His Butler, Elizabeth?
Chapter IV: His Butler, Helpful
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Well, the last chapter was more of a filler than anything else, so... You know, Lizzie's his butler now and all that jazz. So let's read.
"Ciel!" Elizabeth called as she ran down the hallway, "Ciel! You got a letter!"
He looked up as she entered the room and put it on his desk.
"It looks important." She commented.
"It is," He confirmed, "I've received a letter from Queen Victoria."
The Queen? Elizabeth's face brightened in excitement. She'd always wanted to help him with his Watchdog business but of course, she never got the chance.
She peered over her fiancé's shoulder and tried to read, "What did she say?"
"Apparently, lately at balls and parties and bashes and the like, the hosts have been disappearing." He explained.
Her face brightened even more, "You know what that means, don't you?"
He sighed, "You're going to make me go to a ball, aren't you?"
"No, Ciel! Don't be ridiculous! I know how much you hate going to balls!" She gave him a grin, "We're going to throw one ourselves!"
He could almost see the ribbons in the main room now.
"No! That would get me kidnapped!" He proclaimed, "Or you! Or both of us! Kidnapping is not good. We could get killed!"
"Isn't there a good chance that you could get killed in all of your missions?" She questioned, "Besides, we can both hold are own in situations that call for it."
"Fair enough. We'll throw a ball." He agreed.
"Yay!" She cheered, "But neither of us have anything cute to wear. We'll call Nina! And-"
"But first," He began, "we must visit and old friend of mine."
"U-Under-taker?" Elizabeth muses. "Why do we need to speak to an undertaker?"
"Because he's the only one in London that can give us proper information." He replied.
"What's his name?" She asked.
He looked at her, "He prefers to be called Undertaker." He said as they walked in the door.
"Oh! Why if it isn't the Earl? Have you finally come to try out one of my caskets? And, oh! I see you brought a lady friend!" He says putting his finger on Elizabeth's nose, "You haven't done anything naughty with her, have you?"
Ciel's face turned red, "No. And I would appreciate it if you would remove your finger from my fiancée's face. I need your help."
"You know my price." Undertaker said with his creepy smile.
Ciel sighed, "What did the-"
"No!" He cried, "I want a joke from the pretty blonde girl. You may stand outside Earl!"
Ciel went to the door and said, "Just tell him something funny and you'll be fine."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" The Undertaker shop lost it's sign again. "She's funnier than your little butler!"
"What did you say?" He asked.
"What happens in here, stays in here." She replied seriously.
He sighed, "Have their been any nobles dead recently? Ones that hosted parties?"
"Mmm...no..." Undertaker replied. "Well, just one. But that guy was really, really old!"
"Says you." Ciel says, "Alright, thank you."
"Come back anytime if you'd like to try out a casket! For you or the lovely lady." Undertaker called.
Elizabeth gave Ciel a worried look, "Is that guy a pervert? Or is he crazy?"
"He's just older than dirt."
"Nina!" Elizabeth cheered, "I'm so glad you came!"
"Of course I'd come and see my two favorite clients!" Nina smiled, "Where is Ciel?"
"I'm here." He sighed as he walked in the room.
"Good. Out of curiosity, where's your butler?"
"Right here!" Elizabeth piped in.
"Huh? Where?" She asked.
"I'm his butler, Nina!" Elizabeth smiled.
Nina looked to Ciel who nodded in confirmation. "Then am I making a butler tailcoat?" She asked.
"No. But I might need one of those later. Ciel and I are throwing a ball!" She said with a look of enchantment on her face. Ciel could practically see the sparkles jumping of her person.
Nina gave a light chuckle, "I see. So you need matching outfits. What color should they be?"
"If I may suggest-" Elizabeth was interrupted by Nina.
"No! You always suggest the colors! I think it's Ciel's turn to pick." Nina stated, "Ciel, what's your favorite color?"
"Umm, blue, I suppose." He pondered.
She put her hands on her hips and sighed, "Kid, I can see 65 shades of blue in my head right now. You have to be more specific."
"Midnight blue?" He tried.
Nina eyes widened, "Oh! I can see it now! The Earl, with a suit in the shade of deep midnight blue with a light silver top underneath and the buttons on the top as the same color. How does that sound Ciel?"
