I do not own Kuroshitsuji or D. Grayman. They both go to the respectful owners. This is my second yaoi-ish story because my friend asked me to do this and is slowly turning me into a yaoi fan girl. I am doing this out of impulse and I updating will vary from time to time. I have a Sebastian and Allen thing going on. It would make me happy to see more of this crossover pairing. This will be a slight rewrite of the Kuroshitsuji anime with Allen Walker in it. (Since I lost my manga version and my computer is mean when reading online scans)
WARNINGS- This crossover will contain: Slight AU, mild cursing, dark romance, yaoi, angst, gore, violence, adult situations
PAIRINGS: MAIN: Allen/Sebastian
MINOR: Ciel/Sebas, Brotherly!Allen/Ciel
NOTE: There will be not a slight hint of Yullen in this story. Sorry all you Yullen fan girls, I hate that pairing with a fiery passion.
Enjoy Lords and Ladies
CHAPTER 5: That Butler and Exorcist, on Ice
The snow fell from the heavens on the cold winter night. A man with a gun ran in a panic from a group of shady looking men. "Damn. Don't let him get away!" one of them cussed. "That bastard Tim! He knows how much trouble we had to go through to steal it!"
Said man, Tim, came over a bridge that arched over a frozen lake. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath, opening his closed fist to find what had he stole. Laying in the palm of his rugged hands was a decorative silver ring with a blue gem in it. The gem seemed to glow with a dim light. Tim giggled madly, admiring its beauty and worth. "It's mine now," he cackled."I won't give it to anyone."
"That ring does not suit you," A new voice said. Behind the man was a silhouette of a person, a person wearing a top hat. In a swift movement, what seemed like strings, tied the man's arms together. The threads shimmered in the snow, cutting his wrists, making crimson meet white. "The Shard of Hope is searching someone suitable to be its master." In a creek, the person tilted his head. The person moved his hands and a blood curdling scream was heard as the threads tightened. More red met the white ground.
From afar, a body fell from the top of the bridge. The body crashed into the frozen over ravine, meeting the icy water. The men who were chasing Tim saw this feat, "He jumped off!" they concluded. "Damn. The idiot."
The snow continued to rain over the dark bloodied night of England. Covering all tainted red with white of pure.
"Round up! Round up! It's been 80 years since the last time!" a man announced. The English Flag waved in the nippy winter breeze on top of a tent. "Don't let this chance go! Step right through!"
An entire marketplace on the icy frozen over ravine. Traders and peddlers lined up for business as consumers browsed among them. "Wow! The Ice Top Market is quite something." Allen gawked. Even people were ice-skating. He stared a bit at the lovely ice sculptures, but was brought out of his daze by Sebastian and Ciel.
"The Frost Fayre takes place next to London Bridge on the frozen River Thames," Ciel informed his white haired butler. Ciel wore a nice dark cloak, with fur trimming on the hood and sleeves. Sebastian wore his usual black trench coat, while Allen wore a brown trench coat. "The last time it was this grand was back in 1814, apparently." They stared off into the grand festival of trade and ice.
Lizzie Midford walked the streets of the ice marketplace. "My Lady, please slow down!" Lizzie's personal maid called out.
Lizzie turned around, "Paula, if you stomp along like that, the ice will crack." Her maid came to a complete stop. Lizzie giggled at her stumbling.
"Please, my lady, if anyone finds out we're taking a detour like this, I'll be scolded."
"But Harrods and Liberty were absolutely useless!" Elizabeth said stubbornly. She jumped on the icy ravine, making Paula cringe in fear. "I was joking when I said it would crack."
Paula sighed in relief. "Um, Miss," she asked, "you seem to have been looking for something all this time. Just what is it?"
"It's Ciel's birthday soon," Lizzie said softly, "I bet he wants to be cheered up with a nice present!" she shook her head, determination in her emerald eyes, "No. I have to make sure he is cheered up with a nice present!"
Paula cried in admiration, "Oh! My, my, my! How utterly adorable!" she squealed. She grasped her mistress's hand, "I understand! I, the humble Paula, will give my all in assisting you."
