Author's Note: Hello again. Some fun now eh? So I hope you guys enjoyed that last chapter because the time has come the walrus said for a new one. Thanks for the feedback, I'm totally madly in love with you guys. Marry me, just kidding, that's creepy even for me. I forgot to thank everybody who reviewed in my last chapter. YOU GUYS ARE EPIC! I'm Queen of the woooorld! *Gets pushed off the mast of my imaginary ship by random passerby* More shall be revealed in this chapter. FINALLY that last manga arc is over -_-' I thought it would never end. Whoo! COOKIES AND TREATS ABOUND!
P.S. The demon records of the two swords is told in the narrative of both Jet and Cavin.
Bold = Cavin
Italics = Jet
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Chapter Thirty-Seven: That Maid, Of Interest
"Adapt yourself to the things among which your lot has been cast and love sincerely the fellow creatures with whom destiny has ordained that you shall live." – Marcus Aurelius
Once upon a time, there were forged two swords. You see, long ago in the dark ages of Europe a mighty half-breed lived. His mother was a princess, his father -the Djinn- thought of nothing but the novelty of having a human pet. Though he was powerful, the half-breed was not a creature of force, but of knowledge. He had a hunger to learn many sciences, and crafts. So he traversed the land in search of such things. Many humans thought him a witch, but he supposed it was better than what he truly was and so he would just laugh at the thought. There would be very little anybody could do about it either way.
Then it so happened that in the land he traversed, the king of the mortals in that realm was killed. He took it upon himself to help, thinking it could hurt nothing. The creature shut himself away in search of solutions. They would not have outright accepted his aide but the constant chaos and quarrelling was nuisance to his studying. One day however an odd sort of problem began to manifest itself. As he locked himself away he had begun forging a weapon. A sword. The sort of sword that only a mighty half-breed could produce.
This sword was a sword of light and power. In the form of the sturdy broad sword. It could only be wielded by one with a fearsome and worthy heart. He called this sword, 'Battle Hard' for it was strong and unmovable in its essence. Someday he vowed that he would meet a worthy ruler for the land and when he did, this weapon would know he was the right one, and he would bestow to him this mighty blade. Once it was so, no man would stand in his path that could not be cut down at this wielders order. But an unforeseen side effect of his forging this sword began to manifest itself.
In order for the sword to have become something noble and light a bit of the half breed's essence needed to be sacrificed. A bit of his light, human side had been devoured. The normal human food that he once enjoyed became like ash in his mouth. It was apparent that it was now useless to him. Greatly disturbed he hid himself away pouring over the great many books in his possession. In order to rebalance the light and the dark within him, another sword needed to be forged. This one however, would have to be dark and insidious. The very idea of this sort of weapon existing made the desperate Halfling tremble but it was either create it, or be consumed with hunger, thus eventually be subject to deceiving and living off the despair of humans. He had no desire to be thus bound, with no time to study, only to hunt for contractor after contractor. What a dreadfully empty existence.
A choice was then made in the dark of his study. He would create this sword but it would be kept away from the human world, where it could corrupt none. He knew not if it could choose a wielder… but certainly no human was capable. What sort of being could handle the touch of it? He made this weapon in a different fashion. It was long and narrow with a slight curve but with such power that it could rip through any armor. It took the form of an impressively sizable katana. And he called it 'Sirocco' for it was subtle, moveable, but with swift and decisive force. Like the wind. Surely this sword could have no wielder but the most steady and unshakable in heart.
Whether or not his efforts at aiding himself worked, is unknown. However, stories say that it was many years later that he was seen again by the people. At the side of a steely eyed thirteen-year-old stable boy. One who wielded a sword that would soon make him king. Until, that is, many, many decades later. After he ruled an orderly and peaceful kingdom, he vanished, as did his faithful older companion. Neither were to be seen again, it was said by the hopeful people however, that one day their noble ruler would return. When the land again needed him the most.
Neither of the marvelous 'not-so-twin' swords was ever seen again. There are those beyond human however, who know what became of them.
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"Once upon a time, there were two forged swords. One out of honor and light; the other out of hunger and darkness. In a world where humans could not enter were these weapons kept under guard."
"It is said that a mighty djinn, handed these weapons over to the demon elders of our clan many, many years ago for their safe keeping and wise management."
"The four clan leaders readily accepted, being great forgers and lovers of weaponry, but it was clear that only the wisest and most formidable of the clans could be chosen to keep each separately safe-guarded."
"Dark Sirocco was grasping and hungry. He could go only to the most cunning, wise, and energetic of the leaders. So that his hunger could not control them. Two families were chosen and the most cunning of the families received the dark sword."
"The two swords were divided this way between these two most prominent families of the clan and to remind them of this day they were given new names. Names from the west, where these swords were born. And a glorious rivalry was born."
"Ah but the once glorious rivalry soured. One of the families grew proud and used the sword given to them to gain fame and strike fear into the hearts of others. The unmovable sword of light, the one Battle Hard became sick of unworthy handlers."
"The wisest of the families rather than warn them, were curious to see what would be the result of their arrogance."
"Then it happened. A dispute occurred between some within one of the lesser families. A Halfling had been born, and its mother was somehow suddenly refusing to allow the thing to be properly disposed of."
"In indignation for the wretch's gall, the leader who wielded Battle Hard rose to strike her down with the weapon, but the honorable weapon sensed the human in the child and instead backfired at this last straw. The elder lost his arm to the otherworldly blade."
"True to having a cruel sense of humor, the other demon elder, wielding darkness, began to laugh at his arrogance. For constantly over using and abusing a weapon of light for personal glory."
"The weapon was no longer touchable. It had to be removed. Just as the bearer of these blades had forewarned would happen if they were not 'wise'."
"Seeing what had happened to their fellow clansmen. A tradition was begun. Rather than allow the sword Sirocco to make one creature among them sick with pride and stupidity, they would pass it on to a worthy one among their offspring each 'generation'."
"The other stricken clan grew bitter over what happened that day, they grew to hate the family that had laughed at their leader's expense."
"They became sick with envy that they still wielded a mighty weapon while they suffered humiliation."
"A hatred steadily grew between the two that never ever completely abated. Bercarius and Ashcroft would forever be locked in a deep seated grudge against one another."
