A Kiss To My Prince
-Kidnapping Arc-
Chapter II:
Phantom Of A Beautiful Dinner
Title: A Kiss To My Prince
Summary: After an incident with all the right intentions goes awry. Will Yuri be able to hand the consequences? Yuri wakes up 125 years back in past in Ciel's bed. Stuck in 1887, she helps Ciel and Sebastian to complete their mission as Queen's "guard dog" and also along the way, everyone who has become involved with her, has somehow gained an emotion they had once lost
Pairing: Sebastian x OC x Ciel with Claude x OC x Alois!
"My name is Yuri Park. There was an incident and I woke up in 1887. Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time? Whatever's happened, it's like I've landed on a different planet. Now, maybe if I can work out the reason, I can get home."
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This chapter contains: 1st Arc of Kuroshitsuji manga AND anime 'Kidnapping Arc' continuous of Chapter 1/Episode 1.
This dress was unbearable! It was hot and itchy and it felt like I was choking. I pulled at the collar fruitlessly, wishing for the umpteenth time I could just wear my regular clothes. I alternated between staring at the wall and its contents distractedly and fiddling with the dress's collar. How did people do this every day? The fabric of the dress seemed to retain heat rather than letting it escape, and as if moving around in this thing wasn't difficult enough, I had a petticoat, which was a bitch to get on.
"I will arrange appointment with Miss Nina for proper measurement. Please bear along with it for now please" Sebastian picked up my dresses and shoes.
"Hey, Sebastian." I spoke.
"Yes?" He straightened up, holding my dress and shoes in his gloved hands all neatly folded and were put away in rich white wardrobe.
"This person, Damian. You do know who he 'actually' is, right?"
"Of course. What kind of a butler will I be if I do not know who Mr Damian is? I have already informed Master Ciel, he will decide Mr Damian's fate."
Sebastian glanced through the tableware of the evening, polishing them along with the silverware. His experience eyes didn't miss a single spot of dust as he prepared for the dinner.
He brought out the tablecloth which he intended for the garden which he trimmed the dying flowers and plants several hours before. The butler headed to the market with handful of money he had been awarded for his service by his master to pick out the ingredients required for the food. No expenses was spared for high class quality of food instead of measly cheap quality many humans prefer but also because as a demon who had no pathetic greed over human paper currency.
Sebastian headed to where his master was, ignoring the three servants had been eyeing his every move in what they thought discreetly.
"Seeing how Sebastian's all fired up," Baldroy stated, "There's no doubt about it! We're got another guest coming today!"
"N-Not a doubt in the world!" Mey-Rin said happily.
"Yay, we'll get to eat a feast!" Finny shouted in happiness, "Leftovers!"
The cook poked the animated gardener in the forehead. "You fool! That's not the point." He scolded mildly, "This is our chance."
"Eh?" Finnian head tilted in confusion.
"We're going to get a step ahead of that Sebastian and surprise him!" Baldory explained, "It's an opportunity for us to show off our skills. Am I right?"
"Ah, I see!" Finny yelled, finally understanding. "Okay! I'll make the garden beautiful like our guests have never seen!"
"And I'll polish the tea set for our guest to such a shine that it will look like new!" Mey-Rin added.
"Then the Great Baldo will cook a main course so awesome our guests' jaws will hit the floor!" Baldo joined.
"All right, mission start!" The three servants raised their fists high in joined forces, "We're gonna do our best!" They set off in their own direction to success.
"So, what did you three do to cause all of this?" The ominous calmness in Sebastian's tone seemed to promise thousands years of painful deaths. Mey-Rin, Baldroy and Finnian couldn't help but cower away in fear at the suffocating dark aura that seemed to wrap them around their necks. Their history of plans gone right was rather shaky and dodgy and as if their chaotic past records could speak for them, this plan also had gone weary and quite not the way they planned.
The courtyard, once blooming with all kinds of exotic flowers, plants and trees that was shipped from all over the world ―even the furthest hidden lands of the East ― was now withered away, leaving no lingering memory of their previous beauty. The wildlives that inhabited once and flourished evacuated away from the fertile soils that now was a mere sandy, barren desert which a result of forest fire that Baldory had set upon.
