"We're home." Ciel said as he opened the door, "What happened to my mansion!?" he yelled seeing all the colors, pink, orange, and a bright yellow streamers and banners everywhere! A woman ran down the steps, faster than a regular human though of course, and hid behind Sebastian.
"Elizabeth and Mathew are here!" Ucanara hissed. Mathew; her betrothed picked out by her aunt. She loathed Mathew, a ladies man, always a girl in his arms, marriage will be hearing a pounding sound right next to her, and she's not doing it. "Kill me please?" she whispered. "Mathew wants to have some...'friends'...over."
"Well I can get rid of him, easily." smirked Sebastian.
"Would you really?" she asked with a smiled.
"Sorry, can't." he sighed as she glared at the demon.
"What if I ordered you too?" she asked.
"Then I would have to." he smirked. Oh, how many times he's tried touching her, very inappropriately night he add. And, that was not his to touch, no, she was his, and he should have known.
"Ciel?" she asked her younger sibling.
"People will ask." he sighed.
"So?! Him gone, I'll be safe. He's been trying to get me into his bed for two hours. It's not pleasant." she sighed and or mixed groan. Maybe that was a grunt?
"Master!" cried the young lady, Mey-Rin as she ran in, two other boys, following after her. "Grell! He's trying to kill himself again!" sh epointed at the door.
Ciel ran into the room, seeing more color's, and a Grell hanging by his neck in 'pretty' colors. "Oh Ciel!" yelled a small blonde girl her smiling as she dressed in what looked like to be American neon colors, Mathew behind her, he came through another room, she noticed, the door held his scent.
"What are you doing!" he asked her.
"I made him into the most beautiful decoration, Ciel!" Elizabeth smiled, he fingers laced together as they held by her face as she smiled, showing her pearly white teeth and pink natural lips.
"Sebastian get him down please."
"NO! I deserve to die!" he yelled, as he was pulled out of the ribbon and onto the floor.
"Oh, Ciel, you ruined all the fun." crossed Ucanara around her chest pouting.
"Look, it's my angel." smiled the womanizer strutting over to her.
Om my golly! This is perfect! Ucanara and Mathew and Ciel and I can have a ball!" smiled Lizzie, as she took her second cousin (from her father's side) and ran up the steps. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!" she cried, a smirking Mathew winking at Ucanara.
"Oh no." sighed Ucanara, as the butler walked out onto the floor, no Mathew in sight. I wonder where?
"What's the matter Mistress?" he asked as he saw her by the small mirror, after the indecent with her necklace, it broke, after Elizabeth threw it. She played it off saying it'll be fine throwing it into the forest or garden or somewhere outside, she wasn't sure but after that she gave her cousin a hug, and walked away without a word.
"This dress, it's tight." she sighed turning around, her usual blonde hair hiding her eye, a normal thing for a girl her age, of course. A dark purple dress, that hit the floor, sleek to the touch, not a puffed out thing like a blow-fish, it went straight down, then curved over her waist and those curves, puberty, helps a lot. The only place it was tight was around her um... bosoms, making them larger than they appear.
"It's alright." he said taking off his jacket, pulling out scissors from thin air and cutting it, and and sewed it on to the dress to hide the tightness. What? He's Sebastian, he can do anything.
"Thank you." she smiled, as the purple was almost as dark as the Demon's coat.
"Anything for my Mistress." he smile bowing.
The Mistress looked around the room, not seeing her 'date'. "Where is Mathew?" she asked, with joy written in her eyes.
"He has left, no clue where, forest, perhaps, but, he was seen walking out, unscathed sadly. I heard him talking about a prostitute." he smirked as she smiled.
"Well, looks like I have no date for this ball...I just lied." she smirked. "Let's go!" she giggled running out on to the dance floor with her butler's hand in hers.
"Put your hands here." he said to one in her hand in his," then here." he smiled, placing her hand on his shoulder and his on her hip bone. "Two steps forward, one backwards." he whispered as they did, like a symphony that was played piece by piece correctly.
"How do you know I couldn't dance?"
"Bedroom, darling. Remember the bedroom?"
"Oh! I remember now... Good job."
