When Alois woke up next, he didn't feel well. He had a lingering sense of dread. It wasn't as though he could avoid interacting with the Watchdog, but he wasn't sure how to go about it when he did. Anxiety gnawed at his stomach and his skin crawled. Alois' muscles were tense as he was put on his guard by some unknown force or reason. The thought that those dreams might not have been dreams disturbed him on a profound level, divorcing him from the reality that he knew now by force.
Yet Ciel acted normally- no, that wasn't entirely true. The bluenette acted normally enough, but still maintained an air of unease as well. Ciel was friendly to Alois, and the blonde knew that he was fond of him. He was doing his best in order to cope with the situation at hand, but Alois was starting to wonder if the mysterious man was as he presented himself.
Sitting up, the blonde rubbed his eyes and pondered what he was going to do that day when he saw the bluenette. He didn't have to think long, as when he looked over at the coffee table, he could see a glass of water and a note folded in half and carefully put in place. Picking it up, he skimmed it to find that the bluenette had left out both for him. The fact made him sigh. Ciel was considerate, which Alois really liked, but the lack of knowledge of their shared history and the bluenette's intentions made him uneasy. Still, he picked up the glass and continued to read as he sipped it. His demeanor shifted, however, as he was met with the next point of the note. As soon as he was finished reading it, he quickly set the glass down and stood up.
With great haste, he made his way to the office, practically barging into the room once he arrived. Still in his pyjamas, he shook the other up from his abrupt appearance. Ciel was helpless at his desk as the menace came in with a serious demeanor.
"Why didn't you wake me up?!" demanded the blonde. "Tell me this shit sooner!"
"I'm sorry. You weren't feeling well, so your health took priority." answered the Watchdog.
"Wakefield is more important than me."
"Not to me." Ciel bluntly answered, realising how suspect that sounded only after he said it. While the blonde blushed and shifted slightly, avoiding his gaze, the bluenette simple tried to move things along and brush over it.
"Yes, we received an invitation to a party that Wakefield is throwing." the bluenette stated. "In my experience, however, this is most definitely a trap of of some sort. Now, as to what their plan is and how we are going to proceed is going to be a task within itself. Do you think you're fit for a mission like this?"
"Aren't you still banned?" Alois questioned. "Don't get in trouble with H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G; dumbass. I know it's tempting, but you gotta think about yourself."
"That didn't answer my question."
"I mean, I think I could probably do it, but I don't know how it would work."
"Simple. We go in, we snoop, and then we get out. It would just be a simple intel mission. We won't engage unless we have to. After all, he invited us." the bluenette informed. "As long as we don't get held up anywhere, we should be fine."
"This seems a little reckless for you..." the menace said. "Are you okay?"
"Perfectly. I'm right as rain." the other fibbed. "I just want to get this over with so I can focus on other things."
"Like what?"
"Business." Ciel said, referring to personal problems he was having as a result of the situation. The menace just rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Why can't you just let someone else deal with it? That's just as good. You can focus on your 'business,' and the shit gets done." Alois suggested. "Or is it some kind of 'honour' thing you nobles do?"
"Kind of. Sorry. We're just weird."
"Obviously. What good is honour if you're dead? That's what's going to happen if you get caught getting into this shit while banned."
"I'm not going to confront him. I'm just going to his party. Those are two different things." Ciel said.
"Great, so you're a murder suspect fraternizing with another murder suspect. Fantastic. Your brilliance is astounding."
"Have some faith in me. I appreciate your worrying, but I'm not guilty of anything."
"Who says I'm worried?" indignantly questioned the blonde. He wasn't sure why he was, in truth, or why he was so irritated. Alois was simply frustrated and overwhelmed by his own memories and dreams. No one had a solution as to how he was going to cope with this, so he wasn't going to ask. The fact that his irritation was irrational only led to more frustration for the blonde, as he was aware of it and couldn't change the way he feels on command. If he could, he would always be calm.
