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, Desolate
The light of day shone in dark and empty room in an old stone castle. The door opened, revealing Sebastian in a black 14th century servant's uniform. On a silk white bed in the room, lying on it was Allen in similar uniform as Sebastian's, who was fast asleep, being cuddled up to by two young boys. Sebastian chuckled, waking the white-haired boy, who smiled softly with a yawn. Allen wriggled out of the boys' grip and straightened himself and is appearance up, and put a book of Grimm's Fairytales away.
"Young Master, it is time for you to wake up," Sebastian said as he poured tea into it. Allen smiled as he removed the covers from the boys' heads.
"You are not addressing me in the proper way," the elder of the boys said.
Sebastian bowed, "Please forgive my insolence, Highness. Your Majesty."
In bed were two blonde boys. The elder one, long longer wavy golden hair, got up and glared at the black butler, while the younger one was picked up by Allen, still asleep, hugging onto a skull.
You may wonder why Allen and Sebastian are serving two blonde boys? It all started yesterday, in the early morning, during Ciel's morning bath "Ludlow Castle?" Allen tilted his head as he served his washed his master's hair.
Ciel nodded, "If I remember correctly, it should be undergoing reconstruction into a hotel.
"This is a message from the site manager," Sebastian said presenting a letter on a silver tray. Allen looked over it as he rinsed his master's hair of suds. "He wishes to discontinue construction and reverse the contract.
Ciel closed his eyes, and stood up from his bathe. Allen immediately wrapped a towel around the boy's naked wet body. Ciel looked over the letter, putting his hands on his hips, a forever red brand on his side of his chest.
Later on in the day the Earl and his servants made their way to the countryside where Ludlow Castle laid. An old 14th century castle made from stone. "Good grief. What a good-for-nothing!" Ciel complained. Allen admired the old architecture of the castle, chuckling at Ciel's frustrations and ranting, "Laying down his work because he's afraid of ghost?"
After parking the carriage, the Earl and butlers wandered the construction site. "As if something like this could possibly…" Ciel continued, but he stopped, glaring at Sebastian.
"Is something the matter?" Sebastian asked innocently.
"Nothing at all," Ciel said swiftly, "Let us finish this quickly and head home."
"As you wish,"
The door to the old castle was opened with an eerie creak. The master and his servants walked in slowly, Allen stopped looking at a portrait of two regal looking boys. "Children…?"
"I believe I have seen this painting before." Ciel said. "Could it be a replica?"
Suddenly the doors behind them shut. Allen rushed to the door, pulling at them. "Shut and locked." He grunted returning to his master. He followed after them as they continue their trek into the castle. They came to a room, a lit candelabra illuminating the dark gloomy room.
Suddenly, more candelabras alight on their own. A boy's voice asked, "You, there! Who gave you permission to enter?
"Sebastian, do you have any idea why there's a travelling entertainer here?" Ciel asked uninterested.
"Hey! I resent that!" Allen piped up.
"How rude," the boy's voice said, making it sound like he was pouting a bit. Like a translucent phantom, a boy around Ciel's age dressed in 14th century noble lad's wear with wavy golden hair appeared, his arms folded and a frown on his face. The room soon became illuminated into light by the candles. "I am Edward V. King of England!"
Ciel and Allen stared at amazement of the ghostly boy who claimed to be a king. "What's going on here?" Allen asked in a hushed tone.
"It would seem that the painting is genuine," Sebastian concluded softly. He then began to explain haunting tale of the painting, "Rumor has it that about 400 years ago, Edward V. who was soon to receive the crown, and his younger brother, Richard, were confined in the Tower of London, where they were eventually assassinated by their own relatives, who sought the throne. The brothers spent their childhood in this castle. It is possible that they returned home as mere sprits."
"Such a sad story," Allen whimpered a bit, giggling then after.
Ciel sighed, "Even though it was just a few months, the fact is, he was a king. We have no choice." He nodded to his butlers, giving them the silent order.
"We understand," the butler nodded back.
"What are you talking about?" Edward asked.
The butlers stepped forward and bowed. Sebastian then said politely, "Our Master, Earl Ciel Phantomhive, is at your service, Your Majesty."
