Warning: the following came out of my sick and twisted mind.
Rated M for: nudity, homosexual hinting,alcohol promotion, profanity, sexual content, and anything else I forgot…
Do not read if: under the age of 18, extremely religious, weak stomached, faint-of-heart, or if you're just an ass that would vote against gay marriage…
(if you qualify under any of the things above, besides the first one, please leave this page immediately)
Ownership: none… I only own the plot.
~Dobe
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Sebastian pulled back the curtains to Ciel's room, letting in the sight of dark grey clouds rolling in; the young boy rose to the sound of the thunder rumbling. The butler wore the usual black tail coat and black slacks, the shined white buttons done precisely, and not a wrinkle could be found in the outfit. He turned to his master with a cup of tea.
"Time to wake up, Bocchan." Sebastian whispered as he presented the cup to his master. The black-ish-blue haired boy sat up in the covers, rubbing his eyes as he let out a yawn. The young master sniffed, opening his eyes in recognition of the scent.
"Earl Grey this morning, Sebastian?" he mumbled sipping at the tea. Sebastian smirked, nodding at the boy of his correct guess. Ciel directed his unique eyes at his butler, one blue and the other purple with a pentagram surrounded by a circle with diamonds on it.
"Correct as always, Bocchan. Would you like for me to go over the day's schedule now or today's breakfast first?" Sebastian asked as he stood quietly at his master's side. Ciel took a few more sips before he answered.
"Schedule," Ciel answered as he pushed the covers down so he could climb out of the bed to get ready for the day. Letting out another yawn, he stretched then climbed out. Sebastian waited until Ciel was out of his bed before he started to change him. Starting with the long sleep gown pulling it over his head and pulling out another shirt and slid it over the boy's arms. He was buttoning the shirt when he spoke.
"For the morning, your violin lessons have been canceled for the day, due to Lady Governess getting ill. Due to weather conditions, the afternoon croquet game was canceled. So I moved up the date that you would review the new products that have been made by your designs. And this evening you are having dinner with your fiancée, Lady Elizabeth, as requested." Sebastian finished as he slid up Ciel's pants and buttoned them. He moved up to tie the silk ribbon into a bow as Ciel suppressed another yawn.
"That's fine; just make sure that Lizzie doesn't make my manor pink." He mumbled, moving his head so Sebastian could tie the black eye cover over his right eye. That done, Sebastian stood from his crouching position and walked to the door holding it open for Ciel. "And for breakfast?"
"We have sliced apples with brown sugar and cinnamon, and scones freshly baked from the bakery in town, and we have spiced sausages shipped in from Italy." He said as he escorted Ciel down the hallway filled with fancy painting and sculptures to the dining room down stairs.
"Fine." He replied shortly and bitterly. The young master was never a morning person, nor was he the rest of the day. On the young master's thumb was a blue ring, a hope diamond to be exact, which had been passed down for many generations, seeing the demise of all of its owners.
Occasionally the young boy will toy with the ring by habit. He often reaches to the area where the ring would be when it is not on. The boy, having seen much horrors, people would expect him to be terrified of things, but no the head of the Phantomhive family cannot be afraid of things, especially when they are the Queen's guard dog. Yes this young 12 year old child is the head of the Phantomhive family, an upper class family loyally under full control of the Queen.
"Bocchan?" Sebastian put his hand on the young master's shoulder getting his attention, from the daze he was in. Ciel never realized that they reached the dining room. It was luxuriously designed, with vivid colors and silk curtains. The chairs where lusciously plush and the table had the finest silver that glistened in the light and glass cups that were pristine clear. An exotic rug sat underneath the long oak table.
"Hm?" he looked at his butler, glaring at the smiling tall servant. This undyingly loyal servant who had saved his life on more than one occasion, who had stayed by his side through thick and thin, and who endured everything done by the master, no matter what.
"Nothing, my lord." He smirked and pulled the chair out for his master, allowing the boy to sit at the head of the table, filled with perfect food that steamed with heat and freshness. A new cup of tea was presented to the young master. Taking it leisurely he sipped at it reading the newspaper that sat beside a plate with plenty of everything on it. He glanced at the paper, skimming over the words, noticing nothing really bothersome was at bay.
