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These plot ideas aren't leaving me alone. :( They're so mean…
Therefore, we shall continue!
"Stop!" The man raised his eyebrows at the teenager. "Don't be ridiculous, what do you mean 'stop'?"
Ciel knew he was not thinking rationally at the moment. Usually he kept his cool and remained calm and collected, but something about this attractive black-haired man made Ciel want to just leave the house, and… not kill him. He knew that that would be the last thing on earth he should do, but damn, he could probably kill Ciel if he didn't do something right now.
"You… You do know that I am here to assassinate you, don't you?" Ciel said, not moving an inch. "I thought so. What are you trying to do, saying some epic last words? There really isn't any need to, IF you give me those papers right now. You do not know how much shit I've gone through for them."
Ciel chuckled; the man could be easily distracted with words after all. Though the gun was still pretty much pointed at his forehead, the risk of getting shot had just reduced because of the man's talkativeness. Or so he hoped. Ciel took a step forward, now his forehead touching the gun. "Well then, go ahead and kill me, mister", Ciel said smirking. "Though they'll probably send someone else here right away."
"I am full well aware of that." The man answered, now holding his hand out for the papers. "Is that so?" Ciel said, creating a silence for a couple of seconds, until Ciel decided that this was the right moment.
He folded the documents in half and tucked them inside of his jacket. Then, he grabbed the gun's pipe, and spun himself around so that it wasn't aimed him. While keeping his hold of the gun, he kicked his knee on the man's stomach as hard as he could, and was relieved when he heard the man yelp. Using the possibility, Ciel ripped the gun off of the man's hands, now being in control of the situation.
"So", Ciel started while the man was trying to get completely back up. "I see I've got the papers, and the gun. Seems like I'm making the rules now." Ciel stepped closer to the immobilized man, the gun's pipe never leaving his stomach. "Such a shame really that you've gotten yourself in a situation like this", he continued, raising his hand to caress the man's cheek. "I mean, you are pretty hot, you know. I just wonder what the hell you did."
The black-haired man clicked his tongue at the compliment, looking not too pleased about Ciel's control in the situation. "But, oh well, whatever. Unfortunately I don't have any time for chitchats, so I'll be going now", he spoke, smirking at the man. "My name's Ciel, by the way. Don't forget it, hot stuff." The man remained silent, raising his eyebrows again.
Ciel backed off slowly, pointing the gun at the man all the time. When he decided he was far away, he started running out of the house. He pushed the gun to the back of his pocket, and ran outside. After Ciel was far enough from the house, he looked back to see if he was being followed.
No one was after him, though he did see the man's figure in the top floor's window. He looked at the man for a few seconds, and then broke into a run again.
Sebastian was watching at the retreating teenager, sighing a bit. 'Ciel…?' He thought to himself. 'A rather interesting name… I'll find you, don't you worry. And when I do, well… Who knows?'
Ciel opened an old, dark brown door and stepped inside a rusty looking corridor. Ciel hated the neighbourhood where the headquarters were located, but of course he couldn't anything about it, since when it comes to the mafia, as far from the city was the best. Unless they'd want to get cops on their track, which Ciel doubted.
He walked along the silent aisle, fully aware that someone had probably already noticed and identified him as a member of the mob, and therefore was still alive, and approaching the big black doors with the security system in them.
The blue-haired assassin typed in the four-digit password, and when hearing the familiar 'clang', he opened the door and stepped in. Inside, he was greeted with a sight of his boss and a few other guys.
Ciel managed to identify a few persons sitting on the maroon-coloured sofa. The first one, of course, was his boss, looking as strict as ever with his black elaborate, short hair. He adjusted his glasses at the sight of young assassin. "Hey Ciel!" Someone called. Said boy raised his head at the sound, meeting an enthusiastic glance of Ronald, another member of the mafia. He was quite young, and therefore pretty new to the whole business. He was wearing his usual style (just like everyone else, they liked to dress fancy), a black suit and a black tie. His blonde and black hair was not as neat as William's, but it wasn't anything close to trashy either.
"Hey, Ronald", Ciel answered, smiling a bit. Ciel didn't get along with a lot of people, but Ronald was an exception. He could always make Ciel smile, and he considered the man his friend. "Hey Alan, Eric", Ciel continued, nodding at the two other members, the other's hair longish and brown, and the other's was light brown with the other side braided, looking like a side cut. "Hey", they both answered in unison.
"Oh dear, who is it there noooow~?" A voice came out from the other room, and Ciel sighed a bit. 'Oh dear.'
An average-height man came into the same room as the others, and he tossed his long, red hair from the left side to the other. "Oh. It's you, brat."
Ciel glared at the man, clearly a bit annoyed because of the insult. "Hello to you too, Mister cross dresser", Ciel spat back. It wasn't that he hated the red-haired man; he just didn't understand the older one's way of thinking. "Ah! How dare you insult a poor helpless woman!"
