He Shall Never Smile Again
Hey guys! I'm back with another chapter of HSNSA! Yeah, I know that acronym is long but fuck it, who cares. I believe it's less of mouthful cuz it's less for me to type.
Big news: I GRADUATED GUYS! No, not from life but from high school. YEAH BITCHES! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS? Less updates. Sorry dudes, But if it's any consolation, each update will be just that much spectacular.
Also, special shout out to Lady Broken Doll for getting me to write again. I swear, your review made me realize that I, you know, still had a story and that, uh, I should update. So yeah, everyone who was waiting for an update, thank her.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji. However, I own a Phantomhive Butler pin SO YEAH! *rebel*
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"There is no way this isn't the place," Bardroy said as the three stooges stood before the mansion that so resembled their old home in the countryside. Finny smiled brightly and looked at Mey Rin.
"This is it!" He shouted.
"Yes! We can finally see the young master and Mr. Sebastian again!" She exclaimed as she grabbed his hands and they did a victory dance.
"Hey hey, don't get too hype. We have to first go and see if they're actually there," The chef said. The other two nodded their heads excitingly and they finally made their way to the front door of the mansion.
"Oh, wait!" Mey Rin stopped them just before they stepped on the roadway.
"What is it?" Bard asked.
"We aren't allowed to enter through the front, right? Mr. Sebastian was so upset when we did that once..." She shivered, remembering the brutal punishment they received years ago. "...I don't want to get on his bad side right after seeing him after so long..."
"We don't even know if they're here," He said.
"But still! We can't!" She defended, clenching her dress that she wore specifically for this occasion, the dress Mr. Sebastian had given her when he employed her and the thick obnoxious glasses the young master had presented her. "We are and always will be servants of the Phantomhive manor, we have to behave as such. Please..." Bard sighed before he relented.
"Fine, fine! Let's just go already, I'm getting hungry." She smiled at her colleague as all three of them rounded the corner towards the back of the manor.
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Ciel Phantomhive stood alone in his room, looking about the place but not actually seeing anything. His last fight with his butler left a bad taste in his mouth, not because he was feeling guilty but because he admitted weakness before Sebastian, something that he hated with every fiber of his being.
"When he opens his eyes, he shall become a demon."
Ciel clenched his fists together as the enraging memory entered his consciousness. That most hateful day, the day he became a demon. The young master sat on his bed in a huff and stared into space.
He could remember it as if it was yesterday. Alois intrusively entering his body, controlling all of his movements. He saw Alois laughing at him, mocking him. Then, suddenly, they both appeared on a small platform that floated above a bottomless pit, sitting back to back. The young blond master kept spewing rubbish about his life that Ciel had no interest in. Then suddenly, he said, "Why does everyone love you?" and then disappeared from his mind. All out of his selfishness, he ruined Ciel's life. He manipulated everything to bend to his will and then disappeared, fully sated and now enjoying the afterlife with his younger brother.
Ciel gritted his teeth and impulsively threw the vase on his dresser to the floor, shattering painfully on the floor and creating a spider web watermark on the carpet.
"Damn it all to hell!" He cursed under his breath, clenching the duvet in his hand in a chocking grip. "I never asked for this... I didn't and yet he-" He stopped himself. Why was he getting so bent out of shape? Sure he was upset, although upset was an understatement for the emotions he was feeling. However, he was more agitated at his butler. Dare he think it; he was upset at his butler for his lack of understanding. He didn't want the butler to judge him dispassionately and treat him like a mere trifle. What he wanted was... a little humility. Ciel slapped his forehead in an exasperated motion. I need to stop this scary train of thought, he thought. "Besides, I have work to do," He said as he stood and prepared for the opening of Hiven Confectioneries.
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"Thank you all for coming out today to share in this glorious day, the grand opening of Hiven Confectioneries!" Albert Brutus bellowed in the loudspeaker across the heavy crowd. A wave of cheers and merry words were thrown to Brutus and his board of executives as they stood before the building that is now known as Hiven Confectioneries, the resting place of the Funtom Company.
