Her World and THE World

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'It's because that's your job!' Ciel said cocking his head sideways, glancing at Sebastian who perked his ears immediately.

'I thought you would protect me with your life. That's why I did not shoot her.' Ciel looked at the grave's headstone and continued, 'Our contract states that until my goal is fulfilled, you will become my power and protect me without letting me die. Demons do not have a sense of loyalty or conviction right? All they have are principles. That's why in order to fulfil your own principle; you will protect me, no matter what... Isn't that right?'

'Then why did you stop me back then?' Sebastian asked tilting his head, confused.

'When Madame was trying to kill me, there was hesitation in her eyes. She was not able to kill me, a relative. That's what I thought.' Ciel paused for a moment. 'Even if you hesitate for a single moment, it can be fatal' he continued in a grave tone, 'It's just like in chess. She lost her next move through hesitation. That's all there was to it.'

He walked past Sebastian, his little cane guiding his way in the graveyard, under the dying colours of the dusk.

'That's why I won't hesitate.' He said, firmly gripping his cane, his head held high.

Sebastian's eyes widened with shock for a second but he turned to face his master admiringly. 'That's how it has to be.' He smiled evilly, utterly pleased. 'You should use your pawns in the best way possible and keep struggling to live on... using the madam, myself and all the others, within your reach. Even if the empty shells of pawns pile up beneath the throne, once the king is gone, the game is over.'

'I will not stop moving forward.' Ciel continued, his back turned to Sebastian, 'I will not regret a single step I take. That's why I ORDER YOU:' He turned to face him, his eyes glinting sheer determination and command, 'Do not betray me and do not leave my side... No matter what!'

Sebastian's gloved hand swept, cutting through the icy air, to rest on his heart as his torso dropped into an elegant curtsy, 'Yes, My LORD!'

CUT!

A wave of applause exploded in the room housing approximately 500 people or more.

'BRAVO!' The director and the producer pounced on the actors showering them with accolades and genuine praises.

The crowd continued to cheer –

AMAZING! Yes! Yes! I know... I know... my heart was fluttering too.

FANTASTIC! Hmmm – hmmm... My head nodded automatically.

AWESOME! Agree! Agree! I jumped up and down.

ONE MORE TIME! Yes! One more time please! I hollered WOHOOOO!

FANTABULOUS! Totally agree! I nodded violently.

SO HOT! Yes! Yes! Yes!... Wait whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? I stopped jumping.

LET ME HUG YOU! Excuse me? I slowly turned around.

SHOW ME YOUR DICK! You have got to be kidding me! My eyes enlarged with rage!

FUCK ME SEBASTIAN!

My head snapped at the last comment, at the girl who had squeaked that PARTICULAR line. I looked daggers at her, my fist clenching and veins popping all over my face.

'Hey! Will you stop that?' My friend yanked my hand just when my killer rage had reached its peak and I swear I felt steam fizzing out of my ears. She threw her hands to her hips, 'You don't own them! Don't act so spoilt!'

She made sense and my anger vamoosed away quietly. Of course I didn't own them. I wish I did. I sighed. I had been acting spoilt thinking the entire Kuroshitsuji concept had been specially created – only for me. It was a beautiful manga-adapted-anime-adapted-musical-adapted-real TV series! Why shouldn't it have? I was its religious stalker! I cut my classes just to see it during school! I lined up midnight outside the stores to be the first person to buy the Magazine! I saved every month like a maniac just to attend the Kuroshitsuji Red Valentine event in Tokyo! And when I heard that some American lunatic producer had gathered a cast who were splitting images of the manga description in person, I had bedevilled my novice actress friend for months to get me into the crew of her film industry... for which... I was disowned by my foster family, thrown out of the arts college, enrolled as a flirty maid at some shitty lesbian bar and wound up in a rundown flat in a shady apartment with my obnoxious slutty actress friend who traded me in for my hot boyfriend! I had every fucking right to own those beautiful creatures gracing my eyes!

I eyed Ciel, a.k.a Gregory Butcher who was being cradled in the nook of the director's neck. He simply looked cute with those bluish grey bangs and those colossal glossy navy blue eyes. He was blushing, tinges of red painting his cheekbones as he shyly addressed the crowd gathering around him. My heart gave a twinge, and I wanted to wrap myself around him and lock him away from the world. I hugged the air around me in an imaginary embrace and kept still for a few moments.