"Thank you, Paula!"
Above on the bridge, looking over the Thames, were the three men from the night before. "So, what about that idiot Tim?"
"His body was found, but it appears the ring wasn't on him at the time."
"So then, it really must be…"
"Yeah. The ring is in the river."
"Now, then!" a man announced. "Come by and see!" Ciel and his servants walked passed a vendor. "We've got bargains great enough to send Jack Frost flying! How about it for Christmas?"
Ciel then looked to Allen, "Ah. Allen, doesn't your birthday fall on Christmas?"
"Hm?" Allen looked to his master. "Y-Yes young master. Christmas Day, December 25th,"
Ciel smirked, "Perhaps I shall surprise you with a gift,"
"You don't have to go to any trouble, there's nothing I really want this year. My birthday isn't anything to trouble yourself over!" Allen said, he didn't want a present. Just someone to say, "Happy Birthday", to him on Christmas. Sebastian smirked, something in mind for when Christmas came. Allen noticed Ciel was sneering at the peddler's items. "What is it?" he asked his master.
"All the wares they have lined are shoddy," Ciel scoffed. "If the ice freezes over like this next year, we could clean up a stall here." Ciel then noticed a toy ark, "That, for example," pointing it out with his cane.
"Oh!" The peddler said at the sight of a rich child looking at his booth, "Young Mr. Nobleman, I see you have quite the eye. That is an item made by the now hugely popular Funtom Company when it was still a small craft shop."
"What a total fake," Ciel stated bluntly. "The Funtom Ark, enjoyed by the last generation, was made by the most skilled craftsmen, and it was an extremely rare and valuable item because only three were made." He remembered his days of his blissful ignorant youth before his contract, playing with this exact ark with his beloved cousin and fiancé, "Since the mansion burned down, even the current company doesn't have the real item anymore. There's no way there would be a real one here."
"Noah's Ark," Allen piped up. "is a lot like this country."
"What?"
"Take it from a guy who knows more than he should about Noah's Ark." Allen smirked roguishly, "A ship steered by a single boatman. The only ones who will be saved are the select few. It is a most arrogant tale." Sebastian smiled proudly at his white-haired companion.
"You're…" A voice interrupted. It was the Scotland Yard officer who worked the Jack the Ripper crime scene who called Ciel a small child and to run along home.
"To see one of the Scotland Yard's detectives has enough free time to dawdle around, I suppose London must really be at peace," Ciel said snidely. "Today, at any rate."
"I don't!" Abberline defended his honor, "I'm on duty right now!"
"Well then, work hard enough to earn your keep on behalf of Her Majesty and the people who employ you," Ciel shot back. He and his butlers turned, "Inspector."
Abberline sprinted after them, "Wait, I have something to ask you!" he reached to grab Ciel's shoulder, "Master Ciel!" but his hand was swatted off by Sebastian.
"Pardon me. As you can see, our master is quite frail…I mean delicate." Sebastian said, but corrected himself nimbly after the deadly glare Ciel gave him. Allen smiled nervously. Sebastian bowed and continued, "so I would ask you not to lay your hands on him too roughly," a polite smile on his thin lips.
Abberline stared at the black butler. Soon they made their way into an oriental styled tent. Ciel sipped his tea calmly. A Chinese waitress served the earl some sweet while Abberline sat across from the boy, sipping his own tea. "So, then. What is a Scotland Yard detective doing here, Inspector Abberline?
Abberline nodded, "This morning, a man's corpse was found under the ice of the market." Ciel took a bite from his Chinese cookie, listening intently. "The man was a member of a specific criminal organization At present, we are chasing after the culprit who killed that man, as well as the ring he stole, embedded with a blue diamond worth around £2,000."
"Diamond: the stone that radiates exquisiteness for all eternity," Lau's voice interrupted. Sure enough, Lau was there. "All that awaits those mesmerized by its shine is destruction. However, even knowing that, it is said that it is impossible to resist."
Abberline stood up and asked in shock, "How do you know about the Shard of Hope?"
"Shard of Hope?" Ciel echoed.
