"Woah, the yard is super cool looking!" I say, looking at the outside of the manor, with Indian decorations everywhere.
"Would you like some food, Ivy?" Agni says, holding up a platter of delicious looking Indian food. Rubbing my hands together excitedly, my eyes gleam at all the food.
"Yes!" I say, making a grab for the food in front of me, but a white gloved hand swats my hand away. I look up at Sebastian, who glowers over me.
"Miss Ivy, we don't wish to ruin your appetite." He says, and I roll my eyes. God, I've been so moody lately, usually my period only lasts 2 days, but today is the fourth day. Is this to do with the reaper's curse?
"Well, Sebastian, I am going now!" I say, turning around from him, long maroon skirt swishing on the ground with my movement. Since guests were at our home at the moment, Ciel informed me I had to wear 'proper attire' until they left.
Pooey.
"Finnyyyyyyy!" I call out, as I see the gardener in the hallway. "Yeeeeeessss?" He asks, turning towards me.
"Can you summon a carriage to take me into town? I need to buy Christmas gifts!" I exclaim, and his eyes widen.
"Really? Okay, I'll go get one right away!" He says, saluting me, before running off. I sigh in relief, honestly, I need to meet with the Undertaker. I have some questions. Also, I have a sack of money I've been saving up from Ciel, when he recklessly overpays for everything, hehe. Oh, and it's combined with my allowance, so that's great too.
"Dear Elizabeth,
Hello Elizabeth! I am planning a cute Christmas-Themed scavenger hunt, and was wondering if you'd like to be apart of it, it would be great if you did!
-Ivy Adams."
"That's why I'm concerned, Undertaker," I say, taking a bite off the bone-shaped cookie. I had sneaked away from Ciel's manor while he was taking his lessons, but I'll be back eventually.
Onto other matters, Ciel was acting oddly selfish and possessive of me, and it was bugging me. But why was he doing it? He was always telling me what to do, and I hated it! In the carriage on the way to the Undertaker's place, I put on a brown wig, pinning my hair into a bun. I was wearing 'commoner' clothing, a blue striped skirt, with a white blouse and a red collar over it. My grey trenchcoat had been draped over a coffin, as it was really hot and stuffy in here.
"Well, Death's Kiss is basically saving one's life from death, saving their life. In it's place, a life needs to be taken. So, with the bolder reaper, the actions of the cycle will reflect that reaper's brash personality." The Undertaker explains, and I think. I must have freaking Grell this month!
"That oddly makes sense, but does this mean I won't age for the rest of time? And I'll keep cycling?" I ask, and he shakes his head.
"You'll age to your most prime, ripe age, than you'll no longer age. Most women with the Death's Kiss stop aging at age 20-22, but they still look like young adults too, but with more matured features. So, the people who delivered the reaper's kiss, when they said you wouldn't age that was incorrect. The changes just take longer to happen, and you still look slightly similar. " He says, and I sigh. I'll be short forever...
"How is the young lord and his demon doing?" The Undertaker asks, and I roll my eyes. "Ciel's acting awfully selfish lately, and being possessive of me. I don't like that side of him one bit, and don't get me started on Sebastian! He tried doing this demon-thingie on me in the woods, where he tried to charm me into getting information," I say, recounting how he picked me up in his arms, and I shudder. "I still feel violated."
The Undertaker chuckles, "Most women would kill to be held by Sebastian, but not you. Even if he wasn't a demon, would you still let him do that?"
"Hell no, I'm not letting anyone touch me like that," I grumble, taking another bite of my cookie, as the parlor door opened, and in walked a man with brown hair, and a trim beard.
"Undertaker, I am so frustrated!" He declares, with a heavy French accent, canvas tucked under his arm. "How so, Pierre?" The Undertaker asks, and Pierre starts talking in rapid French, but instead of trying to translate it in my head (I was never the best at French. I know how to count to ten, how to say 'take cover!' and ), I pulled out a book, and started reading.
"That's it! This woman compliments the background I have created!" He declares in English, and I look up at Pierre, who started setting up his canvas, pulling out oil paints.
"Fair woman, please continue to read your book, this will be useful to me!" He declares, and I shrug. "Sure, I'm Ivy Adams," I respond, looking back at the Sherlock Holmes book I was reading.
"And I am Pierre Auguste-Renoir," he says, and my eyes widen. He's a famous painter! Wait, my clothes, the book...
I was the woman in the painting from La Liseuse!
This is so exciting, I made history by just reading a book! I continued to read, as Pierre kept painting.
A few hours later, I finish the book. "Should I continue to pretend to read?" I ask.
"Mmmm...for a few more moments. I need to finish the shading..." he says, and a few minutes later, he says the French word for 'done.'
"Thank god!" I say, standing up and cracking my neck. "Can I see it?" I ask, walking over to Pierre, looking at the painting. Sure enough, it was the famous one in modern day I remember seeing. My friend took European art, and I helped her study, and this painting stood out to me for some reason. No wonder, because it was me! That's so freaking cool! And, now that I notice, the bun is slightly darker, almost a purpley color, because of me!
"I'll be back tomorrow for when it dries!" Pierre says, before jumping out the window, and my eyebrow twitches. "Does...he..."
"That's his preferred way of exiting," The Undertaker says with a shrug, before looking at the clock on the wall. "It is only noon, you can accomplish your shopping, and finish before nightfall."
"You're right!" I exclaim, turning to leave, before I look back at the Undertaker, who was sniffing a coffin. "Thank you, and please, give Ciel's manor address to Pierre! I wish to become pen-pals with him!"
"Sure, sure!" Undertaker says, and I smile, and leave.
"Dear Undertaker,
Hello Undertaker, this is Ivy Adams, and I was wondering if you'd like to be in a Christmas Scavenger hunt, it'll be pretty funny.
-Ivy Adams."
I buy everyone their Christmas gifts. Mey-Rin a Victorian man-fantasy book that would send Fabio running for his money, Bard a beginner's cook book and a book about the history of explosives, Finny another straw hat and cute blue bobby pins, Ciel a new black felt tophat with a white band and blue roses, Tanaka a tea blend, Madame Red a red handbag with a hidden pocket for holding weapons, Lau a hookah (that store smelled horrible!) Lizzy a cute pair of pink kitten heels with dark pink roses on the tips, Agnie and Soma winter gloves, and Sebastian a black and gray scarf, which I knitted 'SM' on it's end in a white on the carriage ride back.
But, I still have about 10 minutes before I'm back at the mansion. I had also purchased a diary for myself, where I recollected all of the events that had happened so far, so I wouldn't forget any of it. Afterall, if I live forever, I might forget things, and I had already had my set of diaries back at Ciel's manor in my closet of stuff from the future. I had those in my purse because I was going to take them over to my friend's house after I went shopping to discuss the memories of the school, and how we were kick-ass assassins since fifth grade...
But, I can't discuss anything with her, ever again. Well, I actually can. Once I arrive to the moment in time where I got hit by the car, I'll set up a life for myself, though I might look older...
No, I have no use of thinking of these things now.
I had purchased all of my supplies to upper Sweden for my reindeer-hopping, I'd spend a week there during the 26th-1st of January, and I'd leave the night of the 25th, and I'd arrive back on the 2nd. Running of the reindeers, reindeer-hopping, and many other names, all were fun to do.
"Miss, we've arrived," the coach man says, opening up the door, revealing the Phantomhive mansion illuminated by the stars above.
"Thank you," I say, passing him a few gold coins, as I step out with my bags, as I step towards the doors of the manor, creaking them open.
"Ivy! Where in the blazes were you?!" Ciel asks, standing at the top of the staircase, as he walked down it to meet me. I looked behind him, and saw Sebastian standing there with the servants lurking behind a pillar.
"Oh, I went and bought Christmas presents for everyone, and had a nice chat with the Undertaker! It was quite lovely, and I had a gre-"
SLAP!
I look down at Ciel's blue eye that bore a steely will, with his right gloved hand raised in the opposite direction of his body. A faint stinging was coming from my right cheek, sending pins and needles through my face.
"How dare you leave the Phantomhive manor without permission!" He shouts, blue eye boring into me. "You did not let anyone know, lest gave any hint to where you were going!"
