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That Butler, Commendable
'thoughts'
"speech"
"Demonic speech"
[speech heard over telephone]
{setting/stage directions?}
I've decided that from now on, sound effects will just be in ALL CAPS because my comp keeps trying to do weird stuff whenever I add asterisks.
An entire sentence like this, without quotes, is narration for dreams or stuff like written letters.
=†=†=†=†= scene shift/time shift
Previously:
'What's this? This room smells awfully sweet...' Ciel thought as he stepped into the room with the viscount. "A splendid pla—!" Ciel asked, startled when he was suddenly overcome with extreme dizziness, and he had to struggle to stay standing. 'Damn!' Ciel cursed mentally. He remembered now. During one of his science lessons with Chêne, she had gone off on a tangent about how certain chemicals had distinct smells, and could be used to paralyze a person or render them unconscious. 'I have to get out of here...' Ciel thought as his vision started to fade. '... Quickl...' Ciel completely blacked out as his body slid to the floor.
"Yes... Oh yes. A very splendid place indeed... my little Robin..." The viscount said ominously as he loomed over Ciel.
"Haah!" Ciel gasped, breathing heavily as he leaned forward against the wall of his bedroom. "Se—Sebastian..." He moaned.
CREEAK.
"Now, please place your hands on the wall, and... relax your muscles a bit further." Sebastian instructed Ciel as he loomed over his young master from behind.
"I can't—! Take it anymore!" Ciel groaned anxiously as he panted, sweat dripping down his fair skin from the effort of enduring the sharp pain he was feeling.
CREEEAK.
"Chêne—! Make him stop!!" Ciel moaned.
"J-Just calm down, Ciel... I-It'll only hurt more if you f-fight him..." Chêne said, shaking slightly as she watched. Sebastian had already... finished with her. Ciel clenched his fists in frustration.
CLENCH.
"... No! It hurts—!" Ciel cried.
"Do bear with it a little longer, Sir. You will find your body becoming accustomed to it soon." Sebastian said solemnly as he stared down at his master's small back. "Look at Chêne... she was unwilling at first, because of the pain, but now..."
"Ah! Coming—" Ciel moaned, his face flushing as he clenched his fists, bracing himself. "They're coming out! My guts are on the verge... of coming out of my body, I say!!" Ciel shouted, vein mark throbbing on his forehead.
"No lady has yet had her innards squeezed out... by a corset!" Sebastian said as he yanked the laces on Ciel's corset even tighter.
CREEEEAK.
"I thought Chêne was difficult before, but compared to you, she is much less of a whiner." Sebastian remarked.
"T-That's right, Ciel... You're just going to have to suck it up...! Now you know why I worked so had to figure out how to make my own bras, instead of just wearing corsets all the time!" Chêne said, shaking as she tried to suppress her laughter. It kind of hurt to laugh since Sebastian had already helped her into her own corset. Sebastian had insisted she wear one too, since apparently it was 'obvious' when a woman wasn't wearing one... probably because she could actually breathe. Still, Chêne never thought she'd see the day Ciel dressed in drag...
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Ciel awoke with a start.
'A dream, huh...' Ciel said, panting. Not only did he have that stupid nightmare that made him relive that mortifying experience, but also Ciel discovered that he had been tied up. "!" Ciel said, straining against his bonds. He realized he couldn't see either. 'It's dark... no, a blindfold? I've been restrained somehow...' Ciel thought. "Tch!" He clicked his tongue in irritation. 'As if the corset bondage wasn't enough, now I've been bound further, eh...?' He thought. Ugh, it made him sick just remembering how Madam red had fussed about how he had no 'wasp waist' and how it was a must for any woman—He was a boy, for crying out loud! Of course he wouldn't have one! Then they had the nerve to compare him to Chêne, saying how she had a 'surprisingly sexy' hourglass figure, even without a corset—saying how he should hurry up and catch up to his 'big sister.' Chêne hadn't found the situation so amusing then, and she had blushed cherry red from head to toe out of shyness. The others all had a good laugh at that. 'Just because it's not their problem...' Ciel thought, fed up with how annoying everyone had been. Chêne had at least tried to hold back her laughter. Sebastian had obviously enjoyed their suffering way too much. 'Anyway, where am I?' He wondered, glancing around despite his blindfold. He could hear a low humming sound. "...?" Ciel said curiously. 'The sound of people conversing?' He thought.