"Huh? What? What?" Lau asked curiously, Ran-Mao in his arms."There's really a gem like that?"
"Huh? But just now, you…"
Ciel groaned, "He was just joining in. Don't any attention to him. More importantly, Lau, why are you here?"
"Because this is my restaurant, your Excellency," Lau answered. Behind him, the oriental waitresses giggled playfully.
"I see."
"By the way, it seems you're having an interesting conversation, Young Earl." Lau grinned. "Will you please fill me in on the details?"
"Have you heard anything?" Lau propped up a seat, Ran-Mao sitting on his lap. "Its part of Lord Henry Hope's collection; a blue diamond that has become known as the Hope Diamond."
"Nope. Nothing."
"It is a devilish stone that is rumored to have brought all its owners unfortunate fate, from Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette and so on," Ciel explained darkly. "After disappearing from the world, the stone was divided in order to hide its past. It was cut, and a small shard was taken off." He numbly stroked his own blue diamond ring. "Consequently, one of the two shards of the Hope Diamond is what you searching for. Correct, Abberline?"
The detective nodded, "The carriage was attacked while it was being transported as evidence, and it was stolen."
Ciel leaned forward, "This is quite intriguing. Tell me more." He smirked. "I'll participate in this matter, too. I won't force you to tell me. However, if you refuse, your superior, Lord Randall, might end up in quite a predicament." Abberline looked disturbed at such a dark promise.
Paula cried happily, "My Lady, aren't these just wonderful?" she held up twin bells in her hands.
"No! They're not cute at all!" Lizzie scoffed.
"Oh, r-really?" she shook the bells a bit, they chimed softly. "I think they're rather cute. Jingle jingle!"
"Paula, you don't get it at all! Fine, I'll just search on my own," with that the noble girl walked off.
"Please wait, my Lady!" Paula howled squeaked chasing after her mistress. Passing by was a very colorful handsome man. He spun a music box, looking like he came from a circus. He wore a top hat with a feather in it, a colorful coat; he had orange hair like a carrot, and a strange tattoo on his face. Calm smiled on his pale face, his violet eyes shining. "My Lady!" Paula cried after Lizzie.
The man stop, his head turning a fully around with a machine-like creek. He smirked deviously.
Ciel stared deadpanned at the sight before him. "Is it really here?" he asked Abberline. He, Abberline, Lau, and his butlers behind him.
"Yeah. Apparently, quite a few people have died of frostbite, so he decided to set up a shop." Abberline shrugged.
"Th-That's quite a smart business move. To think he of all people is here at such a lively event," Allen smiled nervously.
"Earl, the name of this shop…it can't be…" said Lau.
It was. It was a tent set up by the Undertaker himself, complete with door, coffin, and skull on the sign. That bluntly read Undertaker.
Abberline stepped forward, "Since I especially permitted you to tag along, please wait here, outside."
"Ah, sir! Mister Abberline, that's not a smart move," Allen started. Abberline ignored him and slipped into the shop. Allen sighed at his stupidity for a moment. "How reckless," he commented.
"That is but a privilege of youth," Lau stated. He turned to the Earl, "So, where is this?"
Allen and Ciel barked, "The Undertaker's shop! We met him during the Jack the Ripper incident, remember?" Lau nodded, finally remembering. Allen sighed, "He'll be in tears in a moment."
Ciel then started to order, "Sebastian, get ready to-" but his order was interrupted by the loud bellowing insane laughter of the Undertaker. Once again, the sign fell off due to the tremor of laughter. Both Ciel and Allen were disturbed, but curious, the Earl and his servants with Lau entered the shop.
His foot twitching, the Undertaker sat up, clutching his gut. He cackled insanely "You're amazing. You have definitely chosen the wrong profession," he pointed to Abberline. A trail of drool dripped from his mouth, "As a comic, you could be world-renowned." He giggled madly.
"Just what did you do?" Allen asked amazed.
"I-I just started talking as I normally do," Abberline answered a bit freaked. "but then this guy suddenly…" The Undertaker chuckled amused.
