A/N; Yes. I haven't updated in forever. No, this does not mean the story is out of limbo. Yes, it does mean I have no intentions of abandoning it.
...Yes this IS pitifully short. It's meant as an in between piece.
I can't update again very quickly...I am writing a book on contract now, and...it's a weekly job...pretty much everyday and...I really have no time to do anything longer than this. Sorry. My booklette will be done by summer, so maybe I'll write more then.
If you WANT more short little pieces like this, I may be able to do that more frequently. So if you'd prefer longer chapters, it'll be a wait. A long long wait. Tell me if you're fine with short updates. Otherwise it'll be probably late summer/fall before I touch Surface again.
"I met a boy you know."
Claude turned to look at his master. Alois had been oddly silent after getting picked up from the airport, not to mention his normal cheerful state had seemingly vanished, being replaced by quiet.
Claude was certainly not going to press the matter. He had been bonded to the boy more by force than want ever since re-meeting the child's being years after his death.
Of course this Alois, while not being the same person had the same soul and general appearance. The blonde had no memories, and never pushed the matter. Just accepting in stride 5 individuals approaching him and claiming to want to serve him.
Claude was never entirely certain if the boy was simply stupid or crazy or a bit of both.
"A boy, young sir?" Your Highness applied in the Americas.
Alois continued to stare out the window of their limo. Hannah kept a keen eye, but never said anything. Their relationship was quite different than it once had been. Hannah, while a maid, was obviously nothing close to the sub-servant position she once housed.
Alois himself, was different. He was cheerful, but always aloof. He didn't clutch to those around him, especially Claude...like once in the distant past.
Claude paused at the memory of how his life had been rekindled.
"He sat by me. On the plane..." He seemed to slowly drift off at the memory.
No one in the limousine pushed the matter or prompted him to continue.
"His name..his name was Ciel."
The tone in which the name was spoken was haunting. But it went unnoticed by any of the demons, whom were all shocked into a stupor by the name itself, rather than how it was spoken.
Hannah looked about ready to strike, at what, no one could tell. The triplets turned to themselves, never speaking yet saying plenty.
Claude's breath hitched in his throat.
"...Ciel?..." The slightest sliver of tongue flicked out to touch dry lips.
"Little sky...funny name right..." There was no humor found in his voice.
"I don't think he liked me."
Hannah looked like she wanted to say something, as she did ever so love to play the mother hen with Alois, even if she was possibly the most threatening weapon sheath in the realms.
Aloi slowly turned to the rest of the limousine residents.
"And I don't think I liked him."
His voice was uncharacteristically cold. None of the demons had heard his voice so full of ice and yet so hollow all at the same time. Like a cold breeze reverberating in a glacial chasm.
His light blue eyes were almost clouded over like a dolls, yet there was a knife like sharpness to them.
He looked away from the rest and continued staring out the window.
"I hate the sky..."