"Sebastian! What in God's name and all things holy is this?" This was the question that arose when Ciel stepped into the parlor where Lizzie and Alois chatted politely.
From floor to ceiling, the room accommodated lush green foliage and vibrantly colored flowers, and, to Ciel's horror, a large boa had made the crystal chandelier its new home. A pair of bright macaws eyed the Phantomhive heir curiously. A slight pitter patter and the deafening chirp of tree frogs filled the room.
"My Lord, you did ask for an exotic tea party, did you not?" Sebastian chuckled lightly at the look of horror upon his master's face.
Quite suddenly, a small green amphibian soared through the air, landing in Ciel's silken, blue-black hair. The boy growled as the frog let out an earsplitting call. "Get it off of me!" He shouted, balling his tiny hands into fists at his side.
"Awe!" Lizzie cooed. "I think the froggy likes you, Ciel!" A round of high pitched, migraine inducing giggles followed. The young Phantomhive winced at the painful sound, and, noticing this, Sebastian cut in gracefully.
"I'm afraid my master is fighting quite a painful headache. If it would not disappoint you, I think I shall remove the frogs and parrots from the room now?"
"I'm so sorry, Ciel. I didn't know your head was hurting. I'll be quieter," the blonde chimed happily. "And I don't mind if you take away the frogs, Mr. Sebastian," she smiled happily. "If it makes Ciel's head feel better, I'd be happy if the frogs left."
"Me too," Alois agreed, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered on his face. "Anything for my dear Ciel."
"I'm not your Ci—"
"Just wait one minute!" Elizabeth exclaimed, jumping up onto her chair. "Ciel is my fiancée, not yours, you disgusting pervert!" That platinum haired cutie stuck her pink tongue out at the smirking boy who seemed not to take comment to heart. Frustrated, Elizabeth followed up the previous statement with: "and you're butler's nothing but a tap dancing freak!"
"What did you say about Claude?" The young Trancy mounted his own chair, screaming now. "You take that back, you obnoxious brat!" All the while, more tree frogs continued to gather on the Phantomhive's aching head. "Ciel doesn't even love you, you spoiled girl!" Alois sneered.
"You idiot! Who else would he love?" Elizabeth shouted.
"Sebastian," Ciel moaned, covering his ears with small gloved hands. Immediately, the room fell silent, save a slight chuckle from the butler.
"What?" Lizzie asked, eyes growing wide.
"Ciel loves… Sebastian?" Alois puzzled. All at once, the two seemed to be on the same, very distorted (in Ciel's current opinion) page.
"No that's not what—" The Phantomhive tried to explain but was abruptly cut off.
"Eliminate the butler!" Alois shrieked, jumping onto the table. Several china tea cups met their doom.
"Let's hit him with a rain stick!" Lizzie exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Stop!" The Phantomhive boy screamed. "Stop it now!"
"Bocchan, you're asthma—" The demon butler abruptly cut off when the boy doubled over, gasping. "My lord," Sebastian quickly moved to support the faint earl. The butler quickly administered treatment and carefully lifted the boys trembling form into his arms. "I'm very sorry, but it appears the young master will have to postpone this visit for a short while. In the meantime, Maylene, Bard, and Finnian will entertain you." Sebastian spoke with sly distaste, assuming the three hooligans were listening outside the door. From the general direction of the door, Sebastian heard panicked shuffles, confirming his theory. "I know you three are waiting outside, so you might as well come in," the demon sighed. The door opened with a creek, and in walked a nervous Bard, an ashamed Finnian, and a blushing Maylene. "The young master needs to rest a while; therefore, our guests will stay for dinner. I trust that you can entertain his guests for the time being?" The three nodded their heads vigorously. "And try not to burn down the mansion or destroy the gardens," Sebastian murmured on his way out.
"Yes, Mr. Sebastian, Sir!" All three saluted the butler. "We won't disappoint you." Sebastian smirked as the door closed behind him.
"I can walk, you know," Ciel sighed, turning to look up at the demon. Sebastian met his gaze with a pair of slightly amused garnet eyes.
"Bocchan, you're asthma is acting up, and you're exhausted." The young boy opened his mouth to argue but closed it again; there was really no use in ageing with Sebastian. Damn butler... Why is he always right? Ciel's eye skimmed over the demon's handsome face. And why does he have to be so perfect?
Back in the parlor, Bard, Finnian, and Maylene were faced with the rather troublesome task of entertaining to highly energetic, obnoxious blondes.
"We could go for a walk in the gardens," Maylene suggested. "Sebastian put in new flowers just last week."
"New flowers? Maybe I'll get some ideas for the wedding arrangements!" Lizzie hummed contentedly.
"I want to see my Ciel!" Alois whined melodramatically, draping himself over the table.
"I told you!" Elizabeth shouted possessively. "Ciel is my fiancée, not yours!"
"Yeah, yeah," Alois mumbled. "Gardens are for girls," he sighed.
"Why don't we play hide and seek?" Finnian piped in.
"Hide and seek? That seems awfully silly," Lizzie pouted. "I want to go see the flowers…"
"Can we really play hide and seek?" Alois' face lit up with glee.
"I don't see any reason why not," Bard answered, smiling.
"Come on, Lizzie! It'll be fun! Claude and I play all the time," the blue eyed boy sang happily.
"Well, alright," the young girl finally sighed.
"Excellent!" Bard exclaimed. "I'll be seeker first. Okay the rules are anywhere in the mansion is fair game. Seeker counts to fifty."
"Actually, second floor is off limits," Maylene countered. "Don't want to wake up the young master… First floor and basement only."
"Right," everyone agreed.
"And the game starts…now! One, two, three…" Immediately, the four scampered out of the room, scattering down hallways and staircases.