Then my eyes shifted to the women mob that had collected at the centre of the stage. Girls swarmed around Sebastian a.k.a Carmelo Carter. I could have sworn there were imaginary silverwares shooting out of my eyes aiming for their heads. I wouldn't have minded sharing Ciel with them but Sebastian? No fucking way! He was solely mine!

My actress friend smacked me in my head.

'OUCH!'

'If we stay here any longer, you might actually kill someone. So let's go help the crew backstage.'

I reluctantly nodded and let her lead me out of the crowd. I had been an active member of the industry. Everybody depended on me and 'respected' me– 'Hey, Ashen! Get your ass back here! How many times have I told you, the actors do the acting, the directors do the yelling, the crowd does the cheering and lilliputs like you do the back stage helping?' See... so much respect!

I smiled sheepishly at him, my fingers kneading imaginary wool under the hem of my shirt. 'Mr. Broderick, surely you don't mind me helping keep the crowd under control...'

'That is if you were actually doing that job. I bet on my boyfriend's goddamn huge dick you were watching the fucking shooting becoming one with the crowd. And don't you dare call me Mr. Broderick! Call me Brock!'

'Yes, Mister Brock!' I saluted him. 'So… What thou needth?' I bobbed, stretching my mini skirt.

My eyes almost popped out as I felt a huge load suddenly appear on my bent back. I staggered, reaching for the carton.

'Take these props to Mr. Butcher's room and when you are done, get your flat ass right back here! Do you understand?' He turned to leave.

'Y-yes... Mister Brock.' I continued to stagger, getting crushed under the bouldering weight. 'Assaholic Control Freak!' I murmured under my breath.

I am sure I did not imagine it, but even from that disposition, I saw my maniacal manager flick his middle finger in the air as he walked down the hallway.

'Having a nice time lilliput?' snorted a few blond brats rushing past me.

'Carry this weight on your little asses and see how nice it feels!' I yelled behind them.

'Ooooh! Scary! Scary! Scary little lilliput!' they sang in chorus.

'Fuck you!' They only sniggered as they disappeared down the hallway. Aaaah! I hate this life... but not completely.

I was supposed to deliver the package to Mr. Butcher, i.e. Ciel's room. That purpose alone gave me new strength to endure. I forced my legs to walk forward. It took time but I was certain I had managed quite a distance. I sandwiched the box between me and the wall and let us both slide. Once it hit the ground, I straightened myself up and looked behind. 'WTF?'

I had barely managed to carry it past the janitor's room which was right next to the stage. I rolled my eyes. 'You have got to be fucking kidding me!' I let my tired leg send a nice kick to the stupid box but I hollered in pain instead. Shit! My life sucks! And 'I' am the fucking reason!

'Are you in pain?' a feminine voice sounded from my back.

I whirled on my heels. My jaw dropped. Ciel, I mean Gregory, slightly shorter than me, was watching me with concerned blue oceanic eyes atop chubby porcelain cheeks. A smile quickly planted itself on my face. 'No... Cie- I mean, Mr. Gregory. I am perfectly fine. Thank you for your concern.' Oh my! Formal English is pouring out of me!

'But... but I saw you kick that huge box with your leg. That must have hurt. Show me... I will apply my quick-heal-no-cry band aid on you... ' He knelt down to reach my ankle. OMG! That was not happening! Did he just say quick-heal-no-cry band aid? What in the lord's name does that even mean?

'Hey! What are you making my son do, wench?'

I jerked my head up to welcome another uninvited shock on my way. A fat red haired woman with tasteless purple streaks appeared right in front of me, shooting spit as she spoke. I looked down at the bent figure which was diligently plastering some weird pink bunny faced band aid on my ankle. You got the wrong leg buddy! I wanted to say that but I simply pulled him up face to face afraid his big mother would start throwing some hidden knives from under her gushy skirt.

'Thank you very much, Cie- I mean Mr. Butcher. I am alright now.'

He flashed me a bright smile that stretched till his ears. 'Don't mention it.' Ah! Soooooo cuuuuutttteeeee! I think my heart just dived for a second!

'Move it Greg. How many times have I told you not to speak with strangers? It's dangerous!' smothered the fat lady, dragging Ciel away. He winked at me before turning and waved as he left.

It's dangerous for him to be around you cause you might actually roll over him and kill him instantly, you fat pig! I waved back at him smiling.