Ciel then stepped before the little king, kneeling before him, "Please excuse me improper demeanor," he said standing up, his head bowed, "I was not aware of Your Majesty's presence."
"Very well. I forgive you. It is rare for me to receive a guest."
"Even though Your Majesty calls me a guest, this castle is the property of my company now."
"So, you will be the new administrator, I presume?"
"No, Your Majesty." Ciel looked to the prince, a mature cold glare, "Let me make this clear. I wish for Your Majesty to vacate this castle."
Edward leered, "Are you telling a king and his brother, who have been living here for the past 400 years to leave?"
Ciel smirked, "Needless to say, you will be compensated. It is my intention to comply absolutely with Your Majesty's will. Let us discuss a way of reaching an agreement satisfactory to both sides." Allen looked to see a young boy peeking from behind a door with a skull in his hands. The boy moved, smiling at Allen.
"Oh," the king noticed his younger brother smiling at Allen, and then Sebastian. "it seems that my younger brother, Richard, has taken a liking to those servants."
"These are my butlers, Sebastian Michaelis and Allen Walker." Ciel nodded, the butler's bowing.
Richard looked to the skull, "Every day must be fun if you have a pair of butlers. Don't you think so?"
"Indeed, and given they seem to be a rather extraordinary duo of butlers, this will undoubtedly become quite interesting." Edward smirked, he looked to the pair of butlers.
Edward and Ciel then set up a game of chess, the game of kings and aristocrats. "If I win, those butlers will be mine." Edward set up the bargain. "Should you win, you may do whatever you desire with the castle."
"Do not, regret that." Ciel smirked devilishly. He was a chess master.
"Why am I always up for sale?" Allen sighed. Richard giggled at Allen's despair, hugging his skull.
"Let us okay fairly," Edward smirked deviously as they began to move out their pawns. "It would be no fun otherwise."
Ciel made his move, "I feel the same way."
The game went on for what seemed like hours. The young prince, and the butlers watching the game that would decide the Phantomhive butlers. "I will keep my promise," Ciel smiled, using his knight to knockout his queen.
"Of course you will," Edward said curtly, he raised his knights, which radiated and morphed into a queen. Allen gasped, was that even possible, or allowed? Using his new queen, he took out the king. "Oh, that it checkmate."
Ciel stared in disbelief, "Your Majesty! Did you lie when you spoke of playing fairly?
"What did you just say," the young dead king hissed, radiating an ominous dark aura, "I never lie! I detest lies!" he raised his winning queen, "This is my chess piece. I am just using my individual abilities to best effect." The queen morphed into a king.
"Your Majesty, please allow me to speak," Allen said abruptly. He bowed his head politely.
Edward's aura stopped and he looked to the teen, "You have my permission, Butler."
"It looks as though my master is forgetting his very own credo," Allen bowed smiling a bit.
"What?" Ciel whispered.
"My master firmly believes," Allen said with a smirk, "that a person who fails to fully utilize the pieces in his hand, because he abides by some superficial rules, is a fool."
Ciel bit his lips frustrated. Edward shrugged, "Oh. Well, there is no problem, then. Now then, Richard," his younger brother smiled, looking at him from behind his seat.
Richard giggled, and trotted to Allen, right into his arms. Allen looked down, at the smiling ghostly boy; he smiled softly and hugged him back. The prince tugged on Sebastian's sleeve, smiling sweetly.
Ciel looked at the scene, ordering, "This is an order. You are to serve them wholeheartedly until they are completely satisfied."
"Are you sure?" Sebastian asked his master.
Ciel looked away, a bit peeved, "It can't be helped. I lost."
The butlers bowed, "Yes, my lord."
Edward, contented, said, "Good. Then it is settled. These butlers will probably not die from some petty thing. It seems they will be able to continue working for me forever."
"We will give our best." Allen said to the king. He gulped a bit, forever was a long time. The sound of babysitting 2 ghostly royal brats for the rest of his mortal days did not sound appealing. Even if he was going to be cooped up with Sebas…oh wait this was starting to sound a bit better. Allen smiled, in good thought, petting Richard's head.
"Phantomhive, I lack diversion," Edward stated. "Visit me, as a guest."
Ciel nodded his head, "It would be an honor." He looked up to see his butlers leave with the royal children. Allen and Sebastian being tugged away.
