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, Employs
Allen blinked as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He didn't look like himself anymore. This uniform, a butler's. He was many things in his life. An orphan, a son, a clown, an apprentice, an exorcist, a priest, a destroyer, a savior, a friend, a gambler, an ally, a Noah, a Musician, a soldier. But never, never, was he a butler.
A knock on the door. "Does it fit well?" the man who brought him here, back to England. He was a strange person. He was dark, polite, and seems near perfect. Allen never dared explore his sexuality before, because it was duty before romance.
"Ah, yes, it fits perfectly Mr. Sebastian," Allen opened the door. Sebastian scanned him, Allen shuddered as those red eyes studied him. Allen blushed a bit, lightly, "T-Thank you, Mr. Sebastian for your kindness. I am in your debt" he bowed.
Allen lifted his chin, he smiled. "No need for that. Just swear your loyalties to the Phantomhive family, do your work and duties well and briskly, and we'll all get along find."
Allen nodded, smiling. Sebastian walked off, Allen following him around like a shy lost puppy. Sebastian stopped at Ciel's office, opening it. "Young Master, I've brought the new butler. This is Allen Walker,"
Allen stepped in bowing slightly. "Earl Phantomhive, I'm Allen Walker. I-I promise I'll do my best to serve you the best to my abilities," Allen was slightly shocked that he was serving a little kid.
Ciel have a mature smirk, he too studied the white-haired teen. "I know you would…as expected from someone of my staff-what the hell is that?" Timcampy zoomed out of Allen's sleeve and clung to Ciel's face. Ciel panicked and started to try and swat the unknown object off of him.
Allen gasped and ran to the little earl. He caught Timcampy by the tail and held him in his hand. "I-I am so sorry! Timcampy usually does this to either pretty girls or people he likes…"
Sebastian chuckled, "Perhaps Young Master has been mistaken as a pretty girl," he teased.
Ciel frowned, scowling, he said, "Shut up. Keep that thing on a leash if you wish to continue your stay here." Allen sighed. So much for first impressions. Allen then did the unthinkable, the pat Ciel's head, making the boy gasp slightly and flush. Sebastian watched him intently, in case he harmed his young master.
"Why do you wear that eye patch?" the ex-exorcist asked, tracing his finger on the eye patch. A bit of fringe was obscured, showing his pentacle scar. Ciel stared at it in wonder, perhaps this boy was no different than he was, if he saw impossible things. Sebastian did brief him on his new employee's history.
Ciel first instinct was to lie, but his felt the bow of his eye patch become undone. His eye patch feel, he shut his eye quickly. Allen stared hard at him, "Master Ciel…" the eye opened reluctantly. The Earl didn't know why, but this one mad him compelled to do these things, so out of character. It made him feel sick.
Allen gasped, gray eye widened at the lavender eye, opposite to the boy's sapphire one. The dim glowing pentagram, tattooed into his pupil. Allen stood back, bumping into Sebastian who snaked his arms around him. "What shall I do with him, my lord?" his eyes glowing red.
Allen gulped, biting out, "What's this all about? W-what are you? What's going on?" he was compelled to activate his Crown Clown at that moment.
Ciel folded his hands, "Since you now know my secret, I guess you have a right to know. Sebastian is a demon. A true actual demon then to the ones you are familiar with. I have made a Faustian contract with him, trading my soul to give the humiliation to the ones who have wronged me in the past. Now…what will you do?" he asked, Allen fidgeted a bit. "If I let you go, you'll have my secret, and will you take it to the grave? Or go to the Vatican and have their so-called 'holy exorcists' come after us?"
Allen furrowed his brow, "No. I resigned from my past life for this one. I am reborn. Ciel-kun…Sebastian…" his eyes darkened. He looked to the demon and the fated to die.
I want in."
Allen slipped on his glove over his left hand. He stared at himself in the mirror. He brushed his long white hair out a bit, smooth and straight. He took a black silken ribbon and tied it back. "It's growing longer…" he mumbled. He numbly traced the pentagram on his brow, overlapping his pentacle scar. "A year since that incident. Lots of things have changed."
