Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi
His young Master was quite entertaining when agitated.
Sebastian's eyes narrowed just a tad as he observed the way the Earl's body trembled with rage as he stared down at the headline on the front of the newspaper.
The other guests in the room had mixed emotions and comments.
Ciel sat on his bed, eyes trained on the duvet in front of him, not turning his head for a moment when he heard his ever faithful butler enter his room – a stack of papers in one of his hands, the other flipping through them. Sebastian looked at the blue-eyed boy, "No matter how many times I go through the suspect list, it always narrows down to one human."
"Human?" The young boy furrowed his brow a bit, before looking to the Devil, "Sebastian, you did this—"
The black-haired man gave a smile, throwing the papers up in the air, ignoring as they clumsily fluttered to the ground, "I did not. I would never lie to you."
Ciel didn't dare blink as he stared at the man in front of him.
"You only need to say the word and I will become your 'power,' 'hands and feet,' or 'chess piece,' sir."
The thunderstorm outside raged as Madame Red sat across from the Earl, a chessboard between the two of them.; having earlier criticized Grelle for making herbal tea salty. As the game dragged on, the red-haired woman watched as chess piece after chess piece was taken by her nephew.
Sebastian stood in front of the window, remaking the list of suspects again as ordered to do.
Ciel explained his butler's use to him as they played, using his black knight as an example. The young Earl knocked over his aunt's white queen. She gaped before replacing the piece, "Doing that is against the rules!"
"That's right. If this was a game of international chess… Unfortunately, in reality there is no situation where one can win merely by following the rules. There will be knights that break the rules, and even chess pieces that betray him."
He moved another one of his pieces on the board – checkmate.
Sebastian placed his hand over his chest, red eyes locked onto the mismatch ones of the Earl, "Come, make your checkmate, my Lord."
I over sleep now that I don't have class any more, until the Fall that is. And I got on later than I usually do.