Ciel smiled triumphantly as she brushed the dust off of her cloak. It was stained dark crimson with the blood of her opponents. In her hands, she gripped the smooth bandaged handle of her katanas.
"Oh look, I won again. What a surprise." she answered monotonously, her lips curling into a smug smirk.
The grunts of the other noblemen only served in boosting her arrogance, which flared out of control, as it always did after a victory.
Whispers and points came from the bystanders, along with some quiet giggling and gossiping from the noblewomen. However, amidst the generally amused audience, one man looked as if he had shit his pants. In the angry way, of course.
However, he was restrained by his best friend and brother, who held a tight grip on his arm. "At ease, Lucius. You knew this would happen if you disowned her." he tried to soothe, but to no avail.
"She's making a fool out of herself. Who in their right mind would want to marry that twat now?" he muttered dangerously under his breath.
"Well as one could say, you are not the father!" his generally more lighthearted brother joked, "Not anymore, at least." he whispered under his breath.
Lucius's face morphed into something demonic, "Give me my sword, I'm going to wipe that arrogant smirk off her face. Along with a few limbs." he growled.
"Lucius, you'll kill her." his brother deadpanned. "Probably not accidentally, either." he muttered.
"That's the point." the other replied harshly.
Meanwhile, the incredibly arrogant twat as labeled by Lucius was deep in thought (for once). "Hmm. What now, I wonder? All the guys here are weak shit." Ciel thought to herself, lips pursuing in thought.
Ciel (ex) Lockrone, recently disowned daughter and swordswoman extraordinaire, smiled childishly as she formed another great scheme in her head. She placed her fist on her open palm as a sign of a mastermind in thinking.
"I shall become a great warrior!" she decided. She flipped some of her waist length raven hair, adding some dramatic flair she obviously needed, "Not that I'm not already, tsk tsk." she wagged her finger.
"I'm going to murder her." Lucius's eyes narrowed, as his brother struggled even more to keep him in place.
Of course, Ciel had to make it worse for her pitiful uncle. "No, no, even better! I shall become," she looked haughtily up to the sky, "A pirate!" she decided boldly, raising a fist as if to reach the heavens.
"Give me my sword, I swear to Enel- Blare! Where is my sword?!" the enraged ex-father hissed.
The crowd of nobles's voices grew in volume and excitement at Ciel's loud statement.
"You go girl!" one excited noblewomen yelled, at the expense of her appalled husband.
Ciel smiled at her 'fans' and waved a hand, "At ease, friends. I understand your excitement, but you're all shredding the last pieces of my humbleness." she explained delicately.
"Run, Ciel!" Blare hissed, his arms trembling from keeping Lucius in place for so long. Lucius had somehow managed to swipe a sword from an unsuspecting noble, and he would have cut down Blare's own arms had they not been brothers.
Ciel gave one last 'told-you-I-knew-what-I-was-doing' grin to Lucius before charging for the harbor where she kept her small rowboat. It was a present from her late mother. As expected, the lack of feminine influence in the young ex-noble's life had an resulted in vast manliness. Not that she minded, of course.
"Wait, Ciel-sama!" a maid yelled from the distance.
Ciel turned her head to face her personal maid, Hista. She smiled cockily, and held up a hand in greeting, "Yo sweetcakes, how's it going?" Ciel, following the example of drunken noblemen in bars, had adopted a very flirtatious manner of speaking to anything remotely feminine that moved. Her interest lied only in boys, and this was understood by everyone, but it never did stop the annoyed blush that rose in Hista's cheeks. "Ciel-sama, stop."
"Awe, sugar, you're gonna get wrinkles if you keep frowning-" Ciel pouted.
"Take this." Hista demanded, thrusting a full backpack into Ciel's unsuspecting arms. She could never stand talking to her young master for long periods of time. "It'll keep you surviving for a while." she explained. "It has food, a compass, water, a change of clothes-"
"How sweet of you, Deliah-" Ciel smiled thoughtfully.
"It's Hista." she corrected immediately.
Ciel winked and waved a hand, "Wait for me to come back." she replied, as if in a cliche romance chick flick.
"I won't." Hista deadpanned.
"Tsunderes are so cute." Ciel smirked, talking as if Hista couldn't hear her at all.
"I can still hear you, Ciel-sama." Hista grit her teeth and smiled forcibly.
"I know, darlin'." Ciel replied, hopping into her rowboat and pulling out the oars. A manly sparkle shined in her eyes as she turned her head to face Hista with a thumbs up. "I'll come back for you after I've become a real man-"
"Your royal father will cry." Hista rolled her eyes.
That snapped Ciel momentarily out of her manly stupor, "You mean ex bastard. Opps. Father, I meant." Ciel cooed innocently. "He's still a baaastard." she hissed.
Hista rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time before kicking the rowboat ahead, letting it catch a wave. "I don't know why I bothered. Don't drown! You'll sink!"
"I know! I wonder why, though? All the other guys don't drown..." Ciel thought to herself. "Anywho, bye sweetie! I promise I'll learn how to swim and make you proud!" she waved excitedly from the distance.
Hista smiled sadly to herself, "You never will, Ciel-sama..." she muttered quietly. "But this weakness will be your greatest strength in the end." she finished her monologue.
"I will learn how to swim, mon amour-!" Ciel yelled.
"You're not supposed to hear monologues!" Hista hissed.
A whole lot of crack. Anyway, Ciel might be a little mary sue at times, but only for comedy's sake. She isn't gonna win every fight, and not everything is going to go her way though. Join the partay for whole lot of laughs, tears and all that good melodramatic teenage drama stuff.