He giggled coming out the bathroom. He went into the kitchen to prepare tea and a bit of breakfast. He peeked into Ciel's room, seeing his wakeup call. Timcampy was perched on the boy's shoulder, being petted by the earl as he red today's Times. Yes, lots of things have changed.
On top of Big Ben on a brisk summer night, a predator was observing her pretty. A young woman, standing on top of the monumental clock stepped out. She was lovely, wearing a black tight leather thigh-length suit, a metal garter, knee-high boots, a musket in her hand. Her dark red hair flowing in the wind, her bangs obscuring her face, shadowing and hiding her eyes.
The motto of her master rang through her head, "It doesn't matter that you don't know the name of your target." The lady sniper aimed her gun down. "There's only one thing you have to do." The a pair of men speaking with one another.
The woman snorted, "Tsk. Annoying." She removed the scope from her gun, throwing it away. Her target, a man, walked onwards to continue his business. He stopped to check the clock on his pocket watch. "No matter how far away the prey is from your eyes, the only path it has is to be shot by you. Yes." Her target for her prey, his skull.
She got ready to fire, but gasped softly when a young boy ran into an embrace of his father. Her target was a dad. The boy was picked up by his father, hugging his dad again. The man's wife came, holding another baby in her hands. He was a father 2. "There's only one thing you have to do." Her finger trembled, deciding whether to kill this man in front of his family, taking him away from them forever, or finish her job.
Just when she was about the pull the trigger, a deep silky voice interrupted, "Looking into those beautiful eyes of yours makes me want to hire you for some work." The girl turned, Sebastian right appearing beside her. The girl turned, gun ready to take down anyone who dare interrupt her job. But no one was there. She sweated a bit, the voice of the black butler continued, "Nike Shooter Tunke. (Nike is a Greek Goddess of triumph)" he appeared behind her, gun his grip and arms around her.
He whispered hotly into her ear, "It'll let you know the details of the work." The woman sighed. She turned, revealing her eyes to be a beautiful shade of amber. She asked, "What is the work about?"
At the mansion, 'Real' Tanaka opened the door for Sebastian and the woman. Sebastian said, "I hired a maid."
Tanaka stepped back to let them in, "This way please."
She slipped on her dark navy socks. She put on her filly maid headdress. She buttoned up her dressed and put on her apron, her hair now in pigtails. The woman stared a herself, "This is my first time wearing a skirt." She admitted.
A knock on the door, it opened letting Tanaka in. He held out a tray, sitting on them were frameless, thick lenses glasses. "This is from the Young master." Tanaka informed her.
Maylene, the ex-sniper woman turned. Her gorgeous amber eyes, with a focus and stare of a hawk. "Young Master?" she echoed. She put on the glasses, looking at herself in her mirror again. She looked like a totally different person now. She put her hands on her face, a blush appearing on her cheeks.
She smiled happily.
At the mansion at present day, Sebastian was leading the Earl of Phantomhive downstairs to begin everyone's day. The other five servants stood in a straight line, greeting him in a chorus, "Young Master, good morning." Timcampy flew from the top stairs onto Ciel's head.
"Good morning," he replied, not much energy in his voice.
"Ah? Young master?" Finnie cocked his head.
"Is he not well?" Maylene asked.
Allen sighed, "He's been a bit under the weather lately. It's been a tedious last of days for him."
"I suppose," Bard nodded.
"Oh, can you tell?" Tanaka asked.
Bard grinned, "He might look the same as usual. But we can tell there's a difference."
"Yes."
"Should we cheer up the Young master?" Bard asked, rousing spirits up again among the 3 other servants.
"What a good idea," Maylene smiled.
Allen nodded, smiling, "Yes. Cheer him up. Let us prepare a party."
"Party!" Finnie and Maylene cheered.
"Peaceful heart," Tanaka stated. Then, he reverted right back into chibi, tea-sipping Tanaka.
"Pe…peaceful heart?" Allen parroted, obviously confused on what just happened.
"Meaning it's the same as usual," Bard's eyebrows knitting in puzzlement.
