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That Butler, Capricious
'thoughts'
"speech"
"Demonic 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.
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"'Someone well-versed in medical science and anatomy.' Someone with no alibi on the nights of the murders,' and 'someone involved with a secret society or cult of black magic.' Only one individual fulfills all of these conditions." Sebastian told them as they all sat in the townhouse's sitting room, and enjoyed their afternoon tea and cake. "The Viscount of Druitt, one Sir Aleistor Chambers. He graduated medical school, but did not work at a hospital or practice medicine. He has held several parties at his residency during the Season... but... there are rumors that he also hosts secret parties on the side in which only he and his intimate acquaintances may participate."
"Well, he definitely fits the profile..." Chêne said. She was still a little peeved that her input had been ignored.
"The Viscount Druitt, hm... Now that I think about it, I have heard rumors that he's into black magic or something similar. The rose something or the golden something..." Madam Red said, trying to remember the secret society's name.
"So, some kind of ritual is being conducted at those 'secret parties'... and the prostitutes may have been used as offerings." Lau said.
"Yes." Ciel said, taking another bite of his dessert.
"Tonight, there will be yet another party at the viscount's residence beginning at 19:00. As the Season will be coming to an end... it is safe to say that this evening will be our final opportunity to steal in." Sebastian said.
"So, in other words, we need to crash the party somehow without arousing his suspicion?" Chêne said. This sounded like it was going to be interesting.
"Madam red. That is where we stand. Can you do something about it?" Ciel asked.
"Really. Who do you take me for? I'm quite popular with men, I'll have you know. Obtaining an invitation or two will be child's play." Madam Red said confidently as she flipped her hair with her hand.
"Then it's decided. We'll do whatever it takes to get into that 'secret party.' But make certain not to use the Phantomhive name. We may fail to catch them otherwise." Ciel said seriously. "This is our only chance!"
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"I... Think not!!" Ciel said bluntly, disturbed by what he had just heard. There was no way in hell he was doing that.
"Oh, come on, Ciel. Like it or not, Madam has a point. Disguising yourself is the best solution in this situation." Chêne said, smiling brightly.
"So why do I have to cross-dress!?" Ciel yelled incredulously, vein mark throbbing on his forehead.
"Really! Losing your nerve after coming this far is anything but manly!" Madam scolded him as she held up a frilly light-blue dress. Grell was admiring a red dress that was still hanging in the closet.
"How can you say that whilst holding that thing?" Ciel demanded, vein mark throbbing on his forehead.
"Come, come. We have already decided upon our course of action, so there can be no turning back now. It is sometimes necessary to resign oneself to one's fate, my Lord." Lau told him, smiling. "Incidentally, I am of the opinion that a china doll dress will be nice and fresh. What do you say?" Lau said, holding up a sexy china dress. "This is one of our creations."
"Lau... you bastard..." Ciel muttered darkly, oozing murderous intent.
"Riiight, let's stop right there." Chêne said, sweat dropping. As funny as it would be, she felt too sorry for Ciel to let them make him wear something like that. The slit in the side of the dress went all the way up to the hip.
"Oh, I agree! Most certainly not!" Madam Red said. "It goes without saying that an English lady of the upper classes must wear a dress of the highest quality and heaviest silk to a ball!"
"Such rules exist, do they?" Lau said, looking a little disappointed and surprised. "I seee..."
"Ugh... that sounds like a pain." Chêne said, wrinkling her nose slightly. As if all the layers of petticoats she had to wear for her maid's uniform weren't bad enough... now she had to wear something even heavier? Ciel did not look thrilled.
"Well, obviously. Where do you think we are?" Madam Red huffed indignantly. "This is Great Britain, the land of and conventions and rules—!"
"But I was born I raised in the city of New Orleans... land of the 'big easy.' It's in my blood to honor traditions, but at the same time, unreasonable and stuffy rules are made to be broken... We just let the good times roll. We can sleep when we're dead." Chêne said, sweat dropping.
"... You were raised in a pretty 'unique' city..." Madam Red said, sweat dropping. It sounded fun, but that was no way for a young lady to be brought up.
"My, with such a wild environment, it's amazing you're still so 'innocent'~!" Lau said. It was obvious from her reaction when she heard Madam Red's story at the undertakers, that Chêne was still a virgin, and rather shy about discussing such things.
