A/N Okay. SO.

...I know I said they days of no updates were over...but Mother Nature decided to screw me over and I got sick. Like really bad sick. And I felt really bad about not being able to update, but what can you do when you can't even get out of bed? *cries*

Anyways. I'm back in the game, for reals this time.

Disclaimer: Last night, I was visited by an angel who told me Kuroshitsuji was mine. But, it turned out to be Angela, and we have mutual hate for each other, so she denied me :/ What a bitch.

Chapter Seven – Kidnapped!

Life became dull and colourless for Ciel after that day, even more than it had been before. The only joy he found anymore was in his daily ride. Galloping along on Horse's back, he found he could forget how dreary his life had become and tried to remember a time when it was bursting at the seams with colour.

It was, of course, during one of these very rides that Ciel's life changed forever. For the third time.

Shaken out of his daydreams by a snapping twig, he realized he had once again strayed too far from the path. Again. He tried to make sense of where he was, but nothing seemed familiar. As his eyes roved across the landscape, it caught sight of four – count 'em, four – mysterious figures standing at the side of his path.

Warily, he ventured toward them. "May I help you?" He enquired.

"Possibly," the man wearing all-white smiled. "Do you know the closest way to town?"

Ciel was rather taken aback by this. "Why, there is no town for miles!" he replied.

An Indian man came forward, raising his heavily bandaged arm. "Then there will be no one to hear you scream," he said, and pressed his fingers to Ciel's neck. And before he could even utter a sound, Ciel had fallen into a dead faint.

xXx

"Did you have to go so hard on him?" Ash inquired of his Indian companion, pale eyebrows raised as the man lifted the princess into his arms.

"I cannot control the strength of this arm," replied Agni, raising it up to the sunlight. "It has the power of a God."

Another Indian with purple hair rushed forward. "Agni!" He cried. "That was amazing!"

The final member of their party stood a ways away. "I don't think this is such a good idea," he worried in an accent that was definitely not Spanish. "I mean, kidnapping the Princess is a serious thing! What if we get caught! What if we-" and here he put a hand over his heart "-start a war!" Distressed, he pulled a knife from somewhere within the folds of his deep red coat. "If I started a war, I would be forced to kill myself!"

Ash snatched the knife out of his companion's hands. "Really, Grell," he sighed, obviously annoyed. "Enough of your theatrics. We were hired to start a war." He took a piece of embroidered cloth, and shoved in the saddlebags of Ciel's horse. "And once the prince finds his precious princess kidnapped - and by soldiers of Guilder, no less - and killed on the border between Florin and Guilder, he'll have no choice but to go to war!"

xXx

They were a team, those three. Four. Sorry. Ash was the brains of the group – he was descended from a long line of chess masters from Sicily. Grell was the steel; he was a master swordsman, even if he preferred to use a chainsaw. Agni was the strength – his arm of God could not be defeated by any mortal man. And Soma – well, he was just there to not break continuity. An Agni without Soma would be very OOC, indeed. He'll pretty much play absolutely no part to the story.

They were mercenaries, given jobs by any various people for any various amounts of money, and performing them to perfection. And their job, as of right now, was to kill the Princess that lay out cold on the floor of their boat...

xXx

When Ciel came to, hi eye patch was gone. He clawed at it in anger, hating the way the cool sea air felt on his naked eye. He stopped when cruel laughter echoed above his head. The man in white was hovering over him, smiling snidely. "Good morning, sleeping beauty~"

Ciel lunged at him, but was held back by that same Indian who made him faint in the first place. "You-what have you done with me?"

"Silly little prince," Ash sighed, "princess, whatever. Surely you have realized the situation you are in, haven't you?"

"You'll never get away with it," Ciel glared. "My fiancée is the greatest hunter in all the land. He will not let you get away with this!"

Ash was laughing. "He already has," he simpered.

His eyes caught sight of Grell, who had been glancing out behind them for the past few minutes. "What are you looking at?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing," Grell replied. "I'm just looking to see if anyone is following us."

"That would be inconceivable!" Ash snapped. "It's the middle of the night, in the middle of the ocean on dangerous waters, and it's not even fishing season! No one is following us!"

Splash.

Agni pointed out across the water. "Uh, he's getting away." Ash and Grell whipped their heads around (They whip their hair back and forth, they whip their hair back and fo-sorry) and ran down to the edge of the boat.

Sure enough, splashing around in the black waters was Ciel.

He gasped and spluttered, nothing on his mind but getting as far away from that boat as possible. Through his water clogged ears, he could hear them hissing. "Turn the boat around, turn it around!"

As he swam, dreadful noises began to echo around him. He stopped, treading water, attempting to hear them more clearly.

"Do you hear that sound, highness?" Ash's voice bounced across the water. "Those are the shrieking eels."

Shrieking eels? What? Ciel's heart rate sped up as the sounds got louder.

As if reading his mind, Ash's smirk grew. "They always get louder," he leaned forward, "as they're about to feed."

Ciel gasped as one surfaced beside him, its skin rubbery as it brushed against him.

His terror mounted as he noticed them now, everywhere around him. The shrieking noises were almost deafening now, and it was taking all of Ciel's manly will-power not to scream.

The water parted in front of him, to make way for the head of an eel. It opened its mouth, and Ciel came face-to-face with rows and rows of shiny teeth.

Just as it was about to take a rather large bite out of Ciel's face, a hand slammed down on it and reached to pull him out of the water by his collar. As he gasped and coughed, Ash knelt down beside him, leaning close. "I suppose you think you're brave, don't you?" he hissed, breath tickling the hairs on Ciel's neck. He raised his head, breathing heavily.

"Only compared to some," he snarled.

Ash's face turned dark. He smacked Ciel across the cheek, and stomped away, looking for another outlet for his anger. His pale eyes found Grell. "What are you doing?"

The redhead glanced back. "Are you sure no one is following us?"

Ash threw his hands up in exasperation. "Yes! I'm sure! No one can possibly follow us! It's inconceivable!" He hesitated. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason." Grell replied, shrugging. "I just happened to look behind us and someone is following us."

A/N Dun dun DUN!

Again, I am truly sorry. Being sick really sucks balls.

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