Finnie smiled dumbly, "Which means as usual, we'll receive Young master's enthusiastic response."
Maylene clapped her hands, "Roger. I'll clean the mansion so it looks like new."
Bard grinned prideful, "It's finally time to showcase my special dish."
"Then I'll make the trees in the courtyard shine and sparkle." Finnie exclaimed with optimism.
"And I'll make sure mansion is in tip top shape! Then I'll escort the Young master down for his party!" Allen smiled.
"Let's go!" the servants cried. The four ran off on their missions, leaving Tanaka to calmly sip his tea, chuckling tranquilly.
In the garden, Pluto was on a rampage in his beast form, burning all the trees with his fire breath. Finnie was riding the dog like a horse, shovel in hand, he cried, "You can't do this, PluPlu," he scolded the demon dog. He smiled, riding the dog as the bushes burned. He chortled a bit, "PluPlu, you're so full of energy."
The gardener cried as Pluto pounced after a pair of birds. Mouth open to chomp those little birdies, Finnie squealed forcing the beats to close his muzzle. "Ah! You can't eat them, PluPlu." He made the dog choke, since the boy's herculean strength was strangling him.
The birds flew away as Finnian got off. He watched them fly free as Pluto wheezed and panted, regaining his breathe. "Sorry, birds-san." He looked to demonic mutt. "I'm sorry too, PluPlu." He began petting the giant dog's muzzle. "Before I came to work here, the birds were my only friends." The boy and his demon dog looked out into the distance. "But in this mansion, I can come outside every morning. It makes me really happy. Young master."
"I wonder what he was like before we came to the mansion." Pluto's ear twitched a bit. The dog turned his head and sniffed in the air, then howling into the world. "PluPlu?" Finnie looked to the dog. The dog kept on howling.
Inside, Sebastian glanced outside, hearing those howls. He handed his master a newspaper, "This is the 100th anniversary since winning the war against France." Sebastian informed. He saw get Ciel's tea set of tea time, humming a cheery tune.
"You seem cheerful today." Ciel said as he skimmed the document.
Allen smiled, "Yes. I guess I am. It's a secret though." He winked and pressed his finger to his lips, shushing a bit. He stood by Sebastian, smiling. Sebastian smirked and petted his white hair. Allen also added to the information, "It seems a huge exposition will be opened. In Paris, a uniquely tall building is being built for the exposition." A picture of the currently constructing Eiffel Tower was there, describing the event. Allen had briefly seen it during his time in Paris back in his days of the Order. He shuddered, remembering running about the city of love, trying to stop Komui from trying to kill one of his workers who were shopping with Lenalee for a gift for her big brother. Komui's sister complex making him believe it was a date, and that dreaded octopus head he was trapped in for most of the day. Paris wasn't a good memory, but his was cherished.
"The name is Eiffel Tower," Sebastian said.
"Yeah," Ciel said melancholically.
Allen smirked, "As if it's stretching out to reach the heavens. If this angers the god, isn't it the same as the Tower of Babel?"
"Yeah."
"Depending on the situation, her Majesty might also tour Paris in disguise," Sebastian inserted also in. Allen frowned at the thought of Kanda walking around Paris.
But the same response, "Yeah." Ciel said.
"Is red tea all right, Young Master?" Allen said as he got the tea ready. He poured the tea after another, "Yeah." He placed the tea down, saying an anecdote, "A long time ago, an old man and an old woman lived in a place."
"What're you saying?" Ciel asked putting the newspaper down.
"Oh, so you've been listening," Allen sneered, poking his forehead.
"Of course." The earl took a sip of his tea. "Has there any direction from Her Majesty about what happened a few days ago?" he was of course, referring to the Lau incident. Abberline's death, in vain.
"No. Nothing," Sebastian replied as he started to clean up a bit.
"I see. That's good."
The two butler's left their master to get on with their own business. Maylene's voice squeaked through the halls, "Be beautiful. Be shinny." She chanted as she cleaned the railing of the staircase.
"Maylene," Sebastian said.
"Mr. Sebastian, Allen." She acknowledged their presences, blushing a bit.
