The carriage ride to London grew duller and duller by the moment. Why these missions always always consisted of a long dreary carriage ride remained a mystery to the young bluenette. Ciel tossed around waiting for something, anything interesting to happen. You see Ciel grew quite bored easily. He had tried reading. BORING. He had tried staring off into space. BORING. And finally he tried coloring. This isn't something one would expect of the Queen's guard dog, but of course this is Ciel Phantomhive we're talking about. He wasn't drawing butterflies or puppies. He was drawing the downfall of his enemies. He seemed to favor the red crayon the most because the papers were mostly red. Underneath the red you would see Grell, Trancy, Claude, the Viscount, and basically anyone who has found a way to piss off Ciel Phantomhive.
After a long few hours of coloring the carriage came to a stop. It had stopped directly next to a tent-like structure. The tent had a weird striped green and orange pattern. On top of the tent was a sign that read Madame Celeste: Future and Fortune. Ciel guessed that this was most likely a scam of some sort. Still they entered, no hesitation. This is where they made their first mistake. In an old wicker chair sat a woman with deep green hair.
"Hello young lady how may I help you?" The woman asked Ciel. The bluenette's face turned red.
"I AM NOT A LADY. I AM A MAN. WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK I'M A LADY?" Ciel started his rage fit. muttering things such as the one time you wear a dress to some creep's party and something about a steak knife and a grim reaper.
"Well dear you're just so short and petite-" This seemed to not help the situation at all.
"I'm not short you are all just freakishly tall!" cue rage fit.
The green haired woman was surprised by how much rage a child like Ciel could have. Boys seem to look more and more like ladies these days. Just earlier a boy with his long blonde hair
in a braid had a fit after she called him short. His friend in the suit of armor had to drag him out. Such weird children. The fellow who the woman presumed was the butler dragged the smaller child out of the tent.
(Ciels POV because writing in third person is hard and boring)
Sebastian took this chance to drag me out of the situation. This is my case. I should be able to do what I want. After several minutes of some very colorful language and some very clever insults that bloody demon released me from his grasp. I could have just ordered him to let me go but what fun would that be? Besides its always fun to see that butler lose. He insisted he go inside instead of me. I of course didn't comply. Now dear readers you can probably guess what time it is. INTERROGATION TIME!
Now how should I go about this. I know.
"I would like to have my fortune told." The green haired woman looked shocked.
"Okay then. Just let me grab my stuff." Madame Celeste left the tent to gather her belongings. I was starting to get terribly bored. As much as I hate to admit it I want my red crayon back. It was fun drawing a decapitated Claude or a lifeless Lizzie. The only issue is I ran out of paper before we got here….. Sebastian will have fun cleaning the carriage.
Madame Celeste drops a crystal ball on the table in front of me. So Cliche. This'll be fun. I have no future for her to see.
"Volo futurum videre." She looks into the ball then a terrified look crosses her face. The green haired woman looks over at Sebastian. That's what you get for looking too deeply into my past.
"I-I can see great sorrow and violence in your past." Anyone can guess that.
"I want to see my future not my past. I know my past."
"Um. Okay." She stares into the crystal ball for about five minutes. A puzzled look crosses her face. "I can see a great empire up in flames. The city of London is covered in stickers and streamers. Lining the top of buildings are bows and teddy bears as far as one can see. Sitting in the middle of it all is a blonde girl laughing evilly."
Whaaat? This is just crazy. Is this the downfall of Britain that the Queen was so worried about?
"Sebastian, we're leaving. She's obviously not a threat." Sebastian bowed and then left the tent. The green haired woman still in awe gaped. Sebastian opened the carriage and saw my artwork lining the walls of the carriage.
"Young Master if you wanted a coloring book you could have just asked."
"SHUT UP!"