"Fine." He muttered.
"But you Elizabeth," Nina began, "you'll be the grand jewel of the ball! Imagine a midnight blue strapless dress with a sweetheart neck, but, instead of a strapless dress, it's a sleeveless get up, with the background of shiny silver, you know, behind the blue, with tiny little gemstones on the blue part. I can see it perfectly!" Nina's head turned up and to the right slightly.
Elizabeth's eyes shimmered, "I can see it to! But I'll need a midnight blue headband! With that I can see it perfectly!" Her head turned up and to the right slightly too.
Ciel turned his head that way, as well. What were they looking at? There was no dress up there! Maybe it was a girl thing...
"So when is the ball?" Nina asked.
They looked at each other and shrugged, Ciel answered, "Perhaps Friday."
"Actually," Elizabeth piped in, "Can-Can we have it on Saturday? It's just because...umm...never mind-"
"That's your birthday." He reminded himself as he titled his head, "You...you'll turn fourteen."
"Yeah."
"Then it's decided. I'm going to throw a ball for your fourteenth birthday." He nodded, "It would be odd for the Earl of Phantomhive to throw a ball for no reason. Now I have a perfect one."
A/N: Ciel Phantomhive is throwing a birthday ball for Elizabeth! What could go wrong?! (Everything...).
I hope I did Nina and Undertaker okay. I've never done either of them in a fic so...
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"'I hate parties.' Says Oscar.
'You're a fuddy-duddy.' Says Emily.
'At least Greenie and Smile are enjoying themselves.' Sighs Wordsworth.
'Wait,' Begins Wilde, 'Where is Smile?'"
His Butler, Refined
Woohoo! Here's a bonus fluffy scene I had no place for:
"Ciel?" Elizabeth asked as she walked into the kitchen, "What in blazes are you doing?"
"I'm making a sandwich." He replied as-a-matter-of-factly.
"No, you aren't." She corrected.
He made a 'humph' noise and said, "Yes, I am. Bard is asleep, and I figured I could make my own."
"I could've made you a sandwich. I'm your butler." She said.
He sighed, "You're a teenage noble and my fiancée. I have no clue why you are so persistent on trying to be my butler."
"I want to help you." She admitted, "I got rid of the best butler you ever had. And you can't operate without assistance. You still can't button up your own shirt."
"I don't require your assistance, Lizzie." He replied, "I can do things by myself."
"Alright." She said, "I would like to tell you that you probably shouldn't put that much cinnamon on your sandwich. Or any cinnamon. Or any vanilla."
"I like cinnamon. And vanilla." He replied.
She gave him an odd look and took out a teaspoon. She grabs the vanilla and pour some on the spoon. Without a word, she sticks it in Ciel's mouth.
"My lord!" He cursed, "What was that?!"
"That's vanilla." She gave a knowing smile.
"How expired is that...that death juice?" He asked.
"It isn't." She replied, "Would you like to try the cinnamon?"
He looked at her, "Why do you want to be my butler? I could hire another one, but you are intent on it. Why?"
"Because...because...because I wanna prove to you that I can do more than dance, throw parties, and swing you around mercilessly. It seems to be all you think I'm good at." She pouted.
"That's not true." He rebudled quickly.
"Then what else do you think I'm good at?"
'Find the right words, Ciel.' He thought to himself.
"I knew you-"
"Everything." He stated.
She blinked, "Huh?"
"You're good at surprising me. And slipping into places undetected. I know that because this place is more guarded than most prisons. How did you get in here when the servants had no clue who you were?"
"Heh. That's a story for another day." She smile bashfully.
"Anyhoo... You're good at smiling and being happy. If you aren't smiling, sometimes it takes me a moment to recognize you. It's odd when you're not happy and and cheerful."
"You're being cheesy, Ciel." She warns.
"And you...are good at being my fiancée. I mean, you can guilt me into the things I'd never agree to do for someone else. The Undertaker couldn't try to throw a ball in my manor. And if Lau popped up uninvited and sat on my desk... And, your a good butler."
"Ciel, that was very sweet. But very cheesy." She joked.
"Just help me make a sandwich without vanilla."