Now for the dreadful task! I set my entire body weight on the bothersome box and pushed it. Budge! Budge! Budge! You dumb block! And miraculously it budged! Yay! I did a little dance inside my head and continued with the strategy. It worked for 10 minutes max and I was lying down with my back against it. I looked over the box. Little more and the box will be in Ciel's room. Come on Ashen! You can do it! You might get to meet the boy without that fat bitch around. So buck up, girl. You are strong! Inspiration filled me again and I continued down the hall.

After struggling and cursing for another 15 minutes, I finally hauled myself and the damned box in front of the door that bore 'GREGORY BUTCHER' in huge gold metallic letters. I quickly dived to wipe the sweat off my forehead on my micro mini jean skirt and directed my knuckles to tap gently on the door.

'Mr. Butcher? May I come in?'

Silence.

1 minute of 'patient' waiting...

Knock! Knock! 'Mr. Butcher?'

Silence.

45 seconds of 'patient' waiting...

Knock! Knock! 'Mr. Butcher?'

Silence.

30 seconds of 'patient' waiting...

Knock! Knock! 'Mr. Butcher?'

Silence.

15 seconds of 'patient' waiting...

Knock! Knock! 'Mr. Butcher?'

Oookkkaaayyyy. I glanced at my radium watch. That was weird. I had seen him just 40 minutes ago. Now no matter how busy an actor he was, he definitely will spare himself at least 40 minutes of rest after a shoot. I bet that fat bitch dragged him away to some inconspicuous interview to flaunt off her rising son. I sighed. There goes my precious chance to explore Ciel's dressing room. I looked at the box. Seriously? Why does my life have to be so painful?

Click!

The door opened unannounced like in some horror movie and I found myself staring dumbfounded into piercing green orbs that- I swear to god- bore killing intent more intense than my own!

'You know people usually leave when not answered after the first three knocks' spoke the blonde head spitting imaginary fire.

'I-I... um... I am really sorry to disturb you Eliza- I mean, Ms. Melanie but Broc- I mean Mr. Broderick asked me to deliver this prop box to Cie- I mean Mr. Butcher's room.' I stuttered hopelessly under that ferocious gaze.

'Mum and bro took off for an interview earlier. Go back and come later. I am busy.' She was about to close the door.

Now you must be out of your fucking mind kid! First you don't open the door even if you are there and now you are shutting the door on my face? Do you even know how taxing this errand was? A few of my rib cage bones have crumbled as a result of it!

My reflexive nimble leg spontaneously lodged itself in the crevice jamming the door from closing. Ooooo! That hurt's like hell!

'Please...' I winced. 'I have absolute orders from Mr. Broderick. I must deliver this box by today. I promise, it won't take a minute.'

The blonde narrowed her eyes at me. OMG! I am so in trouble! So in trouble! I hope she really doesn't know fencing like Elizabeth does, or she might actually sever my head off!

'Ok'

'Huh?' That was unexpected so I continued with my stupefied stare.

'Quick. Bring it in and get out soon. I don't have all day.'

'Ye-yes mam!' I shuffled to place myself behind the box and laid my weight on it. Budge stupid boulder!

2 minutes of 'patient' waiting...

Fuck! The box had not moved an inch!

'This is madness!' the lass yelled rolling her eyes, her whirlpool hair bouncing all around her head.

I watched pathetically as she pounced behind the box and kicked it so hard, the box actually flew into the room, spilling its contents all over the floor. I eyed her cautiously. I have to be careful in the future! She is a demon!

'What the fuck are you looking at my face for? Go clean up the mess! It's all your fault!' she shoved me into the room.

'Ye-yes mam!'

Elizabeth a.k.a Melanie Butcher watched me from the mirror while I clumsily refilled the box with its belongings. What are these things anyway? They don't even look like a part of the Kuroshitsuji setting. Well whatever. I got into Ciel's room and that's more than enough!

I stood triumphantly now that all the pieces had returned to the box. Time for some sight-seeing! I glanced at Melanie. She was busy texting something on her iPhone. Good. I let my eyes sweep the room.

Pink Chairs, pink sofa, pink curtains, pink bunny soft toys, pink teddy bears, pink tortoises, pink shoes, pink shirts, pink pants, pink hairbrush, pink hair dryer, pink make-up kit... Oh! Pink pink pink everywhere! My eyes started to rotate in their sockets.

'You are still here?'

