Point of View: Alois Trancy
TsuTsuYandere: Yush, I killed everyone with such a cliffhanger. But, I hope you like this chappie. Hope. Haha, I hate waking up early, too. More than the smell of brussel sprouts. x3 Haha, don't wreck a house just yet, we haven't even gotten to the peak of the story~.
MeganeMusume: I completely agree. He'd just blow a whistle and Sebby would barge through the wall and go on a rampage. *3*
BooKat: Haha, Claude Busters. x3 I just couldn't stop laughing at that. ^-^
Tylostoma: Awe, that's so adorable that Luca watches you read your fanficiton. ^^ Haha, if animals could talk, they'd probably all say humans are freaks. x3 My cat slaps me sometimes, too. She doesn't have claws out, but she whacks my face. She got my eye the other day. T-T The answers to those questions are confidential. ^-^ Gah, enjoy this update, my lovely~.
Arisa: Thank you so much~! Oh, happy belated birthday, then. ^^ I'm so glad you changed your opinion on my lil' story. :3 Please enjoy this chappie Arisa~.
Stoned: Mhm, the plot is cooking nicely. Lots o' spices and sauces. Yummy-licious. I'm surprised my computer detected 'yummy-licious' as a word. *-* I think that deserves a point. Computer: 1, Me: 10,000. Don't ask how I got all those points. :c I don't even know what I'm talking about. T-T Anyway, thank you for your scrumptious review~.
XXI
Once my body decides it's had enough sleep, my eyelids flutter open and I blink a few times to allow my mind to wake up. As I start to remember where I am, I notice the familiar crack in the wall in front of my face. After about ten minutes of staring into the shadowed depths of the jagged fissure, I come to realize that something's different. I can't put my finger on it, but something isn't the same.
Groaning at my ridiculous thoughts, I turn my head away from the wall and roll off the bed. Well, roll isn't the best word to use. I guess 'fall' would be a better term. As I pick myself up off of the floor, I make my way over to the dresser and open a drawer. Maybe my mind isn't fully awake yet, since I keep zoning out and just staring at the most random shit. The purple on my jacket isn't going to change color any time soon, so I have no idea why I need to watch it for hours on end.
With a frown, I snatch my clothing for the day out of the drawer and shuffle into it. Before I close the wooden compartment, I take one last look inside and feel time slow down for a few seconds. Only when I shift my sight elsewhere, does time seem to flow normally. From my peripheral vision, a metal shine of the object inside the drawer catches my eye. I can feel my mind debating on whether or not to pick it up, but I'm not listening. I don't listen because I don't want to.
With the most reluctant sigh, I shift my focus back onto the shining metal and pick it up. It feels heavy in my hand, but I've held it many times before, so I'm used to it. Undertaker gave it to me a while back, since he said he didn't want me to run into any rabid creatures without a plan.
Trying to push the though of actually carrying this thing around aside, I stuff it into my jacket's pocket and sigh once more when I see that it isn't noticeable. As I head to the door of my room, I glance at the clock and take note of the time. I slept a long time, didn't I? Since Undertaker let me have today off from work, I opted to plan out my day. I smile to myself as I think of my schedule.
When I called Ciel, I wasn't expecting to hear a very bubbly man answer the phone. I nearly dropped the phone when he shouted into the receiver. After I had a small chat with my Ciel, I hung up and trotted over to his home.
That is where I am now, actually. Ringing the doorbell, I wait outside the house and observe my surroundings. Things are much warmer than they used to be, considering the winter months are passing by. It took long enough. I look at the front door and frown slightly. Sebastian's door is all...chipped. The paint is peeled off in places, almost like an animal clawed at it. A thought hits me and I feel my frown fading, leaving a smile behind. Did Ciel...?
The door opens and a very blonde, very clad in white, very dramatic man greets me. I have to hold back my laughter at the sight of this guy. Ciel has to deal with this? Going along with his words, I act as if I'm paying attention to him and end up knocking on Ciel's bedroom door. Butterflies flutter around in my stomach as I wait for his response. I haven't seen him in so long. It's so hard for me not to just burst through the door and smother him in a hug.
A few seconds pass, which feel more like minutes, and I call his name. I don't want to seem rude, so I wait for his approval for me to enter the room. What I don't expect, though, is Ciel opening the door. My heart beats faster and I feel my smile growing when he smiles groggily at me. "Ciel." He looks as if he's just gotten out of bed. His hair is a mess and his eyes are half-closed, not to mention the rumpled clothing. He steps aside and I let myself in, heading over to the freshly-used mattress.
I sit down onto the cushy sheets and he walks back over to where I am. When he sits down next to me, I can't help myself and surround him with a hug I've been wanting to give him since I called. I take the opportunity and sniff his hair, which has me smiling into his dark blue locks. He smells so nice. The moment he returns the hug, I feel my face heat up and my heartbeat picks up again. I missed this.
