Chapter 10: その執事, 強度
"So Sebastian Michaelis, what do you intend to do now?" Alois chuckled, while feeding on the pudding served by his butler in small mouthful.
"Ah," Sebastian regained his composure. "Nothing."
"Are you sure?" Alois smiled. "Someone can get seriously injured."
"It certainly wouldn't be me." Sebastian smiled. "What are your takes on this, Young Master?"
Ciel glared at Sebastian, scowling. "Isn't it obvious? I want them to be the ones 'seriously injured'. Not just that, I want their bodies and souls to crumble into dust."
Claude narrowed his eyes at Ciel. "Confidence is good, but over-confidence kills."
With that, he snapped his fingers, following which Ciel let out a cry of pain and promptly shut himself up, refusing to show his vulnerable side. Alois laughed as he witnessed the weak side of Ciel.
"So tell me, Ciel Phantomhive, how does to be conscious yet immobilize? The desire to kill someone yet unable to wield your sword?" Alois smirked as he tapped his cane on Ciel's left cheek, causing Ciel to flinch away and bared his teeth at the Trancy Earl.
"Sebastian, kill them." Ciel said quietly.
"KILL THEM!"
Sebastian looked at his master for a split second before lowering his head. "Yes, my Lord."
"Finally," Claude took down his glasses and placed them in the pocket of his tailcoat. "You decided to get serious."
Sebastian shrugged his shoulders, "As a butler of the Phantomhive Household, it is only natural that I follow my Master's orders."
With that, Sebastian brought his left hand to his lips and blew gently on it, conjuring up a fire and setting the silky threads entangling him ablaze. He neatly stepped away from the collapsing threads and walked towards Ciel, carefully setting the threads surrounding Ciel on fire, making sure that Ciel did not come into direct contact of the fiery flames. Satisfied that Ciel was freed, Sebastian places him on the window ledge, and turned around to face Claude and Alois.
"Let the real fun start now."
Claude threw a knife at Sebastian, in which Sebastian caught it between his hands with ease.
"Plagiarism is illegal, if you must know." Sebastian commented indignantly, scrutinizing the knife.
Claude threw another few knives at Sebastian, "No one ever said that it has copyright laws." Sebastian dodged aside but the one of the knives was sent directing at Ciel.
Ciel looked at the knife that is set for his heart. Acting on his instinct, he struck out at the offending object, knocking it off course which landed on the ground with a "clank". Blood trickled down on top of it and the carpet started to stain in bright red.
Alois sauntered over to Ciel, looking down at the pool of blood formed from Ciel's wounded arm.
"Isn't the sensation of pain delightful?" Alois asked.
Ciel clenched his teeth, trying to think of a retort. He glanced at his butler who was in fierce combat with the other butler. Suddenly, he felt a great pull as he was lurched to his left. He turned back only to meet with the face of Alois, who was within a hair's length from his.
"It's impolite to turn away from someone." Alois said with a tinged of disappointment before he clutched Ciel's neck single handedly, laughing at Ciel as he struggle to break free.
What's this? His strength is too much….Ciel winced as he tried pry open Alois's fingers. He looked sideways at Sebastian who appeared aware of the danger his Younger Master was in and was trying to break away from Claude. Sebastian glanced at Ciel who by now, seemed faint due to oxygen deprivation.
"It's useless, Phantomhive, useless." Alois sniggered.
"Get…your filthy…hands…of me, you….. disgusting vermin!" Ciel shouted with his remaining breath.
"Filthy…ver..min…" Alois echoed, his grip slightly loosening.
Ciel noticed the relaxation in grip and was about to deliver a blow to the Trancy Earl when Alois snapped back to reality and tighten his grip, now with both his hands.
"Say that again, you Noble Beast!" Alois threatened furiously.
"No-noble.. bea..stt-" Ciel coughed violently, his asthma seemingly acting up.
Am I to die just like this?
As if reading his mind, Alois answered. "That would be too easy for you, you need a slow, painful death."
With that, he thrust a knife into Ciel's chest before laughing maniacally.
"Let your blood run the floors red and the fabric the colour of bright crimson roses!"
Sebastian frowned at the scene and leapt away from his opponent before aiming a knife at Alois. He thrust it forwards which pierce through the stomach of the shockd Trancy Earl.
"Then you, shall die a violent and sorrowful death."
Author's notes
I'm very apologetic about the late update! Life has really caught up to me! This chapter was wrote out a couple of weeks ago but I kept editing it since I felt unpleased with the inferiority of the plot and writing. (frowns)
Finally we have the showdown of master and butler! It was really fun writing it and I do hope that it is up to standards!
So what are you views? Would Team Trancy win or would Team Phantomhive win?
By the way, I wrote out a one shot, titled "Unintentional Cruelty" based on Alois's point of view on his (rather tragic) life. It is of a different and darker writing style so please take a look and hope you will like it. It can't be found in the search engine, strangely, so you have to go under my account to read it
Thank you for reading!