'Oh! I was just admiring this soft toy. It's so... pink... and cute.' I said holding the pink bunny by its ears, a strained smile on my face.

'Ya, I gifted my brother that on his 11th birthday. He said he loved it.'

My jaw dropped but I recovered quickly. 'O~Oh! How... thoughtful. Mr. Gregory gifted you this. You must really love pink. Everything here speaks of you.' I drawled. I very, essentially, must have heard her wrong!

'No. The opposite actually. Whatever you see in this room belongs to my brother.'

My jaw dropped again but this time I didn't bother to recover. 'Ooo~ooo oho oho ho!' I let out a weak nervous laugh.

She eyed me nonchalantly, 'So if you are done here, get the fuck out already.'

'Oh... Oh yes. I was just about to. Thank you for your time Ms. Melanie.' I shuffled out of the room but quickly found my body hugging the floor carpet.

Ciel! Ciel! What have you become? At this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if you announced you were gay one day. Oh! My poor baby! What happened to that stoic sophisticated character of yours?

'Oh! Isn't that the new Victoria Secret Lacy Cheekster panty?'

My hands shot to pull down my skirt as my eyes frantically searched for the mysterious spectator.

'You know I have always wanted one of those.'

My heart shrank back. Standing in front of me was William T Spears a.k.a Jonathan Peralta, with his flowy pelvic cut golden skirt with a rip off shimmering golden blouse just short on his navel and a pink feather boa slung carelessly around his neck. His pointy golden stilettoes clustered around my knees as he held out his gawky fingers smothered with fancy rings and an even fancier smile playing at his sparkling gold sprinkled lips.

I shuddered but I still took his hand anyway. 'Thanks Mr. Peralta.'

'Oh! Please.' His body swayed back and forth as did his long winding earrings and I think his golden wig did a little dance too. 'Call me Lady Glittoria! No other name befits a lady always glittering in gold, don't you think.'

You think? You just murdered a cool, complacent and the most respected Shinigami in the entire history of Kuroshitsuji! I gulped. 'Yes, Mr. Pera- I mean Lady Glit- Glittoria.'

'That's right honey!' his waxed fingers brushed my flushed cheeks, leaving traces of gold powder on my skin. Somebody... Anybody... Please... SAVE ME!

'Hey Peralta, we have to leave now!' rushed a man, his red hair neatly cropped to reveal his speckless forehead, his suit clean pressed, hugging his lanky figure sufficiently.

Ah! Life saviour! I looked up at the approaching figure. Ohhhhh! My heart shrunk further.

Grell Sutcliffe, my most admired character of all in Kuroshitsuji had presented himself before me with the most unexpected tragedy of the century. His long gushy red hair had disappeared behind his back and his most beloved red coat was replaced with a dark hideous tuxedo. All the redness had been dyed black except the rim of his glasses that bore traces of red en route to fading into black. My heart shed bloody tears.

He shot me a quick glance with his golden-green eyes lacking any acknowledgment and focused on his partner. 'Peralta, why aren't you wearing your glasses? You know you easily get lost without them. The exit is that way.' He literally spun his partner 180 degrees and led him by the hand.

'Oh stop fussing Craig! I can see alright. This lady here was showing me a rather spectacular view earlier so I just dropped in to greet by.' The drag queen rushed back to my side and to my horror, lifted my skirt without warning.

I quickly yanked my little skirt out of his gold powder dusted hands and blushed profusely, my pale cheeks burning red.

'Oh how cute!' Will- I mean Jonathan caught my scanty cheeks between his bony fingers and swayed me back and forth. Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

Gre- I mean Craig must have heard my misery stricken heart's cry and jerked his partner's hand back just in time. 'Sorry for the fuss, Ms. ...?'

'Ashen Amor' I replied soothing my now crimson-turned-pale blue cheeks.

'Craig Dalton. Nice to meet you. I am sorry for the trouble my thoughtless partner has been causing you.' He directed a firm hand my way. My eyes widened spontaneously. Pa-pa-pa-pa-partner? Did he just say PARTNER? Are they in a relationship? The real Will would have committed suicide if he found out he was in a relationship with Grell. OMG I think I am losing my foothold in this universe!

'No problem Mr. Dalton.' I shook it dejectedly, my heart crumbling on the inside.

'Oh Please Craig! The lady must have felt anything but happiness to have gained our cognizance. Right honey?' Peralta winked at me, his shimmering long eye lashes whipping his lower eyelid.

