PP12: I'm back! And here be another chapter for Broken Love with I daresay HOLY COW 24 FOLLOWERS?!
I also took the time to edit the previous chapters (nothing major has changed guys, just some little editorial fix-ups) that would be worth having a skim through, but totally up to you though ^^;
OH AND DID YOU GUYS HEAR? THERE'S GOING TO BE A FREAKING SEASON 3! YEP! THAT'S RIGHT! Me so exciiiiiiiiiiiiited~! *jumps around and accidentally causes an earthquake*
...whoops...so without further ado I give you the next chapter!
"Hehehehe…"
The teenage girl could not stop staring at the strange man with strange eyes and a noticeably strange grin. It curved upwards like a crescent moon and made him appear as if he was about to murder someone or laugh in hysterics. The girl gulped, wondering if it could be both.
"Well, what do we have here…?" He put his fingertips together causing his long fingernails to tap against each other. The teenager didn't utter a sound for she was too freaked out to even move a muscle and could only gawk silently in shock at him.
"Enough, Undertaker," Ciel sighed, making the girl glance at him with surprise. With a giggle, the bizarre man was beside him in seconds, grinning widely at his deadpan expression as if he had enough of his tricks.
"My, my, my," he snickered, "Someone seems a little irritated this evening…."
Ciel gritted his teeth. "Probably because that is the fifth time you hid under the bloody beds again. Aren't you supposed to be somewhere else right about now?"
The teenage girl let out a startled gasp.
What do you mean fifth time? Does he just hide under beds naturally?!
"Well I would, but you see I was intrigued by this roommate of yours," Undertaker smiled and met her alarmed gaze. "This would be your first roommate in four years."
"Uh…"
The girl felt uncomfortable for one pliantly obvious reason. Right in front of her there stood a creepy man she just met that appeared out of no-where, mysteriously reminding her of the legends about the encountering of Grim Reapers. He wore a long cloak that made him look like a shadow with a sash wrapped around him, and upon his crown was a hat with a bizarre shape. However the long silver bangs shielding his glowing eyes were what freaked her out the most, and taking all that in, what she was staring at without a doubt reminded her of the grisly legends.
Undertaker laughed amusingly and extended a long arm, bowing like a walking puppet on strings. "Pleased to meet you, miss. Care to tell me your name?"
"M-my name?"
The girl remained quiet and anxiously looked at Ciel who gave her a blank look. "He's harmless," he sighed.
"Are you sure?" she whispered back, before turning to meet the loon's strange grin. She ogled at his offering hand and couldn't bring herself to take it, fearing that it would snatch her arm and pull her into the dark.
He's human, he's definitely human. You heard Ciel say he's harmless, now stop worrying.
With that in mind, the teenager reached out to shake his hand.
"I…I'm Honey…." she said nervously, "Honey Fairfax."
Undertaker tilted his head and stepped back. He tapped his chin as he pondered with a hum in his throat. "Quite a strange name, I'll say."
The teenager frowned accusingly. Says someone with a name that belongs in a funeral!
"If you don't mind, Undertaker, I'd like it if you would leave so I can sleep," Ciel groused with irritation twinkling in his eye. The man chuckled loudly in a high pitched giggle.
"Such a commanding tone for a young boy, I don't think I've met anyone as demanding as you." His giggling grew wilder and he put his hand over his mouth, unsuccessfully stifling his laughter. The teenager inched closer to the wall behind her.
Is he going mad?
"The thought of that is really astounding!"
"Just get out!" Ciel shouted and with all his might launched a pillow at him. The teenager couldn't control herself and laughed, earning a glare from the boy. But the reaction from Undertaker angered him further. He stared at the pillow that was now on the floor and in no less than three seconds he fell to the floor with a wild cackle ringing off the walls of the room. The teenager watched uncomfortably as the strange man hollered with laughter and grew anxious thinking if anyone could hear him. Ciel just scowled at him, keeping his arms folded with a displeased frown.
"Ah…alright then," Undertaker said breathlessly with a few giggles, "I'll take my leave then. I bid you goodnight." His frame shook with residual laughter as he headed for the door but he was suddenly stopped by an irritated cough from Ciel.
"Forgetting something?"
"Oh yes, right." Undertaker retrieved the pillow and Ciel snatched it from him, earning an amused grin from him. "You treat that as if it's your security cushion."
"Shut up or I'll suffocate you with it," Ciel retorted.
The teenager smirked. Pfft, security cushion….
Her eyes suddenly lit when she thought of something she wanted to ask him, but had a feeling that the answer she would get wasn't going to be pleasant. Still, she decided to give it a shot, reassuring herself she was just paranoid because it was one o'clock in the morning.
"Undertaker," she said, finding it hard to say his name without uneasiness filling her mind, "I'm just wondering but….what do you do here?"
The strange silver-haired man grinned at her question. "You're a curious one," he remarked with amusement. "Are you certain you wish to know?"
"Oh come on, how bad can it be? It's not like you're at this hospital to work with corpses or anything like that." The girl laughed tensely. "Right?"
His crescent-shaped smile widened and slowly shadowed backwards until he reached the door, and with a hair-raising snicker, he disappeared from their sights when the door closed ever so slightly after the hinges gave away a lingering creak. Ciel tossed so he was facing away from it and was greeted by the look of horror on the teenager's face.
"He is what I think he is, isn't he?"
"Don't care. Go to sleep."
A lone boy spent the next morning dangling his feet on a park bench as he gazed at the screen of his phone, reading sent messages with an annoyed frown. His finger glided over the screen and onto a tab that read Contacts, and skimmed through the list of numbers until he reached the one he was looking for. He highlighted the one that showed a self-photo of him and a young teenage girl, both making goofy expressions at the camera, and if it wasn't for the lack of credit on his phone he would have immediately rang that number.