"Ciel," I reply calmly, "I am not metal and you are not a blacksmith, I will not bend to your will."
I've been through so much training at St. Samael's, and I have refused to bend to terrorist's wills. I was not going to bend today to a little boy!
"Damn it woman, you live in my manor! You shall do what I say!" He says, and I arch a brow at him.
"No matter how the wind howls, the mountain will not bow to it." I say, sas I step past him, my shoulder brushing into his, as I walk up every-other staircase. I look straight ahead, eyes never wavering, as I walk past Sebastian, who had a neutral expression.
Was I mad?
No. I was agitated. Agitated how Ciel was acting like I was a dog, and how Sebastian didn't stop Ciel when he did with Lizzy in the manga when Ciel attempted to slap her...
...but I changed everything with my presence here.
"Miss Ivy, would you like assistance with your luggage?" Sebastian asks, breaking the icy silence.
"No thanks, Sebastian!" I say cheerfully, looking back at him with a smile on my face, as his jaw loosens in shock slightly. "I have Christmas presents in here, very secretive they are! I am not one to be a ruiner of surprises, am I now?"
Sebastian smirks, "No, you aren't, Miss Ivy. Good night."
"Good night everyone!" I say, turning back around. "Sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite!"
As Ivy turned her back to the servants and Ciel, Sebastian smirked. She was certainly full of surprises, and didn't weep when Ciel hit her. True, he could've stopped Ciel, but Sebastian wished to test her. To see if she was strong enough to hold her own against verbal and physical attacks, and she surely could. Well, when she prevented the attack from the homeless Indian proved it, but who knew she could be so strong against verbal attacks?
Now, Sebastian had no doubt in his mind that she was the one who knocked out every single person with the Viscount at the ball earlier, and Sebastian knew for a fact that she had Madame Red stop the killings with her reaper-butler, Grell. But the real question was how did she have this strength and knowledge? She was very-much a human, so what gave her this strength, beauty, and intelligence?
Either way, it didn't matter. She was simply ravishing, and Sebastian would claim her. Rare things belong as collector's items, after all.
Meanwhile, Ciel was shocked. Shocked he had hit Ivy. and shocked by her reaction. Why did she not submit? Why did she not weep when he hit her, and why did she stay calm? Sighing, Ciel's hands fell to his sides, and he stared at the ground. He felt that her words hurt more than his hit...
In my room, I was wondering why. Why was I even staying here? I have the power to run...
But, I'm here for a reason. I'm going to rewrite what I can, to save more people. Like how I saved Madame Red's life for later, how I'll save more oncoming lives.
That's right, Ivy, just remind yourself. Remind yourself to be strong, for Ciel, for Sebastian, and for you!
The whole day, Ciel avoided me, and I caught Sebastian looking at me, but I ignored his looks.
Instead of pestering anyone, I spent the whole day playing in the snow with the servants, Agni and Soma before I made cookies and hot chocolate. It was so good, and I relaxed a bit throughout the day. Than-the snowball fight. Imagine: a sniper, an ex-soldier, a super-strong excited boy, a Prince, a devoted butler and an assassin-in-training walking out onto a field of snow and they declare a snowball fight. Who will win? And who surrenders first? It was Soma and Agni, Finny and Bard, and finally Mey-Rin and I.
Who won? Well, it was obviously Mey-Rin and I. Bard was too afraid to hit a girl (until he got a snowball to the face from me), Finny was afraid he'd throw it too hard, Soma's throw was too weak and Agni got pelted with snowballs at the beginning of the game by all of us to eliminate him.
"Miss Ivy," Sebastian says, tapping my shoulder as I was reading Jane Eyre in the private library. "Yes, Sebastian?" I ask, and he sighs. He never sighs... I turn around, and he looks over me, worried expression on face.
"Ciel wishes for you to come with us." He says, and I stand up, looking down at my outfit, which was a pair of black sweatpants, a gray sweat shirt that read 'Normal People Scare Me," and my lime green tennis shoes.
"I'm all ready to go," I say, picking up the knit black gloves on the couch, slipping them on to my hands, as I slapped the earflap winter's hat on my head. Sebastian arched a brow, "Why are you wearing such...man-like clothing all the time? And at 2:45, no less."
"Because, this will be fine," I say, putting the bookmark into Jane Eyre, sticking it under my arm. "Besides, it's uncomfortable wearing a floor-length dress to do missions." He sighs, "Follow me," he says, walking out the door, as I trail behind. "And, what do you mean by missions?"
Oh shit.
"By missions, I mean activities, like riding horses, or running, or playing in the snow." I reply, an easy smile forming on my face. Last year, I went to a masquerade ball for the sophomores and juniors, and I absolutely loved it. I got asked out by a boy writing 'Masquerade-Ivy?' on the wall with a high-power laser. It was so romantic, and...and then the incident happened.
Shuddering slightly as the sound of the ocean plays in my mind, and his body...
Pinching myself, I snap out of it, before Sebastian notices anything was wrong.
Sebastian led me to the carriage, where I plopped inside, as I sit across from Ciel and Soma, while I sat next to Lau. Ciel looked away from me immediately, though I caught his eye wavering over me occasionally. Ciel was wearing a fluffy brown cloak that made him look like an eskimo, Lau in a winter version of his usual clothes, and Soma in a white cape draped over his usual clothing, pinned by a red and gold brooch.
"Ciel, why are you acting so awkwardly around me?" I ask, though I knew the answer.
"No reason," he quickly says, but I sigh. "Listen, nothing happened, and only acting like this will affect how we work as a team. So, don't let the past interfere."
Ciel's eye flashes for a moment, before returning to its usual bored state. "Fine by me."
We stopped in front of a stone manor, as we exited the carriage. "So, this is the building? Looks like..." Lau starts, but Ciel cuts him off.
"Maybe we can finally see what's going on," he complains.
"This is the home of Harold West Jebb, he is involved with the import of various goods. I've met him once, he is rather creepy and odd, not to mention his criminal record." Sebastian says, as I look up at the vast mansion.
"Despite this, he seems to be a top banana, is he not?" I ask, turning back to the men.
"Top...banana?" Lau asks, cocking his head to the side in confusion.
"I use a lot of American idioms, sorry." I say, looking back up at the huge wall in front of us.
"Well, we should get in to inspect," Ciel says, following my gaze directed at the wall.
"If you so wish," Sebastian says, grabbing Ciel under his arm, while holding me in a sitting position on top of his arm, as he jumped over the wall. I felt the whoosh of air around me, as I put my hand on my head to keep my hat on.
"What was that for, Sebastian?! And, why did you hold Ivy nicer than me?!" Ciel demands, as Sebastian lowers me to the ground, and drops Ciel into the snow, where he gets a face full of snow. This didn't happen in the manga or anime...
"I do believe this is much faster, besides, Miss Ivy is a lady, and must be treated as so." Sebastian counters, smirking in my direction. Ciel's eyebrow twitches, but he doesn't reply.
"Thanks Seb, but I could've climbed that wall, but I appreciate the thought," I say, as growls come from my right. I turn my head, to see black Great Dane dogs. Oh, Great Dane puppies are so freaking cute, I want one so bad! But, these ugly things were all marred and are grinning viciously, saliva dripping down their canines, with angry looks crossing their faces as they pad through the snow towards us.
"Ivy, Ciel!" Soma calls out, as Sebastian's eyes immediately flash at the dogs, as they submit to him, backing off. Absolutely nothing will come to harm his Ivy.
"Huh, the dogs are backing off?" Soma asks confused, jumping off the wall with Lau.
"Hmmph, such cowardly dogs Lord West has raised," Sebastian says, as Ciel stands up, brushing the snow off his face.
"Ivy! Look over here!" Lau calls out, and I turn to see him standing above the security guard, who has a dart stuck in his neck.
"Good job, Lau, let's get in!" I say, bouncing inside the door Lau held open for me, as Sebastian's, Soma's, and Ciel's eyebrows twitched.
"She certainly is related to Kali somehow..." Soma says, following behind Ciel and Sebastian. Sebastian smirked in agreement, she certainly was something.
We heard a voice, and peered through a doorway, to see a blonde man in a black suit, holding in front of Agni a cigar.
