A Kiss To My Prince
-Kidnapping Arc-
Chapter IIII:
Trouble Maker
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' chapter 3-4/Episode 2
Ciel watched as the figure slowly disappeared into the long corridor, becoming smaller and blurry like fast flashing memory. As if she had put a spell on him; he did not noticed his fist clenching so tight his hands were pale as the deads until she finally vanished from his eyes, circulation cut off at the amount of pressure at the poor abused hands.
He wanted to throw a tantrum at her behaviour. That constant look in her eyes that hid so many things about him; pitying him yet he knew so little about her. He would have slapped her for her insolence and the disrespect to the Noble blood but he found her domineering manner and abrasive irreverence toward his position appealing.
"Sebastian" In flash, the butler appeared. Head in deep bow and his gloved hand on his chest ready to do his master's bidding until the end of the bargain.
"You called for me?"
"...Find her. Knowing her, she will be probably lost somewhere in this manor." He then glared at the closed oak door beside, "And get rid of the guests as soon as possible. I would like to be alone for today. If you find her, please bring her to my office."
"...Yes, my Lord" The demon obviously noticed the change in his behaviour. Yes he threw fit sometimes and behaved as cold and harsh against his own kins and kinds but there was something more different. His anger stemmed from true frustrations and a child's true curiosity to the world beyonds his.
OK, I am officially lost. I said to myself tenths times. Why does the manor have to be so big? I grumbled inside. I boringly watched as my shoes kicked invisible dust, hands clasped at the back and head down. Did he really had to say that? I know he was a kid and everything but it doesn't give him the right to act so...chavy(1)!
I sighed, "How will I find my way?" And as if God had answered my small voiced prayer, more like a demon who answered to it, a voice said, "Are you lost, my lady?"
I turned and saw Sebastian with his usual easy going smile. A big smile appeared on my lip, thank demon! I ran towards the smiling demonic butler, bouncing with happiness, "I'm so glad you're here. This house is damn big. I'm lost," As stupid as it sounds, being lost in a house but my house was smaller. Much smaller.
"Well if maybe so, please." He sidestepped and guided his hand to the left corridor, "Follow me" He guided. It wasn't long until we were in front of Ciel's room.
"Ah, wait!" Sebastian halted, "Um...the Italian guy...uh Va-Azu?" I stuttered, I always find it hard to remember or even pronounce his name.
"Mr Azzurro Vanel?" Sebastian suggested.
"Yes! Him!" I clapped my hand, finally getting his name, "He's going to kidnap Ciel."
However, only a smile bloomed in his red lip, "Oh? Well, it would be very enjoyable." Surprised look etched into my face, "Tell me, my lady. Will he live?"
I nodded slowly, little disturbed at Sebastian's nonchalant dismissiveness of Ciel's safety, "Well then, it is nothing too serious. I need to prepare for an afternoon tea soon. Please, my lady, do not fret." Then he did the most unexpected thing: his slender hand reached up and touched my right cheek, stroking it with his thumb.
I instinctively moved back as if fire touched my skin, eyes popping and scarlet blush crossed my face as I stared at him with wide eyes. I wasn't familiar with men's touch, having no time and going to all girls school meant I didn't have any experience in relationship, being raised under strict Asian household.
In my age, I was taught that studying was important. That I could do whatever I want when I'm older and that there won't be any chance of getting back at the wasted time and study is viewed as being regarded as crucial to financial and social success,and competition is consequently very heated and fierce.
"You had a spot of dirt on you." He stated dismissively. This pulled me back in from frozen state.
"Saving the best for the last. Is that it?" I didn't know what I was doing or thinking when the word spilled out of my lip calmly―
Sebastian narrowed his eyes delightfully, "Of course."
―Because by the time I got my head straight, I was sitting on a rich, vintage chair with Ciel staring at me confused. I wasn't angry at him. And if I was, it was only a fleeting emotions - those anger you get for your brother but you know you can always forgive him no matter how worse it was - there's no way I would say that. Are you kidding me?
I crossed my arms and legs, glaring, "What?"
Ciel cleared his throat, fidgeting in his chair as his eyes wandered everywhere but front, "..It seems my behaviour for earlier has been unacceptable and ru-"
Before he could finish, I had pulled his arm toward the cupboard, wrenching open the furnished oak door in the right corner. I quickly closed the door, blending it with the wall once more. It was quite small, as it was originally made to store small things such as finished documents, umbrellas and his walking stick. Our bodies tangled as result.
"W-Wha!" Ciel thanked the darkness that she could not see his very blushing face but he was sure she could feel the heat in his face getting more warmer and warmer in her hands that was currently clamped onto his mouth to keep him from making any noises.