"And neither would care to end the cycle"
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It was unnaturally silent in the lower floor, where the servants of the Phantomhive manor sluggishly went about their chores. It had been a while since Mister Sebastian had last scolded them. Ivy had always been fairly decent at helping them avoid the major lectures and punishments. With her their mistakes had a bit of a buffer, but now that she was missing they were hesitant to do the usual risky tasks. Maylene however was more concerned about the ominously darkening sky. Hopefully she would return on time, before the rain made it unsafe. Unable to help herself, she peered out the window for what seemed like the hundredth time. A soft sigh broke the silence in the room before she spoke.
"I can't relax with this kind of weather." The linens had practically just been hung out to dry…this could not be good. "It'd be better if it waited until the washing has dried." Not that, that was likely to happen, but saying it out loud helped somewhat. Bard, who sat behind her peeling potatoes, sucked his teeth loudly with disdain after glancing briefly up from his task to see the clouds.
"Tch! Geez, this country really has nothing but stormy weather." He sat up slightly and began to gesture with his knife while he spoke. "If this heavy weather is all that keeps turning up out there, I'm gonna get all gloomy." This was nothing like in the states. Neither of them could hear the swift slashing of a sword slicing clean through wood. So naturally they nearly leapt out of their skin at the sudden clamor of an impetuous kick that bashed open the now broken door. Wooden splinters and the sliced parts of the door flew around them and porcelain plates and jars all shook on their shelves from the impact. The fighter's instinct in the two Phantomhive servants was awakened.
The clop of footsteps sounded just outside the entrance.
"Incoming!" Came the tickled voice of the invasive perpetrator. "Is Earl Phantomhive in?" The young man asked with a smile as if he hadn't demolished the side entrance. He clutched his sword in a black-gloved hand and walked with a confident air regardless of his slender build. Obviously this guy was the type who liked to be large and in charge. Bard was pretty sure by the smug gleam in the guy's grey irises that he was also an incurable prick. Without hesitation he had his peeling knife at the ready.
"Who the hell are you?" He almost snarled, keeping a straight face as he stepped in front of Maylene. The latter mentioned was staring with steely fixation on both men who had entered. His friend almost reminded her of Bard if not for the straight laced clean cut and well shaven face. She guessed he was also probably a bit taller than the head chef, and he had a mole. The smaller of the two just smiled in amusement at their demeanor as if they had given him exactly what he wanted.
"What?" His tone was innocent but his grin certainly wasn't. "You'll play with…" And as he swung his blade with unanticipated speed Bard and Maylene barely dodged. "…Me?" His swing emphasized his words as he spoke, with an almost manic shine in his eyes. Bard could barely regain his head before with the nimbleness of a dancer, the nameless swordsman tried to remove it from his shoulders. The unforgiving pounding of many bullets interrupted his progress however and he had to jump back. Agile little fuck dodged a bullet.
Maylene was crouched gracefully with her glasses on her head, guns still blazing. The swordsman just gave an impressed laugh at the fierceness in her demeanor. His platinum hair whipped about from his quick graceful movements. Bard hung back waiting for an opening so that he didn't accidentally cut May. "Wow!" Grey commended as his companion stood stock still and expressionless by the entrance. "Double guns are so cool~!" It was like a kid in a candy store. Maylene was unimpressed with his apparent approval. If only he could hold still just long enough.
"But…" He trailed dancing his way over to her in spite of the risk. The gun-slinging maid could only stare in numb surprise as he revolvers were split like a banana by the blade of such a simple looking sword. "I win at close combat." His voice came from behind her, startling her back into her right mind. Too late, now there was only time to turn and watch him come at her with his blade at the ready. It was then that the ominous presence of Bard was behind her assailant with knife in hand.
"It really is-…" He trailed, barely avoiding the swipe that was made at his neck by the experienced war vet.
"…-A shame." A single push off the floor and he was airborne, his foot barreling brutally into the maid's center. Is this what seeing stars felt like?
"GHACK!" She choked on her own bile and worried that she might have bleed from the mouth. Her glasses flew off of her head as he pushed off of her to flip through the air and over the angry cook. Maylene hit the floor completely breathless. His eyes met Bard with a lazy smugness as he did so.
"Too bad." He mock lamented. The stranger's slender arm thrust the blade forward toward Bard's unguarded face. This was it. Nothing to be done to stop the oncoming weapon. However, nothing really ever goes the way you would expect it to in the Phantomhive manor. That much was proven when in a burst of inhuman speed, the blur of a butler in black announced itself, wielding naught but a silver hors d'oeuvres tray to shove the metallic weapon off of its course. One of the treats was impaled on the sword and smeared against the ex-soldier's cheek. All of this within a split-second? Bard could hardly believe it, as was evident in his awestruck blue gaze.
Sebastian did his best to ignore the irreparable door, and gave a winning smile as Charles Grey got back to his feet from the crouch he had landed in. Predictably his eyes instantly zeroed in on the snack that was now stabbed onto his sword.
"It is a custard choux cream made from the eggs of our own Phantomhive estates poultry. Please take a bite." The butler played his part flawlessly in front of the other two dumbstruck servants. It was clear to him that Grey was not fond of faking pleasantries since he remained silent, but he could never say no to food. He had him there, and thus order was maintained. Taking a bite, the queen's rowdy attendant could be seen smiling, but he wouldn't be caught dead complimenting the wretched butler of the Phantombrat.
"Hmmm. So-so, I guess." In the meantime he never bothered to apologize as his partner aided Maylene to her feet. She didn't seem sure who exactly was helping her up. "I'd say near the lowest passing mark?" Bard had, had it way up to here with this guy, and regained his voice, beside himself with indignation.
"Hey! Sebastian!" He protested. "What the hell are these guys?" Phipps stood in the background aiding Maylene to adjust her glasses. Sebastian did not give the head chef the withering look he would have liked to and proceeded to explain.
"These two are-"
"Oh yeah, we haven't met you guys before." Once again, Earl Grey proved himself an insect. He sheathed his sword, licking his lips. It was obvious that he'd enjoyed annoying the butler. "My name is Charles Grey." One would think he was introducing himself as their worst nightmare. His partner, less aggravating, finally spoke up. His deep voice was more soft-spoken then Maylene and Bard had expected.
