Dressed in white, Sienna was glad. It was finally the big day. Her funeral. She's had several funerals, most of them occurring in her hometown, but that was a long time ago. There's new customs and expectations now. She just wished she hadn't chosen to die on a ship. In the middle of the ocean. When they had weeks remaining on their journey.
Now, death doesn't exactly work like people think it does. You don't immediately go to heaven. You have to make up for your sins before you gain entrance to the golden gates, which are heavily guarded. That's why shinigami exist. And why pretty much every other supernatural being exists. Angels are the ones who lived a pure life. The higher the rank, the better the person. You can lose your rank, unlike others who are punished for their bad deeds. They're stuck until they pay back everyone they wronged.
This is also why shinigami are forced to reap the soul of their families (usually). They have to collect the soul of every person they hurt with their death, and then some for God himself. Then there's a choice. Reincarnation or heaven. Most of the older souls, note that she did not say 'older people' choose to rest in heaven.
Now, why do humans exist? Wouldn't everyone like to relax for eternity? It doesn't turn out the way most expect it to. Yhey expect all golden clouds and relaxation, but there's more to it than that. Pray everyday, eat nothing but porridge, not be able to sleep, and nothing to do. As you can imagine, it's quite boring.
The majority of souls move on to reincarnate to find their soul mate. Two souls that perfectly match;kind of like twins. Except they're two separate souls, not one split in two.
When they find their soul mate, they are sent to hell. Not, like, actual hell, but it's close enough. Just above hell, but under where humans reside, there's the soul factory. Yes, a factory. There, the two souls are put through a fiery machine-thing that's as old as time itself. Actually, She didn't think it was a machine. More of a...scanner. Yes, that's the word for it. It judges their soul, and the better they were in a past life, the more it hurts, which makes absolutely no sense.
If they make it through relatively unscathed, a new soul is created to stay with them. Sort of like giving birth to a child, except the female is not the only one in pain.
Anyways, she would obviously be choosing reincarnation. A different kind. More like reviving oneself from the dead. Sienna Satan did not settle for anything less than the latest technology. Besides, she had connections with the guys over in dispatch.
"Willliam!" she shrieked
The red head fumed at the attention he gave her. He never gave Grell that sort of dedication. All he did was shove his hand in her face, and adjust those stupid glasses of his.
"I assure you, Grell, this interaction is not by choice."
"Aww, Will, that's so mean." she pouted "You're hurting my feelings"
Now that she got a good look, the woman's grip on him was a little to tight to be considered friendly, yet to high to be the embrace of a lover.
"That's it!" Grell stormed over, ripping the blue-haired woman's filthy hands off her precious William. "Stop touching him!"
The woman glared at him "I am visiting a friend I haven't seen in over three hundred years, so if you want to insult someone, bi-"
William placed a hand on her arm in an attempt to calm her "Sienna."
Sienna. That was her name. The name of her greatest enemy. Behind Ciel, of course. That shrimp stole all the handsome guys right out of her grasp.
Sienna sighed "I know, I know. What I came her for was a little soul zap. I need it perfectly timed."
"I question your motives. You would gain nothing from simply dying immediately after you went through so much to escape heaven."
He sneered the word 'heaven'.
"You're right. I just wanted to have some fun, but I didn't plan the end...So I need to wake up in the same body. I don't want a funeral yet. I'm too young to die!"
"You are older than I am, Sienna. I'd have no qualms living to your age, in your situation."
"Yeah, you would." she deadpans "Even you'd get bored up there."
"That is irrelevant"
Sienna squints at him. Seriously?
What was she here for again? Oh, yes. "About the body zap..."
"You cannot simply revive someone. It just isn't done. In return, a life of equal value must be taken"
"Done. I know just who to choose"
"No, it doesn't work that way. The soul is chosen by the higher-ups. Neither of us have a say in this"
Fortunately, Sienna was awoken from her death when nobody was in the room. She immediately recognized it as Sebastian's , because she snuck in here to pet one of the cats he smuggled in.
How in the world does one sneak a kitten on board?
"I suspected you would wake at some point."
Sebastian steps out of the shadows. He'd watched the woman study the room for a few moments.
Damn. Sienna closed her eyes, preparing for hell from him, and eventually Ciel when he decides to get off his lazy butt and walk there.
"How long was I out?"
"Almost five weeks""
Her eyes bug out. It never took anywhere near that long before.
"Five weeks" she echoed
"You were only out for a couple of hours, Sienna." Ciel enters the room "It's about midnight now. I'll have you know you have been quite the pest lately. I have not had any sleep since you supposedly 'died'"
"Were you worried? Was that why you couldn't sleep? That's so nice of you. You even had a mini funeral for me. I have to say it was quite nice, and more than I expected, though I'm confused as to why a dead person is laying on a bed." she cooed. "And you, Sebastian, shame on you for lying to me!"
He is taken aback by her change in personality. One moment she's normal- as normal as Sienna could possibly be- and the next, she's acting like a child.
"I'll tuck you in later, if you're so tired. You obviously can't think straight, otherwise I'd be in the ocean with gold draped over me, right?"
"No!" he ignores the last bit.
