Once again the Queen had called upon her loyal lapdog Ciel Phantomhive, to keep her people safe. The current dilemma was as follows… Someone had been kidnapping young girls around the age of fifteen and selling them as slaves on the black market. Black market being a part of the Underworld…Ciel's territory, therefore it was his duty to find those responsible and end them, permanently.
All leads up to this point had come up blank. The lack of information had brought both Ciel and his faithful black knight Sebastian to the Undertaker's doorstep, not the urge for a friendly visit. Sebastian opened the door for his young master as the mentioned teenager crossed the threshold with his usual cold demeanour, not knowing that this visit would lead to him becoming engulfed in an inferno.
No-one said fate was fair, nor did they say luck was on his side… but that depends on which way you looked at the situation.
"Ah my young earl, a pleasure as always, what can I help you with?" The Undertaker spoke as he got out of the coffin on the wall.
"There have been a string of murders of fifteen year old girls In the area and the Queen has entrusted me to stop the murder before more harm can be done. What do you know of the situation?" Ever stoic and cold the young bluenette gripped his cane tighter as the reaper's silence began to irate him. "What is the need for silence, I have little patience today Undertaker!" The teenager quipped much to Sebastian's own hidden amusement.
Ciel quickly grew annoyed at the Undertaker's sudden bout of silence so he began to allow his mind to wander, a practice he rarely indulged.
"Young master," Sebastian placed a hand on Ciel's shoulder braking his stupor, "the Undertaker has demanded his usual price."
"Well then Sebastian make the loon laugh, that's an order," his marking glowing unseen by all except Sebastian.
"Yes my young lord." Flashing an emotionless smile as an entirely to evil thought crossed his mind as he glanced at Clarette's dress as it suddenly turned fuchsia in his mind. "This actually happened, three years ago the young earl Phantomhive was ordered to stop Jack the Ripper and in order to do this he was prepared to go the extreme measures," Ciel gave a start in shock as realisation dawned on him about what Sebastian was talking about. "The main suspect, Viscount Druitt was suspected to be the cause and we needed bait, a young girl however since none were available my young master… or perhaps my young mistress spent the entire being handled by the Viscount in an adorable pink, frilly, bow dress complete with corset and stockings. I can't remember were you in heels that night young mistress… oh pardon me my lord I meant young master."
Sebastian looked as sorry the Undertaker who was laughing uncontrollably, rolling on the floor.
"Yes they were two inch heels actually." Ciel hissed through clenched teeth thoroughly embarrassed about that piece of information out about him being expressed out in the open, glad of his emotional control since without it he was sure he would be blushing an unhealthy shade of crimson. Inwardly cursing Sebastian to the high heavens and praying that Ash would be waiting there for him to eternally torment the bugger.
"Well my young lord…or do you prefer lady. It seems all your collaborations with the redhead have rubbed off on you." With that even Sebastian gave a devlish chuckle as the young Phantomhive spluttered indignantly fumbling over his own tongue as he fought to form the coherent words he wanted. The end result was hysterically underrated.
"Did you just compare me to Grell Sutcliff?!" Finally Sebastian lost it, he couldn't help it, the sight of his master barely restraining himself from throwing a full blown temper tantrum as he went red with anger looking outraged at the Undertaker before turning his gave to the now laughing demon butler.
"Sebastian! He just compared me to that prancing, love sick, damsel in distress poof! So stop laughing!" Of course that didn't help anyone at all.
"But … young master… how many times have…I…had…to save you? Is…that…not the…definition of…a…a…damsel!" Laughter consuming the butler once more Ciel turned to the Undertaker.
"Look just tell me what you know about the case and we'll be going, my servant needs to be taught his place." Ciel had once more regained his composure and sure enough with it came his cruel calculating mind and a sadistic smile on his lips.
"Well you'll need bait and since all the victims are fifteen year old females, often brunette and always beautiful you need to choose carefully. There is a ball in three days and I have my suspicions that the killer will strike again there. Until then I regret to tell you that there is nothing you can do."
"Sebastian, we must find a girl to fit the criteria and use her as bait. Of course this will be put in your hands."
"Of course my young mistress…lord" Sebastian smirked as his young master turned on his feet and made to leave the shop, leaving the once more hysterical Undertaker behind.