"These are Grade A Havana cigars, I got these babies from James Fox, who has a royal warrant." The blonde man brags, but Agni looks straight forward. Blondie shrugs, before taking the cigar and starts to smoke it.
"Anyways, everything's gone according to plan, in one week it will all be decided." Blonde says, before reaching out and grasps Agni's hand, who starts sweating. "Only with this 'right hand of god' will I realize my dream. I've been planning this for three years, so I'll definitely complete it."
"And if I help you with this, Meena will-" Agni starts, and Soma bolts to the door. I stick my leg out, as he slams the door open.
"Did someone say Me-?!" He says, stepping into the room, but trips over my leg, and onto his face.
"You fool!" Ciel cries out, when Sebastian covers Ciel's mouth, and whispers something to him.
"P-prince! Let me help you u-" Agni starts, but Soma looks up at him with hard eyes, standing up to full height. Think quickly, Ivy! Oh wait, the deer head, but Sebastian would use that! Hat on my head... got it! Taking off my hat, I take my hair, pressing it over my forehead like bangs, before I put my hat on. Haha-genius! Of course, it looks like I have purple bangs, but this works! Reaching into my pocket, I pull out some extra flour from baking, and I pay my cheeks and upper lip with the flour.
Perfect!
"Agni, what's going on?! You know where Meena is?!" Soma starts, as Blonde Bitch smirks. "Ah, this is your master, Agni?"
"Agni, beat up this guy!" Soma declares, dramatically pointing at Lord WUSS, but Agni looks down.
"Agni, shut this guy up!" Lord West declares, as Agni's eyes widen, and Agni turns to Soma, raising his hand to strike down Sebastian. Suddenly, a black-tux clad tall person pops out of nowhere, blocking Agni's attack! It lifts up its head, and reveals...a deer?
"WHAT THE FU-" Lord West starts, when Deerbastian turns it's head to West, making him shudder.
"I am a deer sent to collect the prince," Sebastian says, bowing.
"Destroy the deer, Agni! This must be one of the Prince's spies!" Lord West declares, pointing at Sebastian.
"No, you see, I am simply one hell of a deer," Sebastian replies.
Catchphrase~!
"I can't possibl-" Agni starts, but West cuts him off. "Do you want me to take back my promise?! I order you to do this right now!"
Wow, this guy is almost as good at cutting people off as Trump is (A/N- I'm writing this in late September, so I have no idea who won the presidential election yet)
(A/N= I'm reviewing this chapter 11/2 AND I'M SCARED WHAT IF TRUMP IS ELECTED).
(A/N/N=fuck.)
"My god, I only wanted to serve him, this right hand I used for only his sake," Agni says, falling to his knees. "I've chosen this sin of betrayal," he unwraps his bandaged hand, as bloody tears run down his cheeks, "please, forgive me."
Agni stands up, and swings at Deerbastian. They fight for a bit, destroying West's valued possessions that are for some reason stored in the same room.
"It seems as if we should get going, Ciel," Lau says, picking Ciel up, before running from the room. "Wait, you need to bring Ivy and Soma too!" Ciel calls out to Sebastian.
"As you wish," Deerbastian says, picking up Soma, head turning towards me.
"I got myself, get going, quick!" I say, as Deerbastian hesitantly nods, before jumping out the window.
"And what the hell are you? A purple haired hobo?" Lord West asks, head turning towards me. I look around the room, the chest is broken, the wooden tableware, the lamp...oh look! A fine-china cabinet!
"It seems that the deer forgot this, and I am actually Santa Claus." I say, calmly walking over to it, as I tip it over, sending it crashing to the floor and glass falling everywhere.
"AGNI, GET HIM RIG-"
"Sorry, I'll be heading out now!" I say, running towards the already jumped through window, falling through the air for a moment, before I hit the soft, snowy ground in a roll.
"Oh, look at that, the snow is moistening me. Hehe, moist." I say to myself, as I climb the wall to escape West's manor, before getting into the carriage back home, falling asleep in the process.
I wake up to the smell of...curry?
Curry...?
Curry!
Cur-ray!
Cur-bae
Come-bae
Jae-hae
Jaehee. (A/n=possible mystic messenger fanfic (it'd be a CROSSOVER!)
Shaking my thoughts from MM, I realize I'm going to miss Sebastian's curry!
Racing out of bed, my feet pounded down the hallway, rushing into the dining hall, kicking open the door, as it flew open.
"This is British Style Bengal Chicken curry for an idea of the contest the 23rd next we-" Sebastian says, passing a plate of curry to the Prince, when a door opened into the dining room, almost flying off the hinges. "Kali!" Prince Soma starts, but Ivy just shakes her head, hair sticking up in all directions. She was wearing the clothes from last night, and she appears to have just awoken. "It's Ivy, but nice try! I'm ready to eat some curry~!" She says, rubbing her hands together like a raccoon ready to feast, as she looks up at Sebastian with bright eyes. "Did you just wake up?" He asks, as he prepares a bowl of curry for her. Like Sebastian had mentioned previously, Ivy was certainly interesting, and Sebastian would attempt to claim her later. Most souls are a light, shimmering silver with white edges, but Ivy's soul was pure white, with sparkling, almost glowing, blue edges. Sebastian would simply place his mark on her, and she'll find it hard to resist and eventually cave. But when he should, that's the question...
"Yup, and I'm staaarving! I haven't eaten since yesterday!" I complain, and Sebastian smirks. "Certainly, Miss Ivy." he says, passing me a bowl.
"Oooh! Smells great!" I say, taking a spoon, putting it in my mouth. It felt...divine! But, soul was lacking, not Ciel's soul, but the passion in cooking. The flavors flowed together like a river, but the curry didn't create a story. And, there's curry powder, which didn't properly blend, yuck!
"Tastes good, but I don't appreciate the curry powder. That'll get you out right away." I say, pushing the bowl away, as I stand up, walking to Sebastian. "And, you lack soul in your cooking, too. Your flavors flow together like a river, but the river is on an empty background. It will probably only be on a competitive level with Agni after you find that soul, that passion." I explain, walking to the door so I can go to the kitchen and grab an apple.
"Why so, Miss Ivy?" Sebastian asks, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. I look over my shoulders, "Sebastian, Agni loves his master, and cooks for him with the passion burning inside of him. Agni uses his hand for the sake of Soma, and pours his heart into everything for Soma. While you effortlessly carry out every command Ciel demands, you lack the passion and love Agni carries. If you find someone to love like that, with that passion burning inside of you where you'd complete something for them in their name like Agni does, you'll never falter."
"Love can make someone weak, though, so why do you claim that someone will never lose with love?" Sebastian asks, smirk coming on someone's face.
"I never said that, I said someone would never falter, as they are always filled with strength and passion. Besides, my mistakes make me human. My failures make me stronger. Love keeps me alive, because I go on everyday with that burning passion within me to keep me going." I say with a smile, as the smirk falls off Sebastian's face, as Ciel leans slightly forward, hooked onto Ivy's strange words. Soma was proud of how Agni cared for him, and Soma than wished he showed his affections for Agni more.
"When you carry out your actions with this passion I speak of, I'll recognize you!" I say, turning around from Sebastian, taking a step out of the door.
"Recognize me as...?" Sebastian asks, and I smile.
"As the best butler I've ever met!" I respond, closing the door behind me, as I make my way to to the kitchen.
-two days later-
"So, this is your latest curry?" I ask, as I'm writing letters in my room for my trip to Sweden. Since Ciel yelled at me because I didn't let anyone know where I was going, I was setting up a scavenger hunt that'll take place the whole time I'm away.
Yes, I am trying to be petty to him. Forgive, but never forget after all. They'll be so busy with the tasks, they'll only finish the day I return. Besides, it'll be great how they'll have a fun time with everyone during that period of time, I think Ciel's family and friends will enjoy it.
"Yes, it is, Ivy," Sebastian says, setting a curry dish in front of me. "Well, I'll take a bite," I say, taking a bite. Instead of being just a river, it's the flowing river with a boat drifting through it, but it's...isolated.
"Loneliness is all I can read," I say, "it's a rather melancholy scene."
"I shall try harder," he says, bowing to me, "I wish to please you and the young master."