In order to decrease the workload of the building crew, the board of advisers for the new children's company decided to reconstruct the Funtom Company in the image of Hiven Confectioneries, decreasing the cost of leveling out a new lot for the building as well as providing an easier time with lawyers. All in all, a slick move.
The children who were granted first entry by a lottery drawing were horded in the front of the crowd, kept behind lines like cattle waiting for their chance to devour the blessings it was offered in the land of milk and honey. Everyone seemed to be uplifted by the introduction of a toy factory once again, the promise of simple pleasures and happiness. Throughout the entire gathering for the grand opening, only two people showed unpleasant countenances.
Jeremy Carlisle, the secretary and personal assistant to CEO Hiven Confectioneries, looked less than interested in the event that was taking place right before his eyes. Mr. Carlisle's indifferent attitude was lost to everyone because they believed that that was simply his personality, a man of few words. He was always urged by his superiors to present more of an opinion and joy in his work but he simply replied, "A servant needs none of these to do his job efficiently" and went about his duties.
The other person whose facial expressions seemed to be under arrest was Charles Phipps who stood amongst the crowd with his partner, Earl Charles Grey who seemed to enjoy the festivities around him. Charles Phipps, unlike his colleague, didn't enjoy such festivities because they clashed so much with his persona. He was all business and never smiled a day in his life, such trifles simply made him uncomfortable.
"It has always been my dream to open such a business for the children of London," Mr. Brutus continued with his speech. "As a young boy living in the streets of London..." Phipps drowned him out as he surveyed the crowd, doing something that actually mattered instead of listening to the president's griping about how philanthropic he was. He only came to this grand opening on a whim and also because Charles Grey practically dragged him by the ears to come here. He had a sneaky suspicion that he might be able to find the Earl Phantomhive or his butler nearby. However, for some reason he was bothered by the man that was on stage, his indifferent attitude rubbing him the wrong way.
He wasn't skeptical of the man because his scowl over the crowd rivaled his own but because the man was scowling over his success. He could probably write it off as human scruples and something he didn't want to get himself involved in but he couldn't ignore the man's eyes. Mr. Carlisle's eyes were a bright purple, almost amethyst with fuchsia flicks in the iris. They were interesting and very attractive eyes and yet Charles Phipps was not intrigued by them but yet repulsed by them.
No human possessed such eyes. Eyes that seemed to tempt and lead humans to damnation.
"Grey, what are you thoughts about Albert Brutus's secretary, Jeremy Carlisle?" Phipps asked his partner. Grey looked away from his candied apple and gazed at the podium.
"Not much," He replied. "Why?"
"Do you not find him strange?" Charles looked at the podium once again before giving his associate a droll stare.
"I find him human. The only thing he is guilty of is frowning in the midst of such a celebration," Grey said, smiling. "Hey, you should try this, Phipps. The consistency of this is to die for."
"No, thanks. I'm working," His partner replied. "As you should be." Grey pouted.
"Fine, be a party-pooper," He finished his apple and dropped the stick to the ground. "Okay, I lied, I found him suspicious when I first met him but we have nothing to peg him with. As I said before, his only demeaning feature is his scowl. Everything else he does is-"
"Perfect," Phipps finished. "I did a background check on him. He came from a good family, went to Weston College ten years ago, has a business degree, joined Brutus's company three years ago and has been working for him ever since as his personal secretary. I find nothing out of the ordinary."
"Everything is perfect..." Grey mulled over this statement as he stared at the secretary up above. "Well, this is interesting."
"What is?"
"Think about it, Phipps. Nothing is ever perfect," He said. Understanding dawned on his partners face.
"It seems we are on the same page."
"What do you want to do?"
"I would like to wait until this is over and then approach Mr. Carlisle."
"Agreed. Now, what else can I eat here?" Grey asked gleefully as he walked away to another stand. Phipps simply sighed before he followed.
"...And now, as I cut this red string with these golden scissors and now commence the opening of Hiven Confectioneries!"
