PREDICAMENT
A Kurohitsuji fanfiction
By: Muffle d' Giggles
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A gentleman with lime-green hair and piercing emerald eyes looked back at them.
"Well?"
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Chapter Four: Those Two, Curious
It is better to ask some of the questions than to know all the answers.
-James Thurber, Fables for Our Time
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"Sebastian, my coat."
"Yes, my Lord." The butler replied.
"Sebastian, the keys." The grey haired earl ordered.
Sleek silver objects were handed to the open palm of the young boy. "Where to, my lord?" the raven-haired man asked.
Ciel played with the keys in his hand. He skimmed each tag that was connected to each key through a string. The young boy then threw the keys back to the butler.
"Find me the library and bring me there."
Sebastian grinned. "Yes, my Lord."
Strong lean arms took the young boy off the ground and in moments they were standing in front of huge oak doors.
"The library, my lord."
Ciel glared at the older man. "You can put me down now."
The butler's grin grew wider. Sebastian put the young boy down on his feet and then proceeded to open the door.
The oak doors stood ajar and towers of bookcases were suddenly in view.
She kept this much? Ciel entered the library and scanned its interiors.
Just like the other parts of the mansion, peach-colored draperies hung tied at the sides of huge window panes and a coral blue embroidered carpet was laid at the center of the room. An unlit fireplace stood just a few meters away from heavily cushioned seats, and pillows were placed perfectly on a long couch. The marbled floor seemed to be waxed with much meticulousness that it actually reflected any object in the room.
Ciel ran a finger on one level of a bookcase. It's cleaned--perfectly. Just like the way Sebastian cleans.
"Thank you for that very heart-warming compliment, young Master." Sebastian grinned.
The young earl's head whipped towards the door where his butler leaned onto.
Grrr. I spoke my thoughts aloud—again.
"But isn't it strange? Only you can do such things like these perfectly." The young boy's eyes narrowed.
Sebastian, for the second time, frowned. "I thought so as well, young Master. And I don't like what I smell."
The young earl turned to the books. The last time he talked like that was when we fought Ash. They both said something about 'smells'.
"What do you smell, Sebastian?"
Sebastian picked a book from a shelf. "I'm not sure yet, young Master." That angel overpowers the stink of another; if he's the same as she.
A particular book caught Ciel's attention. The Kind Demon. The young boy laughed aloud and pulled the book from the shelf.
His butler raised a brow.
"Look at this! A Kind Demon!" the grey haired boy laughed again.
Sebastian grimaced. "I've never heard of such a hilarious title before. I wonder who wrote it."
The butler took the book from the young boy and stared at the cover.
Just as I thought. Hmph…What a senseless woman.
"This book is better off burned, young Master." Sebastian grinned wickedly.
Ciel swiped the book away from him. "No, I plan to read it." He said turning his back. "Take me to the garden."
The butler's eyes narrowed. I'll get back at that woman later.
"Yes, my lord."
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"Well?"
The youngest stammered out an explanation. "W-we were just…uh…we were just talking about how you remind us of Young Master Phantomhive's butler!"
"And his name is Sebastian?" asked Guilbert.
Finny nodded vigorously.
The lime-haired newcomer took out a check from his vest and handed it to the sales clerk. "Tell me, Mr. Finian…do I look, in any way, like this Mr. Sebastian?"
"Hell no." Bard commented. "You're way too…flashy."
"Oh, I see. So he has dark hair?"
Finny and Bard inwardly squirmed. Why does he look like he knows Sebastian? Does Sebastian owe him something?
Guilbert raised a brow. "I believe I had asked a question."
"Ah! Well…"
"Yes, he has dark hair." The blond chef cut in. "But…if you want to know more…"
The other two looked on as Bard beamed. He was caressing his new flamethrower.
"…you can buy me another one." he finished, winking suggestively.
Emerald eyes narrowed.
"Lady Alice is waiting for us."
Finny couldn't do anything but pat Bard on the back as they followed the lime-haired butler to the outside.
I might be able to meet him someday anyway, thought Guilbert.
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To be continued…
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Authors' Note: THANKS FOR READING!