Angel and the resistance
The ride back into the city was a long, tense one. Prince took off in Sam's car shortly after Tex told him to 'take a walk' and since Mary and Tex decided to assess the damage the assault had caused, Teeter and Sam were the only ones to bring you and Alois home. Alois had fallen asleep on your shoulder minutes into the drive, but you didn't have the heart to move him. He looked so peaceful in contrast to heavy atmosphere in the truck. Teeter didn't seem to be his usual cheerful self, and as hard as Sam had first tried, evens he couldn't lighten the mood. The radio just couldn't fill the silence, so at some point there had been the silent decision to turn it off. Although Sam had said there was nothing but 'electronic crap' on anyway. The wind thundering in through Teeter's open window was the only background noise you go to try and calm your frayed nerves. Alois had done more than you had tonight, yet somehow you were the one who was worthy of being left in charge. It didn't make any more sense to you than it probably did the others. Mary and Tex seemed to be trying harder to accept this than the others. But...at least they all hadn't flown off the handle. Before falling asleep Alois teased you while brimming with excitement, saying that he better be your co-captain because you owed him a sweater. Although you nearly had a heart attack when he told you it was nearly $600. Who the hell spent that on one piece of clothing?
The light of the city hurt your eyes at first, and you look away from the window, unable to face your own reflection in the thin glass. "We're going to go back to my place, wouldn't want anything to happen to ya, boss."
You stare at him for a moment, then catch him wearing a tired smile and force yourself to nod. "Okay."
"Kiss ass."
"Am not! If I was being a kiss ass I'd order a pizza...although that does sound good right now. The thin crust stuff though, none of that deep dish crap. If I wanted bread and cheese I'd make a sandwich."
Sam elbows Teeter, and starts rummaging through the driver's console until finding a half decent CD and shoving it into the slot. Alois turns frowning at the droning bass filtering through the speakers and sits up, rubbing his eye with his hand. "Where are we going?"
"Teeter's place. Unless you want to go home."
"As if. Claude's going to have my ass as is for being out so late. No. I'll pass. If I'm getting grounded I'd rather make him worry a little longer. Plus I need a bath and...club soda was it? This is my favorite sweater. I'd resurrect that guy just to steal his wallet and kill him again...Do you think demons carry around cash or do they just charge everything? I bet their they only carry credit cards so they don't have to tip anybody..."
You shrug. Alois still sounded a little sleepy but even so he could still chatter on without a care in the world. It was almost impressive. Sam glances at him and interjects, "Cash doesn't leave a paper trail. But they probably only carry around nothing smaller than $100 bills. Then they can't give change to anybody."
"Oh. I never thought of that..." He thoughtfully taps his chin, then rests his head on your shoulder again. "I don't like big bills. I carry around twenties. Lots of them. Well...not now. I spent most of my allowance when we went shopping...Now am I happy I did not wear my new shoes. I really would have been mad if those got ruined."
You had almost hear Sam roll her eyes while Teeter stifles his laughter. "No wonder you got along with princess so well. You guys are two peas in a pod. If I didn't know any better I'd say your brothers."
Sam laughs sarcastically then offers her two cents. "More like brother and sister. I've got more balls that Prince does."
Teeter rubs his chin thoughtfully, and a little too seriously for the subject matter. "I dunno...they're pretty big from what I hear..." Teeter glances at Sam who folds her arms over her chest and glares at him, obviously not amused.
Alois coughs to hide his laughter, and hides his reddening face in your shoulder. "So you've checked."
"Contrary to popular belief, I like girls. Stacked ones." He glances pointedly at Sam's chest with an impish smirk. You cover your face with your right hand and and sigh. Whatever was coming he deserved it. "You'll get there one day. Drink your milk and-
His sentence gets cut off, followed by screeching tires and Teeter slamming on the brakes. "What the hell did-
He stops again and you peek out to find Sam holding him by he front of his shirt in the driver's seat, fully prepared to hit him again. "No stop, I'm kidding! It was a joke, I swear!"
He flinches when Sam brings her arm back. A satisfied smirk appeared on her face as she opens the drivers door and climbs out. "Then move. I'm driving. You get to ride in the back."
"No! You'll kill me."
"I'll drive slow..." Sam tucks her arms behind her back, but Teeter doesn't trust her and climbs over into the passengers seat instead, rubbing his jaw. Sam pouts, climbing back into the driver's seat and slamming the door shut. She doesn't bother putting her seat belt on while revving the engine a few times. Teeter braces himself for dear life while Alois presses himself closer to you, commenting, "Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn."
"Damn right." Sam shifts gears and goes flying down the street. Alois laughs burying his face in his arm. You can feel the tires lift off the ground as she makes a sharp turn down a side street. Teeter looks like he's going to be sick, more from the potential of Sam destroying his truck than the probability of dying in a fiery crash. You hadn't realized you were holding your breath until Sam came to a screeching halt outside of Teeter's house. Strangely enough all the lights were out, but Shorty came wandering out in a different over sized shirt with one of the guys you vaguely recognized before. Shorty lingers in the doorway as the motion lights kicked on, awning a working his fingers through his permanently bedraggled hair. Was sleep the only thing he did?
Teeter let you out, and you carefully climbed to the ground, while Alois took a more adventurous approach and leaps from the truck, landing several inches from you with his hands thrown in the air in some grand gesture. "Ta-dah!"
You roll your eyes while Sam climbs to the ground and slams a door shut. The tall scraggly looking guy ducks back into the house as quickly as he had come, but shorty lingers, giving Alois the same, thorough once over he had give you. He smiles lazily when Alois bounds over and introduces himself, although shorty ignores him for the time being and calls to Teeter, "Where they hell'd you get this one? Did Prince finally jump ship or something?"