Expensive, one-of-a-kind china sets shattered amongst the rubble and debris, the meat Sebastian had spiced with precision was burnt and charred black. The three yelped as the butler took small steps ― almost as if to taunt them of their impending fate ― as they shrieked away.
It also happened that I was walking down the hall towards them with Mr. Tanaka. It was obvious, without examining the anarchic surroundings, as clearly as a small, mini video playing inside my head of what probably had exactly happened of the servants' infamous doings.
I was tempted to speed walk away from the crime scene before thinking of helping them after they finish explaining their actions. Finnian started first:
"I was going to spray herbicide after I finished weeding...but the lid was open~!"
"I was going to take the guest tea set out," Mey-Rin bawled, "..But I stumbled and fell on the cart.."
"Well, see? There was raw meat lyin' there," Baldo explained, "So..I thought I'd cook it.."
The infamous trio burst out into dramatic tears, blabbering incomprehensible apologies all at once.
"I see." Sebastian sighed heavily, he should have known better after their first turbid incidents, "The fault is mine for leaving everything to finish all at once."
I wordlessly began to pick up the shattered glass first, careful not to be pricked by the sharp glass as Sebastian hummed thoughtfully. There were less than several hours before the guest of honour came and even if he was a demon, he would not be able to get any more ingredients or table sets. He was almost tempted to use his power to steal away the loudly weeping servants' voice cords although he would be even more content if they were able to follow the calm deposition of the house steward.
"Would you please follow Mr. Tanaka's example and quiet down―" His voice started out with annoyance tone, eyeing the gardener and the clumsy maid before his words trailed before it could finish as his eyes set on Tanaka's tea cup did an idea popped in his head. Clapping his gloved hands to grab his fellow co-workers' full, utmost attention after they stop crying did he ordered them with clear instructions.
"Silence, everyone. Listen closely to my instructions and carry them out immediately to the letter, understood? We shall make do with this." In Sebastian's hand was Tanaka's tea cup.
As the situation had calmed down enough to act on plan B, I helped them with Japanese theme garden ― since I am of Asian although I was Korean, I still believed Korea and Japan shared quite similar culture although each had their own significant differences unique to them. There was no need for exotic flowers or plants but short cut grass to keep it simple and create harmonic scenery without the need for thousands and thousands of exotic flowers I didn't even knew it existed. I think having many things at once made people's head hurt.
The rest can be replaced to create Japanese rock garden (AKA zen garden) to creates a miniature stylized landscape through carefully composed arrangements of small and large rocks, water features, moss, pruned trees and bushes, and gravel/sand. The small pool were filled with colourful koi fishes.
The work of the butler, me and the other servants surprised the oblivious household including Mr Damian by transforming the traditional 19th Century garden into tradition Kyoto style flower bed. Afterall, it was not everyday where someone bring the beauty of Japan right to 19th Century England. The details I've seen in the anime couldn't be compared, it truly felt like I was in Japan's beautiful garden that it even seemed to replicate the calmness that only such beauty could was so much better. More detailed than plainly drawn white design with dull rocks.
"The progression of East Indian jewel technology is really quite remarkable" Damian pointed out, trying to bring in more business than the board game they were playing. It was obvious the pair was in complete opposite thoughts to each other; Damian was only playing what he regarded as childish to appease Ciel into agreeing in his business offer. I understand where they were coming from ― no matter what Ciel's position was as Funtom's head, he was still a child who loved games no matter how twisted they made it be while adults were more interested in dull, business and boring conversations.
"Many brilliant people have also been raised there ― entranced by the eyes of the dead." He went on.
"That's unlucky. I'm out for one turn, eh?" Ciel was speaking to himself rather than the utterly boring man he was ignoring. If this man didn't take the hint, he later will.
"It's an opportune time right now!" A gentle smile appeared; hiding what lurks beneath, "I would like to continue to expand my company's business and secure larger workforce" Ciel leaned back, getting bored with the subject. How bothersome.
"It's your turn."
Damian looked at the chess piece with miserably hidden bored. It was obvious he was losing and not cared but for the sake, "Oh yes. Well then, excuse me." He threw the die which landed on certain card.
"Yes and five." He moved the dice.