"No, no, no, Sebastian, the curry is delicious, and I can tell you put effort into it with the spices, but you chose rather melancholy spices. Winter is dreary enough already, so put a kick into people's lives. Tastes like England, looks like America..." I say, cheerfully, before a frown crossed my face.
"That sounded quite rude, I apologize," I finish, putting the letters in my desk.
"Where are you going, Ivy?" He asks. "Why, I'm joining everyone else for the curry taste-testing, it's no fun alone, is it now?" I ask, turning back to smile at him, before I bounce down to the dining hall.
I outlast everyone when we ate curry, up to 30 curries, but that's mainly because I took 5 bites or less. Different spices struck me with different emotions, but none of them painted the whole scene. And, all of them had the isolated boat.
"Se-bas-tian!" I say, walking into the kitchen, as I watch Sebastian whisk the Gateau Chocolat. "Yes, Ivy?"
"I see you are still confused about the substance and depth of curry that Soma mentioned, correct?" I ask, as I snag an apple from the pantry, putting it under running water.
"Yes, I am, though I hate to admit it," Sebastian admits truthfully. "Well, you remember our conversation from a few days ago?" I ask, and he gives a half-smile.
"How could I forget such a conversation, especially when you said you'd recognize me as the Best Butler you've ever met?" He says, and I roll my eyes. "Of course you'd remember for that reason, but listen. The substance and depth Soma was talking about is the one I was talking about. Add something that gives joy, that sheds light in the darkness." I take a bite of the apple, and start to chew, as realization dawns in Sebastian's eyes, as he looks at the Gateau Chocolat.
"So, you are implying that-"
"Children take joys in sweet things, do they not?" I swallow back my apple mush. "Children take a liking to sweet things like Americans love their deep fried food."
"Is this the passion and substance I lacked?" Sebastian asks, and I set the apple down on the counter, walking towards Sebastian.
"Whisk," I say, as he reluctantly let's go of the whisk in the bowl, as my hand grasps it. There's no warmth there that would have resided from Sebastian if he was human.
"Now, I cook with passion," I say, as I start whisking the Gateau Chocolat, as I start sprinkling the powdered sugar in there.
"Miss Ivy, that is an excessive amount of powdered sug-"
"Sebastian, there's an excessive amount of powdered sugar on your face!" I say, turning around and throwing the pinches of powdered sugared in his face. It quickly clouds over his face, as his eyes widen in shock.
Since when did he let a human, a human, hit him with projectiles?
"Ivy," he says, looking down at his dusty attire, before running his fingers through his dusty hair. I gulp, before I turn back to the Gateau. "Yes?" I ask, and I feel him take powdered sugar and throw it at the back of my head.
I gasp, before turning back at him, craning my neck up to look him in the eyes, as I playfully glare, when he smirks. "You have an excessive amount of powdered sugar in your hair."
"Oh, it is so on!" I say, taking the sack of flour laying on the counter, throwing it at him. He easily catches it with unmeasurable strength, but it explodes in his hand because of his strong grip. His jaw lessens slightly, looking at his cakey white clothes, hair, and the small amount of skin he had was showing was coated in flour.
"Well, this is where I leave!" I say, "You could probably make another cake with the flour you have on you, bye~!" I say, before I run out of the kitchen, forgetting my apple.
Sebastian smirked, before clapping his gloves together, and shaking his hair out, much like a dog. His eyes meet the door where Ivy had just escaped from, and his eyes flash the demonic pink, and everything was orderly again. The kitchen, the Gateau Chocolat was baking, and his clothes were perfectly poised.
"Run, run, if you can, but I'll always find you," Sebastian says with a sing-song voice, before he runs, leaving a blurry after-image behind, before that too disappears.
Quickly running away from Sebastian, I pound my legs against the floors, as I sharply turn left, right, and left again, before I see a hallway full of doors.
"There must be somewhere I can hide," I say, as I run to the door at the end of the hallway, opening a door, quickly running in before I lock the door behind me. Looking around the room, I notice that inside is a plain, twin bed with a metal frame, a large wooden wardrobe, a chair and desk for writing, and a small fireplace. Quickly, I run to the wardrobe, thrusting it open, as a horde of...cats land on top of me?
As the fluffy, little bodies of cats landed all over me, I fell to the ground defeated. Two, four, six, eight, twelve...thirteen cats?! Of course Sebastian would chose such an unlucky number, but really, 13 cats? He's the worst cat lady ever... his room can't house these kittens!
The door opened, revealing Sebastian standing there with a shocked expression on his face, as he witnessed Ivy being walked over by his 13 precious kittens. They pawed at her body, and walked on her, as she laughed. They licked at the sugar on her, and she affectionately rubbed one of the heads of the kittens, who nudged her hand with content.
"I'm an animal lover, if I do say so myself," I say, rubbing the head of the little kitten, who started purring.
"I enjoy felines, there is nothing like cats where I'm from." Sebastian says, bending down to pick up and cradle a gray kitten, quickly forgetting of his plot to avenge himself for the messy flour incident. We're silent for a moment, and I think of a conversation breaker.
"So, excuse me if this sounds rude, but is it true that demons are fallen angels who mutated to the darkness, because their own desires exceeded the laws of heaven?" I ask, sitting up as I recall the stories of Lucifer from the religious studies we did at school.
Wow, great conversation starter, Ivy.
Sebastian smirked, before sitting down in the chair at his desk, stroking the gray kitten like an evil man from a movie, like the boss.
"Well, that's more what a fallen angel is, to be exact. They have their own desires, so they came down from heaven to achieve those, but they are still welcomed back if their own desires aren't too grave." Sebastian says, looking down at the kitten affectionately. "But, us demons come straight from the product of human desires. The first demon to exist was 100% based off of humanity's dark desires, and 665 others formed from these desires quickly after this first demon. These demons, who formed contracts with humans, had prominent contract marks since they are more powerful, while other demons who were half-breeds of the products of humans and demons or any other species had less prominent marks. These original demons, about 3/4 of them were killed, while others are residing in our realm, living like royals."
"Than, you are a...?" I ask, and he chuckles darkly. "I am neither of these those things," he says, closing his eyes, before they snap open, blazing pink. "I am far more powerful than those peasants." He rumbles, canines in his mouth elongating.
I shift my eyes down to the tabby kitten in my lap, as I pat it's head lightly. "Then why do you form contracts?" I ask, as his eyes flash back to their normal color, fangs retracting.
"Because, developing and cultivating the souls are far more interesting than going on about as if it's a buffet." He explains lazily, as the kitten hops off his lap, and pads over to me. His eyes follow the kitten, before turning to the brown-purple haired short girl in front of him, with her sleeve coming off her shoulder.
Sebastian Michaellis, butler to a spoiled brat. That's what he is today, but in his true form, he was Malphas, next in line for the thrown to Hell. And, quite possibly, he'd like to make a certain someone his queen, or at the very least, mistress. For a little while, until he loses interest, that is. He'll just slowly drag her down, where she can't escape her feelings for Sebastian. Body and emotional manipulation can be boring after a while, he'll make sure she feels it naturally so she accepts him more. Than, he'll transform her into a demon. Just as she starts to love him back, he'll deny her, leaving her to suffer for eternity...never letting her go at the same time as well. Eternal suffering, forever and forever being reminded that he'll never be hers. And, if she tries to escape? He'd chain her up to him for the rest of eternity.
Now, that would be an interesting sight to see.
"Well, that's interesting," I respond softly, running my finger over a tabby cat's head. It nudges my hand a bit, snuggling into it.
"Ivy, how did you even know I was a demon in the first place?" Sebastian asks, a serious look crossing his face.
"You are too perfect to be a human. You flawlessly execute any plan, and charm ladies' knickers off left and right." I sigh, "But that is your greatest downfall, Sebastian."
"How so?" He asks with a smirk, and I look at him.
"You'll never know the joy of accomplishing something you had failed before. Never experience the victory of finally achieving the hardest feat. After all, you are a demon who can accomplish anything." The smirk fades from Sebastian's face, as I stand up. "I'll take my leave now," turn towards the door.
"Ivy, what were you even doing in here in the first place?" Sebastian asked, a neutral expression on face..
"I stumbled in here, fate is an odd thing, isn't it?"
