Ciel locked himself in his room as soon as he returned home. He needed time to readjust to being back, and also, he needed the time to reflect in a comfortable environment. Unfortunately, it wasn't as comfortable as it could have been, seeing as though the smell of roses polluted his room rather strongly. They belonged to Alois, and while Sebastian was ordered to remove blatant evidence of the duo's true relationship and hide it, the Watchdog couldn't bear the thought of throwing the flowers away.
Unfortunately, roses do not live long in floral arrangements. Despite being kept alive by magic, they still wilted and lost pedals, covering almost every flat surface in the frontroom and bedroom of the master suite. Ciel did not want to let them die. They were all that the bluenette had left of his last night with his beloved husband.
Yet, he could no longer stand to be in this room alone. This was their room. Ciel still had memories, here. He remembered sleepy mornings with the menace and ducking in and out of rooms while they both got ready. He remembered the sweetest of "good morning" kisses, and his carnal knowledge of Alois. Thoughts like these made his chest ache and his throat to tense up as he also remembered that he may never share these things with the menace again. This is why he needed to leave. It hurt too much. Ciel had to run away.
With a few phonecalls to the bizarre "chairman" of Warwick Academy, he explained that he hadn't started the case yet due to a family emergency, although he did not specify. He also informed Wakefield that he was going to start right then and there if it was permissible. Really, it was just an excuse to get out of the house. It was cowardly, he knew, but his heart was not strong enough just yet to bear living in the same house as the man he loved above all else while his most precious person did not know him.
"I'm going out." he announced, grabbing one of his coats and slipping it on as he made his way to the door. His statement captured the attention of the menace, who ducked his head through a doorway in order to watch the other demon.
"Where are you headed?" the blonde inquired, curious to know more about Ciel through his habits.
"I started a case before I was admitted to H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. It's Warwick." answered the Watchdog. "I'm going to go investigate, now."
"Need a hand?"
"No, no. I've got it." Ciel insisted, oblivious to Alois' brow furrowing.
Certainly, the blonde knew that he was not in the best of states to be investigating, but he wanted to be helpful. It would have also been a chance to bond with the bluenette more. If they really were close, the menace was keen on rekindling their friendship. His arms folded as he watched the other walk away.
"Okay, good luck." he said almost half-heartedly.
"It should be over quickly." the bluenette replied. "I'll be back soon, unless I think I can get it done in one go."
"You do that..." Alois trailed off as the door was closed. With a heavy sigh, he decided to go into his plan of snooping while the other was out, even though he was a little disappointed. It almost felt like his skill as a detective was belittled, and he wasn't too thrilled about that, even if it wasn't Ciel's true intention.
It really didn't take long for the bluenette to conclude his investigation at all, much to his disappointment. He was even more upset at the fact that he had to see what he did. When he arrived at Warwick, he simply carried out Samantha Westley and Geraldine Midford's original plan of breaking into the coach's office while he wasn't there and stealing his cellphone. Or rather, waltzing into the coach's unlocked office and digging around in desk drawers and coat pockets until he found the man's mobile phone.
Once it was in his possession, he held it up to the light and tilted it so that he could see the smudges on the screen. Coach Ainsley didn't have a password protecting his phone, but a grid that he had to trace a pattern on. Holding the device up to the light gave the Watchdog the pattern he needed and he opened up the instructor's text messages and photo gallery. Both of which held incriminating evidence. Inappropriate messages were sent to students and similar photos were taken and saved. In some cases, he had sent images to the boys on the rugby team, making the man guilty of distribution of child pornography on top of his other offenses. What a fool.
Before he put the cell phone back, he changed the security settings so that the instructor couldn't access the device and erase any evidence. Then, Ciel put it back and took out his own cell phone in order to phone in an "anonymous" tip to the police. Given who the bluenette was, the authorities were bound to have motivation to investigate. Honestly, it wasn't necessary for the bluenette to be there at all. Everything was open and shut over the course of five minutes. His next move was to inform the chairman.
"Everything has been taken care of, on my end." the Phantomhive said over the phone while walking back to his vehicle. "The police should be down here, soon. Do I need to talk to them?"
"No need. You've done more than enough, and you have my gratitude." answered mister Wakefield. "You should get back to your family."
"Honestly, I came out here to avoid them." the bluenette said half-jokingly, despite the fact that it was true. He knew it was cowardly of him. He hated being apart from the blonde. Even more so, however, he couldn't stand being close to him while being so far away from his heart. That sensation was indescribably painful.
"Well, I wouldn't be opposed to having you over for a debriefing." replied the chairman. "I'd love to hear the details of your investigation."
"I could just do that over the phone. It's really short."
"Please, I insist. It's not everyday I get to talk to another blue blood, you know." He paused briefly before adding: "Unless, of course, you have other plans..."
"I don't..." the Phantomhive trailed off. Really, he had nothing else, nor did he have any ideas. Still, he didn't really want to socialise, either. "No disrespect, but I think I'll just go home after all. I just want to be alone."
"Do I frighten you?"
"The fact that you seem to have blood drives going on constantly at your school does."
"Touche', but there's nothing nefarious to it." Wakefield stated, shifting in his chair to get comfortable. "True, it is a primary source of food, but I believe that it is better than the alternative. Blood trucks simply don't come out here, and I'm certainly not going to resort to barbarism. I am a gentleman, after all."
"I suppose I can't talk, being a demon, myself." Ciel replied, reaching his vehicle.
"Are you sure you're alright?" the vampire asked once more. "You sound down."
"To tell you the truth, I don't think I am. Right now, I just need to accept that." stated the Phantomhive, causing the conversation to roll to a halt. He spoke with the other man a while longer about the business of the case before hanging up and carrying on their merry way.
"Playing hard to get, I see..." sighed Wakefield after the phone was back on the hook. "I suppose he really isn't that friendly..."
A/N: I wrote this last night and then forgot to post it. I'm sorry.
I don't have a lot to say. Mostly that things are bad.
Uh... It's hard to type while I've got a letsplay on in the background...
My mind is everywhere at once.
help
okay, let's watch this thing and then finish the next chapter. I started on it, I just didn't get it done.
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