"About that, though. If I were to receive assistance in the form of another £12,000 pounds..." Ciel saw it ― the flash of greed in his eyes. It reminded him of those foolish humans indulging themselves in sins every day.
"Excuse me," I interrupted causing both to look in my way, "Dinner is ready."
Damian stood up, acting like a gentleman at this situation, "Oh my, who is this young lady here Mr Ciel?"
"She is my guest who is currently staying here." Ciel said, standing up from the chair. Glad at my timing since he was most likely feeling like an animal set free of traps.
"Hello, Mr Damian. I have heard so much about you…my name is Yuri Park." Handing him my hand as he slightly bent down to press his lip. I swallowed the feelings to coil my hand away. Whoever said British man was a gentleman?
"My pleasure, Lady Yuri. You are of Asian descendent correct?"
"Yes, I am from Korea to be more exact."
"Oh my, that is quite a distance. I hear the Eastern are much mystery to this day due to their strict isolationist policy. What is your reason for coming here?" I felt like he was interrogating me but I had nothing to hide (in a sense) and yes Korea was dubbed 'Hermit Kingdom' by frustrated Western conquistadors in days of yore. Even in the late 19th Century Korea adhered to a strict isolationist policy; a trade with a foreigner was punishable by death.
I went toward Ciel, wrapping my arms around his face in doing so like an older sister would do to a younger brother, "Why, help this little young master here of course!"
At this, blush crept onto the said person's face. Ciel wasn't used to close skin contact of other person except for Sebastian and even so disliked it and preferred only necessary contact, nonetheless with a girl and pushed my hands away in embarrassment.
"Must you act inappropriately in front of such presence?" Ciel raised a brow.
"Why? He's your worker, right? You shouldn't worry about those people. Someone who works only for the money will give you trouble one day because of money." I explained.
While Damien's face contorted into that of a horror he may have been busted of his true and not-so-innocent intentions, Ciel let out a huff that sounded much like an amused chuckle.
The entrance hall sparkled and shines light; it was almost blinding. Mr Damian awed in compliment as he looked around. Ciel must admit the demon always did his work up to the best standard possible, if not more. As if on cue, Sebastian and the trio servants entered, presenting their best selves as well.
The sets of oak door were like a portal to another dimension that was entirely different from the one they were in now. The door seemed to have been a door to heaven as it opened with much more brighter light before it dimmed down into appropriate setting, revealing an enchanting Japanese stone garden filled with bloomed cherry blossoms as its petals feathered down like snow.
Main highlight of the evening was in the centre of the courtyard, a long and slender dinner table covered with clean white cloth as not to dull and bring the full attention to the Japanese table decorations. Seeing the sight of it had me pondered on time after time, despite I have helped prepare the very garden I was admiring, how the butler was able to get it out there and did the garden in the short amount of time he had.
Ciel and Mr Damian were seated at each opposite end of the table while I was sat between the two in the middle. Sebastian walked smoothly to the table and placed the dishes in front of the household.
"Dinner is served." He announced, "On the menu is our chef Baldroy's Gyuu-tataki-don."
"Gyuu-tataki-don?" Ciel and the guest echoed in surprise.
"This..is dinner?" The butler nodded and there were small amount of disappointment in Damian's voice, "I was expecting a Kyoto-style course meal or something.."
Sebastian gave him a small smile of confident before bolting out, "Mr. Damian, did you know..donburi has been used in Japan from ancient times as a feast to express gratitude to labourers. A dish given as a treat to a person who has rendered great service..that is Donburi!" The older man and Ciel were clearly shocked and surprise at the knowledge he held.
"This dish is very popular in Japan, Mr Damian. A delicacy that will provide you tangy taste you will never forget." I added, earning Sebastian's smile of approval. I admit I never had them. I knew I was an Asian but that doesn't mean I like sushi or any raw fish/meat involved. The idea of consuming raw food irked me, especially after having a week on parasite in biology and found out about tapeworms, I shivered.
But for this event I guess I'll have to go with the flow. Sebastian definitely would have used high quality ingredient and prepared it safely, beside tasting new food is good, right?
"Houhan, a court dish for which the masses yearned, is said to be the origin of Donburi." Sebastian continued, appeasing Damian's mind toward the favour of the food that lied in front of him. "Furthermore, I thought you would be tired of elaborate dishes and planned this so you might eat the choicest of meat simply."
