REWRITE! CHAPTER 4

It was getting late. The Phantomhives were worried. Ciel, being the Moaning Minnie he was, found it incapable to keep his silence.

"Daaad…This is sickening…" Said Ciel whining."Daaad! Are you even listening!?"

"Just a few more minutes Ciel…"

"Pfft!A few more minutes?!"

"Patience makes a boy a gentleman."

"But I don't want to be a gentleman. Not now, anyway."

"Will you two break it up!?" interrupted Rachel. She clearly had enough.

The two immediately flushed red in embarrassment.

"It was all his fault." Said the pair in unison.

"For a Father and Son, you two are awfully close.."

Vincent looked at Rachel with his I-know-what-you-mean-you-pervert eyes.

The commotion in the traffic only seemed to increase. Soon enough people were running out their car, rioting. It seemed so planned. This was bad. Rows of people jammed against each other, torso against torso.

An overly built man walked over to the front of the crowd, he pulled out a bullhorn from his bag. He held it to his mouth. "Now, I want you to go back home to your mothers and cry about being horrible protesters." the crowd seemed to lose their nerve." but wait you're not doing that are you! We are the protesters!" he held the horn towards the crowd."What are we!?" the crowd answered in the chanting of protesters. Just then a weakly man with ginger hair walked up to him. "What makes you think you can just order everyone around!?"

The man turned on him chuckling."I'll make you wish you hadn't said that..."

A fight had broken out between a tall figured man and a shorter weakly man. They clenched fists, the shorter engaging with a punch to the face, the taller only reciprocating with impact. The commotion seemed to spread within the crowd. One after the other. Fists slamming into each other. For what exactly could they be fighting for?

"Vincent, shouldn't we do something?"

"What, exactly can we do?"

"Vincent?" said Rachel knowing the fact that he was mocking her.

"Ciel, what time is it?"

"9:40"

"That late…Rachel what do want me to do?"

"Vincent, you're worse than a child…"Said Rachel as she handed him his phone. "Call 911"

Ciel yawned. "Perhaps we should've taken the free right, back at Thames Street." Ciel yawned harder.

"But we're here now aren't we?"

Vincent flicked through the contacts of his phone. "Vincent, dial 911."

He blushed slightly. "And that's why I love you." He said as he landed a peck on her cheek.

"Butter only helps roast the turkey."

"Mom, stop talking about food, please." Ciel whined.

"Yes, this is Vincent Phantomhive. I had to report a rioting spree, yes, near America Square. Yes, I am aware of that. No use of arms, yet. Thank you. Yes, I'll have that done. Near the American Square Conference Centre. Soon, please. It's getting worse." He paused cutting the call off. "Well, that's done."

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Sorry for not updating for so long. I had mid terms. And well this chapter is too short so..

.MORE TO COME.

Bill Nye the Nazi Spy.