After the long hug, Alois went about his business, doing whatever it was he did when he wasn't begging for attention, and Ciel wandered the mansion. It was big and he didn't have anything better to do, so he figured that he ought to get used to it. The moments when Alois was not looming over him, he figured, must be very rare, so he took it all in. He decided to stroll in the garden, looking at the different exotic plants. Time passed quickly, because before Ciel knew it the sun went down and it was dark outside.
Ciel was sitting peacefully on a bench when Alois, carrying a revolver and Claude with a rather large knife behind him, came out, rather excited about something.
"Tah-dah! See, Ciel? Don't you like this revolver? I'm very glad that I could find it!" Alois said with bubbling excitement. He admired the gun in his hand, handing it to Ciel to look at. Ciel just turned the gun in his hands with a raised eyebrow, "...Isn't this something that the police use?"
Alois nodded vigorously, "Yes! That's why I'm so proud!"
Ciel shook his head slowly in disagreement, and handed the revolver back to the hyper blonde.
"Oh, Ciel! I almost forgot! Claude?" he said, looking back at Claude, who nodded slowly and handed Ciel the gun he had earlier.
"You're going to be using that one!" he nearly squealed. Ciel looked down at the gun, pausing. Alois' smile faltered, and he looked at Ciel scanning the object. Suddenly, a small smile masked his irritated scowl, and he held his hand out.
"Well? Aren't I going to need some ammunition?" he said, causing Alois to bubble up all over again.
"Oh, yes! Claude, hand him the extra ammo!" he ordered Claude, who pulled some ammo out of his pocket and placed it in Ciel's expecting hand.
"So, come inside, Ciel, and we'll tell you our plan for tonight," Alois said, turning to go back inside. Ciel nodded and followed Alois.
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"All right! Let's see, Ciel, review what you're going to do!" Alois said, pointing to said midnight haired boy.
Ciel rolled his eyes and told him, "I'm going to keep watch, and when Alois comes out to tell me to do so, I'm going to go inside, undetected, after you and Claude kill everyone inside. When inside, I will help you load the items inside this bag," he held up a rather large sack, "Honestly, I don't think that's such a big part."
Claude nodded and pushed his glasses up, "It's not such a big part because it's your first time. If you prove worthy enough, we'll give you a bigger part."
Ciel nodded and put the sack down next to him, "Then why do I have a gun?"
Alois laughed shortly, "For defense, silly Ciel. You never know when someone's going to attack!"
"But I don't understand; why couldn't I just be given a knife instead? Certainly, that would mean less weight and if I won't have to stop and reload."
Alois opened his mouth to say his reasoning, then stopped. He stopped to think for a short while, then came up with his reason, "Guns take more damage."
Ciel scowled and nodded slowly, "Fine."
Alois looked over at Claude, who never really showed any expression at all.
"Claude. You're boring me," he said, forcing a yawn, "Do something."
Claude furrowed his eyebrows then sighed. He walked around the small room, tripping over thin air, earning a few laughs from Alois. Ciel just watched with a raised eyebrow, scowling. How in the world was that entertainment? Ciel cleared his throat in annoyance after Claude tripped for the millionth time, gaining their attentions.
"Well? Aren't we supposed to be going?" Ciel asked.
Alois looked over at Claude, "Claude, what time is it?"
Pulling out a small pocket-watch and taking a glance, Claude replied, "It is 12:34, my highness."
"Well, then. We should get going."
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"We're here, my highness," Claude whispered when they finally reached their destination. They had to travel by foot, and it didn't do kind to Ciel's feet. They ached horribly, and he couldn't help but complain a few times. Alois just rolled his eyes every time, and Claude would respond, "You will just have to get used to it."
Alois pecked Ciel on the cheek, earning a small whine of protest and whispered in his ear, "Remember what we told you earlier, okay?" Ciel nodded slowly, and Alois, with Claude following, climbed up the window into the master's bed room.