"Abberline, what a fearsome person…" Ciel frowned.
Sebastian glared darkly at the detective, "It seems you are quite skilled, Mr. Inspector."
"No, I'm just..." Abberline gulped.
The flames of rivalry burned between the black butler and human inspector. Allen stared deadpanned in fear as he was between it all, getting burned.
Ciel then slammed his hands on the coffin table. "Tell us about the ring, Undertaker; the one that the body you disposed of this morning was supposed to have." he demanded. The Undertaker cackled softly.
"There's a possibility that it was buried around the area he was found in." Abberline added. "I implore you on behalf of all the good citizens of London, such as yourself, please assist us with investigation." He bowed his head to add to his pleading.
The Undertaker let out a few more laughs, "I have been highly impressed by you, Inspector. I'll tell you. The ring is..."
Outside, the Undertaker led the nobles, inspector, and butlers to the ice sculpture from before. "See? Over there." He pointed it out. The blue diamond ring was on the sculpture woman's icy finger. Abberline did a Shriek gasped, that such an obvious place was looked over.
Lau grinned, "I guess one of the ice sculptors here happened to come across the frozen ring, and in order to take advantage of it, they made it into a statue."
"Get it out! Right now!" Abberline ordered his fellow Scotland Yard underlings. "Understood!"
"What are you doing, you ignorant whelp?" an older man interrupted. He was an old man with a big bushy beard, him and few other noble looking adults were scowling at the group. Allen's eyes noticed the youngest of the group, dressed elegantly in white with platinum blonde hair. Allen pointed a shaky finger, jaw dropped.
It was Viscount Druitt. He held a pure winter rose in his hand saying, "The holy maiden is something that will be presented to the winner." He kissed the rose charmingly. Playfully wagging his finger, like scolding a child, he chimed, "You mustn't touch it."
Ciel felt a shudder run down his spine. That, that perverse man was here. Free, cavorting about and such "Viscount Druitt!" he gasped.
There he stood elegantly and charmingly. Like a prince. Viscount Druitt, the one who should've been locked up since the party investigation during the Ripper case for the doings of black magic, occult, and selling young ladies.
"The contest judges?" Allen noticed.
"Why is he one of them?" Ciel asked ruefully.
Allen tilted his head, "Wasn't he taken in by Scotland Yard for people trafficking?"
Abberline answered, "He was released a few days ago."
"Money, huh?" Ciel grumbled.
Abberline stepped forward and apologized to the judges, "I'm sorry. Scotland Yard will have to take this statue into its possession now."
The bearded man frowned, "No! Even if you are from Scotland Yard, we will not permit anyone to have their own at the Frost Fayre, the peak of excitement for all the townsfolk."
"Beauty is something to be adored," Druitt chimed in, "Are you people trying to force shame on this beautiful maiden?" he asked dramatically, referring to the statue.
"Like you're one to talk," Allen heard Ciel utter.
"If you really want her, then just bring out enough beauty to satisfy her." Druitt smirked. The Hope Diamond ring seemed to gleam in the sunlight.
"As expected of one who loves fine art, beauty, and cuisine," the judge praised the Viscount. "It's as Viscount Druitt says. If you want this statue, win the contest."
Ciel smirked, "I see. I can agree with that. The ring will belong to the one who wins the contest. It's simple and clean."
"Master Ciel?" Abberline looked to the boy.
"I will obtain the ring," Ciel stated simply.
"That's a stolen object!" Abberline hissed. "It's also important evidence in the serial kidnappings of several young girls!" Abberline realize what he said covered his mouth with regret.
Ciel satisfied with this new little tidbit, said, "I see. So that's why Scotland Yard is in such a frenzy searching for it."
"Even so, it is true that those in possession of the ring have met ill fates, one after the other. It really does fit its name of the cursed stone, and yet you still…"
"Cursed, huh?" Ciel gave a small smiled, holding up his own blue diamond ring that rested on his thumb. "Then, it really does fit me.
The Undertaker then brought up, "That reminds me. Your ring also has a beautiful blue stone set in it, doesn't it, Earl?"