Edward then briefed his prize butlers, "As you both are ours now, the first thing I'll do is have you both take off those unrefined, crow-like tailcoats."
And that's what happened. Ciel lost a bet to a ghostly King, losing his demon and exorcist butler to them. And so we return to the morning, Allen and Sebastian dressed frilled up in black servant's clothing, wearing their hair tied in cloth ribbons.
Sebastian was doing the ironing, Richard watching him intently. Allen made the tea, Richard watching him intently. Richard asked his skull, "I wonder what it is."
"These are Indian tea leaves, discovered at the turn of the century," Allen explained with a kind, motherly, smile. "Your Royal Highness."
When Sebastian was ironing the shoelaces, Richard asked his skull, "Even the shoelaces being ironed. I wonder why."
As Sebastian shined the shoes, he explained, "It is a treatment befitting the footwear of a person of rank."
Richard hummed, looking at his skull, "I haven't worried about that at all. I never go outside, you know." Allen glanced at him.
After the ironing of the frills, Sebastian asked, "Lord Richard, will you be changing your attire for dinner?"
"Yes."
"Then Allen shall change you. You can leave this in my keeping then." Sebastian tried to take the skull.
"No!" the young prince said, turning away.
Allen kneeled to eye level with the boy. "But you cannot change when your hands are occupied. "
"This is a very, very important item." Richard said cuddling the skull.
Allen smiled, "To whom does it belong, I wonder?"
"I won't tell you!"
"So, that's how it is," Sebastian said. He began shining the silverware. Allen chuckled a bit.
Shyly, Richard asked, "Do you want to know?"
"Will you tell us?" Sebastian asked.
"I will not!"
"So, that is how it is," Sebastian replied calmly.
The little prince looked at the skull, "Because it will feel sad if I hand it over."
"So, that is how it is," Sebastian said calmly.
Allen groaned, "How what is? I don't get it." He put his hands on his hips. Sebastian smiled at him and gave him a trap of tea. Allen blinked, sighed, and presented the tea to the prince.
Meanwhile, in the library, Ciel was researching the mystery of the princes. He read, "In the year 1483, the two princes disappeared from the Tower of London. Some 200 years later, the corpses of two children were discovered. Did they really belong to the princes? Who was it that-"
"Who was it that killed them?" Edward finished Ciel's speculation. "To call upon the dead themselves is, most likely, the only way to uncover the truth." He sat across from the Earl. "Unfortunately, I am not able to reply.
"Your Majesty…" Ciel rose from his seat, but was halted by Edward's hand, so he sat back down.
Edward continued, "I do not recall anything about the day we were killed. When I regained consciousness, I was dead and in this castle"
"Your Majesty is very kind," Ciel complimented the king.
"How so?"
"In my case, I will not forget, for all eternity the ones who humiliated me."
"Nonetheless, it has been 400 years." Edward avowed, "The ones who killed us and those who tried to protect us are all long dead. By now, I am not even able to recall the last sensation."
"Pain fades away with the flow of time. Still, I do not desire to be healed by time."
"You are strong, Phantomhive." Edward sneered. Allen rang the gong for dinner. "What is that?
Ciel stood up, "The preparations for dinner seem complete."
"Ah, I see." Edward stood up as well. "Time flies when I am talking to you."
At dinner, Ciel exchanged stares with the dead royalties. "I do not mind if you disregard the stiff etiquette." Edward said as he and his brother had their chairs pushed in.
"Thank you," Ciel agreed. On his own he sat and pushed in his chair.
Sebastian presented and placed the dinner, "Roasted wild rabbit served with red currant jelly and accompanied by local leeks."
Allen poured the drink into the glasses elegantly. "This is Claret," Allen added.
Richard gave a small smile, looking to his skull, "He says it is Mr. Rabbit." He giggled childishly.
Allen took another plate and served the dinner to Ciel. Ciel asked the teen quietly, "Were you able to discover anything?" Allen did not answer but gave him his meal. "Hey, Allen! Sebastian, answer me!"
Allen smirked, "A guest should mind his manners. The proper way to conduct a dinner is a engage in pleasant conversation with the person seated next to you." He lectured.