"Dear Lau and Lau's friends,
Hello Lau, this is Ivy Adams, and I was wondering if you'd like to be apart of a Christmas Scavenger hunt, it'll be great fun to see.
-Ivy Adams."
"This curry..." I say, as I take a bite of Sebastian's curry the next day, and suddenly, I'm filled with the scenery. It's the drifting boat down a river, with England's castle behind it, with the outlines of 3 people which are a tall, lanky man, a short child-like figure, with a womanly-shaped figure next to the child, but they are about the same height with curly hair.
"It's good." I finish, as Soma does his little rant, but I feel Sebastian's eyes on me the whole time. Is he upset I didn't say he's the bestest butler in the whole world?
"Well, we'll use this curry in the competition, than." Sebastian says, a smirk on face. "And, we shall win." Ciel finishes, before turning towards me. "Ivy, don't you think this curry with my chocolate will win?" he asks, smirk on face.
Obviously, but I don't want them to get too big headed.
"Possibly," I say, as I see the servants rush into the dining hall, donned in winter's clothing. "We're going into town now, yes!" Mey-Rin says, "Thank you for the day off, Mr. Sebastian!" Finny says, and Bard grins. "Yeah, thanks Sebastian!" He says, and I stand up.
"Can I go with you guys, too? I haven't finished my Christmas list," I say, thinking about heading to the Undertaker. Something about what Sebastian said to me was making me uneasy...
"Absolutely-!" The servants say, smiles on faces. "-not." Ciel finishes, and the servants and I turn to him, shocked expressions on face.
"Why not? I'll be with them the whole time," I say, "and, you'll know where I'm going. No biggie."
"I believe this would be a good opportunity to do things at the manor without the servants or Ivy present, young master." Sebastian says, as Ciel presses his thumb to his lip in thought, debating the pros and cons, before sitting up straight.
"Fine, but you must stay with the servants," Ciel explains, and I sigh in relief. "Thank you!" I say, walking up to him, giving him a bone-crushing hug, but this time, he doesn't resist. He almost seems to relax-did he just sniff me?
I pull away, turning to the servants. "I'll be ready in 5, I need to put on a coat!" I say, before running up the stairs, getting ready to go.
"Dear Auntie Red,
I am organizing a Christmas Scavenger hunt, and was wondering if you'd like to be in it. This would suit your interests, and I bet you'd have a splendid time.
-I hope to see you soon, Ivy Adams."
"Can I stop by the Undertaker's really quick?" I ask, as Mey-Rin sighs. "I was told to keep you in my sight, Ivy. Please don't make me break my master's orders..."
"You won't be..." I say, pulling open the door to the Undertaker's. "You can wait out here, or come in with me. I won't force you to do anything. I'll be here for an hour or so, so I won't leave until you come back. Scout's honor." I promise, and she sighs. "Fine, Ivy, but you better keep to your promise, or I'll tell the young master you ran off!" She huffs out, and I smile. "Thanks Mey-Rin! See ya later alligator!" I enter the Undertaker's.
"So, Ivy, what brings you here today?" The Undertaker asks, lounging on a coffin in his black snuggies. "Nothing much...except I want to know information...?" I ask, and he grins, and cackles slightly, before his eyes light up. "You know the price, a good laugh! I let you off easy last time, but this time-"
"What type of art does skeletons make." I say dully. "What type of art?!" The Undertaker asks excitedly, like a frenzied dog.
"Skull tures." I say, with the *pun* tone of voice, as the Undertaker falls back in laughter.
I got that from a joke book in 2nd grade...
"Hi-hilarious!" The Undertaker says, wiping a tear away from his eyes underneath his long bangs, and I smile. Finally, the questions I have been longing to ask, about Sebastian. The Undertaker is a very old grim reaper, he'd know what Sebastian is.
"For my question, I was wondering what type of demon Sebastian is." I say seriously, and the smile falls off the ex-reaper's face, making me slightly nervous. I've never seen a serious Undertaker, unless it's a grave situation...
"Sebastian is a very...unusual demon." The Undertaker starts.
"How so?" I ask, sitting down on one of the coffins, resting my chin on my hand's palm.
"Well, for one thing, he was able to recreate Ciel's manor after the tragic fire..."
He builds citadels and impregnable towers.
"Can easily break down his enemy's forces, physical or spiritual..."
Breaks down enemy's barricades.
"Easily found especially talented servants..."
Finds good workers.
"He receives sacrifices, but will deceive those who sacrificed the sacrifices in a trap, which is how he met the young lord."
Will receive sacrifices but deceive the sacrificers.
If I think about it, Sebastian is shown to be able to rebuild Ciel's mansion in seconds after it had been burned down to ashes. As for the workers, he did find Mey-Rin, Finny and Bard whom, despite being human, did have special abilities: all of them can protect the mansion and Ciel. Furthermore, Ciel did not actually summon Sebastian, it was the doing of the cult that was using Ciel as a sacrifice... meaning that Sebastian , received the sacrifice and deceived the sacrificers by having them slaughtered one by one at the demand of his new master, who had a very appealing soul. Matching this up with the demonology I learned about in religious studies (and, possibly, Supernatural) only one description came to mind.
"Are you meaning that..." I start, and the Undertaker nods.
"Sebastian is Ma-" He starts, before quickly closing his mouth. "Never speak the name of the demon if you know them, they'll become alert..." he whispers, before I nod. "I know who you are speaking of, but why would such a powerful demon work for a little boy?" I ask, and the Undertaker leans back onto his coffin.
"One thing you'll learn through time, immortality gets a bit drab and boring after a while. Why not experience some action for a bit through serving a childish master, who orders on impulse?" The Undertaker asks, smile coming back onto his face.
"I suppose, but that's quite odd. Why not serve someone who's older?" I ask.
"Because, it's no fun watching a tainted soul become more tainted, it's more interesting to demons to develop the souls, so they're ripe enough for plucking."
"Hello Soma and Agni,
This is Ivy Adams, and in England, we have a tradition of Christmas. For this tradition, I've planned a Christmas scavenger hunt, and I was wondering if you'd like to be apart of this.
Your friend, Ivy Adams."
"Un elefante!" I exclaim, looking at the giant elephant in front of me, covered in Indian cloths.
"Yes, that's an elephant. They're considered sacred animals in India, I have about 10 in my palace," Soma remarks, looking up at the elephant, smile lighting up on his face. Today, the servants had dressed up, and Soma dressed down with a cloth covering his head (wow-perfect disguise) and so had I. I was wearing a dark blue dress, with a light gray bow pulling my hair into a bun, with my trench coat over it. Underneath the skirt, I was wearing sweat pants that had a monkey plastered on my left butt cheek. Hey, they were comfy, besides, no one would be able to tell with these damn dresses...
"Have you seen an elephant before, Miss Ivy?" Sebastian asks, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
"Yup, I've seen them at the zoo before," I say, as he nods in understandment. "Besides, I'm more excited to see the Crystal Palace! I've always wanted to, but have been unable to, sadly." I respond, and Ciel arches a brow.
"Why have you not been able to visit?" He asks.
Because it's destroyed in a fire in 1936.
"Because I've only just arrived in England." I respond, and he nods.
"Yo, Ivy!" Lau says, walking towards us, with Ran Mao practically taped to his side, boobs bulging within tight clothing.
"I cannot believe you brought one of your harem women even though you're in front of clients..." Ciel says snarkily, and I arch a brow in confusion. He hadn't replied so snarkily in the manga or in the anime...
"Even though we aren't related by blood, I think of Ran Mao as my sister, isn't she just the cutest?" Lau asks, and I smile. She's really pretty, but definitely not the sister type.
"Oh, if it isn't Lord Phantomhive!" A voice says, and we turn around to see the blonde asshat, Lord West.
"Lord West, it's been a while, last year, if I remember correctly." Ciel says coolly, sticking his hand out to shake Lord West's hand, but Lord West's eyes turn towards me.
"And, who is this lovely woman?" He asks, and I furrow my eyebrows.
"You are the fugliest albino rat I've ever seen...you look like Sonic the Hedgehog on crack who bleached himself. Your fashion taste sucks ass, and I am glad your parlor room was wrecked. It looks like a beluga whale crushed the whole damn place, isn't that just lovely?" I chastise him in Spanish, and his eyes widen. Sebastian smirked, he was the only person here who could understand Spanish, and he thought it was funny that Ivy pretended she didn't know English. Besides, she was the last to leave his manor, she wouldn't want to be recognized either.