Alois pouts, folding his arms over his chest while Teeter bundles you all into the house with a wary glance around. "I hope not."
Sam rolls her eyes, closing the door and clicking on the lights. The living room was cleaner than last time, and it didn't smell as strongly of pot, but you could still tell the rest of his gang took to it during their free time when he wasn't home. The tall guy comes back to join the group, lingering in the doorway with his thumbs hooked into his pockets. Although he contributed nothing to the conversation. He looked pretty out of it. "I should only be so lucky."
Shorty's eyes widen, and he darts into his room to retrieve his phone, demanding to know what happened while simultaneously coming up with his own theories until he had stopped talking and was engrossed whatever conversation he was having via text. It reminded you a lot of Alois in some ways. "Well? Tell me? I want to know everything. Well not everything. I don't care when that kid showed up, no offense. Unless it's important. Is it? Important I mean." His eyes shine, but he doesn't look up from the screen. He asks for Alois number, and he cheerfully gives it to him while him and Alois have some brief conversation consisting nothing more than weird sounds and acronyms that made no sense to anyone other then them. Your head was spinning by time shorty looked up and became annoyed that nobody was saying anything. "Well? Why're you all standing' there staring at me like I sprouted a fucking third head?"
Sam rubs her temples then explains everything as quickly as she can for everyone's sake. "There was an incident. Angel's in charge now and Prince got mad and left. I hope he doesn't come back."
Shorty smacks Teeter's arm, his voice rising in pitch and his hits getting increasingly harder as he shoots off questions faster than anybody could answer, punctuated with 'shut up' and 'no way'. Alois nods, and they start talking on top of one another again before Sam gets fed up. "Enough! You two are like an entire pack of teenage girls! If you want to have gossip hour go outside."
Alois is the first to stop talking. He shuffles his feet and looks down, his cheeks turning red as he wraps his hands around your arm and hides behind you. Shorty looks annoyed, and glares at Sam. "Well excuse me, but not everybody gets an incident report you know. Everyone around here's a bunch of fucking pot heads. Nobody ever tells me anything and you aren't the boss of me, Angel is. And-
He stops when his phone rings, and answers it, turning sharply and wandering down the hall to his room. The door slams shut with an air of finality and Teeter immediately head to the kitchen and you follow. "I need a drink, you kids want anything?"
"I'm fourteen."
"Your point? Shit I started drinking when I was-
Sam punches him in the arm and takes a beer out for herself then lists off what was in there, "and tap water."
Nothing sounded overly appealing. You weren't even sure you wanted to eat anything either, and Alois was still hiding behind you, smarting from Sam's verbal lashing he had just received. You assume he didn't want anything and shook your head. "No thanks."
"Right." Teeter takes Sam's beer as she cracks it open, "thanks darlin'." Sam rolls her eyes and grabs another one as Teeter leads you into the living room and folds the couch out. He places the TV remote on the counter then leaves you and Alois standing there long enough to get blankets of pillows. Shorty comes barreling out of his room as Teeter's about to lock the door, dressed in very tight pants and a mesh shirt. "I'm out. Don't wait up."
"I wasn't going to. Bring your keys."
Shorty waves him off, zipping up some shoes that gave him a good four inches. "Don't wait up usually implies I'm not coming back any time soon." He slips out the door after checking his pockets and Teeter closes and locks the door, staring blankly at you and Alois as if he had no idea what he was supposed to do. He runs his fingers through his hair and looks around, "do you need me to read a story or something?"
"No."
Teeter looks relieved and clears his throat. "Good. Well...night then. Try not to destroy the place." He starts heading down the hall then comes back to firmly demand that you not smoke any pot, not that you had any or were going to try to if you did.
You were left alone again. Alois had already made the bed and was sprawled out on the right side, scrolling through movie channels before settling on some foreign film. You lay down beside him and somehow manage to fall asleep before him.
You had been up for about half an hour when Alois finally wakes and hastily unwraps himself from you. Just as you had, he noticed muffled voices coming from down the hall and rolls to the floor. He stretches and jerks his chin down the hall with an impish smirk. You fall out of bed in your rush to stop his as he bounds down the hall, and latch onto his wrist halfway down the hall then sharply whisper, "What are you doing?"
"Being nosy." You sigh, but at least he was being honest about it. You just didn't feel right about eavesdropping on them. Even if you hadn't, something told you you wouldn't like what you heard. Alois didn't see it like that, on some level he found this all a game, and he wanted to be included. "You're in charge now, right? So you can do whatever you want. If you wanna bust in there then you can and nobody can get mad."
"Yeah but, that doesn't make it right."
Alois pouts, slipping his hand into yours and towing you down the hall, much against your will. He throws the door open and cheerfully jumps into the room. "Morning everyone."
You wince as everybody turns to face you and try hiding yourself behind Alois. Since you were bigger than him, it didn't work very well. You keep your eyes fixed on the floor as Alois releases you. "What? Did I interrupt something? Kid or not you really can't expect me to sleep all day. I do things."
"I bet you do." Sam elbows Prince as his sharp retort, but you got the feeling he wasn't trying to be mean to Alois. It was clear he still wasn't happy with you and he was going to take it out on anybody.
"Whats' that supposed to mean?" He plants his hands on his hips then asks, "Say hot water or cold water for this thing? Sometimes that makes a difference."
"Cold." You can feel his eyes on you and, ironically, felt your blood run cold. "Thanks, you really are the best."
Teeter rubs the back of his neck. There was a bruise on the side of his face where Sam had punched him yesterday, and it looked like he hadn't slept. Hell, none of them looked like they had slept. And they all seemed frozen in whatever mood they had been in when Alois barged in. Mary looked pained, while Prince, Teeter, Sam and Tex seemed ready to start a brawl. Shorty seemed bored with the whole thing, probably since he had drained the subject dry of anything after gossiping all night, leaving a couple of Teeter's guys who had stumbled in looking on from the back of the room hopelessly lost. But at this point it wasn't hard to figure out what they had been talking about.