We part and talk for a bit, but eventually Ciel's eyes start to droop and he crawls over to his pillows. His tail swishes in happiness as he curls around a pillow and drifts off to sleep. I catch myself staring after a while and reach over to pet his furry ears. Once again, I realize I'm staring and I tell Ciel that I'm going to be leaving, even if he's asleep. The most adorable sound comes from his lips as he mumbles something about sweets.
I slowly raise myself from the bed and head over to the door, sneaking one last look at my Ciel, before leaving. Once I say a very enthusiastic goodbye to 'Aleister,' as he has told me to call him, I exit the house and waltz down the neighborhood. Since I've crossed out one of the things on my to-do list, I head over to the nearby theater. Once I arrive, I buy a ticket and walk inside. Making my way into the specified room, I find a seat and lean back. The next few hours pass with me, sleeping through the entire movie.
When I wake up, I rub my face and stand up, not caring too much that I just completely wasted my money. I step outside the theater and walk over to the nearby mall, since I can hear my belly rumbling a mile away. I just fed my stomach a bunch of crap this morning for breakfast, so why does it keep yelling at me? The restaurants around here are much too expensive for my wallet, so I think the mall is the best place.
Once I reach the mall and walk past the sliding doors, I make my way over to the food court and pick a reasonable food stall. I order my food, eat it, and take my leave. Feeling exhaustion cover my body, I yawn and walk over to where I assume the park to be. I've been there many times, so finding my way isn't too hard.
Is what I would like to say.
I feel like I've been wandering around for hours. What the hell? I guess trying to find my way from some random mall wasn't the best option. Well, that's just splendid. I don't know where the fuck I am now, so I can't even get home from here. I look up at the sky and see the darkness that completely covers the entire sky. Isn't that just lovely? I think I've actually gone in the exact opposite direction from where I wanted to go. I actually think it's past night, now. It's probably early in the morning. Maybe I should bring a map with me next time I have another one of these 'outings.'
I probably wouldn't be able to understand it, though.
Deciding that I've had enough of this 'circling the town' routine, I stop in my tracks and place my hands on my hips as I take a look around me. The night air causes me to shiver and I groan as I kick the metal trashcan to my left. The only thing that accomplishes, is a pain in my foot. This sucks.
About ready to cause a scene, I notice something that has me calming down from my frustration. I remember this place. This is...was where Luka used to live. His neighborhood is right around the corner, which means that I know where I am.
Turning around, I walk down the sidewalk and smile to myself as I step into familiar territory. Once I set foot on the brick path, leading up to the all-too-familiar front door, my steps falter. Just standing here brings back memories. Back then, I didn't think about what was happening. My mind was so fucked up that I believed everything that people told me. I don't know if anything has changed since then.
Every step I take creates a soft clack against the bricks and causes another memory to surface in my mind. I quicken my pace and listen to the crickets chirping to each other. They must have fun, right? All night long, they chat about the events that happened during the day and how much they missed each other. They tell one another about how much they care for the ones they love and that they will never leave them. Even if they go away when the sun is out, they will always find their way back to their home.
Because that's what they do.
My stroll up to the house comes to an abrupt end as I stand atop the front porch. I feel as if I should just let myself inside and run upstairs to my room. But I don't, because that's not why I'm here.
I allow my mind to run through all of the possible scenarios and I find myself spacing out for the second, third, maybe fourth time today. With a slightly shaking hand, I ring the doorbell and feel everything around me slow down. Even the crickets' songs are slower and less cheerful. Maybe that's my imagination, though.
What seems like hours pass, which has me thinking I should ring the bell again. Just as I lift my hand, I hear something. The faintest sound of shoes stepping on carpet reaches my ears as I wait for someone to answer. The noise grows in volume for a few seconds, before stopping with one last thump. I hold my breath as a particularly cold breeze brushes past me and the door opens. I look up at Claude as he gazes down at me and I feel water start to gather in my eyes. I missed him so much.
I can tell he's confused, because his eyebrows are all scrunched up and he isn't saying anything. He gave me the same expression when I gave him his birthday card the year he adopted me. He thought I wouldn't give him anything, but I did. I made the card myself and wrote down how much he meant to me. I watched his golden eyes sliding from side to side as he read my words, which made me smile even more. He was reading it.
I felt so happy that day, but not only because he read my card. I was happy because he looked happy. His eyes looked different than they usually did and that was enough for me. Claude closed the paper card and tucked it away inside his jacket, which made me jump over to him and give him the most content hug I had ever given. He cared enough to keep the card I gave him. Nobody had ever cared so much for me.
"Alois."
Hearing his voice call my name breaks me from my memories as I find myself staring at him. The tears blurring my eyesight have me using my sleeve to wipe the water away. When I look back up, I feel my heartbeat start to beat against my chest again. Claude is handing me a handkerchief. Without thinking, I take the cloth and dry my tears. I hand the material back to Claude with a small smile, but he interrupts my movement by speaking.
