A/N: I hate myself. This took too long to update and I deeply apologize. I had terrible writer's block mid-way through this chapter, but hopefully the length will make you all love me again. A big shoutout and thank you to our lovely followers, favoriters, and reviewers for doing exactly what I just labeled you all as. I owe you all an apology individually, but that would take too long so I'm not gonna do that. But please enjoy this chapter because this is the one where shit gets good!
DISCLAIMER: Kuroshitsuji, Ciel, Sebastian, and the rest of the gang are not mine, nor HellsButler's, but HOW FUCKING RAD WOULD IT BE IF I WERE SECRETLY YANA. Okay, rad, but not rad. *hides in a corner to stop rambling*
Ciel walked through the hallways, eyes locked on his cell phone. He had been up all night texting Sebastian about his plans for Halloween, which just so happened to be next weekend. Sebastian and Joker had plans to go to a party, which put the bluenette on edge, but he trusted his boyfriend.
He hit send and looked up right as he reached his locker. He put in the combination and opened it up, filing all of the books he didn't need into it. He was about to shut it when Freckles came bounding up alongside him.
In the past month, he and Freckles had gotten closer. Ciel had actually invited him - plus all the girls, including Layzie - over for a sleepover on the 30th, then they'd all go trick-or-treating the next night. The slate-haired boy found he actually enjoyed the company of another boy amongst all the girls he spent his time with, the same reason he had kept his boyfriend around originally.
Ciel flashed the freckle-covered boy a grin as he slammed his locker shut. "Hey, Freckles," he said as he put his phone away, ignoring the newest text from Sebastian.
"Hey!" he responded, linking their arms. "So do you know what stations you're hitting next Friday?" he asked.
Oh, yeah. Career day was the day before Halloween, the same day that the school allowed everyone to dress in whatever they wanted instead of their nasty-green uniforms.
Ciel gave a shrug. "I might stop by the teacher's station," he answered, his cheeks flaming as an image came to his mind of a certain librarian. "Maybe the business law, too. My father wants me to go into Harvard after I graduate. I'm not sure I want to be a lawyer, though." He shrugged again.
Freckles nodded, clicking his tongue. "Yeah, I'm gonna try the doctor station, too. I wanna go into med school. Do you know what you're wearing? Your costume, I mean," he said, the grin still on his lips.
Ciel gave a shrug. "Lizzy and I were talking about coordinating costumes. We used to do that when we were really little. Our parents thought it was cute. But we were thinking strippers or something." He snickered, knowing their outfits would probably piss off their principal, Dr. Hannah Anafeloz.
Hannah still glared at him whenever he saw her in the hallways, having "ruined" her marriage with the old school librarian, Claude Faustus. Their love affair had resulted in a court case where Claude was sentenced two years in prison and he became listed as an Official Sex Offender. Though Sebastian had informed him that Claude was somehow let out of prison early.
Ciel shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts as Freckles continued to talk beside him. "I think you'd look really good in something like that," he said, nodding to himself.
"In a strippers outfit?" he asked, looking at the brunette with a raised brow.
"Were you not listening? I said you should wear matching dresses."
Ciel pulled them both to a stop, his mouth popping open in shock. "A dress?! You have to be fucking kidding me!" he shouted, glaring at his friend.
"Ciel, what's wrong?" Grelle asked as she was suddenly beside them, obviously on her way to her own class.
"Freckles thinks I should wear a dress to school next week," he said, crossing his arms and pouting cutely.
Grelle let out a loud laugh, only furthering Ciel's annoyance. "Yeah, like that's ever going to happen. Ciel is a lot of things, but a crossdresser is not one." She giggled and then suddenly waved to someone from across the hall.
Ciel followed her gaze, rolling his eyes upon seeing Adrian Crevan, the school janitor - also known as Undertaker, or Grelle's 'baby daddy.' "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he asked her, gaining her attention once more.
"Darling, you're very flamboyant, but not so flamboyant as to think of yourself as a woman. Let alone dress like one." She laughed again.
His cheeks flared red as anger boiled inside him. "I'll do it!" he confirmed. He turned his multi-colored eyes on the brunette. "Bring the dress on Thursday. I'll wear it."
Ciel straightened his shoulders before lifting the ruffles of his dress and waltzing into the school the next Friday, as if he were wearing his usual uniform. Freckles had gone all out in getting him the outfit. He'd even gotten him a hat that matched perfectly and hair extensions that fell in long curls on each side of his head. He had a white bow tied around his neck, accenting his bare shoulders. A black and white striped bow also adorned the front of the baby pink gown, while ruffles clung to his upper arms in white. Two black lines held the corset of the dress, gracing their way all the way down to the white ruffles at the bottom of the dress. Black gloves clung to his delicate fingers, running up to end right above his elbows. The hat itself was the same baby pink with what looked like roses adorning the base and a white sash around the center.
Ciel took deep breaths as he slowly made his way over to his locker, opening it slower than usual. He could feel everyone's eyes on him, taking note of the quiet gay kid that had suddenly made such a bold step.
"You look so cute!" shouted Lizzy as she came running up. She had obviously not gone for the stripper idea as she was dressed as a fencing player, helmet on her side. "I so wish Sebastian was here to see this!" she squealed, nearly dropping the mask.
Ciel gave an awkward smile. "He got a picture before I left the house," he assured her, chuckling to himself at the response he'd gotten:
Dam bby ur hot af today. Wtf is with the dress?
Grelle appeared on the other side of the bluenette, pulling him from his thoughts. "You actually did it!" she screamed, drawing even more attention. Grelle had dressed herself completely in red, adding a couple of fake 'blood splotches' on her cheeks. A fake chainsaw was held in one of her hands. "Did you show Sebastian?"
