A/N: So, to start off, I didn't actually write this chapter. This is a collab with my dear friend and faithful RP buddy, Eclipsed and Shadowed Heart. You can find this story on her page as well. c:
So, she's probably going to tell you that she's a bad author, but it's bull kaphonkie, she's amazing (much better than I am) and is actually the mastermind behind this plot. I love her to pieces. Hug her for me.
So, chapter numero dos should be up soon, as soon as I finish refining it and going perfectionist on it's ass. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Reviews? :3
Alois was sitting on a couch in his room, freely waving around his favorite toy; a gun his boss got him for Christmas.
The blonde was wearing black leather boots that ended right at the middle of his thigh. He had black shorts (they were VERY short) and he wore a white dress shirt, with a black leather jacket. His eyes were surrounded by heavy eyeliner, but it provided contrast between the boy's eye color and the dark clothing he wore.
He had been working for Claude for many years, and was used to the complicated tasks he was given.
Claude ultimately liked Alois the most, mainly because he had a sharp aim and always hit his target, or he always got his job done. This was pleasant to him; he needed an employee who was able to perform any task without complaint, restraint, or fault.
Alois had a rough childhood and grew to hate almost every human being in existence. Which is why he loved his job. It brought pleasure to him every time he killed someone, and it filled a void that had been empty for most of his life.
The blond heard a knock at the door, and lazily threw his gun across the room as a woman with silvery white hair poked hear head inside. "Claude would like to see you, Trancy."
Alois subsequently got up and left the room, with a spring in his step.
Claude sat at his beautiful mahogany desk, his feet happily propped onto it, and he was leaning back into his large leather chair as he was speaking into a cell phone.
The blonde boy with ice blue eyes knocked on his boss's door.
Claude simply yelled "Come in," which in turn, pressed the young boy to enter the room.
"Alois, I have a very important post for you." The man with amber eyes and dark hair looked up at said boy with a solemn expression and pushed up his glasses.
Alois giggled. "I knew you would call me down here." He propped himself down onto the desk and grabbed the man's tie provocatively.
Claude simply swatted his hand away and leaned farther into his chair, placing a hand onto the phone to mute their conversation. "I have no time for your advances. Now listen to me."
Alois pouted in response, and picked up Claude's glass of wine, casually taking a sip. "Alright. What is it you want me to do?"
Claude held up a photo of a young boy, around his age. "Someone wants this punk dead." He said, with his trademark emotionless expression.
Alois choked on the wine as he recognized the person in the photo. "T-That's—"
"Ciel Phantomhive," Claude finished for the boy. "An anonymous source wants him to be gone. There was no motive as far as I am concerned, but that does not matter as long as he paid." Claude greedily held up a large wad of cash in front of the blonde's face.
Alois licked his lips. The mere sight of the money made him drool. He held out his hand, trying to grab it, before Claude pulled it away and stashed it into a pocket somewhere in his trousers.
"I have information that Ciel is hosting a costume party for the premiere of his newest movie tonight. I want you to infiltrate that party, and swiftly kill the boy. No hesitations, and I do not want you to come back until the deed is done." Claude's lips moved upward in a smirk. "If you fail, I will have someone come after you."
Alois's eyes widened as soon as those words left his boss's mouth. Claude wouldn't actually have him die… would he?
Claude gave an expressionless smile. "I most likely guarantee that will not happen, though. You are my most trained employee, and you have not failed before."
"B-But sir, that is so demand—"
"You have exactly one month to get this job done. Do I make myself clear?"
Alois gulped. His tasks were never so specific, and he has never had a deadline before. Whoever wanted the actor dead did not like the boy very much. "Y-Yes, sir…"
"Good." He removed his hand and began speaking into the phone again, dismissing the boy with a wave of his hand.
Alois took the subtle hint and jumped off the desk. As he left the room, he slightly tugged on the collar of his shirt.
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Ciel sat at his desk, promptly looking at some papers strewn about the surface of the desk. "Sebastian, I really do not want to be working on this movie right now, when I have so many other things I should be getting done."
His agent, Sebastian, was on the phone and was ignoring his complaints as he ranted on about dogs staining his car or whatnot.
Ciel huffed in frustration. He had just recently finished filming a movie and was really looking forward to a well-earned vacation. However, that vacation was not coming soon enough. He had many red carpet events, and many award ceremonies; he just had too much going on.
He gracefully stood up, grabbed his coat, and left the room. "I will be back soon!" He called. However, he knew it was pointless. No one bothered to pay attention to him.
Within a matter of minutes, he was walking around the city of Los Angeles with a pair of sunglasses concealing his eyes, and he walked slowly, admiring all the nice things the stores and boutiques offered to sell.
Ciel's parents died when he was young, and his agent became his new legal guardian. That is when his acting career began. He did love acting at first; he was always nervous but that did not affect his performance. Yet, he slowly got bored of it, and had told Sebastian several times he wanted an early retirement.
Sebastian just ignored him and kept getting him into movies, against the boy's better judgment.
He enjoyed these little slips of freedom. They provided solitude and peace. He felt so confined because of his career, and it was always a blessing to be able to do what he pleased.
He let his guard down for a brief moment and took off his glasses, revealing his dark blue eyes.
Ciel walked into the mansion, clothes tattered and his hair strewn.
Sebastian took sight of the boy and laughed. "I see you have encountered some fans, my lord."
"Shut up and prepare me for the party tonight." He said in an agitated tone, clearly not in the mood for his manager's sly and rude remarks.
