Pls stop harassing me I'm just trying to share this story that I came up with
WARNING: this was originally a dark fic, and it technically still is. Starting now, be prepared for dark themes.
"That was random." Alois muttered as they made their way into music room 3. Something about that girl didn't sit right with him.
"You're ten minutes early." Sebastian noted from his desk.
"Didn't have much else to do," Ciel answered.
"That was random." Alois said again, louder this time.
"What was random?" Sebastian asked, smoothing out the papers on his desk.
"A girl just smack talked us in the hallway for no damn reason other than existing." Alois said
"Who?"
"She looked like a Sarah." Ciel said.
"Or a Brittney." Alois added.
"Possibly a Courtney."
Sebastian refrained from making a sarcastic remark. "I'll look into it. Blond hair, green eyes, average height and weight, class valedictorian badge on her cardigan?"
"Exactly." Ciel answered.
"Toni Lahiffe. Half human, half grim reaper, probably has schizophrenia. Ignore her, she's of no harm. Moving on," Sebastian handled the situation with ease, having had Toni in his class earlier in the day. "No suspicious activity amongst anyone today, but I am sensing a... demonic presence. Not one as strong as me of course," he winked, "but a demonic presence nonetheless."
"A demonic what?" Cruz, a girl from Ciel's first period science walked in.
"A demonstration nonetheless. We were talking about Ciel and Alois's musical abilities, not that it's any of your business Miss Cruz."
Cruz bowed her head slightly. "Sorry, professor... sorry I don't quite remember."
"Michaelis. Professor Michaelis." Cruz frowned, glancing between Ciel and Sebastian. Ciel momentarily wondered if not changing his name before he arrived was a bad idea. Seeming to shrug it off as a coincidence, Cruz went to sit in her seat. The rest of the class filed in soon after.
In this particular music room, the seats were raised like those in a theatre would be, and a piano sat in the corner along with a few spare instruments for emergencies.
Alois took a spot at the piano, much to the dismay of one of his classmates, while Ciel happily took a spot with the choir section. Music really wasn't his forte, and at least he could pretend to sing rather than actually do it.
Sebastian gave him a pointed look, and Ciel automatically knew that wouldn't be an option.
Class zoned by, and afterwards Sebastian told Ciel that he would look into his "spidey sense," as Alois had dubbed it.
Alois and Ciel caught a ride home from Richard, who's mood had darkened considerably since that morning.
"So, boys, did anyone tell you about me?"
Yes. "No, tell us what?" Alois asked in faked innocence. The creases in Richards brow smoothed out a bit.
"I'm a teacher at your school." Ciel and Alois nodded, making small talk until they got home.
Ciel decided he was taking extra precautions tonight and watching Rebecca and Richard in their sleep. Creepy? Yes. Necessary for survival? Probably not, but you could never be too careful.
Demons don't need sleep anyway, he reminded himself, yawning. He cursed himself for his leftover human traits.
When he opened his eyes, instead of Richard and Rebecca lying in bed, a pile of pillows took their place. "Are you fucking serious," he muttered to himself, turning just in time to grab a monkey wrench that was being thrown his way.
"I know who you are," Rebecca growled, low and guttural. "And I know you're trying to stop my husband. You'll have to get through me first." Ciel cracked a smile, a little laugh falling from his lips.
He shrugged, kicking her in the stomach, the heel of his boot landing with a satisfyingly horrifying crunch. Rebecca grunted. "Where's little Rafael, huh? He know his parents are murderers?" He asked, smirking as he watched her regain his composure. She growled at him again, lunging. He dodged, and she ran into the doorframe. He heard a crash upstairs. Alois!
Rebecca threw herself at him again, and he pushed her to the side. "Rafael deserves better parents than the likes of you." He spat at her before running up the stairs to the attic.
Richard had Alois in a headlock, and Alois actually had the nerve to laugh when he saw Ciel. "We'll kick your ass now for sure, you evil fuck!" He helped as Ciel twisted the mans arms behind his back.
"Sebastian, I could really use some help right now." Ciel grumbled, kicking his foot into the small of Richards back, pushing his face-first to the floor. The air shifted, and a butter knife imbedded itself right by Richards eye.
"You called, young master?"
"I fucking knew it." Richard grumbled. A shove from Alois's toe shut him up.
"Are we still constructed to stay?" Sebastian sighed, stroking an invisible beard.
"Yes. You don't get have proof he murdered anyone, so far you can only file for domestic abuse. How do you wish to proceed?" Ciel grinned, thinking about the plan he'd originally home over with Sebastian.
"I think we might have more than just these guys on our hands." He said, shoving Richards face farther into the floor. "Keep tabs on Toni. Dismissed." Sebastian disappeared. "Alois, so that amnesiac thing you do to Rebecca and Richard. I'm checking on Rafael." Alois grinned, nodded, and opened their shared wardrobe.
Walking into Rafael's room, Ciel found an empty mattress and an empty closet.
"Bloody hell…" Ciel looked around for any trace of the child before entering the hallway.
Nothing in the picture frames. He frowned. No child's disappearance should go unnoticed.
Ciel fell back into a flashback.
"Ciel!" He heard Lizzie scream from the living room. Rushing in, she threw a newspaper at him, throwing her hands up in a rage. Sensing his mothers anger, a newborn Rosalee started crying. Meyrin rushed to shush the child. Vincent and James stared at their parents in muted confusion.
"What is-" then he read the front cover. Multiple Disappearances of Children along Westminster sprawled in big bold letters.
"I know you want to train Vincent to take over, but you can't take him on this one! I'm not losing another child, Ciel. I can't go through that again."
"Lizzie, you never even met the child."
"That doesn't change anything! Ciel," she lowered her voice. "Sometimes I think that you lack the ability to care anymore."
Ciel didn't say anything. He let her drag him to another room, muttering about not fighting in front of the children the whole way.
"Ciel, if all four of us went missing tomorrow, would you have it in you to look? Or would you only look with the insistence of the queen?" Lizzie whispered. Ciel bit his lip, not really knowing how to answer.
For once, he was at a loss for words.
"I'm fighting with a brick wall, aren't I?" She laughed a bitter laugh. Ciel wasn't used to seeing her this angry, if at all, so it took him all his time to be able to say anything.
"Lizzie," he murmured. "I care about all of you. If you went missing, I'd- I don't know what I'd do, but it would probably be drastic." With that, he pecked her on the cheek and left.