Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters portrayed in this story, they all belong to Yana Toboso.
Warnings: Not much for this chapter, just some slight swearing. But if you are a fan of Lizzie, don't read this fanfic.
What the hell.
Ciel couldn't believe what he was seeing. Anger coursed through his veins, he tried to control it, but to no avail.
"Sebastian!" He growled. "Get rid of this obscenity at once."
Sebastian glanced at him seriously, and almost in relief, mumbled "Yes, my lord."
All of a sudden, a high pitched whine echoed through the manor, causing Ciel to clap his hands over his ears and Sebastian to wince. Ciel glared at the source.
"But Cieeeeell!" cried Lizzie. "I made the manor sooo cute for you! How could you possibly take it down?" she whined and gave Ciel puppy eyes. Ciel's exposed eye twitched in irritation.
"How can you call THIS cute!" he barked, making Mey'Rin, Finny and Bard, who were standing to the side, jump slightly. Ciel ignored them and continued to glare at the cottencandy-pink walls, with baby blue ribbons hanging from every single spot possible. "You've turned my manor into a circus house."
As he eyed a particularly bright bow settled on one of the chairs, he heard a small sniffle. He sighed internally, and almost externally. Of course, he thought. It always comes down to this. Every time I get angry, she just cries her way into sympathy and thinks that she can get away with it. I wish that she would just get it through her thick sku- He stopped his dark train of thought before he got himself worked up.
He closed his eyes for a second, calming himself, before striding up to his fiancé. Tears quietly leaked out of her eyes as she looked up at Ciel. She drew in a shuddering breath, prepared to give Ciel the same old speech that she told him every other time that she pulled these stunts, but he simply stopped her by holding up his hand.
He plastered a small, fake small to his face, knowing that it would fool her. Like every other time.
"Lizzie, you need to understand that you can't keep doing this. This is MY manor, not yours. You have your own, that you can do whatever you want with. My manor is tailored to my likes, not yours." He spoke softly, as to not seem so harsh. He needed to keep the effect that the smile had on her, after all.
"But… I just wanted to make you happy Ciel… I thought…" She whimpered loudly. Her faced seemed to scrunch up slightly, and she dropped her head towards the ground, so her face was no longer visible. "No. I give up. No matter what I do, it never pleases you! You never take me seriously."
Tear fell onto the ground, as silence filled the large, pink and blue room. Ciel's eyes widened, but she continued anyway. "I try so hard to make you smile, because that is all I want. I just want to see you smile, for real. But you never do, you are never truly happy, Ciel. You just pretend for the rest of us, while your eyes give away the fact that you are never smiling on the inside, and it drives me mad!"
Ciel continued to stare in shock at his fiancé. He could feel his resolve start to snap, but he struggled to contain it for the sake of keeping up the appearance of this farce of a relationship. No matter how much it annoyed him, he knew that if he wanted to stay in the good sights of the other noblemen, he would have to pretend as though he even wanted to be in this relationship with Lizzie.
He took a deep breath, and probed around his mind to find any amount of emotion that he could pour into his smile. "Lizzie, what nonsense do you speak of? Why would I pretend to be happy in my own manor?" He took a slight breath to continue, but Lizzie stopped him dead in his tracks.
Slowly, she whispered "Because you need me to make others happy, and you know that the other nobles would start to question what you are even doing here if you didn't use me as your personal shield." Ciel felt his blood jolt slightly at the sound of her words. "Because you don't want the other nobles to know what dark things you do, the things that make my skin crawl every time you get a letter from the queen, and make my blood run cold every time you return, with an evil, yet satisfied look in your eye. You simply put on an act so that no one questions you, no one opposes what you do. And you think that everyone is oblivious to what you do behind the shield of the queen, the shield that is me."
At that point, Ciel's resolve to keep his relationship with Lizzie was thinner than a spider's thread. But Lizzie's next words completely snapped it, and had Ciel struggling slightly to breathe.
Lizzie looked up between the hair that had fallen over her face. "Isn't that right, Queen's Guard Dog?"
Ciel staggered slightly as a wave of relief washed through every cell in his body, his face downcast.
His body felt light, and for a second he felt giddy and carefree. A quiet, manic laugh forced its way through his lips. He couldn't help it anymore. The laugh grew and grew, until he was clutching his sides in an attempt to breathe. When it finally settled down, insane little giggles still slipped out.
All the servants, except Sebastian, were now hiding behind a pillar, fear across their faces. Sebastian simply stood calmly behind his master, the tiniest of smirks playing on his lips.
Ciel lifted his head, casting a sadistic, amused look towards Lizzie. Lizzie felt her knees start to buckle beneath her, as she looked into eyes that made her blood freeze and her heart drop to the ends of her toes.
Eyes, that she could've sworn flashed a bright, blood red.
And her heart shattered as Ciel spoke words that she would never forget.
"Finally!" He exclaimed, tilting his head back slightly in relief, grin splayed across his face. He stayed like that for a second, before dropping back down and glaring at Lizzie through his fringe. "I don't have to pretend I care anymore. I don't have to put up with these fucking ribbons and bows, or these bloody colours that hurt my eyes." Lizzie gasped at the pure malice that echoed in his whisper. "I don't have to pretend that I care about your stupid drama, your senseless gossip and annoying dances."
Ciel walked towards Lizzie as she backed away, unable to look away from those cold icy, rage filled eyes. She only looked away when her back hit a wall, and Ciel leaned in close to her ear.
"And finally, I don't have to pretend that I care about you."
Ciel watched his betrothed, as she hung her head. He couldn't see her expression as all emotion and colour drained from her face.
After a minute, she called out in a complete deadpan, "Paula, bring the carriage. We are leaving." She calmly walks out of the manor with her servant trailing her, head bent low, no emotions being betrayed by her movements.
Yet all Ciel can do is sigh in relief.
Thanks so much if you took the time to read this :) This is my first fanfic, so it probably is really shit, but I'm testing it out. For future chapter, there will be a healthy amount of fluff and at the end some smut. If you've enjoyed it so far, please stay tuned :)
