"
Vincent Phantomhive looked up from his papers. As he tapped them on the regal tabletop, the blue ring on his left hand sparkled. "Hmm... I suppose I have time for one game," he said, adding happily, "and we need to put your new chess skills to the test." He put the papers down, picking Ciel up and spinning him in a half-circle like an airplane, causing Ciel to laugh and his father to stumble and smile. "Let's go, shall we?"
They walked together back downstairs, Ciel leading like he knew the house better than it's head. Once they reached the game of chess once more, his father sat in an armchair on Ciel's side of the board and Ciel sat next to him.
"Ah, Vincent," Rachel said. "I see you've come down to play a game of chess. We'll see how often you come down again after I beat you!" She retorted playfully.
"We're going to beat you, mother!" Ciel said in the same tone. He looked up at his father. "Right, father?"
"Absolutely right," Vincent said. "Now, Ciel, what do you do first?"
"Move the pawn!" Ciel said, leaning forward to tap it's round black head with his index finger and lightly pushing it forward a space, from white square to black. He looked up hopefully at his father. "Right?"
"Right!" his father answered, lightly patting his shoulder. "How about you make the next move? You're much better than me at this game."
Vincent was, of course, the best at chess in the manor. He'd been playing since he was Ciel's age, and that is quite a long time, considering he'd soon simply be ash buried in boken glass, floorboards, and a single ring with a blue gemstone at the head.
So the simple, care-free game of chess continued on, with everyone in the household completely unaware of the upcoming predicament which would involve two horrible deaths, a raging fire, and an emotionless child who would soon encounter a predicament himself.
Rachel moved a white pawn, but the game of life had already begun.
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I finally thought up a good plot.
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...No.
A ton of you jerks are probably thinking, "Gawd, what is that?"
You'll just have to wait and see, won't you? 'Cause maybe you're just a little baby and maybe you can't handle this sort of story yet. YOU BETTER BUY SOME TISSUES, SIR, AND MAKE SURE THEY'RE ON SALE, 'CAUSE YOU'RE GONNA NEED A LOT.
Many chapters to come. They'll be much longer than this in the future. Hang on to your butts.
~Mitsuki