Daze look glazed over at the older man's eyes before laughing approvingly.
"Ciel, this is great! You always surprise me!" He joyfully added, "A lot of the fellows in this business lack a sense of humour. But I think we'll continue to get on just fine from here on."
The Earl smirked, satisfied, "I'm honoured to hear that."
"We did it!" Finny cheered, his arms shooting up in the air. "It was a complete success!"
Mey-Rin hurried toward, pushing through Finnian and Baldroy.
"Move out of the way! I'm up next, so let me do my job." She marched speedily through the door, stopping in front of the cart holding the wine.
"I also selected an Italian wine to suit your taste, sir." Sebastian informed, but there was an awkward silence between the pause and Sebastian motioned toward the still maid.
"Mey-Rin!"
"Yes?"
Sebastian moved closer to her ear and whispered, "Stop standing there and pour the wine into the man's glass."
The flurry of blush spread across Mey-Rin's cheeks like wildfire, his action having caused quite a panic at the proximity between them. She swivelled shakily to the guest's side, holding the wine in her arm with a dazed look behind her glasses. The chef, knowing her clumsiness ― particularly in untimely manner ― noticed with hawk eyes.
"..Hey?"
"Yes?" Finnian and Sebastian responded.
"Isn't there something wrong with the little lady?"
The trio trailed their eyes toward chef's pointing finger and gasped ominously.
"Miss Mey-Rin!" The three yelled, attempting to correct ― or if possible ― stop her, "You're spilling the wine!"
As the group inside panicked, Ciel, me and Sebastian took notice in this also but not the older man, who was busy admiring the garden. Mey Rin, still star-struck from earlier on, still poured on the wine even if the liquid was gushing dangerously to the rim of the cup, overflowing onto the white cloth when it was no longer possible for the cup to contain it.
Sebastian acted immediately with inhuman-like speed. His hands grasped the white table cloth and with a swift back pull of his arms, the red stained material smoothly glided off the table with only smallest amount of disturbance. The table wares, cup and plates rattled slightly as the only hint of such stunt he just pulled.
Damian, hearing the glass click, turned away from the scenery to the table which was now bare.
"W-where did the tablecloth go?" The man swore there was a white cloth beneath their plates.
Ciel schooled his sudden burst of panicked expression before smoothing it down to a slight smirk, continuing to eat as if it was nothing.
"I had it taken away because there was a slight stain on it. Don't trouble yourself. Excuse us for our discourtesy. Please relax and enjoy your meal."
I saw Damian slightly tilting his head puzzled before resuming back to eating. After that, I found myself too nervous to eat, realising I had dropped my chopsticks in shock. Even knowing Sebastian was more than capable, adrenaline kicked in at the risky move he just performed. Sebastian silently removed himself and walked back inside with the dirty cloth folded in his arm. Closing the door behind him, Sebastian let out a heavy sigh as he was confronted by very excited servants.
"You're wonderful. Simply wonderful, Mister Sebastian! You were just like Machaxki." Finnian complimented.
The chef proudly wrapped his arm around Sebastian's neck, "In my country, we'd call a guy like you 'superman'."
"I am no 'superman'," The butler smirked, dropping the chef's arm, "I am merely a butler."
I was still surprised by the task he could conjure so easily. When I was young, I tried removing the cloth without dropping any object but sadly, many were destroyed and amongst them was a very expensive, traditional Korean vase and from then mum refused to let me step a foot inside the kitchen excluding when we ate.
"So tell me, Mr Damian, more about your business. What are you plan after receiving the money from Mr Ciel?" I smiled.
"Well, I am planning to obtain larger workforce, with more able and experienced workers also new designs to be made via new artists."
"Oh? I'm sure I can trust you. These days, so many people are trying to con others of money," I sighed, my lip twitching when Damian's hand abruptly stopped, "I mean, it's so hard to trust people now days, right Ciel?"
Ciel silently agreed, raising his glass, "Right."
I could see sweat drops forming on his forehead, nervously wiping it with cloth.
"Hah...hah!"