"What're you doing?" the black butler asked. Allen made gestures to her not to spill the beans on their secret plan to cheer up Ciel.
"What? I'm cleaning the railing so it shines," she replied simply. Allen slapped his forehead when he saw the railing; it was darker like a shoe. Maylene shrieked, "Whoa! I mistook the shoe polish for cleaning liquid." She gasped as she ran her fingers on her face, making it dirty with shoe polish. Allen groaned as Sebastian mimicked his face-palm.
"It seems that pair of glasses is useless now," Sebastian commented. He walked closer, "It's time to swap it for something new."
Maylene jumped back, prattling, "No way! This is something precious that I received from the Young Master." The butlers sighed, she was too bonded with those glasses.
Sebastian walked away, "Anyway. Hurry and clean this up." He said, Allen following him like a lost puppy, like in the old days when first started. Maylene remembered how shy the boy was, quiet, and clingy to Sebastian, like lost child in a sea of strangers. But as time went on, the boy opened up and laughed along with the servants, helping as much as he could. The ex-exorcist swept up a bit of the polish on his glove and rubbed his fingers, sighing. Maylene began rapidly scrubbing the polish off as the butlers walked away.
"With this chance, we'll now prepare lunch…" Sebastian said. Allen nodding. He felt a bit of déjà vu coming on.
Allen peeked from Sebastian as he scolded a bespectacled maid. The maid adjusted her glasses, noticing him. "Ah, w-who is that?" she asked, a light blush on her face. He was cute.
Our new employee, the new butler Allen Walker. Please try and make him feel welcome and don't try to give him too much trouble." Allen bowed and bit in greeting, clinging to Sebastian as they walked together, giving the boy a tour of the manor. "With this chance, we'll now prepare lunch…"
CRASH!
A loud explosion and smoke from the kitchen took Allen out of his musings. Bard walked out of the debris, just like the first time he met Bard. His hair was sticking out end, like an afro, covering is ashes and smoke. The cook coughed and hacked from the smoke he made.
"Bard," Sebastian said. The cook looked up. "I said many time not to use dynamite to make meals."
Bard scratched his head sheepishly, "I think this way is faster."
"There's plenty of time. What were you rushing for?" Sebastian inquired, Allen made those same gestures for the cook to not say anything that would make Sebastian ruin their plans.
"I knew it, but…" Bard lit his cigarette coolly, "Before I came here, I've never been able to make meals in a relaxed manner." He turned around, "Subconsciously, I became anxious and wanted to rush it," The butlers blinked. "I must get used to this, somehow. To this feeling of peace." Allen knew what he was talking about.
Allen jumped at the large sound of an explosion coming from the kitchen. "An akuma?" he cried readying himself for the rose. Sebastian got in front of. "Here, you must be peaceful. That is only Bardroy, the cook. He prefers to use the flamethrowers and dynamite to cook meals though. You'll get used to it." Sebastian hugged him, petting his hair softly. Allen relaxed this feeling of peace was going to take a while to get used to.
Yes. He had peace.
"We'll prepare lunch," Allen smiled to the cook.
"You stay here and clean this up," Sebastian said as he and Allen walked away, leaving Bard with the mess.
"Tsk, got it," Bard said throwing his cigarette away and got started.
Ciel stared out his window, Timcampy flying beside him. His thoughts on the a few nights ago during his attempted escape from his cell to clear his name. When Abberline announced he wished to be Ciel's ally. "What is this?" he asked himself, annoyed. He never regretted anything. Timcampy nudged him a bit. The Earl turned to continue his work.
At lunch in the servant's quarters Finnie was asking his fellow servants about their pasts. What it was like before I came to the mansion?" Maylene repeated.
Allen looked back to Tanaka who sipping tea on a couch, "Well, only Mr. Tanaka would know about it?"
Bard said, "This is useless. It's useless even to listen to him."
"There's one more person," Maylene piped up.
The only other person they turned to was Lizzie Midford, Ciel's cousin and fiancée. "The Phantomhive family in the past?" the aristocratic girl echoed. She was petting over Pluto outside, coming over for a visit.