But either she did and she did not care or she didn't notice because, although her body perfectly fitted into his like a missing piece of puzzle, her eyes was trained to the closed door. He felt twinge of annoyance at her dismissal of his presence. Moreover, the convenient position they were in the closet; her leg was in between his, keep brushing his inner thigh through even the slightest movement in this constricted area. His leg was also in between hers and their other leg brushing their outer thigh.
It took him few minutes to compose and calm himself down. He heard muffled voices certainly not any of his servants, their quiet but loud enough gave him a mental images of someone snooping around in his office.
Soon, the noise died down.
Were they gone? I wondered. I leaned my ear on the door, hoping to hear any small noises. None. Grasping his hand, I pulled him out. Looking at the state of the office, piles of documents Ciel had finished and organised were now flopping around the air, curtains flapping against the gust of winds. Clear sign of intrusion.
"Come. Quickly. Seb―" Before I could call upon the demonic butler-who may I say I warned him about this. I guess I forgot to mention all the tea would go to waste, a damp cloth covered my mouth. It smelled sweet antiseptic-like smell, chloroform. From the corner of my eyes, the young Earl thrashed around until the chemical took effect, causing him to droop in the kidnapper's arms.
I tried to not to breath as long as possible, knowing the chemical evaporates into gas quickly and that's the smell people notice. But the downside of it is that, unlike the films and movies I see don't mention chloroform is highly irritable to the skin. And this kidnapper certainly wasn't wearing any glove. I could feel the stings in my skin around the mouth area, longer the cloth was there the more skin it burnt.
Before allowing it to take effect, I feigned struggles, scratching him and allowing the kidnapper to think I was trying to get myself out, I quickly unclasped my necklace- a gift from my 9 years old cousin who saved up and brought me hello kitty necklace from Swarovski for £41 (Better than my brother who got me 1p from the fountain) and dropped it on the floor for Sebastian to find.
In my come and go conscious, I felt my body being dragged to the window, thrown across the abductor's shoulder like some sand bag before escaping.
Sebastian hurried down the hall towards the young master's study, rolling a cart with the afternoon tea and dessert also. He stopped at the door when finally reaching it and knocked. No answer was heard, so he knocked again. Oh, was this the kidnapping incident lady Yuri was talking about?
"Young master." He called, "I have brought your afternoon tea." Again no respond. The demon then opened the door, peering inside. Crimson eyes stared when discovering an empty room with the window opened; the only occupant being the small chain necklace with fascinating design. He walked to the necklace and picked up the silver chain. He remember she wore them everytime, excluding when she took bathing of course.
At the edge of the East End in Whitechapel stood a luxurious mansion that was guarded by many men in black (I guess that's where the film men in black came from). Deep inside, in a room on the top floor, were the bodies of the the young Earl and the time traveler. The Earl were bloody and bruised but still alive. Their kidnappers had tied them up with tight straps and cuffed their wrists and ankles. They sat on the floor next to one another. I had my head resting on the young man's shoulder while Ciel had his head down. He had awoke in this unknown place before me, first to give in to the substance and had received an unjustified beating from the kidnapper's lackeys. I was still passed out, worrying the young master to no end. Having enough of my silence, he shook his shoulder lightly to wake me up.
"Yuri, wake up." He ordered while doing so. His shaking continued and earned him a small groan from me finally. My eyes fluttered open before I lifted my poor throbbing head, hissed for the movement caused more pain. I looked around first and then towards the Earl.
"...That fucking bastard." He seemed little bit surprised at my vulgar language but said nothing.
"My head hurts." I uttered, leaning against him.
"I probably have a concussion." I told myself, my eyes droop. I know it was important to stay awake after the use of chloroform, to keep away the risk of dying. It was my dream to die in my sleep but I'm fifteen and a half. The whole thing of being fifteen is to go to sixteen. Just few months and I'll be legal to do things I already do!
Just then, the door to the room opened and the Boss stepped inside, slamming the door behind him. I groaned from the loud sound, burying my face in the crook of Ciel's neck. The man smirked at the sight in front of him.
"My, my. How intimate you two are. So familiar with each other." said the Boss, walking towards them. "I never would have thought you were the type to cheat although your greedy personality makes it hard to be satisfied with just one woman heh?" His eyes travelling up and down my form, currently the dress I was wearing and after all the hardship I went through, my dress was currently very open, revealing my thighs to the open eyes and the straps had slide down my shoulder.
Normal 19th Century women would feel uncomfortable and would dash to the church straight away for forgiveness being allowed herself to be looked and watched upon by other men even if it wasn't her fault. However I was 21st Century where it was haven for psychos and weirdos via internet. Compared to them, his 'lustful' eyes was just an infant compared to those people. Like I always say to myself: our generations is messed up.