"My name is Charles Phipps." After this it didn't seem like he was interested in doing the talking, even though he probably should have, what with the way his partner ran his mouth in such an uncouth manner.
"We're codenamed, 'Double Charles'; Her Majesty the Queen's private secretarial officers, and butlers. Nice to meet you." They moved to stand beside one another. With a wink and a cheeky smile, Grey held up a crisp envelope between his fingers. "Today we are…mmm…the messengers here delivering a letter to the Earl."
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"I was under the impression that the Noah's Arc Circus was going under after the main performers left the show." She stood at her full height, making sure to look as dainty and sweet as she could. "You have a great deal more cooperative tigers here. This one seems rather unmanageable under your care." Ivy reasoned simply. The large amateur performer frowned sourly at the implication. 'Under my care, eh?' He thought eyeing the dainty slip of a thing with more than a little disdain.
Primp and tidy as a shiny new pocket watch she was…and just as pretty. There she stood, looking for all the world like she'd never done a lick of work in her life. There she stood, sticking out among the rough company of handlers and street urchins just like those cream ribbons did against her dark hair. Not the least bit frightened, how dare the likes of her question whether or not a work hardened man like him did a good job or not? What could she possibly understand about it? And that tall brown binder she had with her just kept smiling like a right fool next to her.
"It's a tiger, Miss. They're all ferocious." He uttered with a touch of impatience and passive aggressiveness in voice. Duh. In that brief instant he saw something in the girl's eyes flash, before it was gone in an instant.
"Ferocity." She murmured sweetly tapping her lip thoughtfully. "I suppose you are right. Ferocity is a key element in a true predator is it not?" What sort of Lady talked like this about such things? "However, ferocity and manageability are two separate things altogether. I was commenting on how unmanageable she seems to be here. Though that comes as no surprise. You've kept a large beast like her, built to hunt on the spacious grounds of the east, in a cage barely big enough for her to pace in. How do you expect her to burn off energy? Of course she would be agitated and temperamental."
"And you think you can do better, girl?" He asked, unable to keep all the sharpness in his tone at bay. "Where would you keep such a beast in a place like this?"
"You've struck my point squarely on the nose good sir! You haven't sufficient funds to support this manner of tiger. Why not simply sell?" She reasoned chirpily. Now the burly circus man realized that this chit had verbally herded him like a cow right to where she wanted him. This led to a deep-seated sort of stubbornness now. Large arms folded over his chest and he towered over her.
"It ain't my tiger to sell." Noting his demeanor, the dot knot she'd brought with her suddenly wasn't smiling anymore. He had also straightened up and moved closer to her side.
"The owners are gone." She stated matter-of-factly, not moved in the least bit by his body language. "And The Twenty-sixth Prince of Bengal is willing to pay a fair price for this tiger." There was no malice in her voice, only negotiation. Still he didn't much like doing business with a woman and a fig gobbler. Narrowing his eyes he raised an eyebrow at her, warily watching the dark skinned servant with her. Now that he got a look at the suddenly imposing looking man, he realized that he'd better tread carefully. This guy had some stuff to him.
"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" He would definitely not lose face now.
"Not at all. You simply struck me as a man of sense." She smiled. "You could make a good profit if you sold us the tiger and there would be less of a risk that you lose a limb to her d-"
"Look girl. I already told you why I can't-"
"They aren't returning clearly and I can't stand to see her chained in such a small enclosure. If you can call that shoe box you keep her in an enclosure that is." Obviously he was getting irritated but the young Lady made no move to relent.
"What does a highborn priss like you want with a tiger?" He demanded, pulling the propriety card.
"Nothing at all. She is to be a gift for the Maharaja of Bengal, I am here to identify her to the Prince's servant, Agni." She motioned to the man beside her politely. "She is clearly unmanageable enough when your animal tamer is present according to your…colleagues. Never mind now-"
"Then why not get her to jump yourself?" Green eyes flashed with disdain at his rude interruption but rather than snap at him, she calmly gave Agni a nod before looking at him.
"Very well. I'm prepared to offer you an ultimatum." She primly folded her arms. "I'll get the tiger to cooperate with me: If I can't then, the Prince's attendant and I will drop the subject and leave without trouble." Agni looked troubled and opened his mouth but Ivy was quick to continue. "But if I can, you'll give me the tiger. Free of charge." She must have been utterly insane. Regardless however, he was a gambling man, and this sounded like a good idea. It would really be amazing to see something like that work out within just five minutes of meeting the giant cat. Her companion did not look so confident in her proposal either.
"We have a deal, milady." Suddenly he grinned with an excited sportsmanlike sort of air. It was returned with a serene sort of Mona Lisa smile from the little lady. She gave him a gracious little nod before turning to the mildly protesting Indian who stood beside her.
"Trust me. Please hold this for me, Agni." She handed him her parasol. Once again she looked to the burly animal keeper. A large man by default, he could've been a bare-knuckle boxer. "Thank you for the opportunity. You should probably steer clear of the tigress, she doesn't seem fond of you."
"Do you need us to move the cage into the ring." He raised a black eyebrow and folded his arms again rather smugly. His bushy beard smiled along with him. The little ravenette shook her head.
"No that won't be necessary, but I would be very grateful if you would give me the keys and find a safe spot just in case." Large green eyes smiled and glowed enigmatically at him. Before he could protest such a foolhardy implication she had brushed past him, lighter on her feet than a fluffy down feather. The tell tale jingle of his keys startled him.
"What the-!"
"Hello, Betty." Ivy spoke softly as she boldly curled her fingers over the bars. The tiger didn't seem to know just what to make of it. She'd never seen this creature before but she certainly knew that smell and that voice. Round ears perked up and she stared with deep interest with her intense rounded eyes, growling low. She stood on all fours and the large man almost interfered but Agni blocked his path. "Don't tell me you've forgotten my promise." She continued, careful not to allow the two men to hear. The tiger tilted her head with further recognition. "Betty really is an unfitting name for you." She gave a quirk of her lips and instantly the tiger settled, sitting on her hind legs.
"Wonderful!" The neko smiled, happy that she accepted who she was.
