ALL HALLOW'S EVE

by Dark Angel Neko

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Chapter Three: The Battle Continues

The Red Reaper flew into the tree tops like a rocket, his blood-red burgundy coat fluttering behind him like Daemonic angel wings. But this was no angel!

"YOU ARE NO MATCH FOR ME, REAPER!" Sebas-chan cried, his Daemonic eyes flashing the same color as the Red Reaper Being's jacket. It was a fine jacket as well, vastly out-measuring the Dark Butler's wool tailcoat the trailed behind him like the agitated tail of a charcoal cat.

"Oh! ~~~~ How lovely these leafy green canopies are!" the Red Reaper shrieked, his false eyelashes fluttering behind the ruby frames. "Please, make love to me here, ~~Bassy~~! I know, you're watching that little child and his little Stagecoat Driver! Oh, but what a shame, BASSY THAT WE SHAN'T BE TOGETHER!"

"I believe," the Dark Butler said, springing from one frail branch to another, the deciduous forest muffling every movement he made, like a cat traversing tree branches in a fit of feline whimsy, but this kitty had a purpose.

"Oh, don't stare at them ~SOOOO~~~! BASSY!" Grell Sutcliff, the Being, shrieked into the dark night, his green-amber eyes trying to keep up with the Daemon's Lord dark form as it flitted throughout the luxurious English greenery around him, his obsidian coat flapping behind him like darkest night there in the blackness of deep midnight. "THEY'RE IN LOVVEEE AFTER ALL!"

And there in front of him was the Indentured Daemon, his glowing rubiconic eyes cutting a burgundy arc into the night. But they strayed, as a cat strays toward food, a stray cat without any master to speak of.

There, in the moonlight, a set of ruby red barrettes glittered like lost precious jewels from the foreign exotic land of India.

The barrettes, suddenly, reminded the Earl Lord of Prince Soma and he quickly retreated from his subordinate.

"Finny," he said gruffly, his lips still tingling from his fair-haired servant's warmth, "drive this carriage on, let these animals fight there in the trees. And please, take out those barrettes, they...remind me of someone."

"Oh, My Lord," Finneas said self-consciously, sliding the barrettes out of his sleek, pale golden locks. "I'm so sorry for-"

The Young Lord eyes fell on the ruby barrettes; the same color as his Butler Daemon's eyes, and the same color as the riches of his Prince's homeland.

"They are unsightly," the Earl shunned his servant, his face sullen and uncaring of the Divine Battle transpiring behind him as the Red Reaper fought Ciel's Butler.

"They're going to destroy the trees!" Finny cried, tears coming to his eyes. "Oh, Master! They're going to destroy the trees!"

Ciel turned sharply; the cries of his former lover were enough to draw his attention out of his own sullen reverie.

"Sebastian!" he cried, clutching his top hat at the ruby barrettes he had attached to the cobalt ribbon that matched his orbs. "Stand down! That is an order, Daemon!"

Ruby barrettes flew through the air as Ciel flailed for the survival of his master, and young Finny was transported back into the haunting nightmares of his youth.

"Stop it!" Finny cried, lost in a haunted daymare. "Stop stickin' me with the needles!"

Finny's captors never responded; they only continued with their torment. Besides, what weight did the cries of a lowly street urchin have against the mighty Godlike powers of the prominent London Scientists?

"No!" Finny screamed, once again, in his mind's eye. "Stop stickin' me with the needles!"

His cries went unheard as he suffered in silence. Until that Black Butler had appeared, the one whom had led him to his young lover Ciel. The one who had offered him money and salvation, when meanwhile all that Finny wanted was quite simple-

"I want to go outside!"

Ciel had never understood birds; not until Finny had arrived at the Phantomhive estate had Ciel understood the phylum of the delicate winged creatures. Finny had at first seemed sullen, until he had the opportunity to press a bluebird to his Master's chest and mutter-

"Hold her. What delicate sounds she makes- she trusts you!"

Ciel was entranced by the tiny blue creature, but since he had long since forgotten how to smile, no joy touched the sapphire orb that matched the wing'd creature so.

When Ciel brought Finny to his bedchambers, it had been a new experience, cathartic and emotionally true, Finny's thin soft blond strands between Ciel's fingers a welcome change to what he was used to. But now, reality struck through, and despite the memories, Ciel can't help but challenge-

"It's a lit'l bird!" Finny cries, and Ciel balks, as his master twirls in the present, locked in a Dark Dance with the Reaper.

"Look Master! A lit'l bird," Finny says softly, as a ruby red robin lands on his outstretched palm.

Ciel gazed down at the bird, shuffling around in the unintentionally brutish Young Gardener's palm. He felt a familiar pain of nostalgia, a film of love settling over him like a sickly fine gossamer, trapping him like a spider web, the lace of the sticky trap clinging to the translucent pearl white of his skin.

"I suppose it's over, then," Finny muttered, reins in his calloused Gardener's hands.

"Yes," Ciel says, remembering Finny's hands on his body. "I belong only to my Butler now." But a strange love overtook him and he raised his hand to the silken eyepatch, to lift it once more.

"Sebastian!" Ciel ordered, "Do not allow the trees to be destroyed!"

Finny broke out into sobs besides him, desperate, and Ciel grabbed him, pulling him close in a warm embrace. "It's okay," Ciel reassured, "though I am not with you any more, I will protect what it is that you love so very much."

Finny's sobs turned thankful.

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awww, poor Finny! and yes, I totally paired him with Ciel! Seems like something that could theoretically happen. Or maybe not! Oh well, it's my fic after all, lol. Please R&R!

to be continued….!