"So, how's life?"
The reaper grins "Gone"
There's a hanging moment of silence before the two laugh like maniacs together. Sienna leans on Sebastian for support, keeling over with laughter.
She wipes away invisible tears. "Ah. It's nice to know your sense of humor hasn't dissipated over the years, Undertaker"
"Yes, well, business has been busy lately," he points out "And you can't have funeral without fun."
Sienna smiles faintly "Yeah. That's for sure"
He pinches her cheek, patting it afterward "Such sadness on your face. Laugh! Smile! You never know when you'll get another chance to do so."
"If you say so" the Seraph looks troubled "What I came here for was the weapon. You said it'd be ready by now"
Sebastian scowls at her cryptic messages.
Undertaker dismisses her concern with a wave of his hand "Of course I did. Follow me"
Sienna walks after him, to the dark, back of the shop.
Immediately as Undertaker steps over the threshold of a door, candles light up, providing a source of light. A tall coffin is pushed against the wall. It's oddly shaped, like a trapezoid with rounded edges. It only takes the silver-haired reaper opening it for Sebastian to realize that it is not a coffin at all. It's some sort of case.
It's a black color, with a thin layer of dust on top. As soon as undertaker swings open the door, a cloud of dust blinds. His nose twitches as he fights his desire to sneeze. The demon's red eyes are squinted against the air.
The silver-haired man fiddles with something in the case, the door blocking his view. Sienna peeks around the door, curious to see how it turned out.
A battle axe lies in the cushioned velvet. The rod is quite long, and the blade is gold and silver, it's edges twisting around each other. The seraph stares at it, entranced. She reaches out to touch it, only for her hand to be swatted away by the undertaker.
"Nope. You need the key for this" He waves a finger in front of her face.
Sienna sighs exasperatedly. She wasn't going to use it. "I just wanted a closer look at it"
Undertaker's eyebrows raise with doubt "You don't need your hands to look." He points two fingers to her eyes, almost gouging them out of their sockets with his long black nails.
"You know what I mean" Sienna deadpans.
"We're short on time," Sebastian cuts in "so it would be in your best interest to complete this task as quickly as possible"
She waves him off "We've got time"
He barely resists the urge to roll his eyes at her.
Sienna turns back to Undertaker "75, right?"
"Yes," Undertaker rubs his hands together in anticipation "That's right."
The Seraph hand him his money, which he counts carefully.
In mere seconds, Undertaker manages to close the case, shove it in her arms, and push her out the door of his shop.
Sienna stands, stunned. Her gaze is unblinking, and her body tense.
"Wow. I feel so welcomed" She says sarcastically
She nudges Sebastian to hold her weapon and it's case. He complies immediately, his arms easily carrying it along with the other bags. Without a word, the two walk toward the carriage.
Ciel bought them a new carriage because he didn't want anything scandalous to happen in a carriage he used. As of a couple of hours ago, the carriage fully belonged to Sienna. Sebastian owns nothing. He was on the bad side of Ciel at the time, because he refused to server the young master a snack right before dinner.
Who could blame him? Sebastian's cooking was so horrifically formal that some chocolate was always welcome as a nice break. WAs it possible for food to be formal? Yes, she decided. It was definitely possible.
Ciel's expression was priceless when he saw his butler with numerous shopping bags hung on his arms. "How much did you spend?"
"Well," At her sly look, Ciel narrows his eyes "we spent what yo-"
"She did. She spent the money"Sebastian insists.
His master would surely label him as selfish if he even thought for a second that the butler had spent any of the money he intended to be spent on Sienna.
"Stop interrupting, Sebastian" Ciel says
The demon looks agitated. He just can't win, can he? No matter what, his master always gets angry at him for Sienna''s faults. Well then, he'd just have to make sure she was out of the way, so he wouldn't receive a bad reputation from his master. Such a thing was unthinkable in his eyes.
He dismisses the pair with a wave of his hand "Leave"
At this point, he doesn't really care about the money. He has enough to spare. Right now, all he cares about his something sweet. He's going through withdrawal, he knows. Ciel rubs his temples at the newly formed migraine.
He sighs heavily as the door slams shut. Unbeknownst to him, Sienna remained. She had quite a bit of trouble shooing off the butler, but she just barely managed to force him to exit.
"Hey," She rubs his back, startling him out of his revere "I bought you this. I knew you were deprived of chocolate by that evil butler of yours, so I wanted to get you something."
Sienna nudges a chocolate bar into his hand.
His face lights up at the sugar. At last, his sweet tooth would be satisfied. Ciel nods his thanks, not willing to physically say it.
"You're welcome, kid"
Sienna leans toward him, placing a chaste kiss on his temple. The young boy flushes a deep shade of red, his cheeks as dark as a cherry. She would compare him to a tomato, but she didn't like tomatoes. She liked cherries so much better, and they happened to be red. Strawberries would work too, but it just sounded...wrong. Too feminine for a male. Imagine a teenage boy flushing as dark as a strawberry. It has a connotation too positive and girly to be used on a boy. Granted, Ciel wasn't exactly the manliest male in existence.