"Yes," Allen nodded. "What was the mansion like before we came?"
Lizzie sighed, "Well." She recalled the days of youth and halcyon, "Ciel's father, mother, his aunt, and Ciel himself were always laughing. The sound of laughter always filled the house of Phantomhive."
"That's it." Finnie, Allen, and Maylene cheered. They grinned, giving victory signs. They each high-fived each other in joy.
Finnie smiled, "We'll fill the mansion of Phantomhive with laughter."
"If we did that, then the Young Master would be full of energy," Maylene explained.
Lizzie squealed in delight, "This is extremely great!"
The gardener, maid, and butler grinned and did victory signs. Bard scoffed, "That's not funny at all. How could you laugh?" the Allen and Finnian pulled on the chef's cheeks. Forcing him to smile.
"For the sake of Young master," Allen smiled wickedly.
"Smile, Bard," Finnie finished.
He pushed the two away, "Go…Got it!" he grinned, cheeks red and sour, giving victory sign.
"I'll help out," Lizzie squeaked happily, her emerald eyes glittering. A suddenly flash, the window changed and bristled suddenly. The four servants turned a serious glint in their eyes. A snap. The servants ran off, Finnie carrying puzzled Lizzie to safety, Pluto running to action as they did. The servants leapt over the stone centerpiece fountain of the garden. Lizzie cried, "What's happening?"
Real Tanaka opened the door for them as the staff rushed inside. Pluto growled, fangs bared at the intruders. "Just what's the meaning of this?" Elizabeth demanded.
Sebastian stepped in, "It's time for dessert," he smirked. "Please wait in the room, Lady Elizabeth."
"What's it, Sebastian," Lizzie asked.
"Lady Elizabeth," Allen said. The girl turned, the four servants smiling and giving the sign for victory and peace, to compose the baffled girl. Lizzie gave a small smile, "I get it. Smile." She grinned as well. The four nodded brightly.
"This way please," Tanaka directed the girl out.
Once the noble girl was out of the room, the demon butler turned to his staff. "Then everyone. Please." The servants nodded in affirmative. The outside courtyard was clear and empty. Sebastian gave a dark smirk. "Next…"
Ciel was in his office, passing time by making by making a playing card pyramid. He needed absolute silence and stillness. Timcampy softly placed another onto with Ciel's as they built it together. Ciel concentrated on his project.
The door opened, Lizzie exclaimed, "Ciel." Ciel blinked, misplacing the card, making his pyramid tumble down. "Hello!"
Ciel sighed, "Elizabeth. When did you get here?" he did not expect another visit from any letters sent by her. "If you're coming, get someone to notify me first."
"You're my fiancée. No need to send a messenger every time I come over." Lizzie said as she light touched the golden golem. "Tim-chan seemed to got a bit bigger lately. He's still so cute." She smiled as the golem nuzzled her. She trotted over to Ciel, with a smile chiming, "Teach me chess."
"Chess?"
"Yes. As a lady, what would you do if you don't know how to play chess?" Lizzie said calmly. It was probably something her mother, Lady Frances, had told her on an earlier day. "My mum said so. But I just can't remember what is what. Paula doesn't know anything about chess." She leaned closer to her cousin, "I can only count on Ciel on this." She smiled. "Please," she pleaded.
"Excuse me," Sebastian said entering the office.
"Sebastian."
The black butler held tray of a fine china tea set, readying for mid-afternoon tea. "What is it?"
Ciel ordered his butler, "Prepare the chess board."
The butler nodded with a smile, "Yes, my Lord."
A single tea leaf stood in chibi Tanaka's tea. Tanaka marveled in it briefly. He looked up to Sebastian, who smiled and have a polite nod to. Tanaka took a sip of tea as the butler walked off to retrieve the board and pieces
The chess board was set in place, the two nobles sitting across from each other. Ciel firs showed Lizzie how to set up her side. "Move the pieces of your color on this 64 grid chess board," he instructed her. "And race to kill your opponent's King." Suddenly music filled the silent room. Timcampy had opened his mouth, playing a recorded song, Sebastian playing his violin along with the melody. Ciel gritted his teeth, "You...What do you want?"