Not knowing what you were supposed to say, you pull away from the door and head back down the hall and start channel surfing. They were talking again, Prince, Shorty and Alois didn't bother even trying to be discreet about it, eventually drawing the others to do the same, although at a normal volume. "It doesn't matter what I think, that's how it goes. You don't ask questions, you do." Tex was trying his best to be the voice of reason, something usually left to Mary. It was a little unnerving in all honesty.
"Have you really thought about what we've come to? There's a reason nobody takes us seriously. We aren't organized. We don't plan. And now you're just going to roll over and wag your tail when some French-
"She wasn't French."
There was something almost comical about Alois interjection, but nobody laughed. You could imagine Prince rolling his eyes as he picked up where he left off. Or tried to. "What would you rather me do? Run my mouth off and start a mutiny? You're the one talking nonsense. It doesn't matter what I think. Or what you think. Or any of us think. At the end of the day we all want the same thing and if you think you can do a better job then go and do a better job!"
"You wouldn't last a week without me and you know it!"
"Don't think so highly of yourself! I can find somebody with twice the skill as you and causes half the problems."
"Good. Do it. And you know what? I will. I'll take my guys and do a better fucking job than any of you idiots and then I'll be the one laughing when you come crawling back with your tail between your legs." Prince storms out. You hear the back door slamming shut beside him. "You didn't have to yell at him..." You got the feeling that Mary was probably the only one who believe one hundred percent that you could do this, but she was going to have a hell of a hard time convincing the others of that. At least, not with how you were now. That didn't mean she wasn't going to try her hardest. Someone clears their throat then you hear Shorty quietly add, "I'm out too. This isn't worth dying for. I mean, nothings really changed for me since they took over. I can still sleep all day and do whatever I want so, what's the point?"
The silence stretched on as Shorty retreated to his room. Every so often you could hear a drawer slam shut, but he didn't leave while you were still there...unless he slipped out the window. Everybody came out of the room at once, but Alois stood in front of you, a little too cheerful given the circumstances. You hadn't even been in charge for a full twenty-four hours and things were already starting to fall apart around you. From the sounds of it, it was going to happen one way or another but, you would rather it happened when you weren't the one supposed to be preventing this. At least, that's what it felt like. "Mary's going to take us home." Alois stands in front of you for a moment, before reaching for you and pulling you up. "Or you can come to the hotel with me. I can get room service. Or we can go out. Or I can hang out at your house. Or...uh...I don't know. Anything. You don't have to go home but you can't stay here." He beams, and you manage a small tired smile.
"I want to be alone for a little while."
Alois nods, then him you and Mary head outside and she brings you to your respective places. Although she dropped Alois off first so she could try to comfort you. It worked for a little while, but when she was long gone you still couldn't help but to feel that this was all your fault. Worse yet, there wasn't anything you could think of to fool yourself into believing otherwise.
Alois Ciel and Sebastian
Alois bounded into his hotel room humming cheerfully. He hadn't even closed the door back fully when he was calling to Claude. He freezes in the doorway when he finds Sebastian and Ciel sitting around the coffee table as well ."Aw, Ciel did you miss me? I bet that little bloodbath would have went better if you didn't forsake me."
Ciel glowers at Alois as he strips his blood-stained sweater off and heads into the bathroom to fill the sink with cold water. "That's not why I'm here. And I didn't plan that. I wasn't going to kill anybody. Nobody is any good dead. At least not before you break them."
Alois folds himself into Claude's lap and frowns at his cracked glasses. "What did you do? Did you forget where they were and sit on them again?" Under normal circumstances, Sebastian might had cracked a smile, but Alois' cheerful demeanor was the same as a slap in the face. He hadn't been there to see their master fly off the handle. Bodies disposed of, things covered up. While he was off playing soldier they had actual work that needed to be done. One of them could have easily been reduced to a pile of ash, or left sitting in a bloody heap on one of the cream colored chairs in the lounge. "What?" Alois pulls out his phone to make sure he hadn't missed any texts or calls. He hadn't. "You couldn't even be bothered to tell me if it was that important. This isn't going to work if you keep leaving me out of everything Ciel! Did you hit Claude? I'll do a lot more than-
Claude pacifies Alois by pinning him to his chest. Alois frowns, pulling off his glasses to examine them. He bends the frame a little so they were as crooked before slipping them back on his angular face while Sebastian carefully explains what had happened. "Lucifer threw a fit when he heard of the 'blood bath' as you put it. He killed a few people, called us all incompetent, threw things, threatened to rip up the treaty just so he could send us all to death and start over. Along with a few other choice words that I choose not to repeat."
"Then I'm going to hurt him for putting hands on my Claude." His sing song was a little unnerving considering he was lovingly smoothing Claude's hair and fixing his collar while promising to spill blood. They all knew he was going to do his hardest to do it too. As far as Alois was concerned, a broken pair of glasses was the same as the poor bellhop who had been mixed among the ashes in the fire place. "You'd better keep a very close eye on your charge as well. He's on the hit list."
"Or sell him out." Alois twists in Claude's lap, reaching for a cookie left over from morning tea. "You'd know if you weren't being mean Ciel." Alois pauses, munching his cookie and wriggling around until he was comfortable and could bury his face in Claude's neck while keeping one of his arms wrapped around him. Sebastian glares at him throughout the process. Alois wasn't the only one ready to spill blood. "Angel is in charge now. A lot of them aren't happy with it because he's a kid. They're going to tear themselves apart from the inside out and getting rid of him would be the final nail in the coffin. Well their coffin. I'm not dying. I don't even have the newest galaxy yet."