I managed a meek smile, 'Of course Mr. Peral- I mean Lady Glittoria. It's an honour to have been noticed by you.'

Reality can be catastrophically heart breaking... That's what I thought when I saw my beloved characters walk away hand in hand, oblivious to my inner thoughts.

I twirled on my heels and shot down the hallway, my despair getting the better of me. This is chaotic! There is no way I am prepared to meet the rest of the Kuroshitsuji Crew! Just then-

'Hey, wait up!'

I awkwardly halted in my tracks but did not have the nerve to turn around.

The figure or rather figures wheeled towards me taking their own leisure time. My heart was pounding in my chest, at an inhuman pace cause I recognized that VOICE. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! NOOOOoooooo!

I stiffly turned my torso around to take another impending emotional attack. Dear God! Can anything get more devastating? I froze in my place.

The acclaimed servant trio was approaching me. Even from that distance, I could see silver piercings gleaming randomly across Finny a.k.a Jamie Hubert's face and ears. His hair was yellow as it should have been except for that horrendous blue streak that coursed right through the centre. I almost fainted when he neared me.

'Here, this is yours, right? Says Gary Hemmsworth...' he put forth a pearl beaded bracelet, the bead line specked with thin silver connections and many small black feather hangings.

I looked at the bracelet and then at my naked hand in a really slow motion. 'Yes, yes... thank you Mr. Hemmsworth.' I hauled a sane reply out of my wrecked brain and flashed an artificial gay smile at Bard as I took it. He was smiling brightly before abruptly jumping to reach little Finn- I mean Jamie's ears and whispering something.

'Don't mention it... he says.' Answered Jamie.

Wait! What in the world was happening? Is he auditioning for Snake's role or something? But that's not possible right? I think my obvious confusion was evident on my face for Mey-rin, a.k.a Amie Hemmsworth, her huge glasses conveniently concealing three-fourth of her face, enhanced by her short bob red hair, replied without taking her eyes off her phone, 'Gary doesn't speak in front of girls.'

'What? I thought those characters existed only in Big Bang theory!' My prying eyes slyly glanced over to Amie's chest. 'Then does that make you what I think it makes you...?'

I think she was watching me cause her head shot up immediately and tears streamed out of her eyes. 'I am... I am a girl... hic... hic... Gary! Gary! She... she... she... hic... thinks I am one of those...' she pointed her finger at me. I lurched back clutching my chest in shock.

'I-I... I am sorry...' I began to stutter completely losing ground to the sudden outburst. I didn't even say anything!

Gary held his hand up with a silent understanding nod and folded his arms around his sister in a comforting embrace. He still didn't talk to either of us.

Jamie quickly sprang to my side and whispered, 'Don't mind her. She is suffering bipolar.'

Uh-huh! I kinda figured that! A tired smile crept up to my lips but disappeared when I noticed his piercings. Oh! Finnian's adorable face – completely destroyed! A picture of me, tugging a few strands of my hair out, emerged in front of my eyes.

'I give me number later.' He winked at me.

I was taken aback. 'Aa... um... Excuse me...' I babbled.

'I see you charmed by me face.' He flashed a coquettish smile and took me by my waist. 'You have great... figure...' he demonstrated with his hand, drawing waves in the air, 'minus short height.' He continued placing his index finger on his lips bearing 3 painful piercings. 'I don't mind me spend time with you. We catch up Formosa Cafe after shoot? Tomorrow? You know... get know each other... you know what I meen...'

My brain made a 360 degree spin. Ah! Please spend some time to work on your English instead! Wait, how do you even play your role in the shoot? More importantly how does Bar- I mean Gary do his role? I only smiled, straining to keep the corners of my lips from plummeting to display my utter disgust at being hit on by a perverse punk kid, the same height as me and WAY YOUNGER THAN ME! 'I don't think my boyfriend will appreciate that.' An instant lie bubbled out of my mouth.

He shrugged, going back to his companions, 'To bad... But let me know if break up. I will be... happy... patch up... you know what I meen...!' He winked again before disappearing down the hallway.

What nerve! That cocky brat! I huffed as I found my way back to the backstage again.

I must have been severely affected by all the disappointments cause I bumped straight into a pure white clad body heading my way.

'Ouch!' I rubbed my nose and looked up, 'Oh! I am so sorrrrrrrrr- ' SEBASTIAN?