It was raining. The silent tears dripped from the heavens and pooled together, filling the cobblestone streets with their puddles. Water sloshed at the curbs every time a carriage would roll past, unfortunately splashing the people milling around the walkways. The girl was in a hurry though, the bundle wrapped securely in her fragile arms, tightly held to her pounding chest. Weaving through the crowd, she turned into a shortcut to her home, a narrow alley way. Making her way through the silent stone corridor, she fixated her gaze ahead at the wooden gate, at the end of her path. That was until she abruptly tripped and fell onto her backside, into one of the hard gray walls.
Sighing loudly the woman went to stand up when a flash of red caught her eye; and then a flash of black followed. Sitting there, on the ground she watched as the red blur stopped moving to reveal a peculiar fellow with a doll clutched to their chest.
In front of the strange person was an ebony haired man with a smirk etched into that granite face. Just a look at his blood-red eyes sent shivers down the woman's spine.
But to her great surprise the redhead flung themself at the dark-haired fellow.
"Ohhhhhhhhh BASSIE! MY LOVE! Where have you and that desirable brat been? I just knew you were not dead!" The…. Woman?... screeched and puckered her bright scarlet lips. But she was soon stopped by a foot implanting onto her forehead.
"Grell. As impeccably annoying as ever. When will you face the obvious fact that you are indeed a male too?" The cold man who.. Grell… had referred to as Bassie asked.
"Darling!" Grell picked himself up from the ground and frowned. "How could you? My poor Sebby. Does it truly matter what gender I am of. Our love can survive more than insignificant details like that tad bit of information. Now, admit you love me my darling demon."
The woman scooted further away from the pair. Grabbing the bundle again she stood up quietly and went to scamper past the occupied two. Until she was stopped by the flame-haired transvestite wielding a pair of scissors in each hand.
"Excuse me doll, but do you happen to be Lucinda Porter?" He asked and the woman fearfully nodded. "Then you are on the to die list."
With that the scissors were wielded as Lucinda Porter was made no more. And "Sebby" chose that time to his advantage and made his much needed escape.
When he burst into the new manor, with his master sitting there drinking his empty teacup, Ciel gave him a smirk.
"Well, Sebastian, you look rather flustered."
Sebastian frowned and dropped the cool mask he had put on. Only Ciel could see through him like that.
"I had a run in with a familiar Reaper. If that seems to clue you in on why exactly I am so unsettled." Ciel let a short laugh leave his thin lips.
"I see. You should be more careful. What if he was to follow you my dear butler? Then we may have had a problem."
"I doubt even reapers could reach these depths of hell, my lord." The mask was once again in place, and a cool nod reaffirmed this fact.
"Just try and be more….. careful. Wind of my survival would not be the best." Ciel yawned and smirked. "After all, Ciel Phantomhive and his dear butler died six years ago. I wouldn't want you to be mistaken as a ghost, would I?"
"Of course now sir. I apologize." Ciel waved him off. But when Sebastian turned his back, the boy let a sad smile flash across his stoic face. Yes, Ciel Phantomhive was dead, or at least he was to all his pawns. The game had been won, but what was this feeling of emptiness still inside? Could anything fill the gap the loneliness had created?