"Next to me? What a…' Ciel growled, he had was far end of the table the prince and king at the other end. "There is no way pleasant conversation could occur with a person sitting that far away!"
"Why is the guest making such a racket?" Edward snorted.
Ciel frowned, "I merely inquired to whether my butlers has made any careless mistakes."
"Sebastian and Allen-ma are our butlers." Richard protested, looking to his skull. Allen tilted his head at the end, Allen-ma?
Ciel choked a bit on his own words, "Ugh. That's right."
Edward raised his glass, "Well then, let us drink to a new friend and two new butlers!"
Richard mimicked, "Cheers!" and took a sip. Yet Ciel did not.
"Is something the matter, Phantomhive?" Edward asked the Earl.
"No. Nothing at all." He annoying tapped his finger on the empty glass. Allen chuckled nervously, he forgot to fill the Earl's glass.
That night, Ciel was fast asleep. He was woken by a presence, "Sebastian? Allen?" he looked up. He looked around, nowhere to be seen or found. He was alone. He looked around the room, on a chair, was neatly pressed and folded clothes. Ciel sighed and changed into those clothes, putting on a plush robe and his shoes.
He kneeled to tie his own shoes, only to do a mediocre job. Ciel, who had everything handed and done for him, could not tie his own shoes. He need servants, for he couldn't take care of himself. Ciel tried again to tie his shoe.
"Really, you should at least be able to tie your shoelaces yourself," Allen said, appearing next to him, tying his master's shoes.
"Allen!" Ciel looked up, Sebastian leaning on the doorframe of his room. He blushed, embarrassed. "What of the princes? Surely you both didn't come all the way here for the sole purpose of laughing at me?"
Sebastian smirked, "Though your face, indescribably baffled by a single thin string, was surely a sight to behold…"
"Be quiet!" Ciel hissed. Allen giggled, finishing tying Ciel's shoes. He stood and pat the boy's ashy hair.
"We came because we were ordered to take good care of our guest. I have to return soon to read a story to Lord Richard," Allen explained. They bowed, "Well then, good night." The two turned, Allen in Sebastian's arms, leaving. Ciel glared at their backs, the Sebastian smirked, feeling the heat of glare. Once they were in the hall, Sebastian kissed Allen's head. "Very good pet…very good." He praised.
Ciel wandered the halls alone. He managed to find a wandering Edward, and then began to follow after where he was going. He followed the dead ghostly young king into the library, where he disappeared. He ran his hands through the bookcase, finding one out of place. 'This book is a fake which means there should be a secret door somewhere...'
"Can we help you?" Sebastian asked, Allen by his side. Ciel noticed Allen's hair was slightly messed up from something. His lips red and used.
Ciel shuddered, he didn't want to know. Ciel asked bluntly, "What do you want?" Sebastian pressed the fake book, opening it to show a keyhole. Sebastian took out a key from his jacket pocket, "Hey, Sebastian!"
"Is something the matter, dear guest?" Sebastian asked. "Do you not wish to proceed inside?"
"I don't recall giving you an order," Ciel frowned. "Why are you acting on your own free will?"
"It is part of the service," Allen smiled, putting his hands on his shoulders. Ciel grunted, not getting it.
Sebastian explained, "The key to satisfying a guest during his stay is to foresee his wishes and act accordingly at all times." Sebastian and Allen smiled brightly, chorusing proudly, "It is only natural for a butler of His Royal Highness and King of England to be able to do this much."
"I will kill you both." Ciel swore.
"Well then, do you wish me to unlock the door?" Sebastian asked.
"Open it."
"As you wish." Sebastian bowed. Sebastian entered the key into the lock and turned it. The bookcase pushed back, sliding through, showing a hidden passageway.
Ciel stared as they walked through the hall of the passageway. "This is…" Skeleton versions of the Virgin Mary and her Son, old skeletons littered the floors on the room.
"It seems to be the charnel house," Allen observed. He and Ciel stepped on a bone in their path.
"Please be careful," Edward appeared before them. "It has been a long time since last a human being set foot in here."
"Your Majesty, this room…" Allen looked around.