Ciel frowned at the way he stared at Yuri like she was some common whore. She may dress like one, although it was her custom where she came from, but she had so much more.
"..Ciel, the order of the Inghilterra underworld." The Earl just glowered at him. The man stopped next to the desk occupying in the room. He reached over it towards a small wooden case, lifting the lid to reveal Spanish cigars.
"Dissidents meet their end in the jaws of your absolute power..you, the watchdog of the Queen." the man stated, picking up one of the smokes. "Over many generations has your kind done the government's dirty work..you, the aristocrat of evil."
"Shut up. The world doesn't listen to a weak person." I murmured, "His voice is giving me even more of a headache." The young master smirked while said person glared at me with anger before speaking again.
"So, tell me, how many aliases have you got? How many families have you ruined?" he questioned, cutting the tip of his cigar and lighting it. "The king of the number one toy factory in the world is just a brat, in this situation. Isn't that right, Ciel Phantomhive?" The man placed the cigar cutter back on the desk, shrugging. "I guess a man should not be judged by his looks, right? Still..I suppose it does make sense for the king of the toy palace to be nothing more than a kid himself."
"So, it was you who was behind it all." Ciel said with a steely eye, "The Ferro family's Azzurro Vanel."
"Si, that is correct." Azzurro nodded, "You know, little Phantomhive, here in your country, it is difficult for us Italian Mafia to conduct business. Very, very difficult." He pointed at the teen, "You Inglesi all have tea stains on your brains. Think about it..what do you think is the best way for people like us to make money?"
"Drugs." I answered, "You sell drugs-typical, when will people sell something other than drug-ugh! Don't even mention that. There are plenty where I come from: weeds, cocaine, crack, heroin, coke, hash, magic mushroom, angel dust, MDMA, crank. You name it. Don't worry, your business won't run out."
I don't do drugs! I mean look up goggle or Wikipedia, street drugs. There's thousands. God bless the Internet. Although, I usually don't rely on wikipedia but man they have some hardcore list of sex positions there. (Me and my friends looks them up) and my brother, despite the devil he is born 1997 a year after me, he is still a child who still think 69 is just a number. But I don't use Wikipedia for essays. Once, for history I wrote an essay about Hitler, copied and paste straight from Wiki, apparently it said Hitler was 'An alien from Mars who came down to Earth for world domination etc etc'. ITS TRUE GUYS, IT REALLY DID HAPPENED. UNTIL WIKIPEDIA TOOK THEM DOWN.
The Italian mobster certainly looked impressed at my knowledge of drugs, although recognising few street names but not all, "Absolutely right, mio caro." he smiled before frowning, "But once we arrive here, there was not even a whiff of mellow fragrance in this country-thanks to the watchdog."
"It is by order of the Queen that dealers and drugs are controlled." the young Earl informed to him. Ciel was still looking at me in disapproval, a suspicion in his eyes that maybe I done some. I shook heatedly, why do people think teenagers are stereotypical? I blame MTV. But you gotta love the tv shows there.
"Oh dear, what a prude." the older man laughed, walking to stand in front of the two. "There you have it! The reason I hate the Inglesi. Mama this! Mama that! You are nothing but a bunch of mama's boys."
"Says the Italians that worships their mama." I insulted, sticking out my tongue at him. I was tempted to throw him my best middle finger but since it was little bit tied, the tongue-somewhat childish-still had profound effect on the man.
His left brow twitched in annoyance. "Anyway, that the end of the day, you and I, we are two of a kind. We would like to make some money with you if possible."
I looked at the man with disbelief. "Are you kidding me?" I ranted, carefully trying to stand from Ciel's shoulder.
"Dude, are you high? This is like saying you don't know who Jesus is." This earned me a weird looks from both. Well, for once they were working as a pair. I noticed my arms were aching from all the handcuffs tied behind my back. I really was never flexible. But unlike the modern handcuffs where people are soo much clever: modern handcuffs are generally ratcheted until they are too tight to be slipped off the hands and designs were so much more complex and the positions of hands to prevent escaping, the 19th Century handcuff was much more large, unable to adjust to my wrist and longer chains.
"You know...I really don't like this positions so.." I stood up and bent down again, with some degree of effort, the handcuffed hands slid around the hips and down the buttocks to the feet; "Don't mind me...then sliding each foot up and over the cuffs.
"I won't escape" It was good thing I learned yoga. Although I first pulled my muscle in first lesson-hey, who knew you had to stretch? I thought yoga was stretching itself.
This surprised both, never having seen the tricks to escape those handcuffs tied behind back, I grinned, "Not without Ciel anyway."
