This is going to be a project of mine for hopefully until Christmas. Mainly because I just got Ciel rings and dear lord, they just had to arrive after my fangirling with Kuroshitsuji... Oh well, there's a picture of Grell on the box v.v" Anyway, I own nothing and sorry for mistakes! I am currently on the really crappy laptop where half of the keyboard of broken ^-^"
A bright mansion located on the out skirts of London, where the flames of candles were dimly lit inside. The cluttering noises of the servants echoed around quietly as the pure, white moon was spotted in the sky. Starless. The sky was starless, and the grass was covered by a thin layer of sweet rain. The sounds of animals bounced around a bit as a single figure walked through the flower filled garden.
His eyes were a deep, rich purple while his skin soft and pale. A silky mop of black hair was spotted on him as he walked through the garden paths. Quickly, oh so quickly, that it was like he was just hovering above the ground. Like a demon in a way. He entered the mansion doors. The musty brown doors were flung open as he walked in before closing them again.
Standing in front of a door with the engravings of a phoenix, the man held a golden plate, decorated with the finest of cakes and desserts. Ranging from chocolates to mochi and back to crystal sugars. He knocked once. Twice. And waited. His eyes darting around a bit before he was called in by a childish voice with a different accent then the rest of the population in the United Kingdom of Britain.
"Come in," the chirpy voice that held a slightly tired edge, came through the gaps of the door, as the man allowed himself in.
A teenager, no older than seventeen sat on a plush leather chair while a mahogany desk was placed in front of him. His eyes were vibrant green while his hair was a fresh shade of brown. Unlike the man that stood before him, his eyes were filled with innocence. Nothing like a secret evil that the purple eyes carried.
"Kururugi-sama, I-" Began the purple eyed man, his hands placing down the golden platter as the teen shook his head.
"You know not to call me that. Besides, we're in England, not Japan," scolded the teen lightly with a smile dancing on his lips, as his hands eagerly took one of the mochi.
"Of course Mr Kururugi-" Began the man but was cut off again.
"None of that either remember," sang the teen as he leaned back in his seat, "call me Suzaku. Su-za-ku."
Smirking, the man replied, "of course master Suzaku," before looking out of the window for a split second. "Just like you ordered, they were disposed of in the most un-painfullest way possible."
The sudden memories of the dead corpses that were now littering about in the forest garden, hidden by all the trees, caused the smirk on the man's face to become a bit more tighter as his eyes narrowed. But all was barely noticeable.
"And Lord Bradley is here as he said," informed the man with a short bow as Suzaku laughed a bit.
"Just remember not to enjoy your self too much..." Reminded the green eyed man as he stood up. His golden eye patch covering his left eye as he walked forward towards the door. Grabbing hold of one of the man's arm, he beamed, "ne, your every bit like a demon since the first day I met you, isn't that right... Lelouch?"
"Luciano Bradley, the current heir of the Bradley industries, famous for their production in weapons. From sources that I have gathered, it would take under an hour before he calls for back up. Meanwhile, I can only request that you stay alive while I bring the food in and out." Informed Lelouch quietly as he opened the doors that lead to the massive dinning hall that was decorated in gold and white. The massive crimson vases that were placed in the corners of the room and the silky golden curtains that were draped, covering the large clear windows.
And just like that, Suzaku made his smile brighter as he walked in. Only to be greeted with the sight of a twenty-three year old man, sitting on a chair with his legs plopped on the table, with out a care in the world as he fiddled with a golden knife in his hands.
"It's rude to keep the guests waiting, Kururugi," he said with mock respect near the ending as he placed his feet down. His orange cape covering his shoulders that matched with his bright, yet muted hair.
"Ah, I apologize for that. I- well, my butler had to take care of some business before reporting back to me," was his only excuse which he said sheepishly. Causing the duke to snort.
"Whatever, just get the food in and we can begin talking." Muttered Luciano with an angry and brash edge to his voice.
Half an hour passed by with the ticking of the clock. And all the time, Suzaku would glance his eyes towards his butler that was dressed in black. And all the time, his butler would give him a reassuring smile. And when the clock chimed six, the butler placed a golden dish onto the table.
"Here at Kururugi. co, we are developing a new cake. That can also be considered as a game," he allowed his voice to echo around the room as he removed the golden lid from the plate, "and would like to share our ideas with you. In this double chocolate velvet cake, I have hidden a pure, golden ring. Of course, the person who finds the ring, is the winner, the king" casting his eyes to the duke and to his master, Lelouch sliced the cake.
"Well then, I can't wait to get the ring. And the money," exaggerated the duke loudly as he quickly hid under the table as soon as he said that. A grin clearly made it's way onto his face as the lights blacked out.
Within a minute, gun fire was heard. And then screaming from many men. Men. Not teenager, men! And panicking, when everything stopped, the duke allowed his head to hover above the table, searching for any signs of Kururugi being dead. Any signs of his blood, or even better, his dead body.
But the lights flashed on. And sitting with a smile on his face was the head of the Kururugi house. Ever safe, ever happy. With at least four dead corpses surrounding him.
Stumbling back, Luciano could only mutter the impossibilities as he tried to make everything- anything make sense. But his brown eyes were wide with fright.
"H-h... W-hy?! How," he yelled desperately as he felt a cold breath, breathing down on him. And when he looked to his right, he saw the butler leaning down. His eyes now crimson with a figure of a bird in the middle of his pupils.
"Look down," whispered Lelouch as Duke Bradley did so. His eyes widening with horror as his face drained it's color. Because where his stomach was, it was pierced with holes. With bullets.
"You should know to never mess with the Kurururgi house," Luciano heard faintly, his world becoming blurry as his hands clenched onto the table. The pain registering in his body as he felt his life flash before his eyes, "because no one can stand in my way."