"Originally, it was an underground prison." Edward explained. He picked up a lying skull from the ground, "Criminals who were not permitted a burial on the church grounds got thrown in here, and were finally forgotten completely, even by the Shinigami themselves." The skull had a little dark aura halo whizzing around its head. "Their souls are not able to open a path to Heaven." The dark souls of the prisoners lit the halls' candles. "At some point, I decided to create a memorial." He moved away showing an ancient chessboard, skulls aligned the squares.
"Please allow me to introduce my father," Edward began with each skull on each chess position square. "My father is the king. The queen is my mother. Perhaps a somewhat ordinary, uninspired role allocation. Earl Rivers is a rook. My uncle is a bishop. The whole family is reunited as a bone parade."
Ciel noticed that one square was empty, a skull was missing. "A knight is missing," Allen noticed aloud.
"This place is meant for Richard."
"Are you not able to find him?" Ciel asked.
"That is not the reason. The skull is here. I had it sent here from the Tower of London some 200 years ago. However, Richard is not willing to let go of it." Allen gasped softly, remembering the skull the little boy clanged to no matter what. Edward looked to Ciel, "You know, Phantomhive, I just want to see my little brother off to the throne of God, where there is no pain and no suffering."
Ciel's face darkened, "You mean Heaven?" Sebastian smirked, pulling Allen's cursed.
"Yes. My wish will be fulfilled if this memorial is perfected."
Ciel scoffed, "In other words, you will be satisfied if you acquire the skull?" he smirked deviously. "You wish to have it in your possession no matter the cost."
"Yes. In that case, surely…"
Ciel turned to his butlers, "Sebastian, Allen."
"Yes."
"This is an order: reclaim that skull."
The butler bowed, "Yes, my Lord." And they were off.
"And move the chessboard to the hall," Ciel added.
"As you wish."
Edward frowned, tilting his head, "What are the three of you doing?"
"Fulfilling your wish," Ciel smirked, "using the most expedient method."
As commanded, the chessboard was moved to the dining room. Ciel sat as Edward stood, waiting for the butlers to return. "Please stop!" Richard cried, struggling in Sebastian's arm. "Allen-ma, stop Sebastian!"
Allen smiled, patting the thrashing boy's head, "I beg your pardon, Lord Richard," Sebastian smiled. He dangled the boy by the collar.
Ciel smirked, "What a shame. Here I was, hoping to see fight between a demon, an exorcist, and a ghost. How boring."
"Let go of me, Sebastian. Only Allen-ma can carry me!" Richard whined, "Brother! Brother!"
"Richard!" Edward frowned; He looked to the dark earl, saying "Can you not be a little gentler?"
"I really find it comprehensible that you left a problem of this degree unattended for 200 years." Ciel criticized the King.
"But I never intended to make my little brother cry."
Allen reached to take the skull, "Don't!" Richard cried.
"Richard!"
Ciel sneered coldly, "See? We secured the item you desired."
Allen held the skull, smiling brightly. Richard struggled to reach and grab the skull back, "Don't! I told you, don't…Brother! My brother will…"
Edward gritted his teeth. He ordered, "Let Richard go! This is my order as the king!" Sebastian smirked cruelly. "Brother!" Richard blubbered.
Edward got furious, that ghostly aura radiating from him. He raised his scepter, trying to strike the butler down, who'd dodged easily. Edward landed on the floor. Sebastian bowed, "Oh, I beg your pardon."
"Nonetheless, Your Majesty is a somewhat impotent King," Allen sighed, holding the skull close to him, moving to his master. Richard began to sob in panic.
Edward gasped as his brother's weeping. The king's eyes went dull. Sebastian adjusted his hold on the prince, which reminded Edward of the hold their assassinator held on him on the day of their deaths. "Stop it!" the king got up. "I said stop it, Phantomhive."
Allen handed the Earl the skull, Ciel who sneered, "It was your wish to acquire it, no matter the cost. If you go back on that now, it would be no better than the lies to detest."
The ghostly king bit his tongue. He looked to the demon butler, "Sebastian, Allen, obey my order! You both belong to me."
Sebastian frowned, "Regrettably, we are bound by my contract exclusively to Earl Phantomhive. The service we provided to you both was but part of our work." He looked down at the pathetically shaking ghostly prince. "We were just faithfully abiding by the orders of my rightful master."
"So, even you…Even the both of you betrayed me."