Husked laughter escaped his mouth, his head thrown back, "Hahahahaha, why little Earl, just where did you find this lovely butterfly?" He used his thumb and index to lift my chin up, "She is certainly a rare thing" Again, 19th Century sexist pig.
"Leave her alone this instance, Vanel!" Ciel demanded, "I have no intention of colluding with a filthy sewer rat as yourself." The man gritted his teeth before harshly jerking me up with him.
He took a drag from his cigar. "So you say, Phantomhive, but I wonder about the other fellows. Maybe they are just afraid of the watchdog, and are sitting tight for the time being..in fear of Ciel Phantomhive, sweeper of the dark." Azzurro then went to arouse more anger, he just enjoyed seeing people suffer.
I felt his disgustingly, sweaty hands rubbing up and down my thigh, hiking up my dress. His smoke filled breath in my neck while looking at the young man. "I was especially careful not to deal those drugs in Italy. So, it surprised me that you found me so fast. I didn't think you would use Chlaus to get them. Haha, that is why, me-I am useless."
Ciel greeted his teeth I could hear the frictions from his mouth, then the young master smirked. "I have to agreed on that part, Vanel. You are useless. But," Those smirks were wiped away from his lips, "LET GO OF HER INSTANT! How dare you touch her with those filthy hands of yours!"
"Shut up. Now, you understand what I want. If you tell me where the drugs are, I'll send you and maybe I'll let go of your lovely mistress home alive after I get a little share of taste, little Phantomhive."
"If I fail to return, Chlaus will hand over the evidence to the government." The Earl stated, "Most unfortunate for you then. But I promise you in the name of the Queen, if you even touch a strand of her hair. I'll kill you" He didn't know where this was coming from but one thing was clear: he definitely loathe what he was doing to her now.
The Italian pointed a revolver at him. "One must never look down on one's elders," He threatened, "You snot-nosed little noble! I already have my men over at your manor. So, where are the drugs? If you don't spit it out pronto, I shall kill your servants one by one!" Ciel looked down for a moment before glancing back at him; a smile forming on his lips.
"Then I do hope your precious pet dogs know their way around a game of fetch." Azzurro laughed once before kicking him across the face. I tried to scurried over to check on him. But he wasn't letting go of her either.
The man picked up his phone.
"You hear that?" He said into it, spiting out his cigar. "There was a breakdown in our negotiations. So..kill them!"
"Sorry, age doesn't necessarily make you wiser, it just makes you older! I'm living proof of that. And it doesn't make you any better in bed than a wall. Let me tell you: Ciel is infinite times better in bed than you will ever even if God comes down to Earth to bless you with Sex God skills." This earned severe blushes from Ciel, "And I would rather fuck a pig, a horse, a snake, a fish and a frog than even getting a one slight touch from you." The one time I watched those..films with my friends as a dare, quite disturbed me but hey I found 2 Girls 1 Cup more messed up.
He flung me toward Ciel, he flinched as his back painfully came in contact with the wall and slammed the door closed.
"Oh, no you didn't." I snarled, "I'm so freakin' pissed."
"Ciel?" I called; my slender fingers brushing lightly through his dark grey hair. To think a young boy like him to go through things like this. I helped him move his head onto my folded legs. "Please be patient. Sebastian will come and kill them all." I reassured
Sebastian sighed, glancing down at the pie. "The deep dish pie turned out exceptional.." He thought, "So, where could he have gone?..Lady Yuri as well?"
"Mister Sebastian~!" Mey-Rin yelled, running towards him down the hall. "Th-There was a letter at the door!"
"To whom is it addressed?" He asked.
She glanced at it. "Erm..Mister Valet to Lord Ciel Phantomhive..Gah!"
Having stepped on her untied shoelace and unable to control her momentum as she comes tumbling down to the floor and bringing Sebastian with her-a bullet shoot by, slicing strand of Sebastian's hair before dozens shot toward them like rain.
They shattered through the hall window. The loud gun shots reached the ears of Finnian and Baldroy, immediately identifying the sound as assult. Miraculously, Sebastian and Mey Rin was unharmed as they just arrived to see him sitting up from the floor with flushed Mey Rin on top of him while managing to hold up the empty tray. The deep-dish pie landed back on the tray with precise accuracy.
"My, my." The butler sighed before glancing at the woman on top of him. "Mey-Rin, the letter."
"Eh? A-Ah, here it is." She stuttered, handing it to him. He undid the seal and pulled out the letter. As he unfolded it, his crimson eyes widen. Inside was written:
If you want your master and the woman back, bring the goods to Buck's Row in Whitechapel.
