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That Butler, Omnipotent3

'thoughts'

"speech"

[speech heard over telephone]

{setting/stage directions?}

*sound effect*

An entire sentence like this, without quotes, is narration for dreams or stuff like written letters.

=†=†=†=†= scene shift/time shift


Previously:

"This is—" Sebastian said. "… Oh dear… How could this be…"

"This is terrible! Ciel's been kidnapped!" Chêne said at the same time Sebastian said,

"And after all that, this tea is going to go to waste…" Sebastian looked a little too calm for a butler whose master had just been forcibly removed from his own home. Chêne face-faulted and gaped at Sebastian.

"That's what you're worried about!" Chêne yelled, exasperated.


{At The H.Q. Of A Certain Member Of The Italian Mafia…}

Ciel had regained consciousness only to find that he was now being held captive in a well-guarded mansion. He had been bound with leather straps, and his wrists and ankles were cuffed and chained together, severely limiting his ability to move. The room he was in was dimly lit, but Ciel could hear the faint ticking of a clock in the background, and He could still see the large Doberman that was growling only a few feet away from him. Ciel's kidnapper began to speak.

"You, the 'order' of the Inghilterra underworld. Dissidents meet their end in the jaws of your absolute power… you, watchdog of the Queen. Over many generations has your kind done the government's dirty work… you, the Aristocrat of Evil. Tell me, how many aliases do you have? How many 'Families' have you ruined?" The man asked Ciel cynically as he trimmed his cigar with a guillotine cigar cutter and lit it. "The king of the number one toy factory in the world is just a brat, in this situation. Isn't that right… Ciel Phantomhive?" Ciel glared at the man. His captor was a dark-haired man. He had a scar across his face, and piercings in one of his eyebrow and both his ears. His hair was slicked back, and he was wearing a pinstriped suit. He had been one of Ciel's 'guests' in the Billiards room earlier that day. "A man should not be judged by his looks… still… I suppose it does make sense for the king of the toy place to be a child." The man said as he set his cigar cutter down on the table.

"So it was you. The Ferro Family's, Azzurro Vanel." Ciel said darkly as he continued to glare. Vanel leered at Ciel.

"Si! You know, little Phantomhive, here, in your country, it is difficult to do for us Italians to conduct business." Vanel said patronizingly. "Very, very difficult. You Inglesi all have tea stains on your brains." The Doberman growled. "Think about it." Vanel said. "What do you think is the best way for people like us to make money?" Vanel's smirk was becoming more twisted the longer he spoke. "Not murder, not smuggling, not women, not organs—that leaves drugs, yes?" Vanel, realizing he was ranting, relaxed himself and leaned against a table, tapping his finger on its edge. "But once we arrived here, there was not even a whiff of mellow fragrance in this country—all thanks to the watchdog."

"It is by order of the queen that dealers and drugs are controlled." Ciel said.

"Oh dear, what a prude, There you have it! The reason I hate the Inglesi!" Vanel said sarcastically. "Queen this! Queen that! You are nothing but a bunch of mama's boys." Vanel laughed. "Still… at the end of the day, you and I are two sides of the same coin. We would like to make some money with you if possible."

"I have no intention of colluding with a filthy sewer rat." Ciel said darkly. As if he could be bought, the very idea insulted Ciel.

"So you say, but I wonder about the other fellows. Maybe they are just afraid of the watchdog and are sitting tight for the time being… in fear of Ciel Phantomhive, sweeper of the dark." Vanel said, taking a puff on his cigar. "I was especially careful to not deal those drugs in Italy, so it surprises me that you found me so fast. I didn't think you would use Chlaus to get them." Vanel shrugged. "That's why me, I am useless. The boss, he will yell at me again." Vanel laughed. "Now, you understand what I want? If you tell me where the drugs are, I send you home alive… little Phantomhive."

"If I fail to return, Chlaus will hand the evidence over to the government. Most unfortunate for you." Ciel said mockingly, smirking. Vanel pulled out his pistol and cocked it, aiming it at Ciel.

"One must never look down on one's elders… you snot-nosed little noble!" Vanel sneered angrily. "I already have my men over at your mansion. Where are the drugs? If you don't spit it out pronto… I shall kill your servants one by one!" Ciel perked up when he heard that… Chêne was still there... He bowed his head, as though in defeat, before throwing his head back haughtily.

"I do hope your precious pet dogs know their way around a game of 'fetch.'" Ciel said, giving Vanel an absolutely brilliant shit-eating grin that would have made Sebastian and Chêne proud.