CLANG! CLANG!
"Quiet please, everyone... Next, I present to you the featured item for which everyone has been waiting." Viscount Druitt announced.
'The viscount's voice!!' Ciel thought. It sounded like he was close by. 'Item? What is he talking about...?' Ciel wondered.
"Won't you please feast your eyes upon this!" Viscount Druitt said dramatically as he removed the dark fabric that had been draped over Ciel's 'birdcage.'
FLAP.
Through his blindfold, Ciel could now just barely make out what looked like people sitting in chairs... were those masks? The crowd murmured excitedly when the saw the lovely 'young lady.'
"Derive your enjoyment from appreciating her as you would a fine piece of art... or keep her as you would a pet. She would prove a glittering jewel for any ritual as well, would you not agree? Or according to demand, you may wish to sell her off in pieces." The viscount said.
"Wh—!?" Ciel said, appalled.
"A prize of this caliber is a very rare one indeed. The color of her eyes is a beautiful contrast between the sea, which reflects the sky, and the deepest forest." The viscount added.
'An underground auction, eh!?' Ciel thought. How disgusting.
"Now, allow me to show you." The viscount said, signaling for his own 'lovely assistant,' who was dressed like a masked dominatrix, began to untie the blindfold.
'This man... so he's been selling off the organs of the murdered prostitutes here...' Ciel thought, frowning as he furrowed his brow.
"The starting bid is 1000 pounds!" The viscount announced once the blindfold was completely removed. Ciel hadn't even opened his eyes yet, and already the crowd was fighting to bid for him.
"2000!!" A man yelled.
"3000!!" Another cried. Ciel opened his eyes. A few people gasped, and the bids increased significantly.
"Come now, does no one wish to place a higher bid?" The viscount asked, grinning. "Sebastian. I'm here." Ciel said coolly. The all of the candles in the room suddenly flickered and were snuffed out by an unseen force, plunging the room into total darkness.
"!?" The viscount said, startled. The audience began murmuring amongst themselves nervously. "What is going on on!?" Viscount Druitt demanded.
"Gyah!! Guah!! Waah!!" People began to cry out in pain and panic as they were attacked in the pitch black room.
THOK! CRACK! SNAP! CRUNCH!
A gust of wind swept through the room once it had become eerily silent, and the candles relit themselves again.
"My, my." Sebastian said patronizingly. "You really posses no talents... save for being captured, Sir." Sebastian clapped his hands together, brushing the 'filth' from his gloves.
CRUNCH.
Sebastian and Ciel glanced in the direction the sound of had just come from to see... Chêne... crouching down next to the viscount, and holding his head up by the clump of his blond hair she was holding tightly in the fist that hadn't just broken the man's nose.
"... What? He was still twitching!" Chêne said defensively as she let go of his hair, and the viscount's head fell to the floor with a loud 'thump.' She noticed they were still staring at her. "Oh, I'm sorry, Ciel! Did you want to have a go?" Chêne asked, yanking the viscount's head up again... Blood was flowing from his nose like a red waterfall now.
"..." Sebastian and Ciel said.
"... I'll take that as a 'no.'" Chêne said, shrugging as she let go, and the viscount's face slammed back down into the floor. Ciel sweat dropped. Was it 'that time of the month' again...? Chêne always got a little scary when someone pissed her off while she was in pain. Sebastian hid his smirk. It was always interesting to watch Chêne take out her irritation on others like that since she was normally very forgiving, almost to the point of being naïve.
