Necro: I am so happy with the reviews I got and the favorites I received!
MP: I'm not. Not one person said whether or not they wanted me in the story.
Nerco: I believe the reason is self-explanatory. Anyway, thanks go out to Yukio Lover and SuperSOULEATERLOVER for following my story and additional thanks to Super for following me personally and for favoriting my story! And thanks to my close and very important friend The 11 Tailed Vegetable, whom has many stories themselves and I'm sure would appreciate a few new readers!
MP: Seriously, why does no one want me to be in the story?
Necro: Ugh...will you just leave it alone?
MP: Not until someone expresses a desire to see me in the story!
Necro: Well, onward we go while he whines.
The rest of the night passed uneventfully, much to Ciel's annoyance, and he finished the paperwork for his company without incident or interruption. He gathered the papers into a stack and he headed off to bed. The next morning he was roused by Sebastian and Mason, a prospect he was not entirely happy about as the new boy kept up a running commentary about how grateful he was for the job and how much he loved manor. What annoyed him even further was the fact that he couldn't find it in himself to hate the sound of his voice, it was too pleasant to the ear.
"That portrait in the basement near the kitchen is simply amazing! But then again, so are all the paintings in this place! Oh, I met the chef before Sebastian came to get me. He's an odd fellow, thinking you can roast a chicken with a flame thrower. Everyone knows that if you wish to use any fire based weapon, it'd be a torch. Surprising that a torch can be used as a weapon, I know, but I've seen it done!" He seemed to be in a permanently excited state. "And Sebastian makes the loveliest of food! Oh, and I saw the gardener! He seems like a nice lad, if a little shy." He smiled, revealing for the first time to Ciel a pair of sharp, feline canines.
"Do you always talk so much?" He finally demanded, irritated beyond his limit by the over talkative man.
"Only when I'm happy." He answered, seemingly unconcerned by the perpetual death glare Ciel was aiming his way.
"Mason." Sebastian warned and the boy quieted quickly. Ciel shot a questioning look at him and he smiled. "I am afraid he fears me more than you, my lord." Mason nodded in agreement and handed Sebastian Ciel's clothes.
"Of course." He muttered.
"Shall I bring the breakfast cart in, my lord? Or do you want me to take it to the study?" Mason now stood by the doorway, watching the exchange between the master and the butler.
"Study." Mason nodded and left, presumably to roll the trolley down to the study.
"He is quite fun, is he not, my lord?" Sebastian helped his young master into his outfit for the day, a pale olive suit meant for inside work only.
"I take it I have no appointments that require me to travel today?"
"Her Majesty has not sent instructions since the circus event." It had been several weeks since they were ordered to investigate a series of unusual kidnappings that the Queen had believed to be connected to a traveling circus, Noah's Ark Circus. They found no evidence at first that the traveling troupe was in any way linked to the disappearances until Sebastian discovered the seal of a philanthropist baron on the prosthetic leg of one of the performers. It later turned out that the baron had ordered the first-stringers to kidnap children from towns they visited and send them on to his mansion, where they provided grotesque, and often deadly, entertainment for the mad lord and served as material for a doctor who made prosthetics from the bones of the dead children and then gave them to the performers.
"I suppose that is a good thing. I am slightly behind in work for the company." He sat back down on his bed so Sebastian could lace on his shoes.
"Be careful, my lord. You may have just jinxed yourself." He smiled slightly.
"I do not believe in jinxes, Sebastian." He looked up as the door opened and Mason stepped in, carrying a letter in one hand.
"Sir, a letter has just come for you. It was delivered by a nice, polite man in white. Looked important so I came here straightaway." He moved forward and handed the envelope to Sebastian who handed it to Ciel. "Do you believe in jinxes now, sir?" Ciel scowled at the comment and opened the letter with the knife Sebastian supplied.
"No one likes an eavesdropper."
"Or a smart-ass?" Mason questioned, smiling broadly. Sebastian glanced at him and he froze. "Sorry, Sebastian. I shall leave if you wish." The butler nodded and Mason left quickly.
"I am ready to let him go, Sebastian. I don't think I can handle his continuous talking."
"Yes, my lord." Sebastian watched as Ciel's expression turned thoughtful then frowned. "My lord, more instructions from Her Majesty?"
"Yes. She has received information about a strange individual who has been seen throughout London. Those who have seen him report that two individuals that match the description of Joker and Doll are with him."
"Is there a description of the man, my lord?"
"Yes. But it's vague." He paused and read the letter again then frowned again. "We'll have to visit him again."
"As valuable a resource as he is, are you sure you can continue to afford his price?"
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Ciel fixed Sebastian with a glare.
"Oh, nothing, my lord. But I have one request."
"What is it?"
"Just that we bring Mason. Until we can trust him I would rather not leave here in the manor. As talented as Mey-Rin, Baldroy, and Finny are, they are no match for a demon, not even a half one."
"Then bring him. We will leave for the Undertaker this afternoon."
Necro: And cliff hanger! For no reason at all, too! Anyway, sorry if this isn't as good as the first chapter but I felt you all deserved another one soon! Also, I want you all to comment your favorite moment from Black Butler! Whether it be from the manga or the anime! I might just select one of them and find a way to fit it into my story!
MP: And seriously, tell him you all want to see me in the story! You know it'd be even cooler then!
Necro: MP, stop begging. It doesn't suit you.
MP: No, that's the tailor's job.
Necro:...what?
