Robin and the Blue Jay
A series of drabbles revolving around Ciel Phantomhive and Alois Trancy.
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Alois Want a Cracker?
Eight-year-old Alois Trancy stared at the luscious greenery surrounding him, breathing in the pleasant scent of a warm summer afternoon. Gentle zephyrs toyed with his wispy platinum blonde locks, his face radiating with calmness and vitality. The peace was rather soothing for the young boy, and he wanted to relish every single moment of such a serene sce—
"Damn it!"
The blonde stupidly blinked and frantically began to search for the person responsible for ruining his peace. It didn't take too long, however, as 1) the park was nearly deserted save for him and a few civilians walking their dogs, and 2) the suspect continued to scream out nonsensical and vulgar words at the top of his lungs. The young blonde nodded his head in disappointment, grieved that another child (who was just about the same age as him, it seemed) would say the "bad words" his parents forbid him to say—ever. Thus, that lead to him walking up to the madly cursing child with the intent of scolding him incessantly.
"Hey, you," the blonde said suddenly with a childish yet dominant voice. The blue-haired boy glanced up to look at the blonde and scowled. Alois, with arms akimbo and his lips protruding in a menacing pout, looked down upon the other boy, his demeanor scarily intimidating. The blue-haired boy, however, didn't seem to be fazed by such a display and continued with his vicious frowning. "You're not supposed to be saying bad words, mister," the blonde said in a matter-of-fact way, his tone mirroring that of a school teacher's. "Didn't mommy and daddy teach you that?"
"Screw off," the other boy barked darkly, standing about adjacent to the blonde. Though he was slightly smaller, the blue-haired boy held a bludgeon countenance that made the blonde shiver with fear. "This stupid bird won't get away from my crackers!" His voice seethed with frustration and annoyance, stinging the blonde harshly. Though, still infantile and naïve, he couldn't help but feel pity for the blue-haired boy.
"I'm sorry," he breathed almost silently, traces of sympathy cowering behind his words. The blonde held out his arms in the air and wrapped them around the frustrated being in front of him. Startled by such a sudden action, the blue-haired boy gasped, but he remained still, a warm feeling surging throughout the entirety of his body. "I'm sorry," the blonde reiterated, only significantly louder this time, as he began patting the shorter boy's head in a comforting manner. He let out a small whimper and succumbed to the gentleness of the blonde's touch.
The two young boys remained in a hugging position for quite some time. That was, until, the blue-haired boy gently nudged the blonde off of him and crossed his arms over his chest defiantly, a tinge of pink evident on his cheeks. "Thank you," was the only thing he said before he was showered with more embracing a la Alois. The blue-haired boy, despite his scorn towards the blonde, subconsciously wrapped his own arms around the other's waist, his blush glowing an ever brighter shade of pink.
The two exchanged acknowledging glances at each other, their faces a forbidden proximity to each other's. Their lips were wavering with uncertainty, as if they were about to do something but was restraining themselves from doing so. Though, even then, they both began to near each other, their lips puckering cutely. Closer, closer, closer… their lips were on the verge of touching ever so slightly. And, just as they were about to exchange fruitful acts of intimacy with each other, a cawing from their left interrupted them before they could move any closer to each other.
The two glanced at each other, blushed, and diverted their attention to the black bird. Ciel exclaimed, "That's the bird that keeps stealing my crackers!"
Acting upon that statement alone, Alois began to pounce on the black bird, yelling at the top of his lungs to scare of the bird. The crow seemed to be amused by this and continued to tease the blonde, until boredom hit it. He stole one final glance at the two young boys and left in a hurry, letting out one final caw. Alois threw an arm in the air in victory, returning his attention back to the other boy.
The blue-haired boy, a shadowing smile of glee forming on his face, nudged his face towards the blonde once again, his mouth slightly opening. Then, with a sudden force that was enough to give anyone a heart attack, he shoved a salty cracker into the blonde's mouth. Alois moaned softly and began to chew, savoring the salty flavor of the snack.
"Thank you, again," Ciel said softly, embracing the boy once again.
From high above them was the crow, briskly flapping his wings. It smirked smugly and flew off into the endless blue, a satisfactory cry emitting from his beak. How innocent…
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D'aww.
I was trying to type up the first chapter of that Kuro WIP I'm working on, but I got bored. So I wrote this. Haha. :P
We went shopping today, and while in the produce section, I noticed that one of the potatoes were shaped funny. So I took a picture of it with my phone. But then I started hearing this girl laughing at me. And, yeah… I thought it was kinda awkward.
And you might be asking yourself now: what is the prevalence of this story to Kuroshitsuji? I was wearing a Great Britain shirt. C:
Yeah, you can tell I'm bored. But this seriously happened. And I seriously do have a Great Britain shirt. It's deliciously foreign and Great Britain-y.