"Just what kind of girl did you take me for...?" Chêne asked, chagrined.
"Well, you are in England now, and you know what they say... when in Rome, do as the Romans do." Madam Red said, continuing her lesson on how to be a proper English lady. "Now, blue, silver... and pale green predominate dress colors here... and one must only wear pink at balls. Ciel is young, so pink will be good. Might as well. Perhaps we might shorten the length a bit?" Madam Red said, smiling radiantly as she pictured Ciel in a lolita style mini-dress. "You're young, so you can get away with it! Oh-hoh hoh hoh~!"
"Ah yes, pink will be lovely. Ha ha ha!" Lau said, smiling.
"So, a china dress is a no-go, but a mini skirt is okay...!?" Chêne asked incredulously. She didn't even wear mini skirts without leggings or something underneath it when she was in the 21st century!
"Enough!! Don't imagine it!!" Ciel yelled angrily, blushing furiously, with several vein marks throbbing on his forehead.
"There is still more for which to prepare." Sebastian said, stepping forward. "All balls begin with a 'quadrille.' Next, a 'waltz.'" Sebastian said, a glint in his eye, already in tutor mode. He was now wearing glasses with his butler uniform, and he was holding a riding crop. Chêne sweat dropped. What the heck was he planning to do with a riding crop...? "In all, about eighteen to twenty-four pieces are usually played. Seven of those will be the quadrille, with three of them being lancers. Then seven waltzes, four gallops, and a polka are typical. The rest depends on the host..." Sebastian told them.
"Well! That sounds about right!" Madam red said, smiling. She was the queen of evening parties, after all.
"To put it plainly! You cannot get through the evening with the farce of a waltz you feigned before." Sebastian told Ciel bluntly. "More over, a lady's steps on the floor are the reverse of what you are accustomed to!"
"That's true, Ginger Rogers had to do everything Fred Astaire did, but backwards and in heels..." Chêne murmured, thoughtfully. Luckily, no one but Ciel and Sebastian heard her, or she'd have some explaining to do.
"Ugh..." Ciel said, grimacing and paling slightly as he sweated nervously and shrunk away from them.
"The waltz was once called immoral... because the man and woman must dance so closely with each other." Sebastian said. Chêne sweat dropped and smiled wryly. She wondered what they'd say if they could see dancing in her world. "... But thanks to the queen, it now resides within the main dance repertoire. Seducing the viscount will be nigh on impossible if you dance like you did last time. If I were he, I would politely decline to accompany you." Sebastian told Ciel, a serious gleam in his eye.
"Sedu—!?" Ciel yelled, incredulously, flinching in shock.
"How else did you plan to get close to him?" Chêne asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Then, you do it!" Ciel said, chagrined.
"But the queen asked you to investigate for her. Don't worry, Ciel! I'll teach you how to flirt~!" Chêne said, winking playfully at him as she patted him on the shoulder. A vein mark popped on Ciel's forehead.
"Chêne..." Ciel growled dangerously. If this went on, he might go an a killing spree of his own...
"Heh." Sebastian said, smirking darkly. So, Chêne had attempted to seduce men before...? For some reason, the notion irked him. "From talking and walking to dancing, gesturing, and seduction—Why Madam and I, your tutor, will be drilling them all into you over the course of just one day... my ladies...?" Sebastian said as he and Madame Red grinned deviously at Ciel and Chêne.
"... Eh?" Chêne said, taking a step back as Sebastian and Madam Red loomed over them. Sure, she didn't want to be left out when the snuck in, but why was she being included in Ciel's little torture session!? Ciel was sweating nervously, blue with shock.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Lau chuckled, smiling innocently.
"N—! N—! Noooooooooo!" Ciel yelled as Madam Red and Sebastian stalked toward them, and he and Chêne huddled together, trapped in a corner.
"Do not raise your voices!" Sebastian scolded them.
"You have no waist!" Madam Red scolded Ciel.
*Whap!*
"You're seriously using that!?" Chêne shouted incredulously as Sebastian snapped the riding crop at them.
Author's note:
This was originally an extra in the back of the second manga volume, but I wanted to add it into my story because I thought it was hilarious! (XD) I just thought I'd add that little note in case there was someone who was unaware of that, and mistakenly thought I came up with the whole thing...