"The manor pet?" Betty sounded completely thrown for a loop. Ivy responded with a nod and slowly reached her hand into the cage. Betty lowered her large head down under her palm. "So this is what you really are." Meanwhile two human men stared in amazement at the suddenly docile beast.
"I said I would help you, tigress." The young halfling whispered. "You are going back to Bengal." She could see the disbelief and hopefulness in the tiger's eyes. "First you will have to cooperate with me. Just for now will you do as I say?" Looking about the tiger, thumped her tail, swishing the appendage back and forth as she assessed the situation. "I promised that I would come back and I did. So I also promise to protect you." Proudly, Betty straightened up and groomed herself a bit.
"Hm. Very well then. What must be done?"
'Score.'
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"She's not here, you know." Ciel suddenly informed as he sat in the parlor room entertaining the queen's attendants. The boy sat sipping tea from a dainty china cup with an equally dainty saucer of sugar cubes sitting on the table before him. At first Grey was not sure he heard the boy correctly and so he met his eyes briefly and frowned. Placing the cup down he cleared his throat as if to elaborate while the butler just silently moved to refill the cup. "I was just taking pains to inform you, since your eyes keep wandering to the door, it's as if you were expecting someone." At this grey eyes narrowed.
"Che." The Earl scoffed and curtly looked out the window. Phipps continued to drink their host's tea politely.
"Shall we discuss Her Majesty's request?" Charles Phipps: All business, all the time. Grey busied himself with more of that custard choux. So much for the lowest passing grade, but damn it he was hungry. The little Earl nodded, as he looked over the note for what seemed the hundredth time.
"Continue." He motioned with his hand. Grey twitched at his manner, as if they were at his command. Phipps did not seem to notice or particularly care on the other hand.
"In accordance with the Queen's request, we would like you to host a banquet, and entertain a guest who is coming to visit England in two weeks time." The tall secretarial officer did not beat around the bush. A single blue eye locked onto them as the boy looked up, frowning as if perplexed by the request. Deep down however, he was immediately suspicious.
"Why me?" He questioned. "I don't think this guest would be at ease if he were being entertained by someone like me, who he's had no prior acquaintance with whatsoever." The neatly folded paper crackled slightly as he handled it. Once again Phipps was more than ready run through the details.
"The guest we would like you to entertain is a certain German personage who happens to be a distant relative of the Queen. It is to be a sneak visit to the country." He explained almost mechanically in his professional mode. "He is interested in the self-proclaimed factory of the world that is England's industry, and in popular literature. He also wishes to mingle with persons of profound scholarship."
'Not the Prince of Wales then, huh?' Grey mentally snickered to himself.
"The Funtom Company you manage is one of England's businesses that is boasted about all over the world. With connections like yours, you should be able to call forth some guests that will please our visitor." Ciel could see it was not a compliment; it was a subtle way of daring him to refuse.
'More like his visitor.' Grey quipped to himself. The boy placed the note neatly back into the unsealed envelope.
"Even so…" He slid the envelope lightly back onto the table between them. "Is it alright that the Queen would allow me to entertain him?" Time to push some buttons.
"Do you think it's alright to say that?" Ciel looked over at Earl Grey now, who had taken it upon himself to speak up now. In return he smirked in that rather slimy, contemptible way of his. "The Queen has been having doubts about the Earl since the report of that little 'incident the other day'." The look in the brat's good eye clearly stated that he knew what he was talking about. 'That's right you smug little bastard' He thought, feeling pleased with himself. Still he went on.
"Don't you think, this is a chance to restore your image with this mission?" The dark look in his eyes then abruptly abated and he leaned back against the cushy couch, stretching his arms behind his neck. "Then again… this is really just a request from the Queen to the 'noble' Earl, and not the 'Watchdog'." Ciel frowned at him. As a certain troublesome maid would have put it: Freak.
"Noblesse Oblige." Phipps put forth his two cents. "We would like you to think of it as an obligation to one of those who have it all." The boy Phantomhive was frowning, unconvinced. His dark butler stood stoically to the side, unreadable as ever. Still it was obvious who had won this round. He reached forward and slid the note back toward himself.
"…I understand. I'll take it."
'Lets all take a moment to come to the same conclusion; Earl Grey's life oozes awesome.' The young butler smiled brightly and sat a little straighter.
"By the way, since I'm the overseeing officer its okay if I participate as well right?"
"Yes." Ciel responded blandly. Grey leaned back again casually.
"Oh. We just confirmed the safety of the mansion by the way." He informed as if it were a conversation starter. But Ciel knew better, he was trying to bait him. Still he remained ever the little gentleman and very carefully placed the letter into his jacket.
"The manor's protection is flawless."
"Ah, so it seems there hasn't been any need for a little increase is security guards…right?" A part of Ciel really wondered what he was implying but another just wanted him to shut up.
"It can't be helped if our risk factor is increased by uninvited guests." He retorted darkly.
"It's settled then." Phipps broke in, getting to his feet. "We'll be taking our leave. There's no need to see us out." Smirking wryly at his cautious partner, Grey stood up fluidly and sauntered ahead of him to the door. Phipps followed and both looked nearly simultaneously over their shoulders.
"We look forward to seeing you in two weeks time."
The boy watched them leave intently and waited for the parlor door to shut behind them. He sighed once it did so with a 'click'. "Well then, Sebastian." He drew himself up to his feet. "Prepare the invitations at once."
"Yes, sir."
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"Now, Betty. This is our greenhouse, I have to talk to the Prince and to Sebastian, and I also have to tell Finnian you're here or he'll have a heart attack. Just in case he comes before I'm not back please don't attack him, he isn't prey- ju-…just think of him and the other humans as my cubs." A flustered neko informed, ignoring how weird that sounded to her. Betty would understand it better that way. "Sit tight, I'll get you something good to eat."
"Very well." She conceded.
Ivy hurried from the premises to find Finnian. His presence felt like it was somewhere near the entrance so she hurried off in that direction.
….
Coming down the curve of the staircase entrance of the brat's manor, Grey was in fairly high spirits. All had gone down as it was meant to with Ciel Phantomhive, and he'd even helped himself to a snack. His partner Phipps, though he was all business as usual, also seemed visibly satisfied by the visit. Maybe this called for a massive lunch or a few drinks to celebrate. Or not considering how busy they were kept in their line of work. Hm. He stretched his arms behind his neck again contentedly; it was a pretty nice day out.