A strike of lightening cracked, filling the sky and the manor with a vivid bright light for a few seconds. Thunder followed soon after, like a roll on large drums in the sky, or a long growl of displeasure. Unaffected by the sound or lightening, Ciel continued eating, slicing the sausages into bite size pieces after a close examination. Another lightening strike went off outside, lighting the darkened clouds for mere seconds before the darkness swallowed it.
"Mr. Sebastian!" The large doors to the dining room were opened quickly, as a maid entered. Large, round, cracked glasses that hid her eyes, red hair pushed back by a bonnet, and large clunky boots that stuck out from underneath her dress of white and black. She dashed in, tripping over her own feet, forcing Sebastian to catch her. Giving her the evil eye, he set her up right. She bowed apologetically as her face turned beet red.
Trailing behind her were two blondes, one a boy dressed in yellow plaid pants, and gardening gloves with a straw hat pulled back behind his shoulders. He had a white shirt that had some small tears and dirt covering it and his face. His blonde hair was held back with bobby pins. His eyes were big like saucer plates, obviously spooked by something. The other male was a chef but with goggles dangling around his neck, and a cigarette in his mouth. His hair was much shorter than that of the gardener's and much messier, obviously looking as though he got struck by the lightening going on outside.
"Honestly, Mey Rin. How many times must I tell you to not run in the manor?" Sebastian scolded the maid. She bowed again, as the blondes tried to explain.
"But Mr. Sebastian, this is urgent!" the gardener urged, he was obviously scared for some odd reason, though it didn't take much to scare the abnormally strong boy.
"Yeah, Sebastian. Lightening struck a tree, it did." The chef continued, the small gardener and the maid nodding in unison. Sebastian sighed in defeat and dismissed himself from his master's side to deal with the problem at hand. They trailed behind Sebastian, as he grumbled about the interruption.
"Finny, why didn't you just pick it up out of the way?" he scolded the abnormally strong gardener. Finnian's face flushed with embarrassment at the question, seeing as he was the only one strong enough to move it out of the way. Besides Sebastian, of course.
"Well you see, the tree is up against the house, it is. And well, I remembered last time that this happened I kind of damaged the house and I'm not sure how to get it out of the way without repeating history, Mr. Sebastian." He said with an embarrassed tone. Sebastian nodded in memory of the occurrence and sighed again.
"I guess there was no choice then... Let us hurry then, I have a schedule to keep." He said checking his pocket watch. They walked faster to the outer shell of the manor.
Said tree, was a large oak that had crashed into a second story window with lots of the outside damaged. The dying leaves crumbled as a strong breeze blew them into the house and on the ground. The tree roots were pulled out of the ground and dirt was tossed everywhere.
Sebastian looked displeased with the sight before him, the window obviously needing to be replaced and some of the brick would also need to be redone in the process. He pinched his temples as he looked at the horrid scene. The rain beat down on them and in the house. Sebastian looked at Finnian and then sighed.
"Finny, carefully lift the roots up but not out. Then pull it straight out of the area." Finnian looked at Sebastian with disbelief but did as he was told. Slowly pulling up the roots, he glanced from the roots to the window, each inch he lifted it up until it was on his shoulder. He glanced at Sebastian who nodded and he pulled it directly out and away from the manor.
Mey Rin and the chef sighed in relief as Sebastian walked away and returned into the manor. Finnian tossed it towards the other trees in the woods. Landing with a significant crash as it toppled over many other trees. The trio looked wide eyed in the direction of the incident and rushed off. Following the lead of Sebastian, they rushed to the door of the house. Finnian looked back at the damage as he was about to enter the house, a worried and saddened look crossed his feminine appearance. He turned but quickly looked back out into the rain to see a silhouette in the far distance near the damage.
He instantly ran towards the silhouette to rush to the person's aid if needed. It was as if he couldn't run fast enough, or like in a bad dream where no matter how much or how fast you run you don't seem to make much progress. It was almost as if he was getting farther away from the silhouette which had now fallen to the ground. He pushed his legs more, running faster as the rain pleated down on him blurring his vision.
