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GENERAL POV
A millennium passes by swiftly for a demon, and days, even faster. Luring souls is an easy task. Humans are easily corrupted. Entertainment, however, is harder to acquire. I began to travel the world, and see how it has changed. For a while, everything seemed to be ever- shifting. There was a myriad of inventions; cars, telephone, internet, etc. However, even that proved dull.
I have now settled down and started a company for my amusement. I figured that it would pique my interest for the time being. I revived the Phantomhive Toy Factory to add a little irony into my life and restored it to its past glory. After my young master…died, I went on a rampage. I tore down buildings. Spread famine. I brought upon a time of death and despair for humanity. But what was the use mourning a death that was bound to take place? I was only mourning the fact that I lost the soul that took so much time and effort to nurture and grow. His soul was merely nourishment for me, a demon.
I am now content with watching the emotions and thoughts of humans flare and shift. Challenge and push them to the limit. Twist and bend their emotions. Then sit back and see how they cope. At first, on the rise of the toy factory, many competing companies tried to sabotage our market and sent out many assassins. They failed, each and every one of them.
My top rivaling company is the Gun Barrel. They are known to send people disguised as eager employees, and, as they rise up in ranks, they will finallytear the company down from its roots. I have uncovered 3 already. Of course, I knew from the very beginning who and what they really were. I am no fool. However, why eliminate them? Give them false hopes. Build their expectations. Then tear it all down, just as they would have done if they had accomplished.
I had 3 secretaries. All of which have tried to kill me, and all of which I have killed with my own hands or hired hands. Yet, despite the danger they pose, they give me the entertainment I hunger for. They are always suspicious and forever analyzing. They never let their guard down, because they know that when they do, they're terminated, either by their employer or their enemies.
However, lately the Gun Barrel has waited in the shadows for over 3 years. They haven't moved any of their chess piece …yet.
"Mr. Morimoto, I assure you that the Phantomhive will not disappoint you." I smiled warmly.
The wrinkled man quietly contemplated the proposition. "Very well, Mr. Michaelis, you have a deal. Our companies will merge, and soon we will become an empire." He toothlessly grinned, "I only expect the best. I hope I wasn't wrong in choosing your company over the Gun Barrel."
"You will never regret it. I assure you." I replied. I am one hell of a manager.
We shook hands and he took his leave.
Bright blue eyes darted over the data glowing luminescent on the computer screen.
Annie Sanders :
-a college student who majors in English Literature.
After graduating, she is forced to care for her drug-addict brother who dies in a motorcycle accident caused by drunk driving. Poor and jobless, she finds out that the Phantomhive Toy Factory was hiring and is now living well in her New York Suite.
"Hello, Mr. Michaelis. How was the meeting?" Annie Sanders giggled.
"Successful, as usual." Sebastian drawled. 'Stupid, empty-headed humans', he thought.
"Of course, sir." She chirped.
'Why did I even hire her?', he mused to himself.
Annie's parents were part of the navy and trained her in armed combat. Nearly all of the Phantomhive employees have had martial arts, hand to hand combat, or artillery experience.
"I am but one hell of a negotiator." Sebastian smirked.
'Oh, yes. Because she is a useful pawn.' His smirk grew. They are all part of his little game.
Annie always wondered why her employer used such a crude phrase. His language was always refined and poetic. What was he hiding?
"More than you will ever know, Ms. Sanders." He muttered as he walked away.
He could feel her wide, shocked eyes boring into the back of his neck. Typical.
"This may be harder than I thought," he whispered. His frown shifted to a grin. Perfect
Sebastian sighed. "What an uninteresting day." He thought.
He told all his workers to take an early leave. Today was worth celebrating. It was Ciel's Deathday, the celebration of his failure. He smirked dryly.
As Sebastian checked that all the alarms were in place, he began to work on a stack of paperwork piled high on his desk.
The assassin smirked. "He won't expect a thing."
As he lowered the binoculars down, he fished out a hook attached to a long rope of enforced nylon. He swung it above his head and spun it like a lasso. As it gained speed, it emitted a low hum. Finally, he let it go and watched it sail above his head and hook onto the rooftop.