William adjusted his glasses again, and opened his mouth. "Grell, remind me again. Why are you here, if you are a woman?" "How sexist of you William, like women couldn't have the same career as a man!" Ciel decided that he was not going to stay and listen to those ridiculous exchange-of-opinions.
"Hey, Ciel, wait!" Ronald called after him, just about when he was going to lock himself in the bathroom. "Yeah, what is it?" "We were thinking about hitting a night club in the evening. Care to join?" Ciel was quiet for a moment, and then answered. "I don't if I feel like it. Besides, if you want a good reason for me to not come, I'm underage and you know it full well".
Ronald chuckled a bit at the young boy's statement. "Yeah right, like that would prevent you from coming. Get ready, we're leaving in about an hour". Ciel smirked a bit at his friend. He knew so well that if Ciel would want to go to a bar, his age wouldn't stop him. "Fine, just for you then and since I've got nothing else to do".
"By the way", William started. "Have you got the documents? And were there any problems?"
Ciel opened his jacket, and took out the small pile of papers, and handed them to his boss. "As I promised I'd have them. And… No problems at all", Ciel said, hesitating a bit. After all, he had left that man alive.
"Hm. Maybe you're not that useless, after all. I really did think so after the…" "Yeah yeah yeah, shut up, no need to remind me about it you know. I ain't proud of it either", Ciel interrupted. "If that's all, I'll go get ready".
About 30 minutes later Ciel stepped out of the shower and dried his hair with the towel. He picked up the eye patch from the table, putting it back on. Ciel didn't have his own house, so he lived at the headquarters, therefore all of his belongings were there too, so he would easily pick out clothes. William had granted Ciel the permission to live there, since an assassin living on the streets doesn't sound a very good idea, at least when tens of killings would occur every night because of the thieves and so on hanging around.
After drying his hair completely, the teenager walked to his closet where he kept his clothes. He pulled out a pair of normal black skinny jeans along with black boxers and pulled them both on. He added a dark grey, fitting dress shirt, and a pair of combat boots. He decided he was happy with his clothing, and got out of his room, going to the living room where about everyone else was waiting.
"Hm. About time you get out", Grell said when Ciel walked into the living room. "Oh, I'm deeply sorry. Excuse me, ma'am, have you forgotten your dress somewhere?" Ciel spat at the redheaded man who was wearing a black suit. "Oh? Is it that you would like to see me in one, hm?" "Egh, of course not, that would be an insult to all women out there", Ciel answered, now following the group of people that were already walking out of the headquarters.
Ciel looked around the club, and realized he had never been on this particular place before. A glance to the wall told him that the place was called 'Stikkx'. 'What a weird name' Ciel thought to himself, but didn't really care for long, at least when Eric called the bartender and everyone ordered something to drink.
Ciel himself ordered a double whiskey, and downed it on one gulp. He was starting to like the club, the music was alright and getting drunk started sounding like a good idea.
After a couple more shots, Ciel got the urge to visit the bathroom, and so he told his colleagues. After a couple of minutes, he found a door with the sign 'MEN' on it, and went inside. When inside, the boy wrinkled his nose a bit. 'Such a typical bar and night club bathroom, so dirty'.
After relieving himself, he pulled his jeans back up, and just when he was about to unlock the door and step out of the stall, he heard someone walk in.
"No, I don't know. Well of-fucking-course I'm trying to!" Ciel heard a somehow familiar voice speak. Maybe he was on the phone? "Well, I'm not going to discuss this now, I'll call you tomorrow when I'm not in a bar, alright? Great, bye." Ciel was really starting to get annoyed when not being able to recognize the voice, when it sounded so familiar.
'Actually, could it… No fucking way. Shit!' Ciel opened the door just a bit to peek, and there he saw a tall man with black hair in a suit. Also known as the man from the day before. 'HOLY FUCKING SHIT. How the hell is this even possible to run to him on the next day, moreover in a fucking nightclub?' Ciel knew he couldn't get out now; it would be quite awkward to see the man… No, what the hell was he thinking? Of course the reason why he couldn't go out was that he was in the public and couldn't do anything right now.
Ciel pulled his phone out from the back pocket and texted his boss.
Willy, crap.
I'm stuck in the fucking bathroom,
because my last night's target just
fucking stepped in here! Fucking
come get me out of here!
A minute later his phone's screen flashed.
Just fucking come out.
Actually, no.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN
HE JUST "STEPPED IN"?
HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE
DEAD, RIGHT PHANTOMHIVE?
'Oh right, fucking forgot about that', Ciel thought to himself. He realized the only thing he could do was to get away from there. He opened the bathroom stall's door, and quickly came out. He was just about to reach the door outside…
"HEY! IT'S YOU!"
A/N: Yes, you may hate me, it's a cliffie! Again. …hehehe.
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