He slowed as he reached the woods and saw nothing around the damage. He searched cupping his hands over his eyes to see a little better, but with no avail. "I could have sworn someone was out here!" he groaned in complaint to himself. As he turned to run back to the house, convinced that it was his imagination, a furry of white obscured his vision. A white that was shiny and slick with rain, but was as bright and soft as new fallen snow, it was long and graceful that seemed never ending.
Finnian batted away the white to see a tiny body lying splayed out. The body wore no coverage, revealing that it was a female. Her body shivered with the chill of the rain as it pleated down on her. Her breathing was shallow and labored coming out in short bursts, as her body shook. Finnian looked around distressed on whether he should run back, leaving her in the rain, and getting Mey Rin to bring her in or to bring her in himself, save of the flu. He looked from the door he would enter to the girl. The chef had taken a perch in the doorway and was continuously calling for him.
His decision made, throwing modesty out the door for now, he took off his shirt quickly and tried to look away as he slipped her into his clothing, which surprisingly fit her well. Though the soaked white shirt did little to help coverage wise, it was something warmer for her to wear. Finnian picked up her fragile body as carefully as he could and dashed back in the direction of the house.
The adrenaline was pumping through his veins, making him feel invincible. Finny ran faster, trying to get out of the rain. His heart pounding in his ears, not even the never ending sound of the rain could pierce through. The girl in his arms curled into him, the warmth was better than the rain. The muscles in his chest flexed at the touch of her fingers as the clinged to him. Long white hair falling down behind them as Finny ran. The chef looked flabbergasted at Finny as he ran into the shelter of the manor, his face heating up to an embarrassed blush. Both he and the girl soaked all the way to the bone. The pounding in his ears covered up the concerned questions of the chef.
"Mey Rin!" The chef yelled as he and Finny ran through the house tracking mud behind them. The clumsy maid appeared from the stair well.
"Yes, Bard?" she asked setting down the polish from her duty. She looked at Bard to Finny then she finally noticed the tiny figure clinging to the warmth of Finnian's bare chest. Her face becoming a dark tint of red as the realization hit her.
"We need dry towels and blankets, quick!" Bard yelled. Mey Rin clomped up the stairs quickly, darting to the spare room with clean clothes and towels. Bard Took off his chef coat, underneath it was a white shirt, and covered the girl in the cloth overtop of the shirt Finny had supplied.
Finny sat down on the ground away from the rug, the girl in his arms shivered on still. He breathed heavily, as a hand clamped down on his shoulder. His well toned muscles jumped at the startling action of the chef. Bard looked sympathetically at him as he spoke quietly.
"Sit tight with her, while I go find Sebastian, okay kid?" He asked. Finnian could only manage a small nod. With that Bard dashed off through the house calling for the servant.
"SEBASTIAN!" Bard yelled as he dashed through the large manor. The black haired servant emerged out of the study with a quizzical and slightly agitated look on his face. Bard panted as he slid to a halt.
"What is it this time, Bard?" Sebastian questioned. Bard took many breaths, opened his mouth to begin speaking but closed it as he tried to get air again. It took several minutes of this repeated process to finally get it out.
"You… You have to come quickly…" he breathed. "We… We have a problem." He forced out the last words from his still rapidly rising and falling chest. Sebastian nodded and followed the quickly moving chef to the waiting room of the manor. They reached the area as Mey Rin was wrapping the two up in a large towel.
Sebastian instantly was up by Finny and the girl in a heartbeat. "What happened?" he wondered. Finny tried to stand but the weight that shifted in his arms made him slide back down. Mey Rin began to mop up the mud that went down the halls, had already put towels to get the water that was heading towards the rugs, after rushed to put one for Finny to sit upon.
Finny explained everything that happened after Sebastian left them outside. The silhouette that he saw then his urgency as he ran to make sure the person was okay. The way he found the girl. He blushed heavily at this topic of discussion but no one questioned, and then he brought it all up to where they were now. Bard put a cigarette in his mouth to ponder the story just told. Sebastian turned and mumbled something to Mey Rin, who had a small nose bleed, she dismissed herself to go clean a spare bedroom.