"Keep it."
I slowly nod in response and stuff it in my empty pocket.
"Claude," I say, not sure how to phrase what I want to say. When the cool air blows my hair in my face, I find my words. "Can I come in?"
The lingering silence that fills the air has me doubting that he will let me in at all. But, when Claude opens the door a bit wider and steps to the side, I feel my hope rise. Leaving the frigid air behind, I walk into the familiar house and take a look around. Everything is exactly the same as it was when I lived here. Claude closes the front door and takes a few steps toward me. Old feelings of being safe whenever around him make me smile and I suddenly wish I were in his arms right now.
When I look into his eyes, I notice that he isn't frowning. He doesn't look frustrated either. He looks as if he's genuinely happy to see me. Genuinely.
I almost say something, but he interjects before I can. His voice isn't loud, isn't demanding, isn't angry. "Where have you been?" He sounds like he wants to know. Not like he has to know, but as if he wants to know.
It takes me awhile to find my words, but I finally do. "A friend's house."
He nods and blinks, but doesn't change his expression. His content features don't leave as he raises his hand and rests it on my head. My heart skips a beat and I close my eyes at the welcome gesture. His fingers run through my hair, making me feel as if I'm about to melt. I missed this.
When I open my eyes again, I notice something that I completely disregarded earlier. It's late into the night, probably early in the morning. Claude's fully dressed.
With a tinge of curiosity, I ask, "Why are—"
The loudest thump sounds from the room directly above us and I flinch at the suddenness of it. Claude seemed to hear it as well, since he retracted his hand from my hair and when I glance up at him, he's gazing at the ceiling. My brows furrow as I realize that he's smiling. He wasn't smiling when I stopped by on his front porch after months of being away. He wasn't smiling then.
Why is he smiling now?
The only other time I saw him with a smile like this...
My eyes widen fully and I quickly back away from Claude, but end up stumbling and bumping into the table against the wall. Before he fully turns his attention back to me, I am already running upstairs. My injured foot is screaming at me to stop, but I can't hear anything. I can only see that look in Claude's eyes as he looked up at the ceiling.
The room above the front door is Claude's room. Not stopping to catch my breath or see if he has been following me, I keep running and pounding my feet into the floor. The walls around me start to blur and the only door with any clarity, is Claude's room. Before I even reach the room, I lift my hand and grab the handle. With the most luck I've had in my entire life, the door opens and I rush inside.
My heart stops and my stomach flips at the sight of Ciel, tied to the couch by a leash, lying on the floor. H-He's n-not w-wear-wearing...anything.
Tears form in my eyes when I see him...shivering on the floor. I'm already past my breaking point, but then I see blood. Fucking blood.
I dart from the room with more determination than I have ever had and my feet take me down the hall, until I am standing ten feet before him. My hand grips the gun in my pocket and I pull it out in less than a fraction of a second as I point it at his disgusting fucking face. "FUCKING BASTARD!" I turn off the safety and pull the trigger with no thoughts of careful aiming.
A loud gunshot sound echoes throughout the entire house and my arm pulls back with the recoil of the weapon. The bullet flies directly into his left shoulder, making him take a step back with the force of the impact. My vision is blurred with overflowing water as I watch his vile blood slowly seep through his white shirt. His fucking hand is covering the bullet hole and his revolting face is contorted with the pain. I feel myself smile as I take a step closer and fix the gun for another shot. I catch his urine colored eyes watching me as I pull the trigger for a second time.
Another gunshot sounds in the hallway and I watch as more blood exits his wretched body. The bullet cuts into his rib cage and he falls to his knees when the pain hits him. His glasses fall from his offensive face and shatter when they smash against the floor. He screws his eyes shut from the burn of the wound and opens them back up when I cock the gun for a third time. His disgusting eyes look up at me with such regret that I almost laugh in his face.
Instead of a laugh, I use my boot and shove the point of my heel directly into his right eye. The momentum of my foot ramming into his head causes him to fall back and my heel stays rooted, comfortably in its spot. The most wonderful, wet sound hits my ears and I smile as I hear him make an unexpected sound. He screams. It's such a hoarse sound that I never would have thought he could make.
The eye that was just moments ago watching me is now a bloodied mess under my foot and I scowl when I twist and remove my boot. When I step to the side, I wait for the right moment to end the squirming mess. The sticky, dark red blood flowing from his right eye is leaking onto the rest of his fucking face and his red stained hands are pressing against it. How pathetic.
When he turns to face me, when he turns his disgusting, bloody face in my direction, I kneel down and slam the barrel of the gun in between his eyes. His left eye is open and looking at me as I glare at the worthless piece of shit before me. "Fucking rot in Hell." The moment I squeeze the metal, the gun fires and hot blood splatters across my face.