Lizzie clasped her hands, "Oh, isn't this good?" Ciel pouted, sitting back down, defeated in this argument. Lizzie gave her beloved fiancée a soft, kind smile. The symphony of the golem and demon played throughout the room.
"What?" Ciel asked, a bit confused on that warm expression on her face.
"It's been a while since I played with Ciel," Lizzie beamed joyfully.
Ciel blushed a little bit, he silently began moving his pawn into place. "We're starting," he stated.
"Yes." Lizzie chimed. Sebastian kept playing that violin along with Timcampy's recorded song.
The music filtering out what was going on outside the mansion. The sound of gunfire ran through the outside. Intruding henchmen ran through the courtyard, pistols and guns and hand. Maylene ran through the courtyard, discarding her glasses, shooting her guns at the intruders. Hitting dead on. Her amber hawk-like gaze as she never missed, flipping and keeping about coolly.
Ciel blinked, thinking her heard a bang. "What's wrong?" Lizzie asked him.
"No…nothing," Ciel brushed it off as they continued to play.
Outside crouched behind a stone wall, Bard loaded his rifle. Like death from above, he shot his musket at the invaders. He dodged down to avoid the shooting at him. He kept shooting on, recollecting his memories as a soldier.
Bardroy shot his rifle at the enemy, loading and reloading his guns. His uniform, red, pearl, and gold. "Didn't I say it already?" Bardroy grunted, avoiding enemy fire.
Earlier that day, the commander of his fleet was making battle plans. "The defense of this place is weak," the commander said to his fellow commanding officers, including Bard. "Break through the point and attack head-on."
"Wait. That's a trap," Bard argued, slamming his hands on the table.
"What's it, sergeant? Are you scared?"
"That's not it. I'm saying there's another way."
"Shut up. I've decided."
Bard gritted his teeth. After the battle there were no survivors on Bardory's side, but of sergeant named Bardroy. Bard stared at the corpse of his commanding officer. Bard sat alone in a ditch, abandoning his uniform hat, contemplating. He silently prayed for the lost souls of his comrades, smoking his cigarette. "Didn't I say it already?"
"This has become quite a mess," Sebastian then said. The sergeant looked up; rifle ready to fire any enemy. He saw a well-groomed fellow in black approach him. "It's a task beyond the limit of shinigami. Excellent fighting skill. The unworthy premonition that allows you to escape a trap no matter how dangerous it is. You've quite a beneficial trait. "
"Are you enemy or ally?" Bard asked the handsome man in black. He sort of looked like a butler.
"None," Sebastian replied simply. "I'm just one hell of butler."
An enemy fell, shot by a bullet that hit his target. "Hey," Bard called to his opponents. "Hurry and go back for medical treatment. Else you'll die for real." He realized something. He gave a slight slap to his face, he then grinned brightly.
A few men were scoping out the garden. First a man went in first, but was blown aback by a mysterious person. The men gasped, eyes wide with fear as they saw Allen come out of the shadows, is arm activated. "You shall not pass onwards from here," he brandished his claw for the human men.
"M-Monster…"
"Not a monster. I am only but an exorcist butler," Allen smiled darkly. He attacked swiping back. Blood spewing as men gripped their stomachs, arms and thighs. "Get out of my face before I kill you all," he hissed evilly.
The men scurried off. Allen smirked maliciously, sending a wave of Cross Graves after them. He then lost himself in memory, recalling his deal.
Allen sat in a gray limbo world. Ciel standing before him, hands on his hips. "So? You wish to join my fate? Why?" he asked
"I have nothing truly to live for. I wish to care for you Lord Ciel. To serve you. But I also wish to stay by Sebastian's side."
"Then," a raven perched on a onyx perch, it spoke with the chilling voice of the butler. "you shall be as one with us. Serve as with. You with be bonded with the Young Master, branded as my property for eternity. And for the rest of eternity you shall be mine, as my pet. But is you reject faith, the gates of Paradise shall be forever lost. Do you accept?"
