Yo homes. This chapter hasn't been beta'd either. I had a lot of fun with the dialogue, hope you like it as much as I do! :) I love Alois, I really do. I want to just kidnap him and go on glorious troll adventures. Yes. I couldn't not put him in here. Don't hate.
The drive to school proves to be awkward for the butler, though no one would be able to see the disturbance in his expression. This, of course, excludes Ciel who is silently celebrating his clear triumph in flustering the demon. Words were not exchanged throughout the fifteen minute drive to the academy, for nothing needed to be said.
The sleek black car pulls up to the schools gate and Ciel leans back and runs his hands through his soft midnight hair, casting a glance at his butler turned driver.
"See you later Sebs." A mischievous smirk slides onto his features as he steps gracefully out of the vehicle and saunters away. Sebastians knuckles are white on the leather encased steering wheel, his jaw set as he catches himself watching the teens hips and admiring the way the heels enhance the boys already prominent swagger.
"See you later indeed." He mutters with a sigh, forcing himself to look away and shift the car into drive.
Ciel is quick to find that his attire gathers a bit more attention than usual. Or perhaps it was simply because no one had heard from him in the past week. Or both. Regardless, Ciel had never been one to shy from the lime light. He casts naught a glance at his onlookers as he struts his way to his locker, slamming it closed after ridding himself of 90% of his load. He turns around to nearly run right into a purple clad chest, which suddenly closes the distance to his face.
"Ciel~! Where have you been! I missed you so much!" a feminine male voice squeals out as Ciel is crushed further into the other boys collarbone.
"Get the hell off me, you wanker!" Ciel growls, pushing against the chest with his free hand. After a lingering second the cage of arms unravels itself from the boy and he is released from the exuberant blonds grasp. Well, except for the fluttering touches to his arms and shoulders as the disturbingly happy blond rapidly spews words from his mouth in an attempt to update the shorter boy on the past weeks events. The shrill voice slithers in one of Ciels ears and out the other as he bats away for flitting hands. "Alois," Ciel says, voice laced heavily with irritation as he looks up at the taller boy, "Do you really think that I care about some prank Elizabeth and her little friends pulled, or some rumor about getting a new teacher?"
"Erm, probably not." Alois deduced, pulling one arm around his chest and using the other to support his chin as he speculates.
"I wish you would have caught on sooner." The ravenette chirps in a mocking version of his friends cheerfulness.
Yes, that's right. Ciel Phantomhive has a friend. Though he wouldn't admit it under the cruelest of tortures.
"But we really are getting a new music teacher, Ciel!" Alois says in exasperation as the pair begin their stroll to their first period class.
"Mmhm, just like when you said someone was replacing Bard as our home ec. Teacher. I still go home with my clothes smelling like burnt flesh." A single eye rolls and takes a sidelong glance at his flustered companion. "Besides, if they replaced Ms. Longfellows what would your beloved Mr. Faustus do?" The smaller teen adds, watching gleefully as Alois' face twists with a mix of emotion and washes with red.
"You know Mr. Faustus doesn't actually care for that slut. He just uses her to pass the time." Alois replies simply, choosing to leave it at that. His face remains the same however.
"Urgh, speaking of Mr. Faustus, when's our next calculus test?"
"Uh, today I think."
"Fuck."
The door to homeroom swings open, the pair nonchalantly entering. Ciel is too disgusted by the upcoming test to notice the multiple stares in his direction, but the blond immediately catches on.
"Hey Ciel," he whispers as they slide into their adjoining seats, "You should stop dressing like a hoe, everyone's staring at you." Ciel casts him an incredulous look.
"Alois, you dress like a prostitute every day. You're just jealous because you never get this much attention."
"Shut up, am not." The blond growls, facing the front of the room with a huff. He ignores the shorter boy for a total of four seconds before looking at him again. "Why are you dressed like that anyway?"
"Sebastian was being an ass this morning, I thought I'd teach him a lesson." The blonds sudden snort surprises the bluenette.
"You and your damn butler, you might as well be married."
"...Whatever drugs you're doing, you need to stop."
"Sure you don't want to try some?"
"No, unlike you I quite like my brain cells."
"Party pooper." Alois huffs for the second time, only now with a more dramatic flare. He plops his chin onto his desk as their eccentric silver haired science teacher wanders into the room with a flask of dog biscuits under his arm. "Betcha didn't miss Physics class, eh? The Undertaker's such a wacko." the blond mumbles into his arm with another glance at his neighbor, something that the majority of the class had been doing all morning. Ciel couldn't help but find the irony in his friend referring to anyone as a 'wacko' considering his mental state, a small smirk of amusement graces his features before being replaced with that of irritation.
"I would say that it was a well needed break, but Sebastian yet again reminded me of his inhuman cruelty. I'm currently four chapters ahead."
"Your butler's a fuckin' Nazi!" Alois whispers and snorts, "You poor S.O.B.!" he cries, forgetting the concept of silent classroom conversation as he bursts out in hysterical laughter. If this weren't completely normal behavior for the blond, and if this weren't the Undertaker's classroom, the pair might have been reprimanded. Here, however, no one even acknowledges the blond's noisy outburst, or the fact that he is currently pounding his desk with his fist in mirth and muttering 'Nazi butler' through his hysterics.
Ciel sighs and turns his attention out the window, is immediately repulsed by the bright morning sun, and promptly puts his head down. After a moment Alois' voice tones down to muted giggles then to silence. With Alois' composure comes the familiar exaggerated drawl of the Undertaker and before the boy recognizes the oncoming pull of sleep he's already engulfed in it's black waters.
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