Sienna ruffles his hair. She flounces out the door as if she owns the place, the oak door slamming closed.
Ciel turns the chocolate bar right side up in silence, revealing the brand 'Heaven's Chocolate'
Ironic. In many ways. Did Sienna speak french, by any chance?
Grell's screams of fright fill the manor. The cart he rides flies through the halls, some mysterious force turning it into the grand door of the dining room.
The cart barrels toward Finny, who is frozen in terror.
At the last minute, Sienna swoops in to help. She hooks an arm around Finny, and pulls him out of the way. She immediately sticks a leg out in front of the cart. Grell flies forward into the wall. To make matters even worse, the tea pot's lid is slightly ajar, allowing some of it's contents to escape. The hot liquid splashes onto Grell.
"HOT!HOT!HOT!" His arms flail as he jumps around, rubbing at the stain on his uniform as if the action will cause it to go away.
"Oh, i'm so sorry! Is there any way you can ever forgive me?" Sienna mocks sorrow "Here, let me wipe it off for you" She reaches for a handkerchief, but is stopped
"No, no! I'll wipe it off myself."Grell insists, blindly reaching for a cloth to use, grabbing the first one his hand makes contact with. He yanks on it, and doesn't seem to notice the clanking dishes, nor the surprised grunts of displeasure Ciel releases
Ciel reaches up to massage his temples, his head pounding. The young man releases a heavy sigh that seems to lighten his lungs just a tad.
Bard leans toward the master, blocking his mouth with his hand to attain a sense of privacy, though the reality is far from it. You never know what ears are prying on every conversation you hold "Master, why did you agree to take on such a useless idjet?"
"Your one to talk, Bard" Sienna remarks
The comment causes Bard to blush lightly. That's insulting to his pride. A lady like her knows best. Maybe he should change.
"I thought Sebastian would be the only one inconvenienced" He recalls his aunt requesting that Sebastian train her butler, Grell, to be perfect like Sebastian. If only she knew where is perfection originated from. Surely she'd run away screaming, despite her connection to a Phantomhive "I never expected that i would be affected by it as well"
The servants glower at Grell, who seems to grow smaller as he curls into himself as a defense mechanism.
"I'm so sorry for causing all this trouble. I simply don't know how I can apologize enough."
Sienna bursts out of anger. He almost hurt Finny."Kill yourself? Oh wait, you already did. Sorry for my tardiness"
"Wait, that's it!"Grell exclaims "The only thing I can do now is die! I shall atone with my death!"
He kneels, a knife appearing out of nowhere as he points it down at himself.
The servants protest, while Sienna sighs in annoyance. Why do reapers have to be so irritating?
"There is no need for that" Sebastian places a gloved hand lightly on his shoulder. "Just think of the horrible mess you would make"
"All of that blood inside the manor, it'd take hours to clean up. I would not be happy if you made me clean that up. If anything, i'd bring you back from the dead just so you could clean it up yourself." Sienna adds
Grell ignores the girl, instead focusing on the demon butler. His eyes widen, and anyone could practically see the swelling heart in his eyes. They glaze over as he declares Sebastian's kindness and generosity.
"Now, what i'd like to know is how you could ever think it was acceptable to serve the master such weak tea. Watch me..."
This was also a filler chapter, like the last one. I added a hint of the next episode in.
IMPORTANT!- I've noticed people are skipping chapters. That's okay. I'd probably do that too. I'm very impatient when it comes to slow moving stories.
I was very lazy. It's spring break, so I have plenty of time to write, but I just wasn't feeling it. I have no intention of abandoning this story. I want to finish it so that I can move on with my life. I will admit that writer's block is getting to me EVEN though I have an anime and manga series to reference. In fact, I have to reference it. There will be minor changes to the plot until later. Later, I do intend to make a major change.
Anyways, NO SCHOOL!
Another thing: Here's the numbers and countries of viewers this month just because i'm bored.
USA-212
UK-27
Portugal-14
Spain-10
France-8
Philippines-7
Canada-6
Australia-5
Germany-4
South Africa-3
Hungary-3
Belgium-2
Netherlands-2
Hong Kong-2
Norway-1
Poland-1
At this point, it's pretty much a steady population. I expected that because most people who were interested came, and decided to go or stay.
Thanks for deciding to read!
Crap, i've got to write like 60 more words. I am going to try to stop using contractions now, so that it will count more words. Only 25 more words needed. Now I need 20 more. It's slowly lowering. I would like you all to know that it is a real pain to have to save and scroll down every time I want to get the most recent and accurate word count. Okay, i'm over 2000 words now. Bye.