"Oh, I had no idea you're guest didn't speak English, is she speaking Mexican?" He asks, and I force a fake smile on my face, sticking out my hand to shake his.
"I hope you burn in hell for that racist comment, you ignorant asshole!" I say cheerfully, shaking his hand strongly. "You're probably the relative of Donald Trump for that ignorant comment you just made. The world would probably do good if I threw you out the window right now."
"Good to meet you too!" he replies cheerfully, before turning to Ciel. "Between us, some spies broke into my home a few nights ago. It was terrible, one of my lamps was broken, along with a chess set I got at general trading..." Lord West recalls, remembering the deer. "And don't get me started on that odd-looking man! He broke my fine china cabinet, and I got those antiques from my relatives in France."
"Serves you right..." I grumble. "You're right, it's horrible, isn't it?" Lord West asks, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. "It scares me to even think about it, luckily, the secrets of the curry were kept safe. I get the shivers knowing that the criminals may even be here..."
Sebastian and I look at each other, both of us smirking. Though I had discovered he was Malphas, all I had to do was make sure he didn't try eating my soul, and I'd be fine.
"Enough of that though, I heard the Queen might be attending the curry show." Lord West, rubbing his hands together excitedly. "That'd be interesting, since King Albert passed away, Her Majesty doesn't appear in public as often." Ciel replies, looking at Sebastian out of the corner of his eye. Sebastian had already informed him of this information.
"I'd like Her to taste the curry we are so proud of in front of the audience before I receive the Royal Warrant," Lord West brags.
"The only thing you have that's related to the word 'Royal' is 'royal pain in the ass.'" I say, as Sebastian clenches his fist to prevent himself from laughing, as Lord West arches a brow.
"I thought you said she can't speak English, but she's obviously agreeing with my proper English statements, how so?" He asks, and I sweat drop. "Though she cannot speak English, she knows the language." Sebastian says, as Lord Wuss nods in understandment.
"Oh, well, the chat has gone on a bit too long," he says, opening up a pocketwatch, before flipping it closed. "I shall see you later," he walks away, flipping his top hat back onto his head.
"What an idiot," I say in English, as everyone nods in agreement. "I didn't know you could speak Spanish, Ivy." Lau says, and I laugh. "I can speak multiple languages, Mandarin being one, and French too. But, I suck at writing in Mandarin traditional word styles, so I just speak it." I reply honestly, scratching the back of my head.
"He won't receive the Royal Warrant, we shall." Ciel replies, before turning to Sebastian. "Win. That's an order. I cannot wait to see the face of that pig when he realizes he has lost." He demands, as Sebastian's eyes flash pink, before he bows.
"Yes, m'lord. I shall head to the competitor's room and wait, now." Sebastian says, standing up straightly, before walking away.
Straightly? Odd word. What if someone was gay, and wasn't walking straight. Would they be walking gayly? Or, is that even a word. Gailly? Gayley?
"Gather round, everyone!" A voice calls out from the stage, interrupting me from my thoughts. Was I really thinking about that for ten or so minutes? Ciel pulls me through the crowd to the front of it, so we have the best view.
"We have come to highlight the "empire governed Indian culture and prosperity exhibition." With participants from famous curry houses throughout London, let this competition commence!" We all politely clap, while I do one of those cool-ass finger whistles. "We have prepared a special curry for the guests who are present, please wait in anticipation! Now, today's judges are..."
An old man with high cheekbones and a beard stepped onto stage. "A palace chef who will not allow any comprimises in taste, Chief Higharm!"
Next, a black haired man with circular glasses stepped onto stage. "A tax collector serving in India, Mr. Carter, and, last but not least..." Oh god.
"Viscount Druitt, who has a great love of the arts and food!" He winked flirtaciously at the crowd, and I gagged.
"Kya!"
"How handsome~!"
"Viscount, please have 29 children with me!"
Damn these foolish women! And why 29 children, ugh!
"Eh? Wasn't he arrested by the yard?" Lau asks, looking at the Viscount, a confused look on face.
"I wish he was, this is very awkward, hopefully he won't recognize me..." I mumble, and Ciel's eye widens.
"D-do you think he'll recognize me?" He asks, and I scoff. "Hun, you look different with the corset, while I look almost the same, but with a wig. Hopefully, he won't recognize me, because of how loose he is."
"Loose?" Ciel, Lau, and Soma ask, confused. "Well, technically, if you call someone dense, it means their brain cells are tightly packed together, meaning there's more brain cells, making them smarter, for there is more room to house knowledge within these brain cells." I explain, and they all sweat drop, as I sigh. Not a lot of good research had been conducted yet in this time period...
"-and the butler Sebastian from the Funtom company!" The announcer finishes, and I look up to see Sebastian's smirking face on the platform, as everyone is confused by the title butler.
"I am no chef, I am simply one hell of a butler, and will remain a butler to the core." Sebastian says, using his signature line combined with the manga one. Double, sweet!
They started cooking, it was grande, smelly-goody, and overall a Master Chef experience in the 1800s. Where the hell is Gordon Ramsey though? That would make this hilarious, imagine him in Sebastian's face, calling him an idiot sandwich...
Hehe.
"This curry, like the beautiful young girl at my ball!" The Viscount declares, taking bites from Agni's curry. "Donned in pink, her skirts flutter around her, sending 7 deep emotions throttling through me! Her exquisiteness, her grace match this curry! Oh, by you, I have fallen for you! Her blue eye twinkling alluringly, raven hair radiating!" Ciel's eyebrow twitches, and I snort, laughing slightly. Ciel raises an eyebrow at me, "You...snort when you laugh?" He asks, smirk coming onto face.
"Only when it's absolutely hilarious!" Ivy whispers to him, as Sebastian looks over at Ciel and Ivy, a crease in between his eyebrows forming. He didn't really like how Ciel and Ivy were acting so casual...
"This is my curry," he says, pulling out the white dough, as the judges sweat drop.
"What is that white thing?! What are you trying to pull?!" the old, bearded chef declares, as Sebastian promptly deep fries the dough, before passing it to the chefs.
"The curry is...inside?!" Tax guy says, eyes widening behind spectacles.
"This is the curry that our company proudly presents before you, inspired by a certain American, it has a name, too..." Sebastian says, holding the dish.
I inspired the Grande Ol' Currybun?!
"The Currybun!"
WOO!
"Currybun?" The audience asks in confusion.
"Currybun sounds so interesting, mama! I want one!" A child in the audience declares.
The two judges compliment the taste, as Viscount has a foodgasm.
"Ah! The young woman at the ball that makes me want to love her passionately! As she struts before me, like a beautiful peacock, she radiates the brightest colors, stunning everyone around her with her beauty! Her passion is apparent, as she shows the world her confidence! The smile that is full of mischievous secrets, it's almost like..." he pulls out a giant portrait from under the table, "like you're here with me in my arms!"
My jaw drops at the image, it was me with long, curly brown hair that went down to my belly button hanging behind my back, and I was freaking naked! The only thing covering my private tidbits was my hand below my bellybutton, dangling peacock feathers over it, but my boobs in the image were fully exposed. The artist made them look great, but still! Also, a light pink was spread across my cheeks, a seductive smile was decorated on my face. My eyelashes were long and black, as a playful wink danced upon my face.
"Isn't he talking abou-" Ciel starts, but I put my hand over his exposed eye. "Shh, you're too young."
"Wow, Ivy, you have great ti-" Lau starts, but I put my hand over his eyes, hoping it'd help.
"You too, Lau."
"I'm 24."
"Still, too young." I say, as I look at Sebastian, who's eyes were trained on the portrait, before they snap towards me. Unnoticeable to Ivy from the distance, they were filled with a burning pink, a burning pink of desire. Sebastian was glad he had the chance to see Ivy's body like this on canvas.
Meanwhile, I was honestly fine with the portrait, I just didn't want Ciel or Lau to tease me.