"Heh…!" Vanel said, shrugging before suddenly kicking Ciel hard across the face. "You hear that?" Vanel asked, picking up the phone. "There was a breakdown in our negotiations. Kill them!" Vanel crushed his cigar under his heel.

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{Back At The Phantomhive Manor}

A sniper watched Sebastian and Chêne through his scope as they walked down the hallway, waiting for the best opportunity to strike.

"We have to find him." Chêne said. "I've heard once that in most missing children cases, time is an important factor. When a child is taken, the two days following the abduction are what is the most important. If a child is taken and recovered within the following forty-eight hours, the child has a better chance of being found alive, but after forty-eight hours have passed, the chance is much lower that the child will be found alive, or that they will be found at all… but these are just statistics from my world, with modern technology… I don't what will happen now." Chêne said, biting her lip as she worried about Ciel. Sebastian was only half listening to her, too preoccupied with his own thoughts.

'The deep-dish pie turned out exceptional… So, where could he have gone?' Sebastian wondered. He had not sensed any outsiders in the manor before Ciel went missing, except for their guests of course… 'Ah.' Sebastian realized as he remembered Chêne's description of the man threatening Ciel in her dream. 'I see we did have a rather interesting guest today, after all. Chêne's dream was definitely not a coincidence.'

"M-Mister Sebastian! Miss Chêêêne! " Mei-Rin yelled. The two head servants turned to see Mei-Rin running towards them, waving a letter in her hand. Chêne sweat dropped.

'What now?' Chêne thought. 'And how many times have we told her not to run inside?'

"Th-There was a letter at the door—!" Mei-Rin yelled.

"To whom is it addressed?" Sebastian asked.

"Erm… 'Mister Valet to Lord Ciel Phantomhive'..." Mei-Rin read aloud as she continued to run.

These hallways were ridiculously long. Now that Chêne and Sebastian were standing still, it gave the sniper time to aim. From the angle he was at, he found that he could kill both of the servants with one shot. The small maid was just the right height that he could shoot through her head, and hit the butler's chest. Sebastian suddenly glared at the sniper from the corner of his eye, as though he knew what the man was thinking. Startled, the sniper pulled the trigger just as Mei-Rin tripped.

"Gaah!?" Mei-Rin yelled as she tripped on her shoelace that had suddenly become untied. The bespectacled maid flew into Sebastian, who instead of catching her and whatever she was about to ruin like usual, allowed himself to be tackled and pulled Chêne down with him.

"Heeey!?" Chêne cried indignantly as she felt herself being pulled.

She knew it had been on purpose, she just didn't know why. Chêne saw it then, as they were falling. The bullet had just missed Sebastian's face and had even sliced a piece of his fringe off as it zipped past them. She heard a great crashing sound as the glass in the windows broke, and Sebastian held her face to his chest. He lay there calmly on the floor as his hand held the back of Chêne's head to protect it from any stray shards of glass. All of this happened in mere seconds, and the sudden rush of events left Chêne a little dizzy. She realized she could still hear the gun firing. It had a pattern to it, like it was a submachine gun… it sounded similar to the old Tommy gun, circa 1919, in her father's collection.

'Not really your ideal gun for a sniper…' Chêne thought numbly. Outside, the sniper, realizing he screwed up, decided to get the heck out of dodge.

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"Eeek!"

Finni and Bard started when they heard Mei-Rin's scream, and crashing from further down the hall.

"What the heck!?" Bard shouted in surprise when he heard the gunfire. Finni was just as shocked.

"What happened!?" Finni cried, worried.

=†=†=†=†=

"Wha-wha-wha-wha!?" Mei-Rin stuttered, blue with shock.

"Get down! What if they're still—" Chêne hissed as Sebastian, who had been calmly laying underneath the two maids, abruptly sat up and caught the pie. It landed back on the silver tray in Sebastian's hand from wherever it had flown off to in the commotion, as though nothing had ever happened. Chêne gave Sebastian a blank stare. '… We were just almost killed, and he still found time to worry about the freakin' pie? He takes this whole butler thing a little to far sometimes…' Chêne thought. She just sighed. Chêne was feeling too mentally exhausted at the moment to comment.

"My, my." Sebastian said, snapping Chêne out of her daze. She blushed furiously when she realized she and Mei-Rin were sitting in his lap.

'When did that happen!?" Chêne thought. She tried to move away, but realized that she was still being held in place by Sebastian, who pretended not to notice

"Mei-Rin, the letter." That seemed to snap Mei-Rin out of it too, and she blushed a deep red. "Eh!? Ah! Here it is." Mei-Rin said as she handed it over.

"What's it say?" Chêne asked curiously.