"I do," Allen said in a brave voice. Ciel smirked as the raven transformed back into the butler. Sebastian's pentagram was placed onto Allen's left side of his forehead, right over his cursed pentacle. His Innocence arm glowed an ominous purple.Allen gulped a bit as he felt a demonic collar wrap tightly around his neck.
His fate was sealed. Bounded to the Phantomhives and the raven forevermore.
Allen snapped out of it as he avoided the gunfire at him. He leapt and swiped them away, braking a man's arm. "Get out," he said threatened. The man below him screamed and dashed away. Allen smirked, but blinked shaking his head. He gave a beaming joyful smile.
Inside his office, Coral was stroking his golden pistol. "That doggie kid has to repay the entire loan." He was still sore about being taken hostage by Ciel during the Lau incident. He lost his property and biggest pay day. "Without that kid," he said to his group of henchmen in his office. "it'd be so much easier to do business in this country."
"An evil noble?" Coral tapped his head with the tip of his gun. "He's no longer needed," he pretended to aim and shoot his valuable pistol.
A black knight and bishop fell to the ground. Ciel stared down at his fallen pieces the knight seemingly comforting the bishop. Sebastian kept on playing his violin as Timcampy kept playing his recording. The demon briefly glanced but kept playing.
A man fell in pain as his arm was shot, making it useless. Another one fell as his hand was shot. The other man was knocked out when a giant claw crushed him over his head. Maylene was on the roof, using her sniper skill as death from above like in her old life.
She watched Allen move silently through the shadows. Another shot, another man down. "We'll protect this mansion," Maylene said, her voice a serious deadly tone. She blinked, realizing, "Uh...it's a smile." She pulled down her glasses and grinned quickly. "Laughter is the source to energize the Young Master."
Pluto was chasing after a few more intruders. The demon dog spat fire after the mortal henchmen, making their butts catch on fire. They cried for help as they were being chased and burned to and fro.
Lizzie stared at the board. "Well…" she began naming her white pieces. "Knight. Rook. Pawn. Bishop. Is that right?"
"Yes."
"I remember them," Lizzie smiled gleefully. She laughed in merriment.
Ciel simply stared at the mess and pile of chess pieces, the game was over. Ciel was the king who would still sit on his throne, after all the game pieces have fallen. When he would fall…Ciel closed his eyes. He did not wish to think about his fate.
Finnian ran up the stone stairs. He recalled his days of solitude.
Finnie was dressed in rags, he stared up into the blank abyss. A little blue bird tweeting, landing on the window of his prison. Finnie smiled softly at the sight of the free creature. The door to his cell opened, the bird flew away.
Finnie turned to see three looming men in white coats before him. Finnie gulped, fear evident in his eyes. He was strapped down, struggling, "Stop it!" his arm red, purple, and sore, pricks from foreign needles injected into him.
One of the doctors smirked, holding a needle out, "This way, the power that surpasses human…" he injected the vaccine into the boy. Finnie's teal eyes widened in pain, his eyes turning a deadly demonic maroon. He roared, pushing back the men. With amazing strength he knocked out each immoral doctor.
Finnie ran from the lab, through the marble maze of the mansion. He bumped into a person, he looked up and saw a handsome man all dressed in black. Sebastian smiled softly, looking down at the child. "I bumped into you yet you're ok?" Finnie asked, since when he bumped into people they usually fell down.
"I've seen your power," Sebastian said. "There's a job I want you to take. Allowances on top of wages, and the bonus given every year."
"I don't need that," Finnie shook his head. "I just…" Sebastian blinked.
Finnie could see the light from outside, he was almost at his destination. "want to go outside." Finnie came up to his own private fort. Chopped logs of wood were piled as missiles. Finnie took in an inhale of fresh air, letting the sun kiss him. "This is beautiful," he sighed at the clear azure skies. He kept on taking in another breathe of joy and freedom, stretching himself and praising this glorious spring day.
Finnie grinned, taking up two of the large logs. "Ok. Ready." He got ready to send his special wooden missiles down. "Fire!" he threw the logs down, firing them at their enemy. The men ran off, scared since logs were raining down from above.