"Yes."
"You should be careful," The creepy man grinned, "Diamonds are hard, but for all their hardness, they're fragile. If you overexert yourself too much, it may shatter.
"What of it?" Ciel growled. He smirked, looking at his family's ring. "This body and this ring are both things that have shattered and been revived." He kissed the ring briefly. The butler watched in their master's speech. "As if I would fear the shattering after everything I've been though." Sebastian's lips played a smirked while Allen gave a plastic smile of comfort and understanding. Ciel turned to his butlers, "Win the contest, Allen, Sebastian."
"Yes, my Lord!"
Thus the ice sculpting contest began. Scotland Yard officers guarded the prize statue. From afar, the three criminals were plotting, "I guess we have no choice. Go fill in the application form."
"Are you serious?"
"We're Irish! Like we'd lose to those English ponces when it comes to ice and snow!"
"Y-Yeah!"
"And if it comes down to it…" he pointed to a couple of barrels with skulls and crossbones on them.
"And now we will commence the traditional Frost Fayre Ice Sculpture contest." The presenter announced. "The time limit is three p.m.!" The contestants were Abberline and the Scotland Yard, Sebastian and Allen, Lau, and the three Irish men. "Well, then! Please begin!"
Paula jingled her little bells, "My Lady, it seems there is some kind of event taking place!" hearing the commotion from the contest.
Lizzie, who was browsing, frowned and ignored it. Her mind on Ciel. She still had regrets on smashing Ciel's family ring from the little party she held months ago with Ciel. Her childish ways got the better of her in selfishness. She apologized to Ciel in her head once again, knowing she needed to make it up.
Then something caught her eye. It was the Ark that Ciel had critiqued earlier that day. She remembered the days of joy, how that ark brought joy to Ciel in days of young. "Show me that!" she asked the clerk.
Big Ben ranged hitting the third hour. The time was up, "Well then, we shall now commence the judging!" The Irish men were wheezing and panting like dogs, while Sebastian didn't even break a sweat. Allen, however, wiped sweat off his cold brow.
"First up is the 'Joyful Scotland Yard' Team with their, 'Guardian of London'!" the announcer presented. A perfect detailed sculptor of Lord Randall was submitted, the Scotland Yard, along with Abberline, saluted it. Druitt shook his head. The scores were: 1,2,1,1,0. A total of 5 points. The Yard sighed defeated, the head of the Randall statue fell off.
"Next is the 'A Chinese is Best is Miniskirt Form" Team, but…" Lau's submission of a detailed naked statue of Ran-Mao, which had her private parts covered up by blushing workers. "Due to circumstances beyond our control, we are not able to judge it here."
Lau tilted his head, "Why?"
"There's no way they could show that in public!" Ciel shouted angrily.
"I think hiding it like that is more perverted."
The judges' scores were all X's, except for Druitt who judged a 10 calmly. Ciel looked to his butler, "You both can win, right, Sebastian?" he asked.
"Of course. Once you have given an order, I exist but to fulfill it. Allen is just putting on the finishing touches on it," Sebastian replied coolly.
"Next up is the 'Queen's Woof Woof' Team with Noah's Ark!" behind a curtain was the sculpture. It dropped and Druitt gasped.
"What magnificent proportions," The bearded judge said in awe. "This is precisely what ice art is!" It was a large sculpted ark made from ice, sparkling in the sun. Allen stood in sculpture ark waving to the crowd grinning.
"This is amazing!" the announcer cried. "It can even hold up a human being without cracking! Well then, please give your results,' he asked the judges.
"Please wait," Sebastian abruptly interrupted. "You have not seen everything yet." Sebastian snapped his fingers, and Allen leapt out of the ark, to let the top part split in two. On top now, was a sculpture of realistic animals. In the middle of the animals was the man to be believed as Noah, which surprisingly looked like Allen.
"Amazing!" the crowed said in awe. "It's like it's alive!"
Allen blushed embarrassed, scratching his head sheepishly. Ciel smiled
The bearded man then said, "I see! He made the joints in the roof weak on purpose so that, in time, they would melt and fall off!"