Ciel rolls his eyes and stands, signaling Sebastian to do the same. "We can't be discreet about it. He needs to be brought in and dealt with properly. This isn't just going to go away."
Alois throws his arms around Claude's neck as Ciel and Sebastian make their way to the door. "I'm already doing dirty work Ciel. Why don't you get off that nice ass of yours and do some work? You'll get fat if you sit around eating candy all day."
Ciel glares at Alois from the doorway, earning a cheeky smirk in response. "Worry about yourself Alois, if I go down I'm taking you with me."
Angel and Mr heartly
You found yourself sitting in Mr. Heartly's room long after school had let out. The conversation you had with Mary yesterday weighed heavily in your mind. The way Prince had talked you thought the last thing they were prepared for was an attack on a much larger scale than the other day, but she had told you otherwise. Well actually she told you that they were almost ready for a final battle, but they hadn't told everyone yet. Herself and a few other section leaders, and Nat (although it wasn't her decision, he stole her phone when he thought she was keeping secrets from him). Something like that shouldn't have gone unpunished, but considering Nat didn't like anybody but himself, it wasn't like he was going to tell anyone. That was how Mary figured it at least, and you agreed with her. Unless all his time spent playing games was a front for something that nobody noticed. Mr. Heartly was chipping through a stack of papers he needed to grade while you stared out the window. You could feel his eyes on you every so often, but left him to break the easy silence that had fallen across the room. "Something bothering you?"
"Sort of, it's hard to explain."
There's a long pause as Mr. Heartly frowns at something a student had written down. He pulls off his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose before asking, "the resistance giving you a run for you money yet?"
"No." Another silence. You eyes widen as you realize how easily the answer had rolled off your tongue. It was supposed to be a secret wasn't it? Yet you just told the first person who had asked. Some leader you were turning out to be. First a bunch of guys jump ship and now this. You should have just let Alois take the job from you.
Mr. Heartly chuckles, putting his glasses back on and capping his red pen. "That's good. I knew putting you in charge would be a good thing. You may not think it yet but, you're cut out for it. You've got a good head on your shoulders."
"Wait, you were the one who did that? But that would mean..." "I didn't send in those demons if that's what you're asking. That was a very unfortunate coincidence, but yes, I was the one who suggested you have more responsibility. And yes, you would be correct in thinking that I am the one in charge of this whole thing. Well not all of it, that's just absurd, but America, and parts of Canada. There's not too much to do up there really, they are quite peaceful."
"Why?" Out of all the fragmented thoughts rushing through your head, you were a little disappointed that that is what chose to come out. His laughter caught you off guard and you quickly add, "I didn't mean it like that."
"It's quite alright. Asking questions is the best way to learn. There are a lot of reasons actually. Why is a very broad question, and I'm not sure I can give you one answer. There's more to it than fate, at least I believe so. But over the years I have come to put my trust in you, and for now I think that should be more than enough. I can offer you guidance if you so should need it, but you should have faith in yourself. That is the only way others will come to do the same."
Ciel Sebastian and Alois
"Why do I have to do this again?" Sebastian lingers in front of the desk he had stuck you with. You were the only important looking sucker he could rope into dealing with one of the students from the school. He reaches out and straightens your collar with a tired smile.
"Because I have more pressing issues to deal with and you have terrible reflexes. I don't intend on spending my evening picking glass out of your hair and tending your wounds. Lucifer knows you aren't as coy as you pretend to be." You roll your eyes and lean back in the chair, trying to look as bored and in-authoritative as possible. But it didn't work. You had spent far too much time being in charge to be able to fool anyone into thinking otherwise. Sebastian kisses your forehead. "I'll send him in."
"I want cake."
"I'll make you two." He leaves the door ajar and heads down the hall. "He'll see you now, just down the hall. Try not to make a fool of yourself, he's very busy. I can't guarantee you'll come out unscathed if you anger him."
"Yes, sir." You roll your eyes again, shifting in the chair so you could prop your feet up on the desk. His response bordered on sarcasm, as if he didn't believe you would dare lay hands on him. You weren't about it, and despite being far older than he, you were certain that he would be larger than you. Even if it was only by a hair. The child bursts into the room and drops into the chair across from you, his nervousness hidden behind a broad smirk. His overconfidence was irritating and he hadn't even opened his mouth yet. You were already tempted to throw one of the heavy volumes Sebastian was already reading at him. Technically he had already given you permission to do much more than that. "I'm here with some information I believe you would find quite-
"Out with it already. I don't have time to listen to you blather on in that ridiculous tone. You aren't nearly old or smart enough to speak in such a way."
His eyes widen and he clears his throat, sitting straighter and avoiding all eye contact. "Right. Sorry. So, like I was staying after school and-
"Faster."
He opens and closes his mouth a couple more times. You had almost forgotten what it felt like to have someone wrapped around your little finger. It was quite enjoyable. "I overheard some freak kid-
"Name."
"I don't know. He some angry little freak. He's been hanging out with this tiny blond kid lately, talk about a couple-" You give his a sharp glare and he falls silent, dropping his eyes to his hands that were folded in his lap. You were almost certain he was talking about Angel, unless Alois was hanging out with someone else at the school...or another flamboyant blond had started skulking about. He flinches when you open up the closest book and throw back the cover, trying to get a feel for heavy it was. Certainly heavy enough to leave a mark. He inches the chair backwards and spits out the rest of what he should have began with. "Mr. Heartly said he was leading a faction of the resistance."
He stands and bows, an awkward movement which nearly caused him to smack his forehead on the desk. "Took you long enough. Now go. Someone will investigate the matter."