He then ran off the roof top and went airborne for a few second before landing gracefully on the side of the building. The mercenary scaled the wall and found a suitable foothold.
This is too easy, he chuckled.
Effortlessly overriding the security software, he kicked the window open and dropped down. He landed with catlike grace and prowled the dark hallways. The office he was supposed to infiltrate was in the very corner of the building.
Kill him and go. He repeated. Kill him and go.
He flitted across closed doors and, as he was getting closer, the hallways were getting brighter and brighter.
Yet, it felt so cold.
He shivered. He got there. Cocking his gun, he twisted on the silencer and took aim. There he was. An ebony face hung over a massive pile of paper work.
Ciel felt the blood drain from his face. The man disappeared!
What? He was there just a second ago! Ciel's heart pounded violently against his chest.
Where was he? The target was gone? He couldn't have disappeared to fast!
"Kids shouldn't be playing this late at night." A deep baritone voice chuckled in his ear.
He swiftly swept the man's feet from underneath him and ran through the hallways.
Shit! How did he know I was coming for him? Was my mission a hoax? Ciel thought.
He rounded on one of the corner, and there the man was. His target was standing there at the end of the hallway. Sebastian Michaelis smiled at the stunned assassin. His crimson eyes glittered in the dark.
Ciel pulled out his gun and shot.
Boom! It pierced through the man's heart.
As Ciel lowered his gun, he stepped over the body. Suddenly, warm, large arms wrapped around his torso. His eyes widened.
"It is very rude to shoot someone when they are unarmed."
That was all he heard, before the world turned black.
SEBASTIAN POV
I looked at the limp body on the floor. How pathetic.
I knelt down and turned him over. My eyes widened and I backed away.
No, it couldn't be. It doesn't make sense. But….
He's back.
CIEL POV
I groaned. My whole body ached. I groggily opened my eyes.
Where am I?
Suddenly, it all came back to me.
I failed… and the target captured me. Not. Good.
My head swiveled around and found myself in the man's office tied to his chair. I could feel the ropes biting into my skin.
"So, I see that you have finally awakened."
I felt my lips thin. Don't give anything away. Don't confess anything. Rule number one.
He spun the chair so I would face him.
"I do hope that you had a wonderful rest." he smiled warmly.
I snorted. Yeah, of course I did.
"Anyways, I would like to ask who employed you and why they sent you to kill me."
I could feel his eyes drilling into me. He was so blunt.
"Why would I tell you anything? "I snarled. Don't show fear. Rule number two.
"Because you value your life." He smiled. He acted like he interrogated assassins on a daily basis. I thought dryly, 'He probably does.'
"If I valued my life, I wouldn't be in this profession." My eyes flashed angrily, and, deep within his, I could see an unidentifiable emotion flicker across.
"No, you wouldn't would you." He smiled. That infuriating smirk! I was about to assassinate him! How can he be so calm? It was as if he had a mask of steel, cold and unshatterable.
"So, since I obviously won't confess, and you don't want to release me from these confines. What are you going to do to me? Are going to end my life?" I met his gaze.
"Hmmm, so sure that I won't let you go? That's true, however. I won't, but if I do, where are you to run to? You can't come back to your company with your tail between your legs. Not only will your pride go against it, but the company will also see you as weak and deem you unworthy of their employment. They will most likely…fire you, to put it in milder terms."
I smirked, although with some difficulty, "My, my. So sure of yourself, Michaelis? Why not just tell me what you're going to do with me?" It was startling how true the statement was. The Gun Barrel, who hired me, will terminate me, so their failed attempt will appear to ever exist. If I lived, the more chance they would get caught and be arrested.
"What's your name?" he asks.
"Why should I tell you?" I spat
I found his face a hair length away from my face. I flushed and stuttered.
"W-what are you doing?" I tried to wiggle deeper into the chair.
"Convincing you." His face only got closer. His mouth parting a bit.
Reminiscent of the last episode of season one, right? Huh? No? Never Mind.