"The was lots of fun, huh." He broke the silence. "Those servants are really tough." His partner stroked his chin in thought before responding.
"Now that you mention it, was it okay not to repair the door-?…" Both men paused abruptly paused.
"Oh, good afternoon, gentlemen." Ivy greeted pleasantly, genuinely surprised that the queen's butlers were standing in front of her and the gardener. She hadn't expected to see them again so soon. Finnian stared the two down from his firmly rooted place before them. Grey just smiled casually and tilted his head at her.
"Weeelll, she appears from an afternoon on the town. Lunch break away from this dark little slice of boredom they like to call an estate?" He inquired casually, approaching her. The neko wasn't sure how to respond to his sudden presence, but took it in stride.
"Yes and no." She gave an innocent half shrug, but frowned, more interested in knowing his purpose for coming to call. "What brings you to said dark little slice of boredom? I didn't think I'd see you again…at least not so soon."
"Don't get too excited. I'm here for business, just leaving actually." He informed briskly. He nodded with his chin, referring her attention to his tall companion. "My partner, Charles Phipps." It was a simple to the point introduction, typical. Ivy gave the slightest of curtsies. The gardener, who now stood behind her, watched the exchange as if utterly confused.
"Charmed." The taller man bowed at the waist, and placed a kiss on her gloved hand. Ivy decided that she was never going to get used to these sorts of pleasantries. Phipps was a perfect gentleman as were most who had greeted her in such a manner but it felt like such a familiar gesture. Somehow these brits had taken something as personal as a kiss and made it into something meaningless and cold. It just felt a bit strange.
"The pleasure is mine." She smiled effortlessly. She looked back to Grey with a wry sort of grin. "You have my apologies for not being here to entertain you during your visit." It was a light quip; he said the place was boring after all. Ha! Sometimes Ivy almost wished it really were. This house was utterly evil. If only he knew… yet there was something in his demeanor that almost made her think that maybe Grey did know. Or maybe a part of him suspected something of a deeper sinister nature to be lurking under the duties of the watchdog.
"Che. We can call it even after next time. Later~." He nodded and walked past her. The neko blinked at this new piece of information.
"Next time, Earl Grey?"
He paused mid-stride and Phipps took it upon himself to explain.
"Earl Phantomhive has a certain…engagement scheduled two weeks from now." There was nothing in his tone that hinted at mockery, it was utterly neutral. Ivy was not at ease by the tone; this meant that he was able to emotionally detach himself from situations. And when you could do that…you could follow any kind of order given. Phipps was a dangerous man, just like his partner.
"I'll see you in two weeks then." Grey smirked. Ivy folded her arms.
"They're sending you?" She would've thought that the diplomatic Phipps would have better handled such a delicate sounding matter. Grey just raised an eyebrow.
"And why not? Disappointed?"
"Surprised." She promptly corrected. "I didn't think you'd even like the idea."
"Not usually." He openly admitted. There was a moment of silence.
"They're going to feed you here aren't they?" The neko flatly inquired.
"We'll see." He licked his lips at the challenge. "Feeding me is not an easy task you know."
Ivy laughed openly. "Well if anybody can do it I'm sure it's Sebastian."
"Challenge accepted." He pointed a finger at her.
"Our apologies for rushing off, however we have a schedule to keep to." Phipps gave another bow. Ivy simply nodded her understanding.
"By the way…" Phipps' eyes became serious and turned over to the unsure, awkward gardener who stood a pace or so behind the young lady. Once ready for confrontation, he was now confounded over the civil behavior between the sword wielding bully and Miss Ivy. When Phipps struck, he was completely unprepared for it. Ivy's sharp eyes quickly locked onto the object, preparing her to deflect, but quickly they fluttered into a look of perplexity.
…..String?
A blur of pink and green thread… on a sewing needle. What the hell? In what seemed like almost a single motion, the taller of the two royal butlers had sewn a rather dainty looking patch in the shape of a pink tulip over the hole in Finnian's straw hat. The boy looked absolutely starry eyed and overjoyed. Phipps didn't remotely seem phased; you'd think carrying pink fabric tulips around in your pockets didn't merit having anyone stare at you. Granted normally Ivy wouldn't have wondered, but it had seemed a bit inconsistent with her first impression of him. Grey almost looked embarrassed.
"Disorder in your clothes… is disorder in your heart, boy." He advised the young gardener, whether he was oblivious to, or just ignoring Grey's eyes boring into his head was anyone's guess. Finni was sputtering and looking back and forth between him and his hat, awestruck at the man's apparently noblest of noble gestures. Oh Finnian, he was never difficult to please, it was almost endearing. Ivy couldn't help but smile fondly at him with a shake of her head. Grey moved to stand beside his partner properly again to get a better look at the apparent handy kit that he was hiding in his coat pockets. Phipps with his arts and crafts.
"What is that?" He stared flatly at the needle and thread still held in his hands. Ivy simply admired his handiwork on the boy's hat. Not bad really, much better than her own sewing definitely. Ivy hated sewing; it was born of evil. As if defending his hobbies Phipps responded in a mildly curt manner.
"I'm a top-class butler who can respond in any emergency."
"Thank you, you've really made his day." She interjected politely. It had been random of him but kind nevertheless. "Say 'thank you' Finni." The boy shaking out of his stupor was more than glad to. He waved his arms, frantically trying to express himself.
The two of them were already walking away when he exclaimed at their backs.
"THANK YOOOOOOUUUUU!"
….
"Have you been following her all day?" Cavin tilted his head and asked the fox incredulously after finally returning. Instead of answering right away, the sprite wordlessly stared at him and looked around.
"Where's Jet?"
"On his way."
"We'd better hurry up and start 'planning around' then; after all he's here." He purposely left out the fact that the intended target knew of his presence. Cavin would strangle him with his own hair if he knew. Not to mention be extremely paranoid, and terror stricken the whole time that at any minute the large beast from hell that stood in their way would appear and chew them up before spitting them out. Not an appealing thought to be sure but it took a lot to make 'Shin' really care about that sort of thing when he had his own priorities.