After reading it, the sound of feet stomping was heard behind them. Baldroy and Finnian came up, looking at the two with worried expressions.
"What the hell's going on?" Baldo asked.
"Are you two all right?" Finny questioned.
"It was nothing. We're fine." Sebastian reassured, helping Mey-Rin up who then fainted from their closeness not from the earlier assult. The boy ran up to the woman and tried to wake her. "Forgive me for asking, but might I leave the cleaning up of this mess and tonight's dinner preparations to you?"
The chef gave him a befuddled glance. "Sure, that's fine but-"
"I have have a tiny bit of business to which I must attend." The demon interrupted, placing the now-folded letter in his breast pocket. He then handed the pie to the chef. "And please take care of this as well. I shall return by dinnertime."
My, my what a troublesome pair they make. Such cute trouble makers.
Baldo looked down at the pastry. "Nn? So, take care of it means.." he questioned before looking back at the man happily. "I can eat-huh? Sebastian?" He discovered that the butler was mysteriously not there anymore.
Ciel fascinatingly watched as I undid the handcuffs swiftly and easily. The trap chains fell from my wrist so easily.
"How do you know these things" He asked, his face was so much cleaner after wiping it with some of my dress, "My uncle's a prison guard so he taught me a few things" He then looked down at my legs, "Hey, did you know the prisoners are the one who actually makes their uniform and the handcuffs?"
"Your legs are not numb, are they?" Ciel asked, looking up at the young woman.
I glanced down at him, there was a slight pins and needles but nothing serious. "No, they're fine..how's your face?"
He slightly shrugged. "It is something I can manage."
I frowned in worry, "Let me tell you… people like you who don't like to bother others and keep everything to themselves are the most difficult to handle, you know… because even if people want to be nice to you they don't know how. So if it hurt, just say it hurts. This isn't some kind of who can bear pain more games." I brushed his hair out of his eye, the visible one widening.
"We don't want that handsome face ruined." Another deep scarlet appeared in his cheek. How cute.
The phone in the room rang then and Azzurro answered it.
"Sir..sorry but I missed." The goon reported.
"You what?" The Italian shouted, causing his lackeys to jump a little. "You useless idiots! You bastards are finito! Get back here right now!"
We both smirked, knowing clearly what was happening.
"Hang on..something's in our way..WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"
"What? Have you seen a bear or something?" Azzurro laughed.
His only response was sudden yell of fear, bringing his smile into frown. "What's wrong with you? Are you guys too high?"
The sound of the car screeching was heard. "Go faster!"
"We can't!" Yelled the other.
"No! It's coming!"
"Hey! What is?" Their employer questioned into the phone. "Don't fuck with me. Cut it out right now, you bastards!"
"It's no use! It's here!" The sound of their screaming heard over the phone was so great that everyone in the room could hear it. Then there was nothing but dead silence on the other line. The Italian shouted into the receiver, asking them what was wrong and if they were still there. As he did so, chuckling filled the air. The man turned around towards the captive, at a chortling Earl and me. The young man glanced at his captor with an arrogance smirk.
"It would seem that your game of fetch was a failure." Ciel's words caused a chill to run down the man's spine before it was swiftly repressed by growing rage. He sped over, kicking Ciel's stomach to my horror. I quickly pulled him back just before he could do more damages to Ciel. Satisfied with his choice of anger outlet, he marched back over to the phone, picking it up.
"Hey! Give it to me straight or I'm going to kill you mutts! Hey!"
"Hello?" Azzurro paused.
"Hello? I am the servant of the Phantomhive family." The cigar fell from his mouth, staining the small area of the carpet black.
"Might our master and Miss Yuri be there? Hello? Is something wrong, sir?" His eyes blinked nervously and the telephone shook in his hand.
"Woof!" Ciel barked; he knew what Sebastian hated the most and used it to his advantage to say 'come and play'.
"Sebastian, you are so dead!" I added, my sanity slipping with frustration and irritation. Never had I been kidnapped and this was my first experience and did not like it at all! No wonder mum always warned me to come home early.
The demon only smiled on the other end at our 'enthusiasm'. "Understood, sir. I shall be there to collect you two straightaway. Please be patient for just a little longer." The line went dead, dial-tone taunting the mafia's ear with oncoming terror.
Sebastian snapped the radio phone shut, handing it back to the terrified pair with a kind smile, "Thank you for allowing me the use of your telephone."
They let screamed when the damaged car groaned over the edge of the cliff more riskier. It was the man sitting on the engine that was holding the car from falling completely with his strength.
"There are a few things I should like to ask you as well if I may?" He politely requested, "First, I would like to know the name of your master."
They were silence. Too fearful to even scream.
