Ciel Phantomhive. The young man was only 18 years of age and had more power and authority than most men in their 40s. Now why would such a young man, such as himself, have more power than his elders? His father, Vincent Phantomhive, had been a detective of sorts. With many connections to those who could help him solve a crime, they kept their eyes and ears open for him. Vincent has been a force not to be messed with, he reported directly to the queen as did his own father before him, as the Queen's guard dog.
Vincent and his wife, Rachel Phantomhive, were no longer in this world that Ciel was a part of, having passed away together in a tragic ending. Leaving Ciel alone at a young age of 10, Rachel's sister, Angelina or known to most as Madam Red, had been given custody of young Ciel Phantomhive.
The young child was now the sole heir to the Phantomhive estate, and had to take over his father's work, managing a popular toy factory otherwise known as Funtom Co. and his father's duty to the queen. But of course he did not get rights to manage a company at such a young age, Ciel did not get to do either of the things he was expected to do until he had turned 16 years old. And now at 18, he had managed to make Funtom Co. the number 1 toy company in England, and did his duties to the queen with little difficultly.
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"Sebastian, I believe it would be best if we went to go look at the bodies in person," spoke the young eye patch wearing man from the backseat of his expensive vehicle, known as the one and only Ciel Phantomhive.
"Would that be wise, my lord?" Sebastian, the clad in black butler replied from the front seat, "You do remember we would have to go to him."
"I am aware, but it would be best if I could actually see the bodies, rather than pictures of them,"
The butler sighed, turning the vehicle down a road, this is going to give me one hell of a headache.
The man and his butler stood outside of a dark grey building in the middle of nowhere it seemed, but was truly just on the outside of London, the name of the 'shop' in bold letters across the front of the building with the door underneath. The windows were blacked out so people could not see inside, there was no open or closed sign anywhere to be found on this particularly building.
"Let's get this over with," Ciel mumbled, pushing open the door and stepping inside, the door creaked loudly as it was opened.
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The inside was dark, with only one lamp that sat on an empty counter to one side of the room, there were no chairs to sit on, no furniture of any kind, there were bookshelves lining the wall behind the counter, a few homemade pots, and the most obvious things for this type of work.
There was a creaking sound from somewhere in the room along with a creepy type of laugh, "kekekeke, well if it isn't the little Phantomhive lad here," the voice spoke. A man dressed in black robes with a grey sash and long grey hair with bangs that covered his eyes appeared from inside one of the many coffins in the room. "Do I get the pleasure of finally fitting you for one of me coffins?" the man cackled, walking over to Ciel, towering over him, grinning a wide smile.
"I am not here for that Undertaker, you of all people should know why I would come to see you," Ciel said in a tone that could only be described as monotonic.
Undertaker cackled again, "Ah yes, I do believe I know why you are here, the most prettiest people have been coming to see me lately to make them beautiful for their final ceremony of life."
Ciel rolled his one eye, Undertaker had been one of his father's connections, Ciel would never understand why his father had put up with his creepy man, "the latest victim, a woman by the name of Clementine Smith, I would like to see her body if you don't mind." He said politely.
"You know my fee for information, little puppy," Undertaker said, his wide smile never leaving his face, "give me a good laugh and I may let you see her beautiful marks."
"Sebastian, go stand outside," the young man ordered. Sebastian bowed with a, "Yes my lord," and did as he was told, going outside and shutting the door.
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Laughter erupted from the man known to all as Undertaker, his laughter being able to be heard from a good distance away from the shop and to all within that distance. He laughed and he cackled, rolling on the floor, "That was a good one little Phantomhive,"
'Little Phantomhive' watched the man roll on the floor, a look of indifference on his face, "May I see the body now?"
Undertaker got up off of the floor, still giggling about the joke he had been told, "Of course, get your butler and come this way." He stalked off to a door in the back of his shop, disappearing behind it.
Ciel opened the creaky door to the outside, "Sebastian, you may come-," he stopped his sentence at the view of the older man. The butler was sitting on the ground, holding a cat in his lap and playing with its paws, his expression was of a young child who was told they could eat as many sweets as they liked. Ciel growled, "come inside, you cat obsessed freak!" The cat quickly scurried away, startled by Ciel's shout, "coming my lord..." the 'cat obsessed freak' mumbled, standing up and following his master back into the shop.
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AN~ hello! I am here and i bring with me a chapter! woooo! and Undertaker is in this chapter as well! i had a lot of fun writing for him xD, he's just one of those characters you love because of his odd personality. I was thinking of ideas for this story today and BAM! this chapter happened, i'm pretty much winging this whole story, who has time to plan out the whole story? pssh. ain't nobody got time for that! i hope you readers are enjoying this story thus far. i haven't got even one review for this story :( i want to know what you people think! i ain't writing this story for me after all! favorite, follow and all that good stuff. leave me a review with your thoughts on the story! reviews inspire me to write! 3 ~ Dani