Ciel stared at his black king, holding it up to him. Timcampy nudged his master a bit. "Uh…" Lizzie started. "You're the King."
Ciel looked to his fiancée. "Yes."
"I'm the Queen. Chess is cute." Lizzie giggled dangling her white queen.
"What about your dear Queen?" Lau had asked him on the ship. "She wants to involve Europe, no, the entire world in war. Through opium…no. Through Lady Brown, by having her infiltrate and collapse France from the inside. Yes. Your country wanted to use opium to invade my country in the past. Even if so, do you still intend to remain as the Queen's guard dog."
Abberline buzzed through Ciel's head like an annoying grasshopper conscience. "Yes. Let me be your ally, Ciel-kun." His dying words pained his cold heart. "You have a chance to obtain your future. Don't for..get..this." Abberline at removed his eye patch, seeing his contract eye before he left for the other world.
Ciel tossed the King back on the pile of pieces on the board. He frowned, his heart and head heavy.
Sunset had come, the henchmen were all retreating. "What's with the servants of this mansion?" one screeched afraid.
The servants said in unison, "As servants of the Phantomhive family, What'd we do if we can't even do this?" they said coolly. Pluto howled to the setting sun, trumpeting the sound of victory.
Sebastian finally finished playing as Timcampy finished his recording. He bowed to his small audience and pat the golem on the head, Tim nipped his finger. "Young master. Lady Elizabeth. Pleas excuse me, I'm leaving now to prepare dinner."
"Ah," Ciel nodded in acceptance.
"Thank you, Sebastian," Lizzie smiled at the butler. The butler bowed the walked off.
Ciel looked to his cousin and fiancée, "Let's end it here today."
"Yes," said Lizzie.
Tanaka was waiting for the other four servants at the base of the stairs. "Everyone, as usual, thanks for your hard work." The senior retainer said. The four smiled brightly.
Ciel was in his office alone, with Timcampy snoozing on his desk. He was looking over this morning paper again. He stared at the photo of the Eiffel Tower. "Paris uh?"
Sebastian was putting away the game pieces and chess board. He stared at the fallen black king and bishop, as the white queen stood alone. Angela's words repeated into his head from when she was torturing him, "One day, the real doomsday will come," the demon butler lifted the three pieces in his hands. He placed them down upright together.
He opened the door and left, leaving the queen, the king, and the Bishop on the Playing Board.
Sebastian led Ciel and Lizzie downstairs, where his 5 staff member waiting for them. Sebastian commented, "Today is unusually relaxing. You were actually worrying while relaxing."
"I'm not worrying." Ciel said swiftly. Sebastian's eyes held amusement. Ciel stared when his four servant grinned brightly at the Earl, they were each slightly dirty and gritty from the attack. Ciel blinked in astonishment. He smirked, slightly entertained and a bit exasperated. "What's with your outfits? Hurry and go change your clothes."
"Yes, my Lord!" the staff cheered. The four trotted off in a good mood. Ciel gave a small smile, watching them run away in naïve bliss. Tanaka chuckled.
When they opened the doors to the dining room, a shining decorative dinner was ready for the earl and his fiancée. Sebastian announced the tonight's dinner, "Today's main dish is Eiffel beef. The wind of Paris."
And cut! Yay! The awesome pasts of the three servants! ~ And like I promised in the first chapters, I explained how Allen became one with the contract. Sorry if it's not good enough, it was hard to put in the right dialogue and events to order to place. Anyway, awesome chapter. Get your stuff ready, we're heading to Paris! And if anyone wants to know if Allen did go to Paris, in one filler episode after the Ghost of Martyr arc, Lenalee's love (my personal favorite filler), is when Komui gets suspicious of Lenalee when she goes out with a man from the Science Division. As many of you guessed, chaos ensued. I'm not sure if it was Paris actually or not, because it had the Eiffel Tower there. I'm just guessing, pretty sure it is Paris since Paris has the best shopping outlets in the world.
Just my guess. Also had fun including Allen with the bumbling trio. He's like one of the gang!
*rides off coolly on Yaoi motorcycle*