Allen jeered coldly, "We were never on your side to begin with. At all times, we belong to our master alone, with all of our beings."
Ciel then said, "Well, it looks like I am to play the role of chief mourner when it comes to seeing you both off to heaven." Ciel moved about the chessboard, to the empty space with the skull.
Richard sobbed, "No! Brother…Brother will…"
Edward soothed his little brother, "Everything will be all right, Richard. I am always with you. This way, everything will end."
Ciel stared at the chess-aligned skulls. "So, let the burial ceremony begin." Ciel placed the skull right on the knight's space. There was a moment of silence, nothing happened.
Allen blinked, tilting his head. "Is…something supposed to happen now?"
"Why? Why is nothing happening?" the king asked.
Sebastian glanced at the little boy ghost, "Lord Richard did not want His Majesty to find out about this. Am I right?"
Richard nodded, "Yes. Because I was sure my brother would be sad." The boy walked to his cheerless brother. "Brother, I am sorry I lied to you." He hugged his elder brother.
"Lied? You lied to me?"
"Listen, Brother. The truth is, the skull belong neither to you nor to me, but to some unfortunate stranger."
"That can't be."
"You forgot that our bones are long gone. Since that day…" Richard sniffled.
Edward trembled, remembering that unholy day."You are right, Richard. Ever since that day…"
"The kind porter told us good night, as he always did."
"However, he was the one who let the assassins in."
"Even though he said, "It is safe here because I am protecting you"."
"That is how I came to hate lies. They killed me first. Then, it was my little brother's turn. I watched from the depth of my motionless body. Forgive me Richard. It must have been terrifying."
"But Brother, the most frightening moment was when I thought I would never see you again. They cut our bodies into tiny pieces and dumped them in the Thames."
"Devoured by the fish and buried in the mud, both our flesh and bones vanished completely." Edward began crying himself, kneeling. "You are right, Richard. How could I have forgotten that night, when I failed to protect you?"
Richard comforted his brother, "Please don't cry, Brother."
The king looked up to the Earl, "Phantomhive, you were right. Hatred and grief have been ceaselessly been a part of me."
Ciel said, "Pain fades away with the flow of time. Still, I do not desire to be healed by time. When you flee from pain, longing to forget, the only thing that remains to stagnation. You become incapable of moving on."
Edward embraced his brother, "Ah, I understand now." He realized the truth, "Even though I detest lies, the truth is, I have been constantly lying to myself." The dead royals began to illuminate.
"Brother, we are sparkling," Richard said, amazed.
"This is…"
Sebastian smirked, "The significance of a burial is that of a tool. It is neither the skull nor the ceremony itself that holds the power to send a stray soul off." Allen nodded, knowing what he meant.
Outside of the castle, the dead royals were saying goodbye to the Earl and his servants, before they made their way to the other side."Thank you for your help, Phantomhive." Edward held out his transparent hand. "Stay well forevermore."
Ciel shook the ghost of a king's hand, "I did not do much," he said humbly. "Ah, one last thing. There is no need to worry about the castle. I intend to leave it in its present state."
"I am relieved to hear that."
Richard ran and hugged Allen, who hugged him back full-heartedly. "Farewell, Allen-ma, Sebastian. Thank you." The butlers had changed into their normal uniforms.
"Good luck, little one," Allen smiled.
"Have a safe journey," Sebastian said in a polite callous way.
And so a hooded reaper took the boy's to the other side, who waved them goodbye until they disappeared. In the morning two grave stones were set up, bouquets of flowers over the graves. Ciel stopped praying and got up, putting his hat on, "Well then. The nuisance is finally gone." He turned to see his workers working on his hotel. "In order to regain the time we lost, proceed at fever pitch!" the men roared as they kept on working.
Allen giggled, "You liar." Ciel looked up to the teen. So on their way back to the manor in their carriage. Allen then commented, "Both hatred and sadness are all yours." Ciel said nothing but stared out the window. "You should turn them into strength and keep moving on."
Ciel stared at the white king in his hands.
And done! I personally like this filler because I love England's rich history. The murders, the scandals, and so on. I also wanted to show Allen's motherly side in this one, but we also see for later that Ciel can't do squat without anyone. Neh…new chapter will come out soon, vacations over and I need to get busy.