She teases "Oh, come on, little lord. Don't you want to spend time with your favorite family member?"
Ciel continues to protest against her eager offers.
Eventually, he sits down to talk with her. Mostly about her foolishness, and her stupid belief that he'd actually fall for her fake death. He made that mistake just after Sebastian came under contract. The stupid demon thought it'd be entertaining to fake his death. Granted, it was for the good of a mission, but it still startled him.
The two chat like two women gossiping. She learns more about his personality, which reminds her more and more of his grandfather. They may seem totally different, but they're both sort of the same. In an unnoticeable way.
Ciel nods off within a couple of hours, so Sienna carries him to the bed. No point in taking him all the way to his room now.
She pulls back the duvet, setting him down on the cushioned surface. The woman pulls the covers up to his chin, so he won't be cold.
"Goodnight, little lord" she kisses his forehead gently.
Sienna silently exits the room, closing the door with a quiet 'click'. she turns around, but immediately comes face to face with Sebastian. Or should she say' face to chest'. She never really noticed how tall he was before.
"My lady, I was wondering when you'd exit, but I have to wonder, where will I sleep?"
"You don't need sleep, buddy. Nice try" she knew where that was going. He thought she'd let him sleep in her room, because it was improper to let a servant do anything but serve in the bedroom of their master. Wow...that came out more...dirty than intended.
"Oh, but sleep is a luxury I can finally afford, so if I could have the honors of using your room..."
"No."
"My, my" Sebastian teased "You're starting to sound like my master you so passionately despise"
"I don't despise him...I just don't like the way his brain works. He doesn't have to kill so many innocent people just to get what he wants."
The demon purses his lips "Don't you think that's a bit hypocritical. You did, after all, give up the life of-"
Sienna shoves a hand over his mouth, violently shushing him. "Stop!" I whisper-yell "Someone may hear you!"
"The only passengers of this boat are you, young master, and myself, so there is no one to overhear our conversations"
"Ciel is right behind me!"
He smiles "But my young lord is slumbering, Sienna."
The Seraph huffs, muttering about all the people who care. None. That's who.
Eventually, Sebastian sees that he's not getting anywhere, so he tries a different tactic.
He backs her up against the wall, his hands caging her head. Sienna is obviously not amused, as she pushes his chest. She's surprised when he doesn't move, and her hand hits something similar to solid rock.
The woman marvels at his chiseled body, and even lifts his shirt to see. Sebastian simply studies her expression of awe.
Abruptly, she drops his shirt "Well, damn. I didn't think you'd actually let me do that. Ya'll are usually all against the whole touchy feel-y thing"
"Ya'll? I wasn't aware you came from southern origins."
"I don't" she answered "But I figured that, because were going all over America, I should try out some new ways to speak. Ya know? And John is especially fond of the south, because he likes the scenery, though I don't know why he would ever want to leave Connecticut. New haven is such nice place. "
Just like that, Sebastian tenses, straightening up immediately. "Of course. How could I miss that?"
His miffed attitude does not pass her by. "Whats got you so riled up? Is it all this talk of him?" Sienna gasps dramatically "Is someone jealous?" she drags out the 'e' sound.
His fists tighten, and his arms fall from beside her. "I couldn't ever imagine being jealous of someone who's friends with you. Obviously he's dumb enough to get caught by whatever traps you plant to snipe innocent humans. I could never envy someone you have taken a liking to, as they all will eventually take part in your idiocy."
"Dude," Sienna squints "you do realize I like you, right?" she registered how he might perceive that "As a friend" The woman recovers, crushing ever last bit of Sebastian's hope in the process. "That means that you admitted you would help me complete my plans. And I do not set traps. They come crawling tto me because of my beauty and attractive personality"
"Yeah. Right" He deadpans
"See?!"Sienna slaps him on the back "You're already talking normally, and you stopped doing all the 'Lady Sienna'. I have to say that I'm doing an amazing job at improving you."
"I never called you Lady Sienna, and I don't ever intend to. I could tell from the start that you were not a Lady"
"That's offensive"
Suddenly a sound of whooshing air fills the hall. Sienna shoves the butler out of the way.
"Stop making such loud noises. I'm already having enough trouble sleeping as it is, your commotion is only further worsening it."
Shocked Sienna says "Ciel, I thought you were asleep"
"I was, until this big ruckus woke me."
"Here, let me help you fall asleep" she approached him slowly.
The word count of this chapter is 2, 058. I beat my goal of writing 2000 words, and, get this, I also finished my homework, made dinner, and took care of the dogs. I have decided that I'm amazing. Sorry guys, but my ego knows no bounds.
At this point in the story, I'm just winging it. I have no clue where I want it to go, and all I know is who is who. I don't know what to do about this new John guy.
OKAY, I'M DOING A COMPETITION. THIS JOHN GUY IS REAL INFORMATION ABOUT THE PAINTER IS HISTORCSLLY ACCURATE ( aside from his friendship with Sienna and his favoritism of the south). FIRST ONE TO FIGURE OUT WHO HE IS, WINS. I DON'T HAVE A PRIZE FOR YOU. ALL YOU GET ARE BRAGGING RIGHTS AND A SHOUT OUT.