"Oh! Oh!" Druitt moaned in ecstasy. "God's Rage! The only one to escape unscathed in the blazing storm was Noah!" Druitt pictured a Noah dressed Sebastian and an actual Noah Allen beside Sebastian facing the storm. Allen chuckled amused. If only they knew the true secret of Noah. "Leading his paired animals, waiting for the time of regeneration, as they drift the waves."
"Young man, I am completely astounded!" the elderly judge said. "To be able to see such couple of high class ice sculptors…"
"No, I am just one hell of a butler,"
"And I just helped with the details," The two butlers smiled.
"Boss, we can't win against that," one of the men said as they stood by their statue, of a strange monster man.
"Damn. Then, we have no choice but to…"
The announcer then said, "Well then, let's go to the grading."
"Wait right there!" the Irish man barked, near the trophy statue. "This ring was originally ours. Sorry, but I'll have you return it."
"What? You people aren't the…' Abberline gasped.
The Irishman took out a gun, "That's right. We're the bombing thief ring that's been the talk of the town lately." He opened his coat, revealing that rows of dynamite sticks strapped to his chest. His lackeys kicked over the barrels, revealing inside that they were filled with dynamite. The boss took out a lighter, "I'll count down from ten," he lit it with a sneer, "If you don't want to die, then get lost!" He began counting. "Ten!" the crowd of civilians took out
"Young Master?" Allen looked to his master.
"Nine!"
"My orders haven't changed," Ciel said stiffly, "Do it, Sebastian, Allen."
"Yes, my Lord!"
"Eight!"
Abberline, who was trafficking the citizens to safety, turned to Ciel and called to him, "What are you doing? Get out of there this minute, Master Ciel!"
"Seven!"
Ciel turned away, "If you want to run, then do so! Don't pay attention to me."
"Six!"
"Like I could do that!" Ciel turned around, slightly surprised at what Abberline aid. "I became a police officer to protect the people."
"Five!"
"In order to protect everyone!"
"Four!"
Ciel sneered, "What an idiot."
Abberline ran to fight the Irishman forward to try to at least help. But he was stop when a bullet nearly missed his foot. "Don't get one step closer," the criminal growled. He pointed his gun at Ciel, "I'm down to the last three. Are you really little nobleman?"
"I have no need to," Ciel shot back boldly. "because…" suddenly, Sebastian and Allen, on skates, leapt over, kicking away the gun and lighter. The two were skating together, Allen in Sebastian's arms as they skid like a pair of figure skaters.
"What?" the other two criminals began shooting at the butlers. The two skated so face across the icy surface, the bullets missed. Sebastian released Allen, who began to spin and jump forward.
"That's the legendary quadruple spin jump!" The bearded judge said in awe.
"It's like the gallant swan and black bird dancing together upon a world of white and silver!" Druitt swooned. "Enchanted by that smirking face and with those innocent eyes, being overcome with delight, maidens reach for those wings," an image of Ciel back when he was disguising himself as a girl was vivid in the viscount's mind. Ciel shuddered, disturbed.
Allen nailed a perfect landing and returned skating with his black partner. Together on one legs in perfection, they kicked away the men down, their guns sliding away. The scored for that were, "Ten! Ten! Ten! Ten! Ten! It's a full score!"
"Damn. You brat." The Irish boss snarled. He took out a cigarette light from his coat pocket and lit a dynamite stick, throwing it at the young Earl, "Be blown to smithereens, then!"
Immediately before the dynamite even reached the boy, he was snatched into the arm of Allen who smiled. "This is my first time actually ice-skating." He admitted as he held his master to his chest. The two butlers lifted their master high in the air with their combined strength. The dynamite exploded the three were safe and away.
"Damn. Those monsters." The Irishman cursed. He lit dynamite with his cigarette lighter and threw it again at the Phantomhive. He lit more and more, throwing as many as he could after them. But time and time again, the butlers avoided the explosions. He was stopped by one of his lackeys. "Stop it, Boss! Have you forgotten? We're standing on ice!" the Irish boss sad made a circle of explosions, surrounding them and the statue. Then the ice below them began to shatter and crack.