"Alois."
The teen turned his head to see Claude looking down at him with a serious face. He put his phone away and leaned against the park bench. "What do you want?" he sighed.
"I have acquired information about the girl you are after," Claude informed him but was stopped by an irritated scowl.
"Don't say that I'm after her, you git. You realise how paedophilic that sounds, right?"
"Listen, do you wish to know the information or not?"
Alois huffed and sat upright. "Fine, get on with it then."
"Very well." Claude took a seat beside him and Alois tapped his finger upon the wood of the park bench impatiently. He furrowed his eyebrows when Claude took out his phone.
"Earlier yesterday, I saw the girl outside her hospital room and she was acquainted by another man. I ran into them but could only bide a few seconds with those two."
Alois froze.
His eyes then narrowed like poisonous blades. "Who was he?"
Claude handed his phone to him. "This is him," he replied sternly and watched Alois's eyes widen and his jaw drop as he stared at a photo of a familiar man on the screen.
"Is that…"
"The head doctor of Critical Care Centre, yes," Claude answered with a hint of revulsion in his tone, "Sebastian Michaelis."
The teen felt his blood boil with jealousy and the more he looked at the photo, the more he wanted to lob it against the pavement. "What the hell was he doing with Honey?!"
"My estimate is he was taking her on a tour," Claude replied, "But after they headed to the elevator I never saw them again."
A hand grabbed Claude's shirt and Alois furiously pulled it so he was at eye level with him, clenching the fabric tightly. "Claude, I don't trust this guy. I want you to investigate them more closely next time."
The doctor brushed off Alois's hand and straightened himself. His golden eyes stared at him sternly. "Might I ask you something?" he inquired.
"Go ahead."
"Why are you doing this? What is your motive?"
Alois's scowl broke out into an amused grin. "What's my motive, he asks," the teen laughed. "I thought you already knew, Claude."
He returned his gaze to the picture of Sebastian on Claude's phone and he gripped it so hard that it looked as if he was trying to break it. How he'd love to see an ugly crack run across that detestable face.
"Your determination surprises me," Claude said with an eyebrow raised incredulously, "All this for some girl."
"Honey isn't just some girl," Alois retaliated as he handed the phone back to him, or rather smacked it against his chest. "I've known her since the start of high-school. She was with me every day when no-one else would love me. Do you know how that feels, Claude?"
The doctor didn't react, silently watching Alois's eyes lower to the ants on the ground.
"To lose someone you love and to be alone...it's a cruel feeling."
Claude brushed his hair back and sighed.
"You are over-exaggerating –"
SLAP!
The piercing sound echoed off the trees of the park after Alois left a dark mark on his right cheek.
"How dare you!" he roared. "I am not over-exaggerating! You don't understand!"
Alois lowered his hand and breathed heavily, trying to calm himself, while Claude just sat still with a noticeable mark on his face. Admittedly Alois was losing control. Truth be told, he was petrified. His heart thumped a panicky heartbeat thinking the girl would turn away from him. Alois heaved a sigh when he realised that had already happened, remembering her cold stare in the hospital room and the angry words she shouted at him. He inhaled deeply with willpower starting to gather within him; he was not willing to let that happen forever.
Alois turned to Claude and beamed. "Do you remember why my parents hired you?"
"Yes, to look after you as a legal guardian," Claude answered. Alois's smile turned into a sly grin as he pulled out his own phone.
"That's right, and I have a slight feeling that just then you were defying me." He flipped his phone around spitefully and his smile never dropped. It only grew wider seeing Claude's face fall a bit. "You know what happens after that, don't you? I can easily call my parents and have you fired, and you will lose all the money you worked so hard for."
Claude was about to say something but Alois quickly put his finger inches away from the touchpad, indicating that one wrong sentence would lead to him dobbing his arse.
"I would never defy you," Claude said firstly, causing Alois to slowly put the phone away. "But what makes you certain that the two of them are an item, or ever will be one?"
The boy frowned. "It's possible," he sulked, "But I can't let it happen."
"It won't happen," the doctor assured.
Alois looked up at him with his arms folded and tapered eyes digging into his skull. "You better not be lying to me," the teen warned him, "Promise me that."
Claude rose to his feet and dutifully bowed.
"I will take care of everything."
Alois leapt off the park bench and smiled as he gave him a thumbs up. "That's the spirit!" he praised but abruptly jumped when suddenly thunder rumbled in the sky. Alois held out his hand to feel tiny drops of rain cascade upon them.
"We should head back before the storm thickens," Claude suggested. Alois nodded and shoved his phone away just before the rain got heavier. The two walked away from the park bench and towards the crossing of a highway where Alois could see the white building of Critical Care Centre, standing out like a light against the dark grey sky. He stopped in his tracks, staring at it for a long time and paying no mind to his clothes getting soaked by the pouring rain.
If that doctor gets anywhere near her I swear…
"Is something wrong?" Claude spoke behind him.
"Uh, no." Alois quickly shook his head but grimaced when he looked at one of the windows of the hospital where he was certain he spotted Sebastian shutting the curtains. He turned away when the drapes blocked the window, and continued walking down the highway with his mind fully fixated on his next strategy.
"Remember to record everything you see," Alois instructed Claude, "And don't miss a single detail."
The doctor nodded with a grin of his own starting to form.
"Certainly."
PP12: Ooooh Alois you devious bastard! I hope this chapter thickened the plot a bit more, and like I mentioned before, spare some time to read over the previous chapters and search for the changes I made :D
Send reviews my lovelies, and yes, I did have too much sugar today!