20: Headache
Once Madame Red started yelling at Lau for invading her nephew's personal space when he offered his services to get rid of a mouse in such a lewd way, Ciel grew a pounding ache in his head from their loud exchanges. He removed himself from the parlor room for some time alone.
"Young Master?" Kagome tailed the boy, a drop of worry in her voice, "Are you well?" Ciel mutely rubbed his forehead, to which his butler nodded to, "I'll fetch you your tea and cake then? I'm certain it will leave you feeling better."
"Bring them to my study." Ciel muttered, groaning when a metaphorical hammer strike the front of his brain, "The headache is horrid."
"Wouldn't it be better if you rest in your bedroom instead?" Kagome chewed her painted lips.
"Blah, no. My time is tight as it is. I will be fine." Ciel waved it off, and stepped into the hallway, "Don't forget to arrange for Lord Randall's carriage."
Kagome tipped at her waist, "Very well, milord, I'll do as you say." She watched him retreating, her ears listening to Madame Red's angry fussing and Lau's laughter. For a moment she frowned, but resigned as if there is nothing to be done about it.
Whatever it is.
Ciel heard the door behind him clicked closed, and rest his back against it with a sigh, "What a tedious day this is…" He stepped forward to his desk. He choked when he was pulled backward in a tight grip and felt a damp cloth slammed down on his mouth and his nose from behind. The odorless chloroform made ways quickly into his body, and he fell into a dreamless sleep. Ciel went limp against the intruder's.
"We got 'em, boss!"