Fleeing footsteps banged through the hallway, Mr Damian refusing to look back or even thinking about his manner as Sebastian leisurely followed behind, informing the Phantomhive hospitality was far from over. His legs jerked to one side, having twisted one of his legs and now he had to rely most of his weight on his good leg if he wanted to live. He would sometime feebly jump just to get little more distance even it didn't made any difference.
The man behind him was a monster for sure. With hair as black as ebony and eyes as red as a demon in the night that came to drag him into hell, pit full of fire. Damian's eyes landed on a door to a room in his left side. Glancing back as he could hear the silent steps of forthcoming doom and crawled inside just as he could see the butler's shadow in the door screen.
He let out a small gasp when his eyes finally adapted at the darkness to notice a figure leaning against the wall. Then he let out a relief sigh, "Oh, Miss Yuri―" He backed away, noticing my unusual pale skin than before, red coloured lip seemed more sinister and darker, my black hair framing my face to give eerie glow of my skin tone and image of grudge ― holding ghost and moreover, change of clothes.
I was dying to get out and with approved from Sebastian and Ciel as the dragging games are about to end, I changed into short black dress, tights and heels, sitting on wooden table.
"Hey, you, want to play with me for a bit?" Lust crossed his eyes, approaching him in ominous manner, it took him a while to realise what I done. I had pushed him inside a small container.
A closet? He asked himself and went deeper, feeling the tiny space caving uncomfortably. His hand reached out to feel the small closet, his finger dipping into something white and gushy. He brought his finger up to his nose and smelled it.
It was sweet.
Suddenly he was met with red. Was the room red all along? Was it a red room? He loudly gasped as the realisation hit him. The red colour he had been staring was eyes..the same very eyes he had ran away from. The butler stared through him through small slit in the closet. He could see the man feigning light sadness but his eyes sparked with sardonic enjoyment.
"Such an impatient guest" Sebastian tutted, "To think that you could get your hands on the dessert before it's in the oven."
"O…Oven?" Damian mouth fell open, desperate, "Let me out! Please let me out!"
"Oh! Don't people in Italy know? Here in England we use the grease of the meat for many desserts." Damian eyes shot opened once more as Sebastian slammed the slit, the sound echoing his fate has been sealed with doom.
Your body burns inside the crimson flames...
The Earl's voice echoed in his ears, playfully and taunting, as the man lost all sense of sanity and with his survival instinct kicking in, his mouth fell open to let out crying and yell for help and mercy. It was hopeless.
As sweat began to set in as the heat squeezed his neck the air out of his lung and warm air burning his nose every breath he took. He will die by being cooked to death. The heat was getting hotter by the second.
"You little weakling," I said, my eyes meeting his, "Take some strength off your shoulders. These types of kids are always around, coating their bodies with money all over."
Suddenly, there was an explosion and the cool air hit him in the face like an angel coming down from heaven, filling his lung with life once again.
"Yes!" Damian opened his eyes to see some glowing form of his saviour but there was none he could see and he did not care for that moment. His life was his foremost priority. His legs took off in pure fear.
"MAMMA MIA!"
Mocking laughter escaped Ciel's mouth as his dark blue eyes glanced down at the pitiful man running with not an ounce of dignity. Sebastian and Yuri had done their job successfully. It was a little disappointing that the bloodthirsty demon didn't kill him. After all, Sebastian did need to feed himself out of something until the real thing.
Suddenly he heard the door knock. He was sure it was Sebastian who was going to tell him about how he had finished the job to satisfaction, but surprisingly it wasn't Sebastian, but rather Yuri. That woman looked more suited in those dress compared to the modern ones and she was looking at him as if she had the time of her life.
"Ah, it was so fun!" I exclaimed, lazily slumping against the chair and folding my legs, hiking the long dress to show my ankles. Ciel frowned at the gesture but said nothing. At least I behaved like a real lady ― something he was surprised at the manner I spoke in the afternoon.
Creak…
Ciel groaned as he moved around his bed, pulling his blanket over his head closer. It was probably Sebastian, he thought until he felt his bed sinking deeper at the weight, he felt brief cold as the blanket was lifted but it was soon made up with another source of warmth other than his bed.
The young Noble felt second pillow slipping away from him―
What?