After waiting for a while, Ciel heard a shriek, which probably belonged to a woman, an angry man's voice ( "I'm going to kill you bastards!" ), gunshots, and some screams of agony, belonging to both the man and the woman. If the place wasn't so secluded, Ciel was sure someone would have come out of their house to see what was going on.
After several more gunshots and screams of agony, Alois came outside the front door, smiling brightly. Alois had some splatters of blood all over his black coat, which made him... slightly, and strangely, attractive. Wait, no, what was he thinking? Ciel forced a light blush to leave, but it was rather strong and lingered there.
"Okay, Ciel. Come inside," he whispered to him.
Inside, Ciel was expecting to see blood everywhere, but instead, it was rather clean, with not a trace of blood.
"...What about the servants?" Ciel asked.
"Oh, Claude is taking care of them in the servants' quarters. They didn't bother to come running out... which made me wonder if they even cared about the owners. Sometimes, that happens. The servants really don't like the owners and just let them die. Of course, we have to kill them, because we're certainly not going to buy their silence. We can't trust them."
Ciel nodded, and Alois started to grab random valuable things in the house. Ciel tried his best to pay attention, but... servants. How in the world did he end up in the Trancy household? His last name was... Phantomhive, right? And he was an aristocrat, right? ...His parents also died in a tragic inferno, scarring him for life... but, what happened after the fire? What did he do then? Ciel decided to shake it off, forcing the thought to go away, back into the deepest depths of his mind.
"Ciel? Are you alright? We're going to go to the master's bedroom, so... again, are you squeamish at the sight of gore?" Alois asked when he placed another rather valuable item into the bag.
"Oh, yes, I'm fine, Alois. I was just... thinking... Oh, and, no... I'm not squeamish."
Alois' happy features faltered for a moment, but then regained their normal happiness.
"Okay. Come, follow me!" he said over the loud screams that came from the servants' quarters. Startled, Ciel grabbed Alois' hand and squeezed it. Alois looked down and blushed, smiling.
"...Are you... maybe scared of the screaming?" he asked Ciel, looking back at him.
"...No," Ciel replied, looking down at his shoes. He tried to let go, but Alois' grip was too tight.
"C'mon, let's go..." he said, going up the stairs. When they reached the master's bedroom, Alois paused to open the door.
"Bear in mind that... there's still bodies in here," he told Ciel, hand on the doorknob.
"Okay, okay! Just open the damned door!" Ciel said, squeezing Alois' hand as he heard another cry of agony.
Alois opened the door, revealing a rather messy with blood room. Moonlight poured in from the window and shined on the bodies, giving the room an eerie effect. The woman looked peaceful and beautiful, while the man looked old and upset. It was just another example of being betrothed. A beautiful woman would have to be stuck with a rich old man... sometimes, Ciel found that to be stupid and sad. He tried to remember if he had anyone he was betrothed to, but... he couldn't remember.
'Maybe that fire must've wiped out my memories,' Ciel thought. While Ciel was lost in thought, Alois looked over at Ciel and kissed him on the lips. Ciel was caught off guard, and fought a blush. It came up anyway. Ciel, rather hesitantly, kissed back, and when Alois pulled back, Ciel scowled.
"Aren't we supposed to be getting items...?" Ciel told Alois.
Alois shrugged, and looked at the bodies, "It's just... you looked... uh, never mind,"
Alois let go of Ciel's hand and grabbed the valuable items scattered around in the room, avoiding the blood.
"Alois, what about finger-prints?" Ciel asked, holding the bag open. Alois smirked and held up his hands, which were now gloved, "Now, Ciel, I did put some thought into things. After all, I have been doing this longer than you have, haven't I?"
Claude came walking back in the room, his clothes covered in blood. Ciel winced, it didn't look as attractive on Claude than it did on Alois. Wait... why that again?
'Why did that thought resurface again?' he thought, scowling.
"My highness, the servants are all taken care of," the butler said, bowing obediently.
"Good. I think we're done here," Alois said, and with that, they left out the front-door, closing and locking it, for they took all the keys they could find... even left on the lifeless bodies.