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~~ALOIS'S P.O.V.~~
I was awoken by being rolled off of my bed. Literally.
I woke up by falling off of my bed and landing on the floor. It hurt like hell.
The pain that had originally numbed down was newly awoken with a throbbing sensation and I was engulfed in pain. This is definitely not going to be a good morning. I rolled around on the floor to distract my brain from my rib, and to the cold floor around me. The only thing protecting me from the cold was the white sheet that crashed down with me. I curled up into the warmth of the sheet.
I tried to push myself up. Each time I activated my muscles in my arms, they went limp. Why do these things always happen to me? I grabbed the side of my bed, but failed, and all of the blankets that remained neatly made, toppled onto the floor beside me. In the process, I also fell straight forward.
I heard a click from my bedroom door and a familiar voice, "What the hell are you doing on the floor?" The navy haired boy, known as Ciel, ran up to the limp individual lying helpless on the ground, which I knew as myself.
"I- sort of fell…" I spoke, grabbing his hand.
"I should keep you on a leash. You're only good for getting yourself injured." He pulled my all the way up. I smiled.
"So, what has you coming in here so early?"
"It's not early. That's why I came in here. It's almost midday. I needed to wake you up," He smiled, "You're constantly waking up later than me."
"I don't care! I need my beauty sleep." My argument made him smile again.
He ruffled my hair, "You do, don't you?"
"Hey! Don't touch my hair!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the hallway and through to the dining room.
"You missed breakfast. It's time for lunch now."
"What are we eating?"
"I'm not sure. I told Sebastian to surprise us," He brought me to my chair; "Anything he cooks is good, anyways."
"So your butler is cooking this evening? Interesting. I wonder what Claude's doing?"
"I'm not sure, but I'm sure it's nothing that will interest you."
"How so?"
"Well, he's not the most thrilling person I've ever met…"
"You're right, there… He doesn't seem to do anything."
"Not really." He agreed. I heard Sebastian step out of the kitchen and the food smelt wonderful. He approached the table and set a shining silver platter onto the center of the table.
"For this evening's meal, we have curry bread. I'm terribly sorry we could not serve something else, but we were running short on certain ingredients. Please forgive me." Sebastian bowed and disappeared back into the kitchen.
"Ciel… What's 'Curry Bread'?
"Just try it." He slid the plate over to me. I quickly transported the hot bun from the silver dish to my plate. I took in a deep breath of the curry bread.
I picked my fork up and poked into the crunchy yet spongy outside layer. The curry that was inside spilled out. The scent was becoming stronger. I took a small bite and chewed…
"Ciel! This is amazing! I've never had anything like it before-!" I started choking. He grinned
"Swallow your food and take a breath." I took the small bit of curry bread and swallowed. Much better.
"Thank you for the advice, oh so wise, Ciel~." I gave a sarcastic smirk.
"You wouldn't be able to survive without me."
"You're probably right. I've nearly killed myself several times since you've arrived, haven't I?" He laughed quietly.
"That isn't very funny, you know. I need to keep an eye on you all day, or else you'll end up
I finished my meal in a matter of minutes. It was incredible. I should have Sebastian cook from now on. Claude needs to learn something from him. Sebastian walked back in to dispose of our dirty dishes and the silver platter that still housed a few more curry buns. I slid my chair out a little to go to my office and stood up straight.
"What do you plan on doing today? My schedule is clean, I thought that maybe we could do something." Ciel asked from across the table. He seemed uncomfortable, even nervous.
I thought about what I had to do. My only plans were to do some studying, that Claude is making me do, but I could probably skip out. I wouldn't exactly be a great 'thinker', anyways.
"Nothing important. What would you want to do? I'm sort of limited, considering this-." I pointed to my side.
"Well, we don't have to go anywhere. I finally have a day of relaxing, and so do you. We should have a game of chess or something."
"Chess? I haven't played in so long; you'd probably beat me…" I lied. I'm actually quite skilled at chess. I usually have a lot of spare time, so I use it playing chess, and practicing strategy. I'm sure I'll prove to be an excellent opponent.
"I'll take it easy on you," he smiled, "Let's play."