Sebastian pinched his temples as he thought of how to approach the situation. As a butler of the Phantomhive family, they cannot just simply put an ill child out on the streets. No, but it certainly would put a minor problem for the evening plans. He took off his right glove and placed his hand on he girl's forehead.
"Bardroy, go get some cold towels," Sebastian told the cook in an icy tone, as he shifted to feel Finny's forehead. Bard nodded and darted away, and Sebastian directed his red eyes to Finny, who was looking worriedly at the girl sleeping in his arms. Her face was flushed and her breath was still coming out in short bursts. "Finnian…"
Sebastian said quietly to the small boy. He looked up with solemn eyes. "Go get some dry clothes on." Finny opened his mouth to say something to Sebastian but he rose to busy himself with business revolving around the young master. Finny watched as Sebastian left to deal with telling the young master about the girl. He sat there for what felt like hours and finally rose slowly careful as to not disturb the girl, and shuffled up to the spare bedroom.
The room was up 2 flights of stairs and down 3 hallways to the right at the very end. This job was not tiresome for the boy, due to his ridiculous strength, but he had to be very wary as to how he did things due to the small fragile doll in his arms. Mey Rin was waiting at the room for Finny, the door held wide open for him to carry the girl in and looked at the bed, with the covers drawn back and some candles lit. A night gown was neatly laid across the bed with a green silk ribbon running through the top of the gown, the sleeves extra long, the silk ribbon beautifully tied in a bow.
The forest green covers had a black under blanket, and a small pillow and green blanket were strayed across the lush tan couch that was by the bed. The light of the candles flickered across the colours. Finny set the girl down on the bed and Mey Rin entered after him to change the girl.
He turned away to let Mey Rin take Bard's jacket and Finnian's shirt off the girl to thoroughly dry her before putting the gown on her. He hugged the large towel around him tighter as he shivered. Mey Rin tapped his shoulder when she was done to hand him his dry sleepwear.
"Thank you, Mey Rin." He said taking the pajamas from her. She said her good bye and left the room. He kept the towel on him as he slipped off his pants and slipped into the warm, dry clothes.
The long grey sleep pants that dragged on the floor were comfortable and soft to the touch. He slid off the towel to get the white top half of it on. He was succumbed in warmth as he slipped on the fabric. He picked up the towel and set it with the pile of wet clothing that was in a basket by the door and finally turned to the girl, to get a better look at her. The curtains to the room were drawn closed, and so the candle light was all he could go by.
He saw that she had porcelain creamy skin that was lightly tanned, with small freckles that graced the top of her cheeks. A more distinct freckle was right under her left eye, which was slightly hidden by bangs that covered the left eye. The bangs were about down to her high cheek bones, which graced her features. She had plump limps, a slim top lip and a more plump bottom lip, making her face look child like. Her hair was long, at least down to her hips, and was white as the new fallen snow.
He let his hand run through her drying hair, it was soft and silky. Her hair was splayed across the bed the covers just below her. Finny pulled the covers up to her chin, covering her in the warmth of the blankets, her face was flushed, and he knew his was too. Bard would be in sooner or later to put on the cold towels. He sneezed to the side and he backed away to the couch which was set up for him to sleep on. The blanket that he saw was more than just one, it turned out there were 3 blankets stacked on top another to keep him warm. He blew out the candle and tucked himself into the covers as he shut his eyes and was engulfed in darkness.
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So this is the edited version, for those of you that are first time readers of this chapter. You like? I really like how this chapter(edit) had turned out! Though it took me like a million times of rewriting the same thing cause I forgot to save it and my computer had shit problems! :C
*Note to other authors: Do save your work as you go, even though you plan to edit all day, computer shit problems can make you sad for all your hard work...
This is a story I'm going to stick with because I really liked where I got it going. :D But yes, I won't spoil the surprise but I thought that was a decent enough cliff hanger. Wouldn't you say?
Favorite, Alert, Review… three things that only takes 5 minutes. You already spent time reading this so why not just add 5 more to it.
Music Inspiration: None sadly, just me and my thoughts.