Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji. All rights go to the rightful owner, Yana Toboso. All I own is Sienna, Chuck, the little boy, and the enemy-guy in this chapter.
I hope you enjoy!
She walked carelessly, eyes unfocused; consequently, she bumped shoulders with someone.
"Hey, watch it!" growled a man
She scowled, opening her mouth to make a scathing remark. "She is sincerely sorry, good sir," Sebastian said.
The man left, for the man in the black suit, though polite, threw him a nasty glare. A glare that told him he was not one to be messed with.
"What the hell was that for? I can speak on my own, thank you very much." Muttering, "Dumbass," under her breath, she continued walking.
"My, Lady Sienna, such language is not proper for a lady, especially not in public."
She was tempted to say "Puh-leez, bitch," but refrained for the sake of propriety. "Right, Sebastian, my apologies."
The butler silently wondered what put her in such a horrid mood. Perhaps a killing would take her mind off things. She was part demon, after all, and was bound to get bored after such a long time. Not only that, but she was related to the young master, which made her all the more likely to get bored easily, resulting in a bad mood.
She snapped at the poor boy who stepped on her foot, despite the case being that she wasn't paying attention to where she was walking.
Yes, he decided, a killing was precisely what she needed.
"Sebastian, some chocolate, and milk... better yet, chocolate and chocolate milk... and chocolate cake."
"Oh?" It must be that time of the month, though he doubted she actually got the blood with it. Demons were incapable of having children ... with humans ... so ... did that mean ...? He scoffed at his line of thought, there was no time for that. "Of course."
He truly wasn't bothered by having to serve her. If anything, it was a nice break from the young master's demands. All she required to sustain herself was chocolate and... that was about it, now that he thought about it. He was slacking. Any butler worth his salt would be able to
"Helloooo? Are you in there?" Sienna knocked on his head like a curious toddler, staring at him with mere inches between them.
He sighed. Definitely that time. Such mood changes were supported by no other reason besides the fact that she was Sienna. But they seemed more quick to change than ever. Perhaps it was a sensitive time. Maybe when her sister left her. As far as he knew, she had no significant other, so the possibility of it being one's death was very low. Deep down, he felt like maybe he was missing something. Something that was staring him directly in the face.
"Where's my chocolate, Ellie?"
Great, he rolled his eyes, that blasted nickname again.
She scarfed down the food with no problem, only stopping when she got the hiccups. "I- *hiccup* - hate having the hiccu- *hiccup* - ps. Why does it happen at the wors -*hiccup*- times? Are demons even supposed to *hiccup* get them? I need water."
When he made no movement to help, she added a "please".
He left, only to come back moments later with a glass of iced water.
"Tha- *hiccup* - nks" Sienna took in an exaggerated, large breath, closing her mouth to hold it in, then started drinking. A few times, she hiccuped, causing her to roll her eyes at the sloshing water. Soon enough, she had to remove the cup from her mouth for air. "I think I'm okay...*hiccup*"
She groaned, knowing it would be hard to get rid of them. A particularly strong hiccup snuck up on her, and she leaned over, her hands resting on her knees. "Why... Why me? Ugh- you know, when-"
A sharp pain stung her back. "Agh, what...? Who the hell are you?" she asked incredulously.
"Come here, pretty lady, I've come for payback..."
The woman cursed, looking around for Sebastian instinctively. When she caught herself in the act she scoffed at herself, what was she doing? She was perfectly capable of handling the situation herself. Sienna straightened, almost hissing at the man when he took it as an invitation to look at her breasts.
"Hey, eyes up here buddy," she pointed to hers, "'kay? 'kay. Now, why don't you run along and go to the brothel down the street? I'm sure there's got to be at least one woman willing to be with you... then again..." she looked him up and down.
The semi-familiar man dove for her with his sausage fingers and fat hands. The swipe at her head was easily dodged, and she only sighed. "Dude, stop, really, you're only gonna hurt yourself."
Sienna wasn't sure she truly wanted him to stop. It could be fun. And she was pretty bored...
A kick to the face and the spot between his legs was enough to sustain her for the time being.
He keeled over, clutching his family jewels.
Then again, what could one little kick to the shin hurt? She, being pleasantly surprised by the feeling swelling inside her, suddenly remembered the child watching her.
"Hi... I'm very sorry, but the bad man wanted to hurt me... Are you okay? Did you know him?" Sienna approached the young boy. He looked to be around five years, maybe older, with signs of malnutrition. He was very skinny, that much was clear. The boy scampered off as she moved closer, stumbling over his own feet. His whimpers did not go unheard. What the hell was he so scared of?
The answer soon came.
"Demon... Help! Please, somebody, help! There's a demon!"
Ah...her eyes...she forgot about her eyes. They turned red, similar to Sebastian's when she engaged in anything violent or otherwise physically demanding. *wink wink*. It'd be best to turn them off, she supposed. Ah, yes, there she was, talking about her eyes as if they were a lamp. Hah ha. She desperately needed to get a life.
"Poor boy, are you okay? You must have been very afraid of the bad lady, yes? Worry not, I will protect you." Sebastian picked up the boy, who held him tightly in his clutches, peeking over his shoulder to stare at her.
"Are you crazy, kid? He's worse, you know that, right? Damn, do you to know each other? Are you two playing me? Is this your son? Ohhh... that'd be some juicy gossip right there, stuff madam red would love, you know. Speaking of her, do you think he already took her out, or -"
"Please, stop your crazy ramblings. Don't you see you're scaring the poor boy?"
Her eyes narrowed "I don't know what angle you're playing at, but I'm not liking it. Stop that, right now."
"Ah, so similar to Ciel. I always hated that brat." said the butler simply.
Bewildered, she said, "What the hell are you talking abo-?"
Everything went black immediately, nothing giving her any warning at all.
The pounding in her head would not go away, even after she massaged them. Her hearing must have been faulty, too, since she could swear she heard the jangle of something metal as she moved.
Her groans awoke her cellmate, who was resting for the time being. "'aye, mate, you should stop movin' 'roun so loud 'else the cap'n ge's angry."
She shot up, which only worsened her headache further. She was in a dingy cell, metal bars on the window and as a door. The man in the cell was skinny, obviously starved and tortured if the scars were any indication.
"What the fuck? Why am I here? Where am I?"
"Welcome to hell."
"I bet you thought that line would be like the end of a chapter cliffhanger, huh? Honestly, that was the cheesiest, most unoriginal line you could have ever said in this situation."
The man, Chuck, she read on his collar, rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, sweetheart, 'cause creativity is my first priority in this dump. It's not like anyone's here to listen."
"I'm here, and that sure better be enough. You're lucky I'm gracing you with my presence."
"No, I'm lucky I was given a cell with a window, but I suppose it had to be evened out with having you as a cellmate."
She smiled "That was rude."
"Maybe so."
"I like you." announced Sienna.
He chuckled, "Well, I'm flattered."
"Damn right, you better be."
Again, Chuck laughed. Her sense of humor was rude, if not plain out mean, but at least it was a break from the dreary nature of the cell.
His laughter, interrupted by the echo of boots meeting floor, died down.
"Woah, ominous. Let me guess, he's the guy who brought us here? Would it be rude of me to assume he's a stereotypical enemy-guy?"
The figure hiding in the shadow revealed itself.
"Ha! I was right!"
The plot I have in mind is definitely moving forward, and I'm glad for that. I'll probably tone down the introduction of new characters, I know it can be a bit confusing having to memorize them all.
Thanks for reading, and yes, I know Sienna's humor is crappy! That's intentional!
Edited on 02/04/17