"Do you not think you are too careless because you trust I will come when you call?" Sebastian asked Ciel, continuing where he'd left off before Chêne's little revenge on the viscount for groping her earlier had interrupted him. Ciel glanced at him.
"So long as I hold the covenant, you will come for me whether I call you or not." Ciel said matter-of-factly.
"..." Sebastian said as he stared down at his young master.
"It'd still be better if you didn't get caught at all." Chêne said, sweat dropping. 'The 'covenant' is a 'mark' a devil imprints upon the one who enters into its agreement—its prey—so as not to lose sight of it. The more obvious the location of this 'mark,' the greater the power of the covenant.' Chêne thought, remembering how Sebastian had explained the mark on Ciel's eye to them years ago. 'However... nevermore shall there be any hope of escape from the devil's grasp.' She watched as Sebastian approached Ciel's cage, and pulled on the bars, easily bending them apart to make an opening for Ciel to exit through. 'It sounds all mystical, but I can't help but be reminded of how a komodo dragon bites it's prey, and uses its saliva to track its prey, so it eat it later, once it's died from all the deadly bacteria in the saliva...' She thought, sweat dropping. Her random connections of useless information just totally ruined an otherwise 'cool' and 'mysterious' phenomena by comparing a handsome demon to a giant lizard.
"I shall accompany you wherever you may go... until the very end." Sebastian told Ciel, placing a hand over his chest. "Though this body may perish, I shall escort you to the farthest reaches of hell." He said as he helped Ciel out of the cage. "I do not speak falsely... as humans do." Sebastian said, smirking slightly as he glanced at Chêne. Chêne furrowed her brow and frowned at him.
"Don't look at me when you say that! I don't make promises I can't keep!" Chêne huffed, placing her hands on her hips. "I might not be a powerful demon, I'll do whatever 's within my power, as a human, to help you, Ciel. You're stuck with me too." Chêne told Ciel, grinning cheekily at him as she said the last part and untied him.
"That's just as well. Don't you lie to me. Not ever!" Ciel told both of them seriously.
"Yes, my Lord." Sebastian said, smiling as he bowed to Ciel.
"You got it!" Chêne said, grinning as she glomped the young earl.
"Hey!?" Ciel said indignantly, blushing out of embarrassment. How many times did he have to tell Chêne that he didn't do hugs!?
"—Well. I have already contacted the Yard... so they will be arriving at any moment." Sebastian said, smirking at Ciel's discomfort after being showered with Chêne's sisterly affection.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Chêne said as she finally let go of Ciel.
"Then let's not dawdle. The chaps at the Yard will be none too pleased to find us here." Ciel said, sighing. He was ready to get out of this stupid corset and dress.
"Especially with that appearance of yours... 'My Lady.'" Sebastian said, snickering.
"Pfft...!" Chêne said, slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter. She just couldn't help it... It was too funny.
'Th-That's right...!!' Ciel thought, flinching as he paled slightly. There was no way he was letting anyone else see him like this! "Ahem! Anyway!" Ciel said, clearing his throat, as he tried to suppress his blush. "With this, the case of Jack the Ripper is closed!"
"... Some how it feels like this was too easy..." Chêne murmured thoughtfully. 'If it was this easy, why didn't they ever catch the Jack the Ripper in my world too...?' She wondered. Neither of the two young humans noticed it, but Sebastian smiled like a Cheshire cat when he heard Chêne's comment, as if he knew something they didn't.
"Chief Inspector, this way!" They heard someone yell from behind the door leading to secret passage.
"!" Ciel said.
"Crap, it's the fuzz!" Chêne said with a comically serious face.
"..." Ciel said, sweat dropping. There goes Chêne with her ridiculous modern slang again.
"In any case, it would appear that the yard has arrived." Sebastian deadpanned.
"Fuah!?" Ciel and Chêne said in surprise as Sebastian grabbed both of them, and held each of them in one of his arms. Chêne blushed. He was almost holding her like you would a bride... almost.
"Let us be off." Sebastian said, grinning devilishly.
