. . . I have never been so glad to see Friday. TTATT Has anyone else been dealing with the horrors of spring cleaning?
This weeks' request is from Kaslo, and I have to be honest, the contents of this reminds me of when I first started writing these drabbles. And personally, I like a lot of those better. XDD Anyway, I liked this request, because it was vague and left me a lot of room to work with. Also. Hopefully it's going to be a lot clearer to understand what's going on in this one. So. No AU, no crossovers . . . just Kuro, at its barest and finest . . . and maybe most murderous. Also, I realized that none of the drabbles so far involve JUST Alois and Claude, so that's what is going to happen here. *emits evil laughter of doom*
Chapter Rating: T for a . . . horrible ending, to say the least.
Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji is Toboso Yana's, hands down.
Drabble Number Twenty-Eight: Watch Your Step!
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Sometimes, he just wished the brat would shut up.
It was always the same, from the first moment the day started until the time when evening arrived. Alois Trancy was just one huge ball of energy—correction, a ball full of sadistic energy—and Claude didn't know how much longer he could take it. The blonde always skipped around the mansion in his sorry excuse for clothing, making fun of everything he saw and generally being more of a demon than even he was. Claude half wanted to take his soul now and worry about obtaining Ciel at a later date. If he had to deal with this sort of torture for one more day . . .
"Ne, Claude~" echoed through the corridor once more that morning, utterly deceitful-sounding and full of hidden mischief. He was up to something . . . the thought nearly had him crushing the duster positioned in his hand.
Painstakingly the demon straightened his face out, smoothing it from utterly annoyed to impassive. He turned around then, expression unmoving, and said calmly, "Your Highness?"
"I've been thinking . . ." The blonde smirked and leaned his body against the wall, crossing one bare thigh over the other and throwing his arms across his chest. "Ciel and his demon . . . they're pretty close, aren't they?"
"Closer than they should be, yes . . ." Oh, he knew where this was going. Wasn't it obvious? He had been trying to break those two apart, constantly! It was almost like they were in love or something, which was unprecedented for a demon and a human. Ridiculous!
What he wasn't expecting was for two thin, pale arms to wrap around his middle as he turned back to dusting the candelabra. He felt a head press up against his lower back. "Why aren't we like that? Ciel trusts that man, you know."
"You can't trust me, Your Highness?" Claude grunted, fighting to keep his expression neutral.
"To be frank? No. You never put my life before yours, because you're too busy trying to make sure you look good enough for Sebastian. It's disgusting, Claude. You're mine. You should set your priorities straight."
"If I may be excused, I have work to—"
"No. Bonding time. Now." One of the pale hands reached forward and lazily swatted the feather duster out of Claude's hand. "Seeing Ciel and his butler acting like that makes me jealous, after all. We need to make them jealous too. The way we are right now, they'd just laugh at us."
And that was all it took to catch the spider demon's attention. Slowly he examined his master's face, from the teasing blue eyes to the wicked grin gracing his face. Yes, Alois was definitely doing something that would turn out to be irritating for him. But at the same time, he was right. Sebastian and the Phantomhive child had everything planned out. They moved fluidly with each other, which was the one reason why Claude could not beat Sebastian.
Sebastian had something so much more precious to protect than he did. And it outraged him.
Alois tugged on his arm, pulling him towards the stairs excitedly.
"Your Highness, where are we going?"
"To Ciel's house, obviously!" the Trancy brat said with as much energy as one would find in a power line. "We're going to show him how much better we are."
"Forgive me for being blunt, but the last time we went the Earl managed to drug your food and send you home early." Truth be told, it was actually rather amusing. Claude had gleaned humor from his pitiful little master's stupidity. Yes, perhaps they should go . . . just to make things entertaining for awhile.
Alois merely shrugged. "Then I won't eat his food this time."
"Shall I ready the carriage?"
"Of course. You didn't think we were going to walk there, would you? Come on, hurry up, Claude; the little Earl has an early bedtime, after all."
"As should you," the butler muttered to himself grouchily.
In fact, he was so grouchy that he failed to step fully down onto the stairway in the correct fashion. Claude stared down in confusion as his foot didn't stop, continuing past the step and then the next one. He cocked his head to the side, wondering what had gone wrong, or what looked wrong with the picture . . .
Oh.
This was . . .
He uncharacteristically flailed as his body toppled forward, unable to find a stable place to rest his outstretched foot. He had just one final thought before plunging down headfirst into the steep set of stairs . . .
Not the glasses!
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"Now," Lord Randall huffed, staring down skeptically at the butler's body splayed out on the floor. Evidence or not, he did not suspect it was something as trivial as tripping that caused this man's death. "Tell me what happened again?"
"He just missed the top step," the little blonde child answered innocently. "I honestly thought he was smarter than that. Dying from a fall down the stairs. How pitiful," he sighed.
"Sounds more like you murdered him to me," the Lord grumbled quietly in annoyance. "Where is your proof?"
"Just my word. Oh. And he dropped his glasses before he fell." Alois whipped out the spotless pair of spectacles and placed them precariously on the tip of his nose. With a sharp giggle he turned around to face the other servants. "Ne, ne, don't I look handsome with these?"
Yes, the Inspector thought with a growing headache, these nobles really were too much to handle sometimes.
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DONE BBYS. 3
Also I should hopefully have the next chapter of Break My Suffering Bonds up this weekend, for any of you who are reading that.
So I have a random question . . . but do any of you have deviantArt accounts? I'd love to be able to stalk my readers on there as well~
Thanks for reading, and next week's request will be from Hikari-Chimedekina-Neko. :3
~Shadow