"Thank you for you time, and I trust you will remember me when-
You throw the book, missing him by millimeters. It leaves a small hole in the wall that would undoubtedly be left on Lucifer's tab. What was a patch job compared to incinerated furniture? "Children should be happy from simply being allowed seen let alone heard. You would do well to remember that." He was already down the hall though, you weren't entirely sure he had heard you. Times really haven't changed. Even now anybody would betray someone in hopes of building a name for themselves. Even if he had left a name and had a more prominent outlook than a bastard waiting in the wings for nothing, you wouldn't have bothered.
For the sake of having nothing better to do, and the child having left you in a particularly good mood, you text Alois. A child has just told me something very interesting.
Ooo, what pray tell? Does it have to do with my little pet~ :/
Guess, Alois. It's your turn to play this game.
You do love your games Ciel~ Another leader is coming to their death? Angel is going to get overthrown? We're going to war! It's been so long since I've had a good soul ;3 I didn't say that. Don't tell Claude. He'll get mad.
You roll your eyes and lean back in the chair again. I don't care what you do. And you are close. A teacher at the school put Angel in charge. We're going to take him out. And you've been spotted spending a lot of time with Angel.
He's my pet, Ciel~ I need to feed and walk him~ :3 and cuddle him and text him~ ;) Where were we?
Make it look like an accident Alois. You said you were good with those now make it happen. If I'm feeling generous I'll write a report for you that'll earn you some points with Lucifer.
More like you'll make Sebastian do it Ciel~! I'm not stupid :p You don't do anything for yourself, it's really cute actually. So helpless and innocent... ^/^ If I could I'd just eat. You. up. You drop your phone on the desk with a sigh and stand. The prospect of freeing Sebastian from whatever hell he was in for afternoon tea felt safer then letting Alois continue down this path of...no. You didn't even want to think it. It gave you the creeps.
Claude and Alois
"Claude, which is better?" You hear Claude sigh as you call for him. He should have known by now that you didn't know about any of this stuff other than what you had seen on crime shows and those mystery books you used to read. Of course, lighter fluid wasn't the only thing your were buying. Lots of things, most of which you didn't even need. But if you were going to commit arson, well it wasn't decided yet, Claude was against it for a number of reasons, you didn't just buy lighter fluid...well actually paint thinner. It burned a bit better actually. Well at least you thought so. But with that, you were getting, paint, brushes, plywood, screws...maybe a drill if Claude would let you. He didn't let you around power tools after you broke another pair of his glasses with a nail gun. It was completely an accident but he didn't believe you. Claude doesn't look at the labels grabs the first bottle of paint thinner he lays hands on. "This one."
You pout, bounding after him as he goes to the register. "I could have done that." He sarcastically pats your head and gives you the bag to carry outside to the car. "Can I drive?"
"Absolutely not." You sigh and change the station on the radio instead. You weren't surprised he said no, but it was one time...well more than once, but you didn't almost get into the same accident twice. And everybody had a moving violation once in their life...or several. But you could firmly say you had never totaled a car. "Are you sure he gave you the right address?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't he? I mean even if he doesn't do what he said he would, he still needs this guy dead right? He said killing anybody's no good, but he didn't even consider bringing this guy in, unless he already did it. And its..." You pause to check the time, "Almost ten. If a teacher isn't home and in bed by now after dealing with all those snotty brats all day then he's probably getting drunk. They do that a lot. I should know." Claude rolls his eyes, paying more attention to the road than what you were saying. Especially when you added, "you should find somebody. I could help. You know I'm good at that. I get to keep Angel as a pet and you can do whatever it is you do. The desk clerk has it bad for you. Sebastian too actually...she clearly has a type. And she's very uh..." You pause, struggling to recall the word Tweety had used. At least you think that's his name...its hard to remember actually. They all seem so alike some times. "Endowed!"
Claude cracks a smile, and pulls up alongside the park down the street from the teacher's house. Very convenient actually. Some teenagers were sitting around he swings taking turns drinking out of a bottle wrapped in a paper bag. They were even trying to be discreet. It's no fun if you were going to be obvious about it. "So how are we doing this?"
"You are staying in the car. You have a big mouth."
"No I don't! I want to come! I don't want to stay in the car." You pout, throwing yourself into his lap as he opened the door. Claude sighs, pushing his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. He always did this, but now you wouldn't let him get away with it. This was your idea so you should get to participate. "Quiet game."
He pulls himself out from under you and you roll out the driver's side, clinging to his arm as you wander down the street. While you were curious about just what he was planning, you refused to allow yourself to break the vigil you planned on maintaining just so you couldn't prove him right. You could keep quite. Some times. In place of talking you kicked a few pebbles out of the way, and checked your phone a lot more than necessary. Did it going off count as being loud? You put it on vibrate just in case. Claude stops abruptly outside a darkened house, lingering in the middle of the sidewalk before shaking you off. "Now what?" A frustrated sigh escapes him and he ignores you. "Sorry. Quiet."
You flinch when the breaker at the back of the house starts sparking. Smoke starts pouring out of the ancient siding, and you can see a flash of silver in the moonlight. Sneaky sneaky. You had forgotten how useful spider silk could be. Flames erupt at the back of the house and Claude links arms with you again and leads you in the opposite direction you had come from, down out of the neighborhood and back around to the car. The detour felt unnecessarily long, but the sirens were already blaring long before you had even reached the car. One thing about living in the suburbs, everybody noticed everything. It was annoying really. You wouldn't do it again. "That was too easy."
"You have too much fun causing trouble. It's quite annoying."
"I'm not annoying, I'm spirited."
"Is that what they call it?" Claude firmly slams the door shut, coasts back down the road to take a gander at his handiwork before heading back into the city. "I want to go somewhere..."
"I'm not going clubbing with you."
"No! Not like that. We're going on a date. Not today. It's too late and my hair is a mess. Look at this! Spending so much time with that kid is killing it. Between this and my sweater I don't know how long this is going to work out..."
