The second chapter is here, yey! I hope you all enjoy it, I guess I'm getting better in writing in english, since this was way easier than the first chapter -you still will find spelling mistakes, though- 00000000000000000000000000
"Ciel! It's so good to see you! Why were you gone for so long?! Now that you are here, we can make up for all the lost time! Come on, let's play chess!" Soma appeared on the hall, using the stair railing as a slide since Agni was busy making the bed to show up and spoil his fun. He finished the act with a jump, stopping right in front of the boy, before running in his direction and squeezing the kid with all of his might.
"Ciel! I was so lonely here! Please stay as much as possible!" He kind of asked in the middle of his hug, letting out some happy tears. His khansama, after cleaning up Soma's mess, emerged and smiled gently, before joining hand and bowing at the earl presence.
"Namaste, Master Ciel and Sebastian-san." He said, closing his eyes for a second in devotion and then watching his precious person steal all the air the Phantomhive had on his lungs.
Sebastian only let out an amused smirk, placing his gloved hand in front on his mouth to hide it, while Ciel tried his best to push the Indian away, yelling at him and sometimes even hitting the boy with his cane.
"Let me go, you idiot!" After what seemed a whole eternity, the prince backed off, smiling happily and crossing his arms.
"Well, what brings you here besides coming to see your big brother?"
The earl straightened up, passed his hand over his clothes to remove any dirt, moved his hat to make sure it wouldn't fall out of his head and sighed.
"I won't stay for long…" He paused and began to walk over the hall, ignoring Soma's sad whine and using the rod as a support –even though he actually didn't need it-, moving his hand on the air, in a soundless call to Sebastian. The butler nodded and crossed the whole room, heading to the kitchen to prepare some tea and biscuits for the boy. "I will only stay here until tonight, because I need to go to a ball, however—"
"You heard that, Agni?!" The prince, interrupting his speech, looked to his khansama, clapping his hand and laughing, getting a soft smile in return. "We are going to a ball! I am going to wear my new sherwani and those earrings I brought from India! You can wear—"
"Listen when people talk to you!" Ciel screamed, getting the attention from both men that blinked slowly to the boy. He sighed again, before starting all over.
"I am going to a ball, you can't go."
"What?!" Soma said, in a matter of milliseconds making his terrible sad expression, almost bursting into tears. "But, Chibi Ciel! I swear I won't—"
"I don't believe that the young master is forbidding you for going because of your lack of manners in front of the royalty, Prince Soma." Michaelis' baritone voice got the Hindu's attention, making him shiver and hide behind his own butler. "I believe he is forbidding you because of the massacre that will happen."
"WHAT?!"
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"What is it, Grell Sutcliff?" William finally asked, taking his eyes off the paperwork for a second, staring at the redhead figure that was trembling in front on him, making an annoying sound with the reports shaking on his hands.
"W-Will… This is… I can't do that!" He yelled, gritting his shark-teeth, approaching his boss, almost throwing the pages on his face, shaking the files in front of his superior, pointing at a specific part of it with his gloved finger. "Look at it, Will!"
"Honestly." Spears sighed, before moving his death scythe to fix his glasses on his nose, blinking a few times and then staring at the report, using the tip of the sharp weapon as a finger to follow the lines written on the paper that Grell was pointing at. "Rosemary Atkins…" He read out loud, frowning, trying to understand the mistake. After passing over all the victim's information, finding nothing wrong with his precise eyes, William looked straight at the yellow-green pupils of the other shinigami, seeing the despair in them. "What is wrong, Grell Sutcliff?"
"It's a baby, Will!" The feminine man finally said, smashing the reports between his long fingers, making his boss raise an eyebrow at his at his lack of care with the paper. "I can't reap her soul!"
The already raised eyebrow twitched against such speech. "Excuse me?"
"Will! You know how much I desire a child of my own!" Grell explained, dramatically moving his hands around the air. "To hold such a small creature, so beautiful and innocent…" He stopped a moment, sighing and placing his gloved hand a little below the stomach, where the uterus was supposed to be placed, where he used to cut those women. "Unfortunately, my soul is trapped in a body I did not desire, so I can't give birth to a beautiful child." After looking down, the reaper lifted his head up high, feeling the crimson fire on his eyes.
"I won't collect the soul of something I always dreamed of having!"
It was pure silence for a moment, so tense that each breath ringed the ears, turning the environment awkward and unpleasant. Grell gulped, watching the man he fell in love with grip his death scythe before using it to fix his glasses one more time, making the redhead unable to look into his eyes as a phantasmagoric glimpse covered the lens.
"So you are refusing to do your job because of your personal feelings?" And their eyes meet, and the feminine figure could feel the anger on his pupils.
Jack, the ripper was about to speak, but his superior's voice drowned his.
"Bringing emotions into your job is a waste of time. Our job as a shinigami is to judge and collect souls according to the list dispatched by our superiors. Nothing more."
"But, Will-!"
"So, to avoid potential mistakes, shinigami should always complete the confirmation procedures."
"But, darling-!"
"Faintly… Calmly."
"But, Will! Please, I –"
"Quit it, Sutcliff! Honestly…" William kept adjusting his lens, even if they weren't falling from his nose, probably to the fact that Grell was bringing him over the edge. "I see no woman in front of me! Now stop this nonsense of yours and go work!"
For a moment, Grell just stood there, not moving a muscle, maybe not even breathing, with wide eyes and a hang out mouth, trying to say something, but end up only stuttering.
He gave up, looking down, trying to unfold the reports on his hands to read them carefully and begin his mission. Spears pretend he was not even there, sitting on his chair, reading and cataloging the infinite pages. His eyebrows moved slightly when he heard the sound of the redhead reaper's high wheels becoming less and less audible.