"Fresh and innovative, this is the Funtom curry!" The Viscount finishes, setting down the portrait, as Sebastian gives a close-eyed grin. "Thank you for your praise." He replies. Sebastian liked his curry being compared to an alluring Ivy.
Everyone in the audience applauds. "Now, for the moment you've all been waiting for, please taste the curries!"
I turn to the buffet table, and practically sprint over, grabbing a curry bun and a napkin. I've tried one at a vendor in New York who made anime-food, and it tasted good, but I wanna try the real day.
Taking a bite, it was...so good! The crunchy flavor of the deep fry, the zest of the curry...
Amazing!
"So, how do you like it, Ivy?" A voice says from behind me, and I whip around to see Sebastian. "Woah Sebastian, no sneak attacks! And, it's pretty good, if I do say so." I say, taking another bite, as Sebastian smirks.
"That is a very nice compliment from you, Ivy, I appreciate it. Am I worthy of the title 'Best Butler' now?" He asks, eyes seeming to leer over me. I gulp down my food in my mouth, giving a smile.
"Nope! You still have a while, but one day you might get there." I respond, as Sebastian frowns. "Well, who am I up against for title of Best Butler, Ivy?"
"Well, first," I say, holding up my pointer finger. "There's Alfred Pennyworth..." holding up a second finger now, "Jarvis, maybe, I think he counts..."
Third finger now. "Geoffrey Butler."
And, fourth finger. "And Tanaka!"
Sebastian frowns, "Tanaka is no longer a butler, though."
"But, he makes really good drinks..." I respond, and Sebastian sighs. "And, who is this Alfred Pennyworth, Jarvis, and Geoffrey Butler?" He asks, and I smirk, putting my hand on my hip.
"Well, Alfred Pennyworth works for Bruce Wayne, who's a badass American billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, owns Wayne Enterprises, and he's pretty good looking too!" I say, as Sebastian frowns at my comment at Bruce Wayne being hot. Hey, I can't lie!
"Next, Jarvis is this kick-ass butler, who serves Howard in human form, Tony in robot! Bee-boop-bitch!" I exclaim, pumping my fist.
"What's a robot?" Sebastian asks, confused. I sweat drop, "Nothing... And Finally, Geoffrey Butler. Geoffrey is the sassiest butler, and he's British too-"
"I'm British." Sebastian says, and I raise a brow.
"Really, now? What area of Hell has Britain in it? Now, my explanation." Sebastian furrows his brows at my explanation, but doesn't make any remarks. "Geoffrey was an Olympic runner, but was embarrassed because he was slapped by the Queen, and a British band hired him as their butler. Than, he was a Greco-Roman wrestler, a British Nobleman's butler, and than came to the US to be freaking Chuck Norris's sparring partner, AND butler! Than he worked for the Prince."
"The Prince?"
"The Fresh Prince of Bel Aire." I explain, as Sebastian face palms.
Sebastian had NO idea what Ivy was talking about whatsoever.
"Chefs, to the stage!" A voice asks, and all of the sudden, Sebastian was on the stage. Freaking demon speed...
"After much discussion, the winner of this shoe is Harold West Company and Funtom Company!" The announcer says, holding up the trophy. "A tie!"
Suddenly, a whip lashes out, snagging the trophy out of the announcer's hand. A white haired man with sweet shades on his face holds the trophy now, with spiky, white hair, black boots, and a white coat with badges on it. I sigh in relief, thank the sweet lord of chips that I didn't have to deal with Angela, now.
"Please wait," he says in a cool voice, as a horse hooves trots up through the crowd, and I smirk.
"The victor is..." he starts, and the horse jumps up onto the stage, with a smirking Queen Victoria on it, wearing sweet ass shades.
"Who's the funky old granny?" Bard asks.
"That's the bad ass Queen Victoria herself!" I squeal excitedly.
"Your Majesty, why have you come here?!" Ciel asks, looking shocked. Queen Victoria lifts her sunglasses up on her head, smiling.
"Hello everyone!" She says cheerfully, waving at the crowd, as they all cheer.
John (her butler) helps her off her horse. "This curry show was exciting indeed, the fragrance permeating throughout this entire room reminds me of a time I had curry with Albert on White Island." She says, looking at a photo of him in her pocket watch, before she bursts into sobs.
"Ohhhh Albeeeeeeeert!" She sobs into her hands. "I want to eat this curry with you also!" She's now cradling a King Albert doll that John presented before her.
Dabbing away tears, suddenly, "As I received an invitation to be a judge at this contest, I have a vote, correct?" She asks, before raising her arm to the sky. "I have chosen..."
"Funtom Company's butler, Sebastian!" She exclaims, pointing at him, as John hurries towards him, passing him the trophy.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!" Lord West exclaims, "Why?! It's a doughnut full of curry?! It's not classy at all!"
"Idiot, look at the children!" I say, stepping up onto the platform, gesturing towards the crowd. "The children are satisfied, and can easily eat curry buns."
"Quite right, young woman. Everyone is happy, the poor, the rich, the adults, the children. Everyone is equal. This kind of idea is essential for Great Britain as it heads into the next century, and I highly approve of the Funtom Company's accounting for our future: the children." The Queen narrates.
"I have been defeated! NoooOO!" Lord West declares, falling onto his knees.
"Good job, Sebastian!" I say, smiling at him, as he smirks victoriously at me. "Thank you, Ivy."
Sebastian only cared for Ivy's compliments, afterall. His master's compliments nothing, as he practically owns Sebastian. Meanwile, Ivy's compliments swelled his non-existent heart with pride.
"Meena! I missed you, and have been looking for you for quite a long time, I was so worried!" Soma says from the crowd, hugging a woman, as my heart slowly drags down. Oh no...
"You don't have to worry anymore, let's go home together!" He says, happiness leaking onto his face, as Meena looks shocked. What a bitch...
"Prince...are you some kind of idiot?" She asks, as Soma pales.
"Come home with you? Don't make me laugh! Who'd want to come home to a place like that?!" She says angrily, and I twitch my finger slightly. God, she's so annoying, I wanna shove my fist in her mouth!
"Sorry for not wanting to live my whole life bound by my social class! I even took great pains to sneak out of India!" She declares, as realization dawned on Soma's face. Agni was behind us, crying tears of blood.
"Then...you wanted...with West..." Soma starts, as Meena smirks, and I step towards them..
"That's right, even an idiotic child could understand which is better: being an ordinary cook or a rich wife. And, I'm sick after looking after such a childish, selfish master!" She declares, a victorious smirk coming onto face as I put my hand on her shoulder.
"Can you please, calm down? You're shrill voice is giving me a headache, and I think others feel the same." I say, putting a smile on my face, as her head snaps towards mine, an angry look coming on.
"Get your hand off of me, whore! You are not worthy of touching me!" She declares, taking her hand as she raises it to slap me.
Sebastian's eyes widen, and is prepared to move, when he sees Ivy's body relax. What was she doing?
Meena brought her hand down to slap me, and I smile, as I side step her slap, lightly hitting the back of her knee. She topples over onto to the floor.
"Listen, Meena. Please do not use such horrendous terms as means of insults, especially in front of the Queen, who let you into this country. Besides, if you are from a different country and marry a man of different country, and come to live there with them, it's not valid here if your marriage is not reviewed. Also, though you're quite lovely, but a lovely body doesn't speak of the heart." Her jaw drops, as she looks at Soma and I, who are now shoulder to shoulder.
That's right bitch, get roasted!
"And, I'm sorry. We were that close, and I didn't understand one bit of your feelings, Meena. I'm sorry for never thinking about being a bother, and chasing you all the way to England. And, thanks for everything up until now." Soma says smiling, but looks at her with a sudden, serious expression. "But you shall NOT insult my friends and loved ones, no matter who you were in the past, who you are now, or who you will be in the future, or you shall face my wrath." He finishes, and with the swish of his cloak, he walks to Agni, and offers him a hand.
"Agni, you stayed by my side, even when we were separated. I've given you nothing but trouble up until now. Will you please stay by my side, and still be my khansama?" Soma asks, as Agni's bloody tears become regular tears.
"J-jo Ajha," Agni replies, holding Soma's hand, as tears run down his face.
So cute!
"It seems like somehow, everything ended up for the best, wouldn't you say that's good, boy?" Queen Victoria asks, as everyone sweat drops.