"No one did." answered the Watchdog, putting his hands up to indicate that he came in peace. "You're just acting strangely, is all. Are you feeling alright? You weren't well last night…"
"Sounds like you're the one whose worried." Alois accused while folding his arms in a huff.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No. Quite frankly, I don't."
"Well, if I've done something to upset you, I can't fix it if I don't know what it is, is the thing." Ciel explained, setting his hands flat on his desk. "If you're not comfortable talking, that's one thing-"
"I'm not." the menace stated. "Sorry. I don't- I don't want to talk. I don't really understand what's going on, either, so it would be useless, anyway."
"Not nessecarily. Talking about it might help you figure it out."
"Then I'll go talk about it. With Kris."
"Why Kris?"
"I know him better." Alois bluntly said, causing the bluenette to stiffen as he was taken aback in momentary offense. Ciel had to remember the situation before he lingered on that detail.
"Alright." the bluenette said. "That sounds like a good idea. You go do that while I figure out what to do about Wakefield."
"Oh, no. You're not going to that party alone." scolded the menace, wagging his finger while stepping closer. He leaned forward, placing one hand on the desk while pointing at Ciel with the other.
"Are you suggesting you with me?"
"Duh. Who else are you going to bring. Does the invitation say 'Sebastian'?"
"Well, no..."
"It says it's for you and me. Bringing Sebastian will look like you're up to something." explained the blonde. "I'm going. If I'm too sick, then you're staying home with me."
"Then don't become under the weather." Ciel instructed. "Just a simple reconnaissance mission. We just happened to be invited to his party and just happened to come across information."
"Like they won't know you're full of shit..."
"I may be full of shit, but I will have provided them with enough information to make a move. I'm sure they can forgive that."
"Don't- don't play around, okay?" requested the menace, his tone changing to one that was more sincere. "I don't want you to get in trouble with H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G; okay?"
To this, Ciel couldn't help but allow a soft smile grace his face, prompting the other to blush and avert his gaze. Ciel knew. He knew that Alois was worried about him, and while he didn't want Alois to worry over him, the concern made him happy. It meant that the menace cared about him, at least a little bit.
"I won't." spoke the bluenette. "How do you think I should proceed? They might actually send me anyway, if they think they can get in. But, if they don't and I tell them about the invitation, the plan is compromised."
"I don't know." Alois replied, looking down. Pausing, he thought for a while. Finally, he reached the conclusion that he needed to think some more! "Give me a little while." he said. "I might be able to come up with something."
"Please do." the other man said. "I trust that you can come up with something good."
"Why's that?"
"You're more clever than I am."
A/N: Well...
I really don't like writing these two being irritable at each other. It hurts my heart. Yet, it's a normal thing, and in this situation, it should be expected.
In other news, I've been thinking about H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. a lot lately. I actually lost a follower on Tumblr from posting all of these random ass thoughts like whether or not anti-freak sigils should be painted or engraved on a bullet. (The answer is engraved.) Also, the fact that H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. soldiers need to have uniforms in more than one colour. Grey is ideal for urban terrain, but you always see them wearing green in the series, even though you should only wear green when you're surrounded by greenery.
Another thought came to me, too. I bet other countries have organizations like H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. We know that countries that are predominantly Catholic are (usually) under jurisdiction of the Iscariot organization, but what about everybody else? I once said that America has a government agency known as "B.I.G.F.O.O.T." ("Bureau of Intelligence Geared For Occult Observation and Termination") and I stick by that. Their headquarters is Area 51 in Roswell, Nevada.
But what of everybody else? If you have an idea as to what agency handles your countries supernatural matters, please tell me! Give me names and as many details as you can! (explain why it's named that as well) I really, really, REALLY want to know. I will most likely use them.
On a similar note, we're out of Character Shet questions, I think... So, I suppose I'll just leave things here fore next time.
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