"Hey, ginger! Why the long face?!"
"Not now, Eric!"
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"What?! A murderer?!" Soma repeated the earl's words, staring at the small figure. Sebastian didn't said anything, he just continue to pour the jasmine tea on the china porcelain, before Agni got one of the cups and gave one to his prince's shaking hands.
"Is it urgent?" The older Indian whispered against the demon's ear, that just let out a humming sound from his throat, smirking. "Please, be careful!"
"Don't worry…" Michaelis whispered, using his hand in front of his mouth to prevent his master from understanding his phrase. "I'll take care of my bochan as if he were a damsel in distress." The Devil himself knew how right he was.
"But, Ciel! You can't go into something that dangerous alone!" The Bengal King's child began, while the Phantomhive just sighed and drank the liquid with such delicate flavor. His khansama just nodded in exchange of his beloved words, gently adding sugar to his tea. Agni wasn't really worried, since he knew Sebastian would take good care of Master Ciel. The Phantomhive butler was capable of extraordinary things… He beat him at the Curry Competition, he was a role model for all the servants at his mansion and even came back to life! The earl was in good hands.
"I must do that, you and Agni wait for my return tonight, but I'll come back late."
"NO!" Soma placed the cup on the table, making some of its contents spill over the carpet. "I'll go with you! I'm your older brother and best friend, I need to make sure you are safe!" The prince smiled, while the others just stared and blinked slowly. "Agni, get my new sherwani and let's go!"
"Soma-sama…" Agni kept gazing at him. He was right next by his beloved's side, making the younger Indian unable to stare at Ciel and Sebastian at the same time he looked at Agni, but the khansama was able to do such thing, and when he saw the expression on the demon butler's face, he decided. "No."
"What?!" Soma asked, somehow scared with the Hindu's actions.
"Soma-sama, you heard the Master Ciel just said, there will be a very dangerous murderer on the ball tonight, and I would be a very incompetent butler if I let you go into this for nothing!"
"But, Agni! You can protect me from the killer!"
"Even though I can, my prince, that doesn't mean I will take you to somewhere I know it's dangerous for you!" The Indian kneeled in front of the Asman, trying to ease the bad temperament he knew Soma was about to have. "It's for your sake and happiness I work so hard! Why would I risk what I fight for everyday?"
"But-"
"No, Soma-sama, you are not going! Sebastian-san can take care of Master Ciel."
"Agni!" Soma stood up, staring at the kneeled khansama in front of him. "You can't just forbid me to do it!"
"I'm sorry, my prince… But I won't let you go."
"You can't do this, Agni! I won't let my little brother in danger!" He stepped with full force. Sebastian only smirked, while Ciel seemed to be bored, watching the fight.
"He won't be in danger, Seb-"
"But, Agni!—"
"No, Soma-sama!" He and Soma exchanged angry glares. The khansama felt his heart ache with the way his beloved looked at him. Refusing any of his prince's proposals always hurt him deeply, but if that meant he would have a brighter future, he would keep on doing everything he could, no matter how much he would suffer.
Soma finally snapped, before pushing his protector on the floor and out of his way, running to his room, feeling his eyes fill up with tears.
"Soma-sama, please!-…" He sighed when he heard a door slam, and Agni looked down sadly, closing his fist.
"Good job, Agni-san." Sebastian said, still smirking. "You stick to your aesthetics no matter what, just for the sake of your master… A true butler indeed."
"Well, enough of this." Ciel spoke, standing up from his chair, using the cane as support. "Sebastian, let's get ready for the ball at Crystal Palace."
"Yes, my lord."
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"Why does she has to come, Claude?" Alois asked, sending an angry glare at Hannah, who just kept staring at the floor of the carriage, shuddering in an uncomfortable way inside her black dress.
"We may need distraction for when the murderer attacks, danna-sama." The butler answered, while adjusting the wig of blonde hair on the Trancy, who just smiled vividly at such thing, bouncing his head around just to make the demon's job much harder.
"Ah, so you're using her?" The boy let out a sarcastic laugh, using the Faustus' thigh as support for his elbow. "So smart, Claude!"
Jim let out an angry growl after seeing that this didn't caused anything on his servant. He adjusted himself on his seat, before glaring at the window.
"When he will attack?"
"Usually he attacks exactly at midnight." The dark creature said, running his hand through his hair.
"Oh, so it's almost time… Claude, tell the coachman to hurry!"
"Yes, your highness."
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After waving a goodbye to Ciel wearing his odd clothes -the earl refused to explain- and the faithful butler, Agni went to the kitchen. His precious master didn't left the room the rest of the day, and his khansama missed him the entire time. He chopped some vegetables and mixed them with the other ingredients, smiling sadly as his right hand did the job.
"I hope he is no longer mad at me…" He thought out loud, grabbing a scoop and pouring some of the curry on a bowl, preparing an orange juice and placing both on a silver tray.
While the dessert was being baked at the oven, Agni got the cooked food and head to Soma's bedroom, walking slowly.
He knocked slightly at the door, as he always did, before coming in.
"Soma-sama? My prince, please forgive me, but I only did that to—" The tray fell on the floor and all its contents spread up as Agni scanned the room. The wardrobes: open. The clothes: missing. The window: open. And no sight of his master.
"SOMA-SAMA!"
0000000000000000000000Yey! This is the second chapter! I hope you guys liked it! The next one will be one of the most epic ones -At least I hope so-. Well, I think I will write the lemon when the time comes, let's do this!
To Pwoper Fic Writer: You are right! I wrote the name of the murderer wrong... Well, I guess now I have to change his name for the right one, I hope you don't mind!