"Due to our secrecy policies, Jet realized we would need a plan to get her out in the open…alone. You see, I told him that he would have to consider the fact that Iv- she would instantly sense us closing in on her location. So if we move in while she's still inside she would hightail it into the butler's apron strings and our cover would be royally screwed." At Cavin's wording, Shin's eyebrows furrowed. Turning to him finally he tilted his head.
"Our cover? Honestly that would be the least of our problems if the beast were to bare his fangs at us." At this statement, Cavin gave a deep sort of chuckle that made the kitsune frown deeper.
"Cavin… he doesn't know does he?" This much was obvious. Cavin just folded his arms from where he sat perched beside the sprite. A smug look smartly painted across his face.
"Everything is basically in place in my mind. All we need is a way to draw her out on her own. Today would have been opportune…but I wasn't here and we would have had no way to occupy our obstacles with each other." A flash of understanding crossed the kitsune's face as his 'associate's' words sunk in. He shifted his weight fluidly to look at him better.
"You plan to get out in the middle of a diversion."
"Everyone loves a good old fashion red herring technique." Cavin just shrugged.
"Certainly but how will you draw her out? She's a lot more clever than you give her credit for."
"That's what Jet has unwisely assigned me to come up with. The closer he gets to his quarry the more careless he's becoming in his haste. I'll steal victory right out from under him and through this secure my family's rightful name."
"So she needs to be alive for this to be possible."
"And kicking."
"Very well… then for the time being I suppose we have the same interests as to how this venture will play out."
"C'mon clever little fox. Brain storm with me."
….
"I'm in trouble again, aren't I?" Ivy sat meekly with her hands clasped in her lap and her head lowered slightly. Her ears drew back as she noted the stare of disapproval on her supervisor's face. She had already seen this coming when she hurried off with Agni this morning, but a promise was a promise. The butler folded his arms.
"Trouble you say? You don't know the half of it, a part of me is almost capable of throttling you right now." He stated rather frankly. Ivy was really not sure whether he meant that or not, but she'd rather not find out. She winced and gave him a downcast expression. "What on earth possessed you this morning to think running off by yourself without telling me was good idea? What if something had happened and I couldn't get to you? You could have very easily been snatched off of the streets and I wouldn't have known a thing until it would have been too late."
"I wasn't alone…" She feebly defended smoothing out her apron dejectedly. This is how it was; she was the child and he was the man. Sebastian just gave her a flat unimpressed stare and his jaw tensed. Ivy decided that maybe she should just not talk. Being treated like this was not something she would normally tolerate, but he was right this time and there was no reasoning around it anyway. Ivy knew when she needed to be compliant and when to shut up just as well as she knew when it was appropriate to respond violently. Instead she slid off of the counter where she sat, and clasped her hands in front of her.
"Is that all you have to say for yourself?"
"I…yes and no. I'm…I'm sorry, Sebastian. I knew better." Her black little head was lowered slightly. "But I promise it couldn't be helped…and I couldn't be sure you or the young master would approve of such a pointless side venture. Mostly the young master, so rather than burden you I-" She swallowed hard to stifle the sudden gasp, as he was instantly eye-to-eye with her not even inches from her face.
"Burden me? It would have been much more troublesome to have to fruitlessly chase after you in the event that you were spirited away by yo-"
"I know!" She nodded trying to get on with her explanation. Staring for a moment at her, his eyes made Ivy wondered what it was he was thinking. He let out a sigh; warm air was exhaled against her face.
"Where in the ninth circle did you have to go that was so important?"
"I was…keeping a promise to someone."
"Where… were you?" He emphasized adamantly. Ivy really did not want to tell him how far she had gone or he would probably have a conniption fit. However if she didn't tell him, Agni probably would, and if Agni didn't do it first, Soma would most DEFINITELY tell him.
"I convinced Prince Soma to loan me Agni again…we went to…" She trailed off and her eyes met his stern ones. He raised an eyebrow and she moistened her lips slightly.
"To?"
"…Canterbury." She said it quickly, like ripping off a bandage.
"What?"
"I told you it couldn't be helped!" She held out her hands pleadingly. "Please…"
He was pinching the upper bridge of his nose. "Miss Ivy…what sort of promise could be so important that you would make such a risk?"
"Is Ciel angry-?"
"Miss Ivy, please do not stray off topic while we're having a discussion."
She instantly pursed her lips into a line. The neko loathed being interrupted. "…Right. Promise. I…" Noting his expression she sighed, there was really no other option but honesty, besides everything had been set in motion with no expense to the young master. Her shoulders still slumped further. Betty was not going to be happy with her. "I can show you better than I can tell you. Come with me." She had expected him to be angry, but she hadn't been sure what he would do. Words were failing her, but so far she had survived right?
He followed her outside wordlessly, and despite his cross mood Ivy felt secure within the far-reaching touch of his aura. It seemed to be fluctuating between expanding and shrinking; similar to the way an irritated cat's tail thumps and twitches, or the way a bird's feathers raise and lower when they get ruffled. Where Ivy stood well within its boundary, however, the movements were smooth and steady like the tide at its most lethargic moments. She realized that she'd never actually wandered the gardens by herself at night. It was like a different place. There was no trace of the kitsune anywhere so he was probably out of her range or he'd already passed through.
The silence was unbearable, she'd half expected him to make a comment about where she was leading him, but perhaps he was too sour right now. She could certainly feel his eyes boring into the back of her head after all. Approaching the greenhouse, it was so quiet that nobody would have suspected what beast was being stored inside the inviting little structure. The neko had felt a bit guilty to have to leave her there until she could be taken to Bengal but it was certainly better there than in her cramped old cage. Good thing she'd been fed already.
"Just so you know, I my choice of actions aren't going to cause any unnecessary inconvenience or expenses to, the young master." She informed pausing briefly at the entrance. "This is a matter concerning the Prince's efforts." Sebastian seemed to be listening by the quirk of his eyebrow. Before she opened the door however, Ivy looked at him one more time. "And no creepiness, I mean it." This sudden demand seemed to peak his interest in whatever it was she was ready to show him. Hearing a low menacing rumble of a noise from within, Ivy groaned and swiped a hand over her face.