The butler frowned. "Come now. I fear patience is not one of my virtues." Giving them a last warning smile, "Surely, you do not wish to become..Humpty Dumpty?"
The men flinched. "T-The Ferro family's Azzurro Vanel! Their hideout is in the northern part of East End!" One of them bolted out in desperation.
Sebastian stared at them; a small grin forming on his lips. "I see.."
"We were j-j-just hired by him.."
"Oh, is that so? In that case, I do apologize for holding you up." Sebastian stood up, bowed and lightly hopped off the car.
"Please..have a safe trip." The car, without Sebastian's weight to keep balance, gave into its momentum as his crimson eyes watched with no compassion to their deaths. Turning on his heel, Sebastian headed down the moutain path with tight time limit.
"The Ferro family.." Sebastian looked at his pocket watch. "Oh dear. Just look at the time. I must make haste, lest I be late for dinner." As he walked off, a huge explosion happened behind..signaling the death of the two criminals.
Azzurro stilled in daze for a moment as the phone dropped from his grasp. The mafia turned and stared at the Earl laying on the floor, leaning against the woman. Just looking at the young man made him see red, making him stroll over to Ciel. He stared down at Ciel and lifted his boot, preparing to stomp on him. As his foot came down, I grabbed his ankle, having learnt some TaekWonDo when young.
"It would be nice if you at least clean your fucking shoes." What do I got to lose-actually loads..
The butler standing at the bottom of the steps, looking at the mansion.
"I say! What a splendid manor!" However, he had seen better.
The guards turned around, "Who the fuck are you? How the hell'd you get in 'ere?"
"Hmm, you lot seem to be rather busy. Might you be expecting someone?"
"What business does a butler have here?" One of the armed men questioned, "Which family are you from?"
The man snapped his fingers. "Ah yes, forgive me for not introducing myself. I work for the Phantomhive family." With the introduction out of the way, with a flicker of his heel, he flashed stepped toward the guards. It didn't take long for him to kill the weak humans. Sebastian glanced at his watch.
"Do forgive me, but as I am rather pressed on time."
Sebastian did not waste anymore time. Running inside the manor, bullets shot towards the intruder from the upper building. He easily dodged the silvers, his eyes kept focused on his destination. Taking advantage of replacing their gun loads, he threw his silver tray at the snipers. Their weapons was knocked out of their hands, some even sliced in half to others disbelief and shock. Their still movement allowed him to grab a coat hanger before piercing through their flesh one would believe he was stabbing through a jelly.
As last body fell, with the broken part of coat hanger stabbed through their chest and bodies piled up like a debris, Sebastian clapped his gloved hands to dust out any dirt.
Gunfire. Fancy plates shattering. Yells of profanities and orders. And screams of pain. All of this was what we heard as we sat waiting for Sebastian to come and rescue us. I sat on the floor with my knees brought up to my chest and head rested on top of them, sometimes even lying on the carpeted floor and dangle my legs up.
Right now, the Italian mobster lost his bravado facade and was trembling in terror like a child afraid of a mere dark. The Italian stood in the lounge room, holding his gun that resembled that of an image of a vulnerable man. T
It's gone all quiet..
He thought, bringing the gun upto his chest. Then there was clicking of shoes, getting closer and closer with disturbing calamity and leisure. The noise stopped in front of the door before they slowly creaked open.
"Pardon my intrusion."
The person stepping inside was not what Azzurro had in mind as his eyes widen seeing a butler walking in without a slight cut.
Bodies stabbed with either forks or dinner knifes, were scattered around the spacious room while in the middle, gulping audibly, he could see from where Sebastian stood, looking suave and calm even though surrounded by piles of the fallen in the background.
"I have come to retrieve my master and lady."
The Italian chuckled shakily. " Well, I'll be damned. I'm amazed to think you took all those men out yourself." he replied as the butler stood back up, smiling. "I was wondering what sort of big man you were. But you're nothing more than a Romeo, swanning around in a swallowtail coat."
He pointed the gun at the butler. "So, who are you?" Azzurro questioned, "An assassin hired by Phantomhive or maybe an ex-special forces mercenary? I know you are not just a butler, yes?"
The demon smirked. "Oh, but I am, just a butler, that is all."
"Ha, is that so?" The mafia man inquired, turning his gun in resignation. "In any case, I have no intention of fighting with you, Signore Butler. I surrender, sir."
"Sebastian, you certainly took your time! Do you know how bored I was? I was practically sexually harassed by that" I stated, looking at the man knowingly. He smirked, closing his eyes for a moment. When his eyes opened again, he looked down at the passed out Earl next to him.