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The crowd went wild as they were finally allowed into the foyer and were greeted by employees offering samples of confectioneries and sweets. However, Mr. Carlisle slipped away from his boss and made his way towards the streets of London where, even though the grand opening was filled with people, there were still enough people to crowd the streets. He walked a little ways down the street and turned the corner where a horse-strewn carriage awaited. Mr. Carlisle knocked on the carriage's door before it was opened to reveal Ciel Phantomhive.
"Are we finished?"
"Indeed, sir," Mr. Carlisle replied. "However, I believe that my cover is in danger of being blown if we do not make a hasty retreat to the mansion."
"Very well, get on with it."
"Of course, sir." The secretary closed the door and then took his position to steer the carriage. He snapped the reigns once and the horses trotted down the street towards downtown London.
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"Welcome home, my lord," Sebastian said as he opened the door to allow his master to walk through. Ciel walked past his butler and into his mansion, his heeled shoes echoing throughout the empty estate.
"So, the disturbance, what was that about?" He asked.
"It was the Queen's butler, sir," The butler replied. The young master's eyes flared red in annoyance before they settled back to their dark blue.
"I should have known. Well, it seems that your cover is relatively blown."
"Indeed."
"However, to prevent any more suspicion to befall you, I have an assignment for you," Ciel said as he walked up the stairs with his butler following behind him. He walked down the corridor towards his room before he stopped. "I hope you will keep an open mind to it."
"Of course, sir. A butler who cannot perform his duties spot-on is not worth his salt," Sebastian said. The master was tempted to roll his eyes as he reached to open his parlor door. However, before his hands could touch the polished silver, three bodies crashed out of the room and bombarded both Ciel and his butler, crashing on the floor.
"BOCCHAN~~~~ MR. SEBASTIAN~~~~ WAHHH~~~~!"
Ciel's face scorched in embarrassment when he noticed the bodies that held him locked in his butler's embrace.
"Finny? Mey Rin? Bardroy? What the hell are you doing here? Get the hell off me!" He struggled with them but despite his demon strength, they wouldn't budge. Finally, after ten agonizing minutes, the finally relinquished and sat up straight allowing him to stand. Unfortunately, Ciel was in a tough spot. He was lying sideways in his butler's lap and with his blushing face; he seemed to freeze in that spot, his humiliation restricting all movement.
"I'm so sorry, desu! I'll help you up, young master!" Mey Rin screeched as she pulled the young master off of Sebastian's lap and dusted him off. Ciel pushed her away and stormed into his room, locking the door.
"DON'T YOU DARE ENTER, YOU IDIOTS!" He yelled and then silence surrounded them.
"Well, it seems we've caused a ruckus the moment we get here," Bard said.
"Yeah, but at least we're back! I missed bocchan so much!" Finny said.
"Me too, desu! Oh, Mr. Sebas-ack!" Mey Rin stopped in her tracks as she saw the evil emanating from Sebastian. Small tendrils of dark energy swirled around him and his face was shrouded in darkness. The three of them shrunk away from the menacing butler and bowed.
"WE'RE SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE US, MR. SEBASTIAN!" They cried in unison. Sebastian folded his hands in front of him and glared at his subordinates.
"You have a lot of explaining to do... after your punishment." All three of them cried in unison as they heard the butler crack his knuckles.
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Okay! This chapter wasn't nearly as bad as the last one was to write. I actually wrote it in one sitting, hehe^^ Anyway, again, please forgive me from the lengthy update. I wasn't really busy perse but I did feel as if I should take a break from the story just so that I could get a hold on my ideas. And I did so everyone's happy, hehe. Please review. It's not that difficult anymore guys, actually changed the layout of the page so now you don't have to press a button but just review ON THE PAGE ITSELF so now you guys have no excuses! Ja ne
P.S. Also, if anyone wants to draw a cover art for this story I am more than happy to accept. What? No! Of course I am not usurping my power as author to make someone else draw it cuz I can't draw. Hehe... what are you thinking...