"It's not fair, I keep telling you!" The sound of a young girl's shrill cry interrupted the returning Sparrows, causing the birds to tilt their heads in confusion. They stared down from the trees, small eyes focused upon the image of three individuals.
Two of the trio were sitting at an old wooden table, enjoying a warm afternoon tea. The steam wafted up, the wind blowing it into the stream of the sky. With the fresh cookies and desserts, the boy and girl were in audience with a perfect afternoon. The last person on the scene, and the one most would notice last, was the butler clad in all black. Despite the warm day and the beating sun, he did not seem the least bit hot in his dark attire. He simply stood off the to side, a slight bow showing subordination to the master he served.
"And how exactly is me doing my job unfair?" Lord Phantomhive's indifferent expression stared back to him from the orange tint of his tea. His royal blue eye shifted across the table to the blonde pigtails making quite a fuss.
Elizabeth wore an annoyed expression, green eyes cutting deeply into her betrothed.
"You barely spend any time with me, Ciel! If you weren't off solving all sorts of interesting cases, you would spend that time with me!" Per usual, she was making a point that was in the complete wrong.
I would be doing what now? Ciel thought bitterly, bringing the cup of tea to his lips. He placed an elbow to the table, leaning onto it in a bored manner.
"You visit quite often, Elizabeth. I see no problem with the current-"
"Maybe if we saw each other more, you would start calling me 'Lizzy' like I said you could." She interjected into his sentence harshly.
Upon this remark, the boy sighed. He could see no point in the conversation where he could win. They were just going in circles, as usual. Maybe this time, though, he would play along.
"Alright, what would you like me to do?" His workload was already too much to bear, not to mention the overflowing letters inviting him to various social functions. Not that he was going to attend any, anyway.
Elizabeth's expression melted into a full smile. She nearly tipped the table over as she pounded her small fists full of excitement.
"I want to solve a case with you, Ciel! I won't take no for an answer!"
The sudden outburst left Ciel with a sour expression. He leaned back into his chair, blue eye drifting towards his butler. The two locked eyes for just a moment, the entertained smirk on Sebastian's face annoying Ciel further.
Ciel sighed, standing from his seat. He strode past the onlooking emerald eyes and into the manor, pupil drifting towards his butler for only a moment.
"Sebastian, come along." He egged him, ignoring Elizabeth's jump to her flat shoes.
"Ciel!? What about the case? You said-"
"I said nothing of it." He replied dully, stopping only to address the obvious concern in his betrothed's voice. Elizabeth's expression morphed to that of confusion.
"Then what is it you're going to do? We still have more time yet before tea is over." Any time she spent with her Ciel was a treasured moment. Perhaps the thought of having such annoyingly boring moments as precious memories was what drove the girl to her outburst of wasted time.
Despite the frown on his fiance's face, Ciel stared back with the same indifference.
"I'm going to find a case."
A slowly spreading smile flowered on Elizabeth's face at those words. She giggled, having a seat to the table. Her gentle green eyes looked up to Ciel with the simple happiness he always wished she would possess. She nodded slightly, settling down.
"Alright."
He's always like this. He acts so cold, but he really tries to help others anyway he can. Why am I the only one that can see it? The smile that often touched his lips tries so hard to come out again, stopped only by himself. I want to see that smile again. With everyday I visit, it seems to rear it's head just a bit more. Maybe if I could visit everyday, Ciel would be much happier.
Ciel gave her a small subconscious grin in return, the gesture seeming foreign to his lips. Upon realizing his mistake in action, the boy turned his head back towards the door.
"Excuse me."
"I want you to make a fake case." Ciel stared up to Sebastian, locking eyes with his servant. A smirk emerged to the demon's face at the words.
"Oh? For you and Lady Elizabeth to solve, My Lord?" The creative side of a demon? Would the macabre ideas surely swimming in his mind come out if he were given a pencil and paper?
"Yes. If she so wishes to solve a case, I shall give her one." Ciel's eyes shifted towards the distant door, trying to figure out whether or not the mistress was listening.
"Try to make it as tame as possible. Maybe a few unexplained deaths. Quick and painless deaths." He corrected himself.
While the notion of death was a rather morbid topic, he truly couldn't think of a case without it that would quell his fiance's hunger. Even with that being said, What was a mystery without a murder?
A hand latched over Sebastian's breast as he bowed.
"Of course, My Lord. I am sure I can craft a story that will captivate even Lady Elizabeth's interest." If his butler said this was a task he would be able to do, he had no doubts. Perhaps when they finished he would be able to finally get some peace and quiet.
Ciel turned on his heel towards the distant door.
"I shall expect a letter with the case's details to arrive before Elizabeth and I finish tea. Make it as real as possible." He strode forward, unaware of just how deep the smirk on Sebastian's face had settled at those words. The butler chuckled, red eyes glancing towards the boy.
"Of course, My Lord."