Hullo again~!
First off, I'd like to proudly announce that this drabble center has just about reached its 10,000th hit. Not only that, it's reached its 25th chapter today! Thanks to you guys this story has gotten far more attention than I ever thought it would, and I just want to hug and cuddle all you Claude-haters. *sniffles* You make me feel like my writing isn't crap.
Besides that point, this week's request is the other one from Sammie-spazzmuffin. How do you guys feel about . . . returning Shinigamis, cosplaying redheads, and cakes? We're about to find out, aren't we?
Chapter Rating: T for stuff. Yup.
Disclaimer: I really really want to say that I own Kuro, but I think Toboso Yana—and the police—would have my head.
Drabble Number Twenty-Five: Happy Birthday to You!
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Smooth.
A hand slowly pushed back black hair, mussing it only slightly and leaving the bangs hanging past the chin.
Tuck.
A pair of glasses slid down into a front pocket, placed conveniently for later use.
Click.
A pocket watch slowly closed after confirming the current time.
Perfect.
Now, if only he could change the color of his eyes.
Yes, Claude was in disguise, and as always, it was perfect, if not for the fact that his eyes were not burgundy. A pair of sunglasses might have worked to hide that, but of course the person he was disguising as did not wear them, and so it would not be believable. His only option was to remain far enough away so that his golden eyes were not obvious.
There was another problem, however, and that was the deal with his dead expressions. He chose—and preferred—to hide his feelings from everyone. If he wanted to pull off this disguise, then he was going to have to give an impeccably sadistic smirk. Just for practice, he allowed his lips to twitch upwards, even if it killed him inside. And then . . .
Project Dress Like Sebastian Michaelis To Kidnap Ciel Phantomhive was a go.
It would be a flawless trip, he thought. And once he'd obtained Ciel, he would have two souls to eat. Ah, what a feast that would be . . . and he could finally get rid of Alois too. He had fallen so low to go after a soul like that brat's. Then again, he'd been starving for oh so long . . . he really couldn't blame himself for his actions. Besides, Alois wouldn't taste so bad as long as he ate Ciel right afterwards.
Claude straightened his outfit once more before advancing towards the Phantomhive manor. He'd learned from a valuable source that the real Sebastian was in London, running some errands. It was the perfect opportunity to take Ciel, and he was proud of his quick thinking in creating this getup on such short notice. Ciel would never know the difference.
As Claude approached the manor, he caught sight of a flash of red. He could never recall any sign of red in this household—other than a clumsy maid, and her shade of red was much darker—and out of curiosity, he stepped towards the source of the vibrant color. Perhaps it was another demon, after all, coming to steal that precious soul for their own . . .
As he got closer, he could see that it was a man with ridiculously bright, long, red hair. He wore high heels and a red jacket that looked like it was supposed to be a woman's. There was a chainsaw next to him as well. In all . . . Claude thought he looked utterly ridiculous. Obviously he was not in his right mind either, judging by the fact that his face was pressed up against one of the manor's many windows.
Claude cleared his throat, hoping to scare the man off so he could do his job in peace.
What he got instead was not what he was expecting at all. The man turned to face him, stared for all of five seconds, and let out a squeal that should have busted the window to bits. "Aahn~!" he moaned, rushing forward. "Sebas-chan, I was just waiting for you! Ah, you're just as beautiful as ever, you handsome thug. What do you say to treating this lovely lady to a night in London?"
". . . Excuse me?" Claude stated lowly. What kind of a lunatic was this?
The redhead frowned, inching even closer to the Trancy butler. "I'm asking you on a date, you dolt! I can't make it any more obvious!"
"Did you just say you were a lady?"
"Ah, but you knew that already, Sebby. Come now, my beauty should be much more satisfying than that little brat's! I know that sometimes men need a woman's . . . open invitations to feel real again. I'm all yours, baby!"
Claude blinked, hardly amused. Did this man really think . . .? "If you are a woman," he announced bluntly, "Then you are quite an ugly one."
The redhead froze in shock, mouth gaping open and closed for a good minute until . . .
"Imposter!" the man shrieked, angrily waving his chainsaw in the air. "My Sebby would never say anything of the sort; he knows how to treat a lady! How dare you dress up like him to attempt to woo me!"
"I am doing nothing of the sort!" Claude protested. "I am here to—"
"Impoooosteeeerrrrr!" The chainsaw flew forward, too fast for Claude's liking, and—
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"Sebastiaaaaaaannnn, I'm sooorrryyyyy . . ."
The long, drawn-out moan could only have belonged to one person, and Sebastian could hardly resist letting out his own moan of distress. "Grell," he announced with barely restrained patience, "I could care less about Claude's head in the middle of the garden, or the fact that he was dressed like me. What I want to know is why you were at my master's home in the first place."
Grell pursed his lips, awkwardly averting his gaze from the demon. "W-well, you see, it's Will's birthday today, and . . . I wanted your advice on what to give him . . ."
"How would I know? He despises my existence." Sebastian glanced down once more at the decapitated body of Claude Faustus. "Get that thing out of the lawns before the Young Lord sees it. Give that to Mr. Spears."
"Ah!" Grell's eyes lit up immediately at the suggestion. He bent down and grabbed a handful of hair, lifting the bodiless head from the grass. "Sebas-chan, you genius! I can bake him a cake with this!"
Sebastian stared at the shinigami in horror. "He would eat that?"
"Of course he would!" Grell waved his hand submissively. "Demon cakes are his favorite. He'll be so pleased! Well, I'm off to make it! You're such a dear, Sebby."
And Sebastian had thought that demon meals were odd . . .
"Hey! Grell! Take the rest of it with you, damn it!"
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And with that, I humbly offer you Claude Cake on a platter. *holds up*
Next week's request will be from aceofspades27, so look forward to that~
Thanks for reading!
~Shadow