"We were just getting to know each other, Mr Romeo." He uttered before grabbing the young master by his hair and wrapping his arm around him. The man then placed his pistol to Ciel's head, pressing the tip of the gun more to the younger man's head; the action causing him to awake.
"You don't want a hole in your adorable young master's head, now do you? If you are a butler as you say, you should know what this situation calls for, yes?" He warned.
Sebastian sighed, reaching inside his coat. "I have what you desire.." He pulled out the small Mouse 3 gamebox.
Wow, just for a game(!). Remind me next time not to come between two men and their games, I sarcastically thought.
Just then, blood spurted from his head; splattering to my distance as well and dying my light brown hair red. Multiple gunfire ensued suddenly, causing me to drop to the floor lower to avoid the bullets. I covered my head as bullets whizzed by. Ciel watched helplessly as Sebastian was brutally fired upon. As quickly as it begin, it ended. The man's body fell to the floor in a bloody mess. Behind a torn painting, a few of the Italian's men stood with smoking guns; the cause for the butler's death. They disappeared before returning again through a secret door.
"Did we get him, sir?"
Azzurro smiled, letting go of Ciel. "Yeah, good job." As he congratulated them, there laid Sebastian, in a puddle of his own blood, surrounded by his murderers.
"Haha, sorry, Romeo. But this game is mine." The mafia cockily announced.
I needed a shower, a random thought came to me. Thank goodness the dress was black or it would have shown.
"Hey." Ciel called, "Playtime's over." The man looked at him with widen eyes. Ciel glanced over at Sebastian's still body.
Ciel looked at me, "The lady here is getting tired and yet you are still there. What a gentleman you are" he commented, "I can't imagine the floor makes for comfortable slumber. So..just how long are you going to feign sleep?"
"I-It can't be!" Azzurro shouted in disbelief, turning to look when noticing his fingers twitching. He always loved to be dramatic.
"..My goodness..The firearms of today have improved greatly in terms of power, have they not? Those from a hundred years ago do not even compare."
The mafia man looked at his lackeys. "What are waiting for?" He questioned, pointing to the once-dead butler. "Kill him!" They complied, charging at him.
The demon held out his hand, showing the bullets that had pierced him."Please allow me to return these." Sebastian said before aiming them towards the group about to attack him. I watched as the bullets hit them in their faces.
The demon held out his damage coat, inspecting it. "Alas. What a pity." he stated, "My clothes are full of holes."
The young Earl glared slightly at him. "That's because you were playing around, you fool."
"I was simply following young master's order to the letter." Sebastian informed, licking the blood off his lips. "Your order to act like a butler..that is. Besides, that really is such a good look for you. And lady Yuri...what an alluring picture you are." He walked towards the young man and his kidnapper.
"G-Get back!" the Italian warned which the demon ignored.
"You two look just like a caterpillars..It's so hideous and wonderful all at once." he remarked to the pair, "It befits one as small and weak as yourselves. I thought it would be lovely to take in that view a little longer."
"Who do you think you're talking to?" Ciel questioned, irritated.
"Take a picture. It'll last longer" I resorted. I still can't believe he made me go through all this. Me, who never been kidnapped or in a situation that usually happens in the movies.
"Stop!" Azzurro yelled, causing the man to freeze. "Get any closer and I will kill him."
The butler placed his hand under his chin in thought. "Then..what shall I do?"
"Hurry up." the young master told, becoming annoyed. "My arms hurts and Yuri needs tending."
"Shut up!" the mafia man shouted at him.
"But, young master," Sebastian chuckled, "You will be killed if I move closer."
"Are you going to defy our covenant?" Ciel questioned.
"I shall do no such thing. Since that day, I have always been young master's faithful servant." He stated, placing a hand over his questionable heart. "I shall do whatever young master wishes..in exchange for the sacrifice and the pleasure that has been offered..Now.."
"What the hell are you talking about, you spookies?" the man growled.
A smirked formed on his lips. "..Young master." the demon told, "I do believe I taught you how to beg?"
Ciel's right eye opened, revealing the contract. "I command you." he ordered, "Rescue us!"
"I told you to shut up!" Azzurro exclaimed, finally pulling the trigger.
BANG!
Ouch! Did he really had to pull the trigger so near my ears?
"…? Wh..why..is he still alive..?"
"Are you looking for something?" The Italian paused as Sebastian leaned over his shoulder, holding the bullet between his gloved fingers. "Permit me to return this to you." He dropped the bullet in his coat pocket.
"Now, I shall be taking my master and Miss Yuri back." The demon announced, swirling his finger around lightly. "If you would please remove that filthy arm from his person?"
"Gyah!" The man screamed as his arm was magically pulled away; the sound of it breaking heard. As he cried out his pain, the butler picked up his master and carried him to one of the chairs in the room. He placed the young man down before removing his binding.