Once out of the shop Ciel got into the carriage without Sebastian's assistance waiting for the cool sword of fate to be placed in his hand. When Sebastian closed the door and sat opposite the boy wondering what his young master was going to do to "punish" him, no physical mundane torture would faze the demon so he was quietly certain that nothing of any significance would happen. He must have suffered a momentary lapse of brain matter in concern to whom he was dealing with.
Ciel on the other hand was waiting his sweet time, allowing the silence to sharpen his new found weapon, before striking up a conversation, "Sebastian what is your opinion on Grell Sutcliff," allowing his head to drop back on the cushioned upholstery.
"His is a vile being young master equal to rats and other vermin. May I enquire as to why he is the subject of your thoughts…," Ciel dangled the proverbial sword over Sebastian's head waiting for him to put his foot in it. Never being one to disappoint Sebastian sealed his fate in a single sentence. "It is most unbefitting of a lady to fantasise about a man so ill-suited to her," added the demon with a smirk.
"Oh just remembering an old promise, about the time of your absence I required its assistance and the price he stated was highly amusing." Now smirking at the look of curiosity on his butler's face the earl straightened up not wanting to miss a single second of Sebastian's reaction to his punishment.
"Oh, and what promise was that master?" The enquiry was precisely what the young earl had anticipated.
Ciel's POV
"Well it was more of a trade really when I think about it," no harm in prolonging things.
"In return for his protection I promised I would let him have you for the day, kisses and all…I think I even agreed tongues were allowed. I basically promised him he could play me for a day as far as you were concerned he could make you do anything he wants…anything." I chuckled and he relaxed knowing I was only kidding, "But you're a good servant never done anything wrong…" I trailed off and he paled, not something I thought possible. Haha, oh yes my demonic butler is by far my favourite piece to toy with and I do so love games. "Oh but that's right there's that small incident that happened not half an hour ago when you COMPLETELY HUMILIATED ME IN FRONT OF ONE OF MY SOURCES!" I raised myself so I was crouching over him not being able to stand because of the carriage roof, before sitting back down as if nothing had happened. "Besides I did say I would punish you and if I went back on my word what kind of master would I be?"
Normal POV
Sebastian felt as though he had been slapped in the face, his own words being altered and thrown back at him he felt a tad sick, or at least he would have if he were not a demon. But he was and if it wasn't for the contract Ciel would have been dead precisely thirty-four seconds ago.
As fate had never been a fan of demonic fraternising forces it backed the Phantomhive head wholeheartedly so much so that when gleeful master and sickened servant arrived at the manor a useful pawn was awaiting them on the doorstep.
"Bassy, my love I have waited forever to gaze at your crimson eyes again. Sweet Bassy come away with me my love, please!" The generally confused love sick reaper continued to pour his heart out to the disgusted man of his affections while the demon's master looked on with a slight sadistic smile, after a few minutes said sadist saw fit to interrupt.
"Grell, do you remember the day we took fought Joker and his dolls?"
The question took the redhead by surprise but he nodded none the less and murmured a slight yes just as he returned his longing gaze on Sebastian once more who looked more than a little scared.
"Well I have decided the promise I made to you is to be carried out, you may have your Bassy at your command for a whole day, dusk till dusk. But I have one request."
Grell squealed in delight at the thought throwing himself at Ciel and giving him a quick embrace before moving to Sebastian, cooing at him and stroking his head while Sebastian looked ahead positively traumatised, scarred for life, frozen in horror as he heard the rest of the conversation.
"What? I'll do anything to have my darling Bassy." Wriggling his eyebrows suggestively at the demon seemed to wake him from his coma and a shudder to run through him. Ciel almost felt sorry for him…almost.
"Make sure to punish him, he has behaved appallingly and I myself am not much of a threat to him however you on the other hand…well. Let's just say now is a good time to see about children. Although I think since Sebastian made you wait so long he should bare them, only fair…right?"
"Right!" Grell's voice dropped as he whispered in Sebastian's ear.
"Sebastian this is an order you are to do anything and everything to make grell happy and do as he says for the next twenty-four hours and you may only come back here when I call you. Maybe now you will learn your place." With that Ciel proceeded to make his way to the door of his mansion hearing a brief "yes my lord," from behind followed by another comment.
"Oh Ciel you're too kind!" Grell shouted at Ciel's back.
Instantly knowing what to say in reply Ciel turned to face the reaper and the butler, both of whom were holding each other in an embrace, Sebastian grimacing over Grell's shoulder.
"You see I'm simply one hell of a master," and with that the door swung shut.