"You insisted. It's time to reap what you sow."
"You're awfully talkative today. Do tell." Claude shrugs, letting you flick through several stations before telling you to leave the radio alone. "It's the glasses isn't it?"
"Something like that."
You sigh and lean back in the seat. "Will you make me tea when we get back?"
"You don't need the caffeine."
"Then read to me."
"Maybe." You change stations one final time then sigh and close your eyes. Now all you could do is wait for Angel to text you. Or call. You hoped he didn't call. You hated dealing with people crying. Actually humans crying. It was annoying. Wah my dog died. Who cares? You stopped crying over such things at least a century ago and you were a much better person for it.
Claude Alois and Angel
After a long morning of begging you finally got Claude to wash your hair for you, but the excitement was short lived when Angel texted you. You were a little surprised it had taken him this long. Unless it took him a few days to get over it...or process. He better not have cried when you dropped in on him. You'd have no qualms about having Claude pick you up early. "Our pet has come calling."
"What does he want?" You hold your phone several inches above the water and read out loud. "'Sorry I haven't been talking to you, I wasn't ignoring you or anything. I've just been dealing with some 'stuff'. Geez...even by text this kids a wet blanket."
Oh. That's okay then, sorry to hear that~ ;-; do you want to talk about it?
"No tilde." You had already pushed send by time Claude said that, and waved him off. "But I like them. Besides there was a sad face. You can't lecture me about the proper way to text someone until you get rid of that flip phone."
"No. Rinse." You set your phone aside as Claude douses your head in cold water, then gently massages a large amount on conditioner into your hair. One of my teachers died. I mean no big deal right...it's just going to be weird not seeing him anymore. Or something. I guess.
But? :/
What?
Nothing~ you just made it sound like there was more to it than that he must have been a good teacher cus I wouldn't be sad if and of my tutors died. They're terrible.
"That's because you're stupid and troublesome."
"I'm not stupid. I could do the work, but what was the point? It was boring. Hell this is boring. But someone has to do it, and we can sell his soul to someone. I don't want to put that thing anywhere near my mouth. As is anyway. I do have standards."
Claude rolls his eyes and wipes his hand on a towel. "I'm not so sure about that now."
You stick your tongue out at him, his mark was long gone, but sometimes you wished it wasn't. Aside from it being very unique, at least then you always knew Claude was going to come back for you. Sometimes you weren't so sure anymore. You were spending a lot less time together than you used to... You could say that...Great actually. He was like my dad...since I don't really have one. Well parents in general actually. Nobody but me is ever home.
Awwww ;-; that's so sad, it must get lonely then... I can always come over if you want ;) you haven't lived until you had Belgium cocoa. And I can raid the liquor cabinet~ Claude won't notice. And I have Netflix. Kids watch Netflix right? Or is that just an internet thing... x.x Heh, no people watch Netflix. And thanks but...i don't really know...not right now. Maybe this weekend or something. I've still gotta go to school. But no booze, okay?
Okay...~
Promise.
What? Don't you trust me :P I won't. I swear on my harem. "Rinse." You set your phone aside again and Claude douses you in cold water again before drying his hands again and standing. "I trust you can handle the rest yourself."
"Or...you can stay here."
"I have no interest in watching you play your games. I have other things to do."
"Well where are you going?" You shake water from your hair and twist around so your facing him. "I finished writing the report of last nights transgressions and we are writing a final report to give to Lucifer."
"I can help!"
"No." Claude leaves you sitting there. You linger in the tub as his footsteps fade into the hallway, further away from you. You sigh and slip under the water with your eyes closed. It was starting to get colder than you would have liked, but you didn't feel like getting out either. You had forgot to pack your blow dryer and Claude was the only one who could dry your hair properly.
Angel Ciel and Sebastian
You were a little surprised when you mother call you Saturday afternoon. You had cut out early Thursday and couldn't even be bothered to get up on time this morning, but you never thought she'd actually answer the phone when the school called. When you used to try calling her she never seemed to answer, let alone return one of your calls. "Angel, what's wrong? Your principal says you've been cutting class."
"I wasn't. I'm sick." You try to fake a cough in your defense, but it didn't even sound real, and she wasn't convinced.
"You don't sound very sick to me. You should be in bed sleeping then. Do you want me to call Mrs. Johnson and have her look in on you?"
"No! I can take care of myself." The last time that happened Mrs. Johnson smothered you, and she wouldn't leave until your mother had returned. She even started making you stay at her house. It was a nightmare. You'd have to be completely immobilized to even consider the option. At that point you'd rather check yourself into the emergency room than stay here. "I'm fine. I just needed a little break. I'm a little worn out."
"Alright...if you say so sweetheart. Have you been taking your vitamins? And don't tell me you've been cooping yourself up inside all day. Fresh air and sunshine does wonders."
"Yes and yes. I'm fine. A couple friends have been keeping me company."
"Oh...! That's nice to hear then. Don't stay up too late, and make sure you clean up after yourselves then. If you're old enough to take care of yourself all of the sudden you can clean up for you mama some times too. But don't work yourself too hard. I'll call your school and tell them you aren't coming in Monday either so try to get some sleep. Drink some orange juice and... take a walk this weekend. It's supposed to be nice." Her phone cuts out a few times, then she rushes, "shoot, gotta go...dying...you...heart."
The call drops and you hang up the phone with a sigh. You flop back onto the couch, trying in vain to find a half-ways decent movie. You had spent most of the yesterday debating whether or not you were going to text Alois, but in the end fear won out and you hadn't. A knock on the door puts an end to your channel surfing and you roll off the couch to answer it, expecting to see Alois standing there with the alcohol you told him not to bring and hot chocolate. It wasn't, but you were equally as surprised. It was Ciel and Sebastian. You stare at the for a few seconds, unsure of what your were supposed to say and unable to remove yourself from the doorway to let them inside like you knew you were supposed to. Sebastian clears his throat and gently prompts you. "I think it would be best to discuss this inside."