"W-Wait! You are just a butler, right? I can't die here like this!" Azzurro shouted, "I will pay you five-no, ten times your current wages to be my bodyguard! You can have all the booze and girls you want..so, come to my side!"
"My apologies, Mr. Vanel." Sebastian responded, dropping the broken straps. "But I have no interest in made-made rubbish, coin or any mere human women, I find lady Yuri so much more entertaining than any can offer me. For, you see.." He turned to look at him with fiendish eyes. "..I am a Devil of a butler." He then walked towards the stunned man, removing one of his gloves to reveal his own contract.
"So long as the young master possesses the mark of the covenant, I am his faithful dog." The demon continued, "A sacrifice..a wish..and a covenant bind me to my master." Ciel rested his chin on his hand, looking at the doomed man as black flames began to surround him.
"Too bad for you..but this is game over."
Back at the manor, after the chaotic day was over, the three servant rested in the garden. Baldroy held a knife and craved on pieces of tree branches to discard his boredom.
"What the hell! Whose bright idea was it to make chopsticks outta the trees in the garden 'cos we ain't got any silver?"
"Mister Baldroy's." The remaining two answered the chef's complaint.
"Haah..Mister Sebastian really is late getting back.." Mey-Rin worriedly noted.
"He is, right? It'll be dinnertime soon. Ah!" Finny said, looking towards the garden entrance. He jumped up, happily. "Mister Sebastian, welcome home!"
Sebastian gracefully walked in with a smile while carrying an unhappy Ciel, and Yuri who looked annoyed and tired, not to mention there was some blood on her face. The servants stared at the three for a moment before running towards them in worry.
"Mister Sebastian, what happen to your clothes?" Mey Rin questioned.
"Sebastian, your message was too hard to understand!" the chef yelled.
"Young master Ciel and Miss Yuri, you're hurt!" the gardener exclaimed.
"I fell out of a tree. It's nothing too bad." The young Earl dismissed as the butler talked to the chef.
"I fell into a ditch." I added lamely, not even trying to make it realistic. Suddenly, the boy and older woman stared at their employer before walking back into the house to prepare for bath for their both messy master and the lady.
"Young master." He turned around to see the demon kneeling in front of him. "Forgive me."
"As butler to the Phantomhive family, this is an unpardonable disgrace..I do not know how I should atone for this..I have been unable to prepare dinner this evening."
"Shower, shower shower!" I demanded.
"Would you like some assistance?"
"NO!" Blush appeared on my cheek remembering what happened before. He actually had a nerve to point out there was some blood on my face before licking it away with his tongue! In front of Ciel-who looked traumatised and he was only 13! I bet the scene was like 18-rated to him.
-A Few Days Later-
"Let's see, let's see.." Baldo mumbled, scanning the newspaper as he sat in the kitchen with the other servants. "Ferro company, an Italian trading firm..Someone attacked them and there were loads of casualties."
"Did something bad happen in London?" Mey-Rin asked, walking in with the fresh laundry.
The chef glanced at her. "Sure sounds like it." he stated, taking a drag of his cigarette. "The survivors could only say things like, 'Monsters,' or 'Devils,' so they all got sent to the hospital."
"That's scary! What could it have been?" Finny shivered.
"There were rumors that Ferro was doing terrible things to make money." Baldo informed, "So his victims' grudges became vengeful spirits~!" The gardener and maid huddled together in fear. A loud clapping sounded, causing them to tackle the chef to the floor.
"It's a g-g-g-GHOST!" Finny and Mey-Rin yelled in fright. The two can be really gullible, not to mention frightened.
The butler stood in the doorway, looking down at them. "My word.." Sebastian said, aghast. "What are you all doing?"
They looked up at him. "Ah..Mister Sebastian.."
He walked over and picked up the scattered newspaper. "If you three..have the time to fool around, hurry up and get back to work!" They jumped up and scurried out of the kitchen; the man watching them go.
"Really!" he sighed before glancing down at the paper. "What was that fuss all about?" His crimson eyes skimmed over the article; a smile forming on his lips. "Heh-heh..Well, well.." A bell rung in the background, catching his attention. He threw the paper down on the counter before heading for the door.
"Oh dear, what could the young master want now?"
A/N: Hey guys here's the next chapter!
Reviews maybe?
(1) Chavy- words used in UK to describe stereotypical teenagers who wears those hip pop fashion (bling bling)
*Taekwondo is korean martial arts.
In next chapter or so, will be Jack the Ripper Arc! Yayyy. I was itching to write those arc because I have a perfect plot for it! Hehehe.