"Sebastian! Allen!" Ciel said. Sebastian smirked and picked Allen up by his ankles, and Allen took Ciel by his wrists as Sebastian began a line of twirling and hurdling. Sebastian grinned with that, launching a screaming Allen and Ciel into the air. Ciel clanged to Allen as they screamed in midair. The ice of the ravine shattered and went down, along with the men and the statue.
The perfect frozen river was shattered. Everyone had gotten out safely. "Master Ciel…" Abberline murmured.
Lau grinned, "It really is quite sturdy.
The misty debris cleared, and through it, floating threw the water to land on that ice sculpture ark was Sebastian, and Ciel and Allen who were completely safe.
Druitt exclaimed in pure bliss, "The ship sails, leaving behind people's despair! The ship sails, along with the world's future, carrying the chosen hope with it."The two female judges blushed at his romantic deep speech. "Onward, to a winding, dreamlike journey, the ship sails!"
"It's Noah!" the beaded judged claimed, tears in his eyes. "It is the living incarnation of Noah! A biblical miracle has occurred on the Thames!"
"That was a rather rough method," Ciel commented as they floated on the Thames.
Sebastian bowed, "I apologize. I only though that ridding myself of the baggage weighing me down was the appropriate course of action."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Allen asked a bit offended. Ciel just glared. Ciel looked down into the river. Ciel sighed, "And so the Shard of Hope will sleep at the bottom of the Thames."
Allen leaned on the icy rails, looking out, "I suppose that is amusing in its own way."
"It will curse London," Sebastian said gloomily.
Ciel said, "If it ended like that, then it would show that was all there was to this town and country." He looked to his own blue diamond ring. "After all, we Phantomhives have always…" he watched a few innocent men being pulled to surface. "Allen, you said Noah was arrogant, but isn't wishing and striving to save everyone even more arrogant and foolish," he was looking and referring of course, to Abberline and his personal mission in life.
Sebastian nodded, "It appears so."
Allen smiled softly, "I was like that once. Foolish, arrogant. I used to want to save everyone, now I realized I should only save the few who are precious to me," He mused.
Ciel smiled to Abberline, then to Allen, "However, every so often, an idiot like that isn't so bad." He pat Allen's white hair playfully. Allen smiled, pulling the boy into an unwanted hug.
Abberline saw Ciel get pulled into a hug, standing on that ice ark. "Master Ciel, just what are you…"
The toy ark fell to the floor, braking with a thud. "My Lady!" Paula said concerned.
Lizzie frowned, tears welling up in her eyes. "Father said this was clearly a fake. How horrible! Just when I thought I'd found something to cheer Ciel up!" she sobbed.
"Please, my Lady, don't be so glum!" Paula tried cheering her up. She tried cheering her up with her new jingle bells.
"Leave me alone!" Lizzie cried. With a heavy heart, Paula left Lizzie in her room. The blonde girl fell to her knees. She bowed her head, "Ciel, I'm sorry. I wanted to give you a wonderful present." She noticed a glam within the top house of the broken fake toy ark. She took the ring, gold with a blue familiar diamond in it.
In a dark room far into London, a music box was being played. The colorful man from earlier that day had his hand over his chest, speaking with his master, "I thought the Shard of Hope would find its own master by itself." He bowed, in a creaking machine-like way. "Master."
The strange machine-like man's master sat in a chair, back turned, staring out of the window.
The cogs had been set in motions.
And done! We now enter another ark, the Shard of Hope ark or the Drocell ark. Yay Drocell is come! Everyone's favorite creepy puppet man! This must be the quickest I've ever updated in one week. God I have no life…oh well! It is what it is. Anyone, since last filler chapter, Allen now has long hair tied in a ponytail. If any of you ever read the manga, you know at one point that Allen's hair did grow to up his mid back, which he tied into a ponytail. It'll stay that way for the rest of the story, and its sequel when I make it.
Keep on the love, more stories from my fan please. Fanart is wanted and appreciated.
*rides off in sports car of Yaoi*