His hand instinctually shot under his pillow and took out his pistols before aiming the muzzle at the intruder, pulling the trigger lock. I could see the Faustian contract reflecting in his eyes, more clear and the vivid glow at the reflection of the moon. Short gasps and breaths escaped him, his teeth bared and brows furrowed in anger.
However, soon that confusion was replaced with baffled look, now he was more wake and think clearly without relying on his instinct.
"Are you going to shoot me, Ciel?" I shakily asked, too scared to scream.
"I told you to call me 'Master Ciel' while you are here. And what are you doing in my bed?" He demanded angrily, confused at the clear calmness(?) reflected on my face when there was a gun ― an object that was undoubtedly capable of shattering my skull ― just in front of my eyes.
"OK, one: I taught you about human equality. I don't care if you're Noble or a King! And two...I usually have Mr Tickles here but I accidentally brought Chucky the Killer Doll instead..." I stood up and held up a disfigured doll, earning disturbed and shocked look from Ciel.
Yes, guys. Chucky from the horror film, holding knife and saw yelling 'Die, die, die' with its murderous inhabitant soul. The doll had multiple stabbed and strike wounds on his face with stitches clearly shown, splash of bloods in his face and rag clothes, frightening excited, mad grin and he had a pocket knife in hand drawn looking as if ready to stab whomever.
Ciel, ironically being a toy manufacturer never thought it would be possible for someone to design or even think of such things but he had an idea, in my world many things is disturbing. He also noticed my night attire. Hardly any different from that..dress.
I wore some sort of black shirt only it did not hid my arms only drape against my shoulders to hold the shirt up finished with a small, blue ribbon with what he could make out picture of undergarments and matching pale blue puffy short with ribbon at the middle.
I explained it to him the shirt was called 'Wife Beater' ―another disturbing name for clothes.
"W-what is that?" He asked, feeling slightly phobic of the doll.
"Chucky the Killer Doll." I answered, calm as a day, "My mum gave it to me for my 3rd birthday. He's my cuddly. Actually, some of this blood is real. My brother and I have tough love." I pouted, hugging the doll closer.
Ciel's bewildered expression soon soothed into a look of irritation and chagrin, "That has nothing to do with me. Get out of my chamber, now or I will not hesitate to force you out in the street."
I became silent, my façade of playfulness fell and my true feeling surfaced like an unstoppable sea current, my lip quivering and eyes watery then in haste of burst anger I unleashed the diatribe, "You haven't truly loved someone, have you? That's why you can talk so casually. You don't know what it's like to have someone leave your side overnight, do you? Nothing changes except that one person's absence. Someone like you would never understand. Is it so wrong to feel the pain of losing someone?"
It was too late when realisation hit me like a cold bucket of water and too slowly did my palms slapped upon my lip to stop the already escaped words. My unfair criticism undoubtedly affected him because those furious look melted once again into lost emotions. The need for someone's presence turned into who can insult each other more.
"I-I shouldn't have said that..." My voice muffled behind my hands but the message was clear I was soon regretting it.
He lowered his gun, arm and weapon limply dropping onto the cover of the large bed that could fit probably eight people or so.
"...You idiot..." He muttered, a light hearted insult in reply to my more impactful one, expression softening to understanding. He might be brought up as a gentleman but he was a child. If she was going to act like this, he would fight like her. Besides, I wasn't like any other ladies in 19th Century, unlike most she didn't get offended easily.
The tension soon levelled down to the point I felt relax to plop down, pulling Ciel along, "So can I?"
Ciel looked at her and the doll distrusting, particularly at that thing. He refuse to call that a doll. As a toy company owner, that kind of quality was unacceptable. Moreover, a grown woman and man of no deep acquaintance sharing a bed were scandalously unheard of. He had a fiancée for heaven sake! This could be considered unlawful adultery too.
"You do know, this is just wrong right?" He asked.
I smiled, "And that's why it's very right."
Facing each other as we continuously bickered lightly on childish matters, "I can't sleep in a house big as this!" and "Don't you read books? It's always the butler!"
Soon we felt our eyes draping heavily. I was the first one to go into deep slumber, hugging my cuddles tightly into my chest as Ciel continued to stare before giving in to dark alluring promise of rest.
"This is the last time..." He swore before falling into peaceful sleep.
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