"Follow me; I have a board in my office." I began walking and Ciel followed close behind. I hid my devious smirk from him. He won't even know what hit him.
I reached up to the shelf on my wall, which was at the same height as my head. I grabbed the marble chess board and carried it to my desk.
"White or black, Phantomhive?" I ask while taking the shiny black and white chess pieces.
"Do you remember the rules, Trancy? You can have white. I prefer black." He slid the black pawns, rooks, knights, bishops, and the king and queen, over to his side of my desk.
"Of course."
We quickly set them all up in their required places, and thus, the game began.
I moved first, then him, then me. Our pieces moved around the board like an elegant dance in a ballroom, but in the end there is a single winner. I have to admit, Ciel was a perfect match for me. He knew what he was doing. When he saw that I did too, he changed his attitude completely. Who will hold the victory of this single waltz? Will it be Ciel or I? I may sometimes take things too seriously, but I know Ciel will think the same way I do in this war of chess.
I glanced up at the clock. The game has already lasted about twenty minutes. We're taking too long plotting out our next moves. It was my turn again, then his. He had me cornered. I'm going to lose. My footing was off in this game of chess. I made the wrong move, and he beat me.
"Good game, Alois. I think you were lying when you told me you hadn't played in quite a while, though." I grinned.
"Maybe, but you did beat me in the end, anyways." I pouted.
"Do you want to play again?"
"Sure. I need my revenge, after all~."
We played a countless number of games after that. First, I beat him, and then he beat me. It was like we were taking turns winning. Every game was enjoyable. The more we played, the more I remember him, but I still feel like I'm missing something. I know he's Ciel Phantomhive, Earl Phantomhive. He owns the Funtom Company. He's my friend. That's all I remember, but it isn't everything.
"Your turn." He spoke. I moved another pawn forwards and let my mind drift off again. He kept cornering me, I wasn't winning anymore. I'm too distracted to actually think now. Ciel was noticing it, too.
"What's wrong, Alois? You're not really paying attention anymore."
"It's nothing. Sorry…" I moved another pawn.
"Something's bothering you. I can tell."
"Am I really that easy to read?"
"Yes, you are." He grinned.
"Well, it's just that- I'm having trouble remembering. I'm missing something. It's important, but I can't even get the slightest hint as to what it is."
"You should just take it easy. It's best if you find out on your own, without me forcing you into remembering…"
I gently mope, "Alright. I suppose I'll recall sooner or later."
"I hope so…" he mumbled quietly. I guess my current situation has been hard on him too. I was his friend after all. People usually don't want their friends to forget about them.
"I think I'm going to get a snack. I'm a tad hungry. We've been playing for a long time."
"Okay. I'll put the chess set away."
"You don't have to do that. Claude will do that later."
"It's alright. Besides, I don't have anything else to do."
"You can join me, if you wish."
"…I could eat…"
"That's the spirit! Follow me~!" I grabbed his hand and walked him out to the kitchen.
"What are you going to eat…?" He questioned.
"Whatever I want. I don't know." I opened up random cupboards and drawers, looking for food. Nothing.
"You don't know where anything is, do you?"
"Not… really…"
"This way." He pulled me the opposite direction that we were going. Ciel pulled open the pantry and I saw piles of various fruits. Exotic to some that we grow in the garden.
"How did you know where this is?"
"I get hungry sometimes, too." He laughed. I grabbed a bright red apple and sat on the floor and leaned against the wall.
"Nice choice." He grabbed an apple too and sat beside me.
"Thank you, sir." I beamed and took a bite of the sweet fruit. We ate until only the thin core was left. It was delicious, but now I'm exhausted. I should sleep.
A/N- I hope you don't hate me, sir. Don't kill me either. Or I kill you. With the almighty spork.
If I had a death scythe, it would be a giant spork. NO DOUBT ABOUT IT.
I haven't written in a week, so I'm rusty. I have a bad case of 'Writers-Block'.
It's tragic.
*sobs in emo corner*
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srsly. It was my birthday a few weeks ago, and I JUST finished my cake. it was good. :)
YOU'RE JELLY! OF MY CAKE!
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