Ciel gave a nod, slamming his locker shut. "He loves it, but it's so itchy. I can't imagine wearing this for the rest of the day." He rolled his eyes, though they could only see the sapphire since his bangs were covering the violet.
"You had better not change out of it, Ciel Phantomhive!" Freckles shouted as he joined them. Ciel's mouth popped open in shock at the outfit he was wearing. A wig that was made solely out of pure white roses, a white dress that stopped midthigh with ruffles on the bottom that puffed out, also made of white roses. Two different color thigh high stockings, one white, the other black and white striped. And ballet slippers.
Let me repeat that, ballet slippers.
"What the fuck are you wearing?!" gasped the heterochromatic orbed boy.
Freckles twirled for them all, giggling. "You like it? I thought it was pretty."
Ciel rolled his eyes. "Okay, whatever."
The bell sounded, sending them all off to homeroom.
Ciel walked around campus, his phone in his hands. He had already stopped by the business table, the teacher's table, and the medical table, yet still had an hour to browse the school with nothing to do.
An arm snaked it's way through his and he gave a squeak before he realized it was Grelle. "Who ya texting?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.
"Sebastian. Who else?" he responded, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, I don't know. Claude, maybe?"
Ciel made a face. "As if. That is in the past."
Grelle gave a nod, as if confirming his statement. "Fuck yes it is!" she squealed, hugging Ciel.
Ciel squeaked, pushing her away instantly. "Hey, don't do that so suddenly!" he shouted.
"What seems to be the problem here, young ladies?" asked a voice from behind Ciel, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on edge from the venomous undertone in the smooth melody. He turned around, eyes bugging out of his skull as he locked gazes with Aleister Chambers.
"N-Nothing, Judge Chambers!" he said hastily, the words fumbling from his mouth. The blonde obviously didn't remember Ciel from his trial only six months ago, though the bluenette clearly remembered him.
"So you've heard of me?" the judge asked, taking Ciel's hand and pecking it gently. Ciel held in a shiver, but just barely. "Yet I've never seen you in my courtroom, my young robin." A movie star smile was flashed and it took all of Ciel's willpower not to cringe or rip his hand away.
"C-Ciel Phantomhive," he choked out, goose pimples rising under the gloves on his arms. "We've met."
"I could never forget such a beautiful face. Such beauty like your own almost matches mine!" The blonde put a hand over his heart, practically swooning.
Ciel closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Fuck, this guy was annoying. Grelle shoved an elbow into his ribs, making him glare at her. "Forgive me, Mr. Chambers. This is Grelle Sutcliff."
The judge glanced at the redhead with not even a twinkle in his eye, before focusing on Ciel once more. "Yes, pleasure," he said, clearly bored. Someone called for him and his head turned in the direction with a sigh. "My dear robin, I fear I must take my leave now," he announced with a sad expression. "But I will be back for you!" The blonde put his hands to his lips and blew Ciel a fat kiss. "Until next time, sweet robin." And Aleister was gone.
Grelle began laughing, tears soon falling from her eyes. The bluenette glared daggers into her soul. "It isn't funny!" he demanded, stomping his heel down.
"You're right," she said in between panting breaths. "It's fucking hilarious!"
The boy rolled his eyes.
"Come on," Grelle finally spoke after calming herself a bit. "There's still a few tables I want to visit, sweet robin!"
Sebastian lay on his bed, a loud sigh falling from his lips. He turned the screen to his phone on and bit his lip hard.
Yes, it was Halloween. Yes, it was his boyfriend's favorite holiday. And yes, Sebastian was insecure enough to wonder if Ciel was cheating on him.
All the boy talked about anymore was Freckles. They went shopping, he spent the night, they went to lunch.
All Freckles, all the time.
And it was driving Sebastian insane!
He slammed his phone back onto the bed and sat up. This was too aggravating.
The door to his dorm opened and Joker stepped inside with two bags in his hands. "Hey, ready to party?" He grinned and tossed one to the ravenette. "Get dressed. We've gotta be there in fifteen."
Sebastian caught and opened the bag, nodding. "Alright," he mused and went into the restroom to change. "Ciel isn't gonna be home tonight, anyways."
"That's the spirit! Besides you might meet someone else tonight." Joker smirked.
Three hours later, the party was in full swing and Sebastian - who normally stayed sober - was almost finished with his fourth beer. He and Joker were dancing to their hearts content.
Sebastian gave a snort of a laugh at something Joker said. He pulled away to chug down the last of his beer with a grin and then put a hand to his head. "Damn, how many is that?" he asked with a chuckle.
Joker shrugged as he pulled Sebastian off the dancefloor. "Who knows?" he responded, laughing as well. "Let's have another, shall we?"
They walked to the kitchen and refilled their cups. Sebastian sipped his drink and looked at the redhead with a goofy grin before saying, "Okay, no homo, but dude, your ass is fucking phenomenal, okay?"
Joker gave him a confused look, but it immediately disappeared with another howl of laughter. "What the fuck?" he said, trying to calm his breathing. "Dude, even if you were vibing me, it wouldn't matter. I don't swing that way."
"I don't even know why I said that," Sebastian responded, putting his cup to his lips to take another gulp of the alcohol. "But I mean it's true." He winked, then rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I know it is. Why do you think I workout so much?" Joker raised his arm and flexed his muscles, receiving a laugh from his dorm mate. Sebastian reached a hand out and poked the muscle.
"Firm, too. Wow." He stepped closer, his mind fuzzy as he began to stroke the skin. "It's really nice."
Joker smiled, leaning in slightly so their faces were mere inches apart. "No homo, dude," he whispered quietly, finally pressing their lips together.
HellsButler A/N: *says something*
