Claude, Alois, Sebastian, and I sat around the kitchen table, as if we were back in That 70's Show. Claude was staring at me, probably sensing that I had a plan. Sebastian was looking out the window at the pouring rain. And, well, let's just say that Alois didn't look at anything, she was zoned out.
"Alright, guys. I have a plan. But, it has to be done exactly like this..." I said and then pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil. As I wrote, I explained it. Here's the copy of the plan:
Step One: Sebastian preforms a seance in order to give Ciel Phantomhive the First a physical body that not only looks like a human, but functions as a human. Meaning: Even though the Earl is dead, he will have to eat, breathe, sleep, and drink.
Step Two: Alois makes up an excuse as for why Ciel may not stay in the house. Idea: We are about to lose the house due to unpaid mortgage.
Step Three: Claude disguises himself to look like a 'gangster' to scare the Earl. Probably: Hold him on gun-point, scare him a little.
Step Four: Everyone leaves him out on the streets for a couple of weeks, Sebastian checking on his status on a daily basis. High Suggestion: Stay on top of the buildings and be like a sniper. Stay low. Don't get caught.
"So...sound like a good plan?" I asked, sitting back in my chair.
"Yeah...everything seems very laid out. I'm proud of you, sweetie." Sebastian grinned, scanning the piece of paper over.
"But...is this really worth it?" Alois stared out the window.
"What do you mean, 'is it worth it?' Of course it's worth it. The Earl has been getting into my business ever since he gave me the order to watch over his family. He should've passed on by now, the paranoid bastard." Sebastian said, a little more defensive than was necessary.
"Oh...I guess I didn't think that through. I'll go make out an excuse and print off fake warning documents about losing the house." Alois got up and stalked out of the kitchen. I couldn't help but feel that we were drifting apart.
I got up and walked over to the front door. I'm pretty damn sure that I was indifferent about my feelings towards everyone right then. But, then again, I was happy I had a plan to get that annoying son-of-a-bitch off of my back. I walked over to a bench that sat in the middle of the rain and plopped down into it, not caring if my butt was getting wet. I leaned back and looked at the grey clouds. Sometimes, I thought I could see the faces of all the people I've seen in the clouds. Except...there was only two in the clouds that I thought were familiar but I couldn't quite figure out who they were.
"Hey..." Alois sat next to me hesitantly.
"Hi." I said shortly, still trying to make out who that was in the clouds. "Are we okay?"
Alois kind of looked a little startled at the question. "Yeah...we are. But, on another hand...do you ever see faces in the clouds?" And that was the reason that we were friends.
"Of course. But, I see two that I don't recognize. Like...I know who they are, but I can't figure out who they are. That sounded so confusing." I said and then pointed at the two clouds where I saw them.
"Oh...I see them now...Ciel." Alois' voice trailed off and I looked at her.
"What?"
"Those are you parents." Alois said and I almost choked on my breath.
My parents? How'd she even know what they looked like? Wait...Now I rememeber. Alois' parents were best friends with my parents. They probably kept a picture in the house before they died. But...what happened to the picture? "Did your parents have a picture of my parents?" I asked.
"Yeah...but they gave it to Sheran. And Sheran really died a couple months ago. I've been trying to find the picture, but I can't." Alois said.
I nodded. I knew where that picture was. But, I wanted to be the one to find it. It was in the bottom of Sheran's knitting kit. She always hid stuff there because no one ever bothered to look there...except for me. I excused myself and ran into the house and up the stairs, towards Sheran's old room. No one had been in there since she died, so it was the perfect time. I quickly found her knitting kit and started throwing yarn, needles, and books across the room.
As expected, taped to the bottom of the kit was an old picture. I peeled it off and examined it closely. My father looked exactly like me. I had his hair, eyes, and figure. But, I had my mother's height. They looked so nice. They looked so...not druggies. I wondered where they went wrong...but I already new it. They had me.
Jesuuuuus. I haven't written in a month. It just...slipped my mind. Sorry guise! So...how you guys like their plan?
-Good thing the little bastard will be gone for good.
Shh...Sebastian! Don't give off details about what's going to happen!
-I won't...I won't. But...let's just say things are going to get a hell-of-a-lot better *winks*
*Facepalm*