Ciel flushes pink, "Your majesty, I've humbly asked you to stop referring to me that way!" He declares, and the Queen smiles. "But, you'll always be that cute, little boy to me!" I giggle, before turning to the Queen.
"I am Ivy Adams, pleasure to meet you," I say, giving her a curtsy, as she smiles. "Ah, so you're the American that my butlers speak of! Pleasure to finally meet you." She says, nodding at me, and I raise a brow.
"What do you mean, Queen Victoria?" I ask, and Ciel raises a brow.
"Yeah, what do you mean of your butlers? Since when has Ivy met your butlers?" Ciel asks, and she waves him off.
"Please, call me Gran Victoria, Ivy," she says, "so Charles Grey, one of my butlers, could not stop talking about how he danced with a lovely American woman at the ball, who had long brown hair and a lovely figure...and then Charles Phipps, oh my! He was talking about how an American woman jumped out of a window at the ball, and beat up 30 or so people, than ran off and didn't even give him the time of day, and he said 'Next time I see her I'll challenge her to a fight'"
Everyone turned to Ivy, save for the Queen, with their jaws open. This short, tiny girl somehow beat up 30 people, then jumped out of a window? Sebastian thought for a moment, Ivy was home early because she had jumped out of the window after beating up 30 or so people at the Viscount's party, which certainly was intriguing.
Now, to Ciel, he was thinking about how instead of being a useful pawn, Ivy could be a useful Queen.
"Oh, that?" I say, laughing lightly. "That was a walk in the park."
"Oh, hello Ivy!" A voice says, and I turn around to see Charles Grey emerge from the crowd.
"Hello, Charles! Surprising you can recognize me without the wig," I say, as he steps up on the stage, wearing the same attire from the ball. Sebastian and Ciel frown at how friendly the two were together.
"How could I not remember such a lovely face?" He asks, kissing the back of my hand, as I lightly laugh.
"Charles, stop flirting with every woman you see," Charles Phipps says, getting up on the stage, before looking at me.
"And, who are you?" He asks, and I sweat drop. So loose in the head, but so muscular!
Ciel coughs, before looking at the Queen. "Your majesty, why did you come all the way out here today?" Ciel asks, and she smiles. "I was at St. Sophia's University's Choir concert, and I heard your company was coming to the curry fair, so I had to come and see you! You only ever send letters and never come to visit, after all."
Noted, maybe she'll benefit from my Sweden trip.
"Someone like me shouldn't be around Your Majesty often." Ciel declares, but Gran Victoria puts her hand on his head lovingly. "Please, don't say such things. You're so young, but you already perform your duty so seriously, just like your father, Vincent."
Ciel remains silent, thinking to himself, as I sigh. Poor Ciel, he could've been such a cheerful young boy.
"Besides, it's been such a long time since I came to the Crystal Palace, it seems like just yesterday Albert and I came here for the opening ceremonies..." Gran Victoria falls to the ground, weeping.
"Albeeert~~! I wish you were here today, too!" She says, falling to the ground, as her butlers rub her back.
"Gran Victoria," I say, kneeling by her side, as she looks up at me with watery eyes. "Death is no more than passing from one room into the other. And, we never lose our loved ones, because they are simply in the next room over. They don't leave our lives, you see? Life is too short to grieve, so make your life worthwhile, and smile. Smile for the memories of Albert, for he is here holding your hand the whole journey, until you join him in the room over."
"Oh, you're quite right. I shan't cry anymore tears anymore, Albert wouldn't want me crying for him if he's here with me..." she mumbles, dabbing her eye with a handkerchief. "I must be leaving soon." She turns towards Ciel, and looks at him in the eye. "I'll have the grand Chamberlain's office send you the authorization documents for the royal warrant."
John helps her up onto the horse, as Phipps walks towards me. "American woman, you seem familiar to me. Are you somehow related to that one woman who jumped from the window?" He asks, and I laugh.
"Possibly, why do you ask?" I say, looking up at him in his eyes.
"You're both short, and American." he replies, and I sweat drop. Of course.
"I look forward to eating curry bread in the salon, as well." Gran Victoria calls from her horse, flipping the sunglasses onto her face as she rides off. "Have fun playing as well, boy! And Ivy, be sure to write me, we shall have tea some time!"
Pen pals, with the Queen of England? Count me in! Maybe Doctor Who is real in this universe, and Queen Victoria's a werewolf...
"Shouldn't you butlers be going too?" Ciel asks, and they all sweat drop, before running after the Queen, when realization dawns on Phipps.
"Short haired brown-purple American girl is the American from the ball?!" Phipps asks Grey, as Grey sweat drops.
"Of course, she was wearing a wig because she was going undercover. Did you just realize that?" Grey responds, as Phipps groans in frustration.
"I didn't challenge them to a duel!" he says, and Grey pats his back in sympathy.
"There-there, Phipps."
"Ivy!" Soma says, looking at me, clapping his hands together, "Thank you for standing up for me in my name, you have my gratitude. In my opinion, you are greater than Kali herself!"
Awwww, that's so sweet!
"You big dork! You're so sweet!" I say, giving him a big hug, ruffling his hair, as he playfully swats me away. "Nooo, Ivy! You'll mess up my ponytail!"
Ciel glares at Soma, he wants Ivy to only hug himself.
"Let's go home now," Ciel says, walking to the entrance, as we all trail behind.
"Ahhh, the sun is already setting." Sebastian says, looking up at the sky, as I look around. Where's Lau and Ran Mao?
"I'm glad to have come to England, the Prince and I have made good friends." Agni says, looking at everyone, as Sebastian's eyes widen.
"Yeah, I agree with Agni, I'm glad to have visited from America, you guys are awesome friends!" I declare, fist pumping into the air.
"I have not been referred to as a friend before, thank you, Ivy...oh, and Agni..." Sebastian mumbles, looking up at the sun through the glass.
"Thanks for your hard work," Lau says, as Lord West turns around in suprise, Meena on his arm. "Who ar-"
"The Earl said there's no point in going after the small foes, but someone who tries something once will try it again, yes?" Lau asks, "That sort of thing is going too easy. Well, that boy's cute point, though." Lau says, opening his eyes slightly, looking to the side. This menacing sight sent shivers down Lord West's and Meena's spine.
"Besides, when your woman insulted my darling Ivy, I didn't think that was something that'd only happen once between the two of you and her. So, I've got to exterminate the bad rats infesting my city, don't I? So, I keep a cat." Lau explains, as Ran Mao steps out of the shadow, ball-like weapons called chuĂ, raising them to attack.
"EEk!" The victims exclaim, as Lau swishes his hand like a cat paw.
"Meow!"
"Dear Gran Victoria~
This is Ivy Adams, we have met today. I have a Christmas scavenger hunt, and was wondering if you'd like to participate in it?
Awaiting your reply, -Ivy Adams."
"So, young master, you wanted to speak with us about something?" Mey-Rin asks nervously, as she, her fellow servants, and Ivy stand in front of Ciel.
"Yes, I have a little job for the four of you to take care of." Ciel says, and my eyes widen.
This was an anime episode, the one with the photograph... but Pluto wouldn't be here to ruin the photo. This would be interesting...
"J"
"O"
"B?!" the servants spell out in excitement, before squealing.
"So we didn't have to worry!" Finny exclaims happily, as the servants smoosh each other into a large hug.
"When he called us, I thought for sure we were fired, yes I did!" Mey-Rin says excitedly.
"Ho ho ho."
Ciel rolls his visible eye, and pulls out a large camera. "This is a camera from the famous Talbot collection. It has a story behind it. It had been missing from the collection all together for some time. When it suddenly came up for auction, I bid immediately."
"Who's Talbot?" Finnian asks confused, and I pump my fist.
Thanks school project info!
"His name was William Henry Fox Talbot, and he was a kick ass inventor! For example, he published 4 books, and he was one of the inventors of photographic technology."
Tanaka poofed to his tall form, and nodded. "There were some strange rumors about the last camera he used, the one our young master has acquired. Legend has it that if you use this camera to photograph someone, whomever or whatever that person cares about most in the world will appear in the photograph as well..."
"Oh, my! That sounds too incredible to be true!" Mey-Rin