When you don't immediately move Ciel gives you a firm shove into the house. You stumble back into the entry area. It wasn't until Sebastian had closed the door that they began. "We have some rather urgent business to discuss with you about some recent events that have been going on in the city during our absence and since our return. I trust you do know what we're talking about."
"Uh...not really." Odds are you did. Just about anything that they would think noteworthy you had participated in. Except Mr. Heartly's house burning down. You wish you know who had done that so you could at least get some amount of closure. It may not change anything, but at least you could have known the he hadn't died for nothing.
Ciel sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was a lot tenser than when you had last spoke. Before he just seemed a little worn out and fed up. Now there was an entirely different air about him. It was a little unnerving. You found yourself wishing to give in to your desire to wander around, straighten the couch, wash the dishes, anything that would mean you wouldn't have to stand there and make eye contact with him. Especially with Sebastian standing beside him waiting for you to slip up. You remained rooted to the spot however, settling with stuffing your hands in your pockets...or trying to at least. Several times after as well. "You aren't that stupid."
Sebastian rests his hand on Ciel's shoulder and leans in to whisper something you could barely hear. "You must forgive him, he had not been sleeping well as of late. There is much to do with all this unpleasant business afoot. Between the resistance attacking up and some renegade running amok in the city, slaughtering the innocent. There is a lot of damage control that must be done and other matters, I shan't bore you with the details. Forgive us for intruding, we shall take our leave now, but I-" Ciel elbows Sebastian sharply and corrects him. "We."
"Yes. We. Would greatly appreciate it if you would come to us if there is anything you notice that might be troubling. Or if you just wish to talk. Our doors are always open." Sebastian reaches into the breast pocket of his coat and produces a business card. Ciel's number was on the front, but he takes a pen from Ciel and scribbles his number on the back as well. You take it, not knowing what else you could do at this point. Maybe you actually would end up calling them, just maybe not for the same reasons they wanted you to. You weren't sure you wanted to tell them anything.
They linger in front of you, just long enough for you to the sense that they had come here under different pretense. The door slams open, nearly clipping Ciel in the back as Alois lets himself in. "Angel! Let's go-
He freezes when he sees Sebastian and Ciel staying there. Ciel turns and fixes Alois with an icy glare. Alois visibly shrinks beneath his stare and retreats to your side. He dips his head, his cheeks turning bright red as he stammers out an apology and lowers his eyes while wrapping himself around one of your arms and hiding behind you. "Sorry about that. This is, Alois. Alois that's Ciel and Sebastian, they were just leaving."
Alois dips his head again, mumbling, "It's nice to meet you."
Sebastian smiles while Ciel takes his leave. "It's nice to meet you as well. Make sure you take good care of Angel."
"Sebastian!"
Alois flinches when Ciel calls for Sebastian. Apparently he was taking too long for his liking. "Y-yes sir." Sebastian turns, carefully closing the door behind him. Alois waits tensely as car doors open and slam shut again, then he breathes a sigh of relief, and lets go of your arm. "Sorry about barging in like that...I didn't think anybody else was going to be here..."
"It's fine, it wasn't like you were trying to hurt anyone." Alois nods, shuffling his feet as you turn to face him. "What were you going to say?"
"Say? Oh! Come shopping with me. My treat. I just got my allowance and I'm ready to splurge. We can get lunch...or brunch if you're into that. Or an early lunch...or dinner. Or whatever you in the mood for really. I'm fine with anything as longs as there's desert. I'm in the mood for something sweet." Ha pauses and frowns, as if he was only just now noticing you were still in your pajamas. "You aren't going like that. I know like sloppy-grunge is in right now, but that's a little too sloppy." He politely clears his throat and spins around on his toes. "No offense."
"Well, I should probably take a shower too..."
"I can wait. Claude kicked me out of the room. He said I was being annoying and I should 'go play with someone my own age'. He doesn't like Pluto Princess. Have you seen it? We should watch it! Are you busy later? Or tomorrow? Our last sleepover was a drag. I mean work sleepover isn't the same thing as sleepover sleepover. Right? It's just...I don't really want to count that as my first sleepover..."
"You've never had a sleepover before?" While you probably couldn't consider Mrs. Johnson practically holding you hostage or the nights you had spent with Mary and Tex sleepovers, the same conventions didn't seem to apply here. You were already living by yourself.
"N-no." He tugs on the sleeves of his shirt and drops onto the couch, keeping his eyes fixed on the floor. "No friends remember? A harem isn't the same thing." He whips his head around suddenly and wraps his slender fingers around the back of the couch, a little too serious for the subject matter. "Don't tell them I said that."
You laugh, unsure if he was joking or not, but he didn't seem hurt so you guessed the latter. "I promise." With that you leave him sitting on the couch and shuffled up the stairs, taking a quick shower and bounding back down the stairs in something Alois hopefully wouldn't call sloppy. He was humming along to some foreign pop song when you came back downstairs, and rolls off the couch. He stands there staring at his phone until the song ends, then looks up with a smile. "Much better, you all ready now?"
You nod, letting him pull you outside by the hand. You pause to lock the door, then let Alois pull you to the street and down the sidewalk. You assumed he had some place in mind, but he stops near the park and laughs nervously. "So, where are we going first?"
"I thought you were the leader here?"
Alois lets go of your hand and rubs the back of his neck, swishing his hips back and forth as he looks around. "Well, it's your day. Where have you been dying to go? Like. You're going to get hit by a bus in two hours. What's your last meal? Quick!"
