LORD PHANTOMHIVE AND BLACK BUTLER
Note: I haven't written for almost two years, this is just a test for now. I went through a difficult time and I'm still not well, I'm not even sure I'm going to continue, but it made me want to write it. If I continue, the story will be written in arcs, as in the manga. The first is called Dream without end. And I did Ciel with 17 years old here, for me to feel a little more comfortable. That 's it...
Chapter One - Endless Dream, Part I
The sound of a gunfire echoed through the silent night. Then, hurried steps.
'' Sebastian! '' A male voice shouted. ''Catch him!''
'' As you wish, master. '' A voice out of the shadows said calmly.
A man in his 40s was running ahead. Sometimes he looked back, unable to see the pursuer. Without realizing it, he ended up entering a dimly lit, dead end. A sinister laugh echoed from all sides. The poor man pointed the gun, scared, but he did not know where to shoot. He took a few steps back, eventually finding a brick wall. He had nowhere to run.
Suddenly, something grabbed his arm. The gun fell, while his arm was twisted in several directions. He cried out in pain, then slid down the cold wall. Steps came even closer. A man in black came out of the shadows. He was very tall, with dark hair. His crimson eyes shone. He was scary.
A third man joined them. Slightly shorter than the man in black, he had bluish gray hair, falling over his different colored eyes. He wore dark gray pants, almost black, white blouse and navy blue jacket. He was much younger than the other stalker, not looking over eighteen. He approached the fallen man.
'' Peter Barrymore, like so many others, dared to soil the queen's garden. '' Said the young man. '' If you give us useful information about the new drug, maybe my butler will take it easy to you. ''
The man, Peter, looked from the young man to the sinister butler. He quickly shook his head in agreement. Triumphant, the young man moved a little closer. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Peter took his good hand into his coat pocket, pulling out a pocketknife.
In a quick movement, he made a long cut on the young man's hand. He cried out in pain as the man tried to get up. Neither the young man nor his butler expected this reaction, but in the next instant Peter's lifeless body lay on the floor. In anger, the young man drew his own gun and, without thinking twice, fired.
'' It was a waste of time. '' He said.
The man in black laughed.
'' If you kill all suspects, we won't get in anywhere. ''
Without listening to him, he immediately started to leave.
'' Come on, Sebastian. ''
'' Certainly, master. '' * *
It was already dawn when they arrived back at the Phantomhive mansion. Many did not know, but that property belonged to the queen's watchdog: Ciel Phantomhive, whose duty it was to keep the underworld in line.
Upon entering his room, Ciel was soon taking off his coat. Sebastian picked it up, carefully folding it. Ciel blew out a tired breath. Despite everything he went through, he was still only 17 years old. Even though he didn't like to be weak, he was still tired.
'' Great waste of time. Sebastian, prepare my bath. ''
'' Yes, young master. '' The butler put his hand on his chest, then left to prepare his master's bath.
Efficient as he was, in a short time the bath prepared by Sebastian was ready. Ciel sent the butler to make tea for him, while he enjoyed his hot bath. He was so tired that he ended up forgetting the cut on his hand. It wasn't anything deep, so I would take care of it after the shower, he thought.
With a yawn, his eyes felt heavy. He could barely keep them open. He tried to call Sebastian, in vain. The weight on his eyelids was stronger. His eyes closed completely, falling into a deep sleep.