"Here we go…" Pushing open the entrance, she kept a neutral expression. That is until Betty rushed the butler in a blur of stripes, intent apparently on ending that black, ear molesting, motherfucker who got her in trouble because of his rudeness. Ivy's eyes popped only momentarily, and Sebastian who looked utterly surprised, didn't have too much trouble handling the tiger. One thing was for certain; he was probably not angry anymore. This was absurd. He looked at her pointedly unsure whether to scold or praise.
"It's no use, Betty." She called, standing over the two. "Trust me, I've tried my darnedest." The beast gave up and backed away at her words with her ears still back and furious, defensive snarl on her face. She back up until her side was nudging against Ivy's side, teeth still bared and back arched.
"Your mate is vile; he's wretchedness incarnate." The tigress practically hissed.
Ivy folded her arms and huffed in agreement. "Preaching to choir, Betty-…Wait what?" She suddenly jerked to look at her. Was fate conspiring against her? What did she just call him? The neko was beyond glad that the pleased demon, regaining his footing could not understand cat speak. Still at her reaction he tilted his head.
"No no no, Betty. You've got it all wrong-"
"What did she say?" His tone was utterly innocent, which was a dead give away to Ivy. She also did her best to ignore the tint in his cheeks.
"Nothing! Shut up!" The half-breed pointed a finger at him. The demon grinned slightly and cleared his throat before examining the pair before him. His gaze looked almost calculating, trying to decide his next act. Ivy decided that if she wanted to explain, now would be best. Awkwardly curling a strand of her hair she crouched beside Betty to stroke her soft pelt soothingly, hoping she would mellow out at least to the point of being non-homicidal. "I said that I would help her, when I was asking her for information back in the circus. I couldn't leave her in that wretched cage, you saw it, Sebastian you must know. I convinced Prince Soma to pay for her passage back to Bengal, to live freely on his father's spacious reserves." Her shoulders squared.
"Ciel doesn't even have to know about it, as it will cost him no expenses." She moved to sit in one of the garden chairs behind her. Betty followed, not wanting to be closer to Sebastian than necessary, so she placed herself at Ivy's feet. What an enchanting pair they made.
"He will no doubt ask what you were doing."
"Then I'll tell him myself, but please don't bring it up yourself." She bit her lip. "No harm has been done. Besides, look at that face, you like her don't you?" The half-breed girl hugged the furry giant cat with a pout on her face, large eyes looking larger if possible. The butler just sighed and shook his head.
"Really, what am I to do with you?"
"Are you still angry?" She awkwardly smoothed out her skirts.
"I will tell the young master what happened if he asks."
"So…he is angry too right?" She repeated her question from before. Sebastian paced casually.
"He is irritated. It is likely he will want to know about today as soon as possible." Then the tall dashing servant turned to look directly at her once again. "He's also decided that you'll have to make it up to him in two weeks time."
"How do you mean?" Her tone was suddenly suspicious. Ciel could be very vindictive after all.
"The Queen has ordered that the young master, host a gathering for a personal guest of hers. He is a distant relative from Germany that she wants him to entertain." He informed curtly in all business mode. Green eyes frowned at this new piece of information tinkering with it in her mind.
"That seems rather out of the Watchdog's duty range…what is she up to?"
"No doubt it's one of her mild admonishments. Nothing for you to strain your pretty brow over, little one."
"It seems it is in fact." She glared. "If it has anything to do with what I'll be doing in two weeks after all." Betty, sensing her agitation began to nuzzle her shoulder, and Ivy draped her arms about her large shoulders, enjoying her fur. "What exactly is it that I'm going to do?" She murmured, missing how he smiled at the two of them.
"It's nothing that will be too unpleasant for you." He suddenly sounded almost cynical. "We have a plan on how to handle it, you need not worry yourself over anything, all you'll be doing is handling our only obstacle." Tapping her foot in aggravation she almost hissed.
"Don't keep me in suspense, you idiot. Just tell me what I have to do."
"You'll be entertaining, Earl Grey."
"….Grey's coming?" She gazed at him. He frowned down at her. Betty growled at him and rested her chin on Ivy's lap. "What on earth could I possibly do to keep him occupied? I hope you don't think I-"
"Miss Ivy, you are not a seductress."
"Coming from you would that be a compliment or an insult?" Whore, whore, whore, whore, WHORE!
"I am simply clarifying that we only want you to be your usual beguiling, charming, self. It seems seducing him is not necessary, as he seems to be fond of you regardless. Just allow him to bask in your glow, laugh at his boorish wit, and redirect his attention when you can."
"If he's hell bent on causing disruption and foiling you two every step of the way, there will be very little I could do to stop him without downright locking him in the broom closet or something."
"As much as we would enjoy that, it is not necessary. You will be able to buy us time; that is all we need. Every second counts after all, time is of the essence."
"Time is your forte, Sebastian." She smiled teasingly.
"More than you might realize." He smirked. "Having extra hands is never unwelcome in any endeavor then again." Ivy moved to stand but noted that Betty had dozed off with her head in her lap. With sigh she relented.
"Very well." She stroked the striped fur on her head. "I suppose I'll have to speak to Ciel."
"And you'll need an evening gown." Now Ivy perked at his words.
"Why?" She demanded, with a hard gaze.
"This will be an overnight stay."
"I beg your pardon?"
"What? I thought you liked the Earl." He gave a cynical sort of smile.
"Grey is likeable, but he's quite obviously a pill. How am I supposed to spend all of this time keeping his attention without him realizing it?"
"I get the feeling that he would be expecting it." Sebastian clarified. Ivy wrinkled her nose as if not quite understanding.
"So what's the point?"
"He will likely try to make use of you somehow, but you and I both know that manipulation would be impossible to perform on a clever fortress of a girl like yourself. Instead you will become another obstacle in whatever endeavor he may attempt."
"I see." She muttered dryly. "Fine. Whatever. Over freaking night stay it is, not like I have any choice regardless." Her shoulder shrugged. Betty was purring in deep cat like rumbles and Ivy could not help her smile. Before she could react to his looming presence he spoke.
"I'm glad you approve so whole heartedly." He drawled in a sarcastic tone. His breath raised the hairs on the nape of her neck as she felt the odd friction of a thin chain sliding against the column of her throat. She flinched just as he fastened the clasp and looked down at what he was doing. Eyebrows furrowed before instantly softening in surprise upon her recognition of the item now hanging around her neck.
Clutching the egg, she swiftly looked up at him with her lips parted, ready to question until a gloved finger covered her mouth.
"Not a word. I may change my mind. Perhaps it will suffice as a conversation starter."
Ivy pursed her lips and pushed his arm away, gazing at him in thought. "I won't be living in a manor forever you know. Items like this will come in handy if I find myself in great need. Besides, its such a pretty ornament." She recited curtly. "Oh don't give me that flat stare! Come sit down." She patted the other chair on Betty's left side. "Maybe she'll get used to your presence for the most part after a bit of exposure." The demon sighed.
"That would be lovely but I doubt it really matters as she wont be here very long." He lamented and Ivy rolled her eyes.
"You don't have to look so tragic. Really its creepy." He had too much of a fixation on this tiger. When he sat down however, all of his attention was fastened on her. Reddish rust eyes watched her from behind the dark fan of eyelashes as if he were assessing her. She squirmed uncomfortably. "Your social skills need a lot of honing, you know. How long have you served Ciel exactly?"
"Two years, though at times it seems interminable." The answer was so flat and humorless that Ivy laughed a bit. He was serious.
"Oh it can't be so dreadful. As long as you've lived I'm sure he is a walk in the park compared to others you've contracted. Yes he's a huge brat but serving him can't be complete indisputable mortification. Isn't there anything about this contract that you like?" She tilted her head curiously. He just grinned at her and tilted his own head.
"It does come with its redeeming moments and…certain enticing…attributes."
She rolled her eyes, hiding the fact that she felt rather naked suddenly. "I don't want to know." Her hand waved it off.
"Perhaps not." He admitted, his gaze flitting down to the slumbering tiger. "You seem to suit each other well." The neko just scoffed gently in response, resting her hand on the large cat's head.
"Wasted flattery, but I'm guessing you really mean that as a compliment so I'll take it that way."
"How did you manage to get her off of the performer's hands free of charge?" He drawled curiously. Now Ivy grinned with a high sense of achievement, biting her lip slightly.
"It was quite simple actually. You can just ask Agni. You see the keeper and I made a wager…"
….
Flashback:
Jet recalled that his earliest memories were that of an over-achieving mother and the hard disapproving gaze of his father. He disliked referring to him as his father but alas he had no choice on that matter. One doesn't choose one's own sire. He had been self-confident enough as a child, his mother had seen to that. His father, however, seemed not to be particularly concerned about his son's achievements; always lurking about, scheming new ways to earn prestige that would outweigh the balance between they and the Ashcroft name. Never did he acknowledge any hopes in the boy. He was far too busy hating his female rival in that other family. An obsession with this competition had consumed him, they could never defeat them as long as they still held that sword.
Still he had the deep-rooted assurance that he was good enough to be noticed and praised, even if his father didn't see it. In fact if anybody hinted otherwise or made him think they believed otherwise, he would make them pay dearly. Nothing got in his way and nothing could permanently obstruct his own sense of superiority, or stifle the intoxicating high that came with having that sort of power.
Until that thing grew older. Jet had never had any particular concerns about the affairs of his family's rival. His father on the other hand had become obsessed once Salena had been chosen as the next wielder of Sirocco. He tried all sorts of methods to get that weapon under the control of Bercarius but nothing seemed to ever quite go his way. His most recent attempt had involved attempting to make her his mate, to he and his mother's outrage, but of course Salena wanted no part of it. In fact she had added insult to injury when the greatest object of her fascination had been a human …and one of the worst sort as well. As he understood it, the two of them created a dreadful thing…a Halfling. She was born and Salena made a strong resolve that she would not be destroyed. His father had gone ballistic.
Worst still, this creature grew to believe that she had the right to hold space just because of whom her mother was. Jet grew to hate her. That little beast that refused to acknowledge him, and he wanted to show her what her place was. It became almost his mission in life. Everyone should know his or her place after all. Yet no matter how he attempted to intimidate her, she never opened her mouth to make a single reply, she simply gave him that blank unfeeling stare. There was something in her resolve every time he saw her training among full breed children fueled his fury and hatred. How dare she act like she was more worthy to be here than he was. He was Jet of Bercarius, the first son of a mighty neko clan! He vowed that one day, he would snuff out that fire in her gaze and she would speak when he demanded it!
Then the day struck that Salena broke the dam in his patience. She had decided that this Halfling would be the next to bear Sirocco. Nobody was to know that; but he figured it out by the way a devastated and hurt Cavin of Ashcroft destroyed his father's garden, raging and screaming his hatred for his sire's sister and the growth she carried around with her. Jet had chuckled at his pain but regardless; he brought the information to his mother, who in turn made to speak to his father. Who knows what sort of intrigues they were whispering among themselves.
In the end he found himself perched a top a tree several days later, observing the area as he polished a dagger that he carried. There was nothing of interest to keep his attention that day so instead of training he loitered in solitude. That is until he heard a very familiar boy's bellow and his ears perked up. Something else had caused Cavin to shout? He grinned excitedly, wondering what he might observe if he managed to just get closer, but that would be impossible as it would put him in range of his 'sense'. Instead he swung down off the branch, just in time for a blur of colors and full black hair to collide with him. He'd caught her tightly by the shoulders, grinning down with a manic sort of grin. Her eyes looked larger than usual if that were possible, staring up at him, frozen in fear.
How rare! No mother and no annoying, meddlesome errand runners to watch her.
"Oh look! It's my lucky day…I was starting to get bored." He darkly intoned, hoisting her off by one arm before anyone could spot him.
End Flashback
Jet had come so close that day to giving his father a massive opportunity. Fate would not be so gracious unfortunately. His fist clenched at the memory. No matter if she got away then, now it would be different. He would win this time…yes.
Author's Note: Hope this was a bit more enlightening and enjoyable. Read and Review now as I go back to edit plot holes and grammatical mistakes in other chapters that I missed. I'm looking forward to writing Jet meets Sebby. Buahahahahaha! It should be interesting no? I had a whole bunch of things to say about this chapter but I suddenly can't remember anything so if you're confused or anything let me know. Once again I pride myself on writing interaction so let me know what you think. I like to hear how others perceive characters after all. xD Ciao! Thanks for all the support guys. I LOVE YOU ALLLL!