He gives you a playful shove, then takes a small step back, trying to gauge your reaction. The whole thing had caught you a little off guard. It was strange that he could be so pushy but so shy at the same time. The two conflicting traits almost never seemed to cross paths but yet they were right in front of you. Although Alois had changed quite a bit since you're first encounter. "Well...that bakery down on court street's always been my favorite place..."
"Then we go there. Lead the way." Alois hugs one of your arms again as you lead the way down various streets and alley ways. It was a little hard to walk with him clinging to you since he bounced and skipped instead of walking most of the time, and all of that was a lot faster than the average speed trudge you usually did. Claude made it look so easy...
Angel Ciel Sebastian Claude and Alois
Claude sighs from where he was standing across the street from Angel's house. Him and Sebastian had watched his mothers return from their 'trip' about an hour ago, and Alois was supposed to be keeping Angel busy until he received word otherwise. Last either of them had heard, they were still eating. "Why did I have to come again?"
"This is your job."
Claude rolls his eyes. "No, you delegated me the task, but if you were going to come along and do it yourself then there was no point in dragging me along."
"I need to feed and walk you or Alois will become cross. And when that monstrosity is upset everyone suffers."
Claude sharply glares at Sebastian, his eyes turning pink as he shoves him aside and takes a step into the street. "Say that again and it'll be the last time you say anything."
"See? Not enough sunshine. He was very-" Claude shoves Sebastian into the street and follows along behind him. He didn't trust the cheeky demon anywhere near him let alone behind his back.
"Get this done with. I'd rather be babysitting."
"Do what? You'll have to be much more specific." Sebastian spins on his heel, reveling in how easily he had gotten on Claude's nerves. He noticed it was much easier to do these days. They long night and spending so much time cooped up with Alois were starting to get to him. Maybe he was just physically in capable of being a decent 'person'. He should go back to preying on whatever lowlifes happened to fall into his web. Nothing could be worse than Alois. Unless he fucked himself over again and got saddled with something even more unmanageable. It was very unlikely, but possible.
"In a matter of a minute you managed to get on every single one of my nerves when being in your mere presences vexes me beyond believe. For once in your pitiful existence stop fucking around and get down to business."
"It is not in my nature to do such things. You must be very direct with me."
"I hate you."
"Thank you. I would not want the affections of such a shrewd vindictive man."
"Should I call the red haired one then?"
Sebastian freezes, all the color and emotion draining from his face as he snaps his fingers and the house explodes into a fire ball. Shards of glass shoot out of the windows like shrapnel and a car alarm goes off from the shock wave. Sebastian hardly flinches when a shard of glass slices his cheek open and slowly wanders away from the scene of the crime, following Claude back into the care and coasting down the street. "I hate you as well."
"I'm glad the feeling is mutual."
Alois cheerfully skipped ahead of you, swinging a few bags back and forth in his arms. One of them contained a slice of cake he wanted for later, but given how he was tossing it around he'd have to peel it off of the the sides of the plastic container. Even though you told him not to, he insisted on getting you a phone case and a new outfit. It wasn't terrible, but you didn't think you would wear it anytime soon. The pants were a little tighter than you would have liked and the shirt didn't match anything you had, but Alois said it was cute. At that point there was no arguing, or reasoning with him. Especially when he had already thrown it in with the small pile of clothes and the new pair of boots he got. You certain they were for girls, considering there was a three-inch heel on them, but either he didn't care or didn't notice and you weren't about to tell him. "It's too bad you didn't like any shoes, I wanna spoil you to death. Well not death...but lots. That's okay right? People do that?"
It would have been better if maybe he didn't, it would have been better if he didn't, for the simply fact that there were plenty of people who would just use him for that, but he seemed to live a sheltered enough life that it wouldn't be that much of a problem. At least you hoped it wouldn't for his sake. "Every once an awhile I guess, but people usually do that to people they're dating."
He stops and turns on his heel, you had to give him credit for being so sure footed. "So I can't buy you cake any more?"
You sigh, jamming your hands in your pockets. There was no easy way to tell him no so you didn't. "If you really want to."
"So you're my boyfriend?"
"No."
Alois pouts, folding his arms over his chest as he starts walking backwards. "I've never had one though..."
"That doesn't mean you need one."
"But I want one. Traveling the world, getting caught in the rain. An old flame popping up at the worst times. Anniversary presents. Weddings. I want it all."
"You've seen too many movies."
"So it's not like that?"
"Probably not."
"Oh." He sighs, turning and clutching his bags with both hands. He freezes when rounding the corner, looking between you and whatever her saw. You rush to catch up as he starts stammering, then breaks off with a soft whimper, biting his bottom lip. "W-wait!"
You take off down the street to where firetrucks and police cars were gathered in front of your house. An officer stops you from charging headfirst into the charred ruins of your house. Alois catches up with you, but doesn't reach out to you, clearly not knowing what he was supposed to do. It wasn't even the fact that your house was gone, but your mother's car was still parked in front of the house. "A-angel. I-I...you can stay with us okay? S-so...calm down...p-please." Alois whimpers again, hesitantly resting his hand on your shoulder before pulling away again. Did they know this was going to happen? Or were they the ones who did this? What? You wouldn't tell them what they wanted so they destroyed your house? Killed your teacher? And for what? What could this possibly have done? I'll kill them. I swear it.
Gus Kinney: hey just in case you get confused this is the end of the story i will make a part two of this story i only do ten chapters if i do get this far so i will be working on the second part of this story so i hope you look for that in the near future much love i would like to thank my beta for with out her i would not have my stories and her name on here is Sebastina Michaelis and i would like to thank all of the readers out there who read this if i can make you feel good for one moment then that makes me happy i will be doing a brand new story so the second part of this will not be out until i get to it i have a list so i will be going with it so i hope you will read my next story and the stories to come love and peace