A/N: I requested drabble prompts on tumblr and someone submitted the prompt, 'Alois sends Ciel a strippergram'. At first I wasn't going to even bother because that's a really stupid suggestion, but then I figured no, I'll do it. And this is the result.
Bad Investments:
It isn't often that Ciel calls Alois.
However this time around he thinks his reason for doing so is actually well justified.
"What the hell is this?" he demands the moment the other boy picks up, cutting off any opportunity for standard greetings.
Ciel nearly hears the frown on Alois's lips. "Yes, hello to you to Earl Stick Up His Ass. I'm bloody fantastic, thanks for asking."
"Alois. Answer me."
"Tch. What's what?"
He may as well be asking the floor the very same question. Ciel stares down at the box on the floor before his desk, looking at the mangled corpse that lays amongst hundreds of sea-foam green packing peanuts. She must have been pretty when she was alive with her chestnut brown hair, scattered freckles, and pleasantly curvy figure that's easy to see from her rather indecent apparel. However the hole through her stomach detracts from all these features, leaving her skin stained red and face morphed into one of pain and shock. His butler stands beside the box, his lips curled upwards in amusement.
"Don't play stupid. The dead woman, Trancy," Ciel hisses into the mouthpiece. "The one you had delivered to my front doorstep."
There is a moment of silence from the other line and then in a voice loud enough to make Ciel pull the phone from his ear, Alois exclaims, "…oh… oh! The singer!" He makes a sound of surprise. "Whoa, what is she doing there?"
"Singer?! Alois, what the-."
"I hired her! Well, I did before she died and all. She was supposed to go to your house last night and sing a Halloween song since you wouldn't do anything fun with me. But when I told her to come in so I could ensure she was what I wanted, the dumb whore began taking her clothes off. So I had Claude take care of it." Alois says this all casually, as if they're discussing nothing more than what they ate for dinner.
Ciel's expression grows steadily more frazzled as Alois explains himself. His eye twitches and it takes a moment before he can demand, "And so you sent her to me regardless of the fact that she's dead?"
"I told Claude to do away with her. It's not my fault he left her at your manor." Suddenly his voice is a bit distant and he's talking to someone else. "What are you going on about? No Claude, you weren't supposed to take her there anyway. She's dead, how is she supposed to sing? And what the hell is he going to do with a dead body?" A huff. "Stupid."
Alois's voice returns to the speaker. "Sorry about that, Ciel. Let that disgusting butler of yours deal with it. She was just some nobody. Hey, while you're here I was wondering if-."
Thud! Ciel hangs up, slamming the cell phone onto his desk. He releases a long and frustrated exhale and his fingers raise to press the headache away from his temples. Sebastian stares on, his smile growing.
"Master, what would you-."
"Dispose of it. Permanently. And the next time you knowingly bring a corpse into my office, I'll make sure every single one of those bloody cats you let roam the property wind up with her." He grabs the papers he had been working on before he was interrupted with all of this and shields the demon and box from his sight. "Now get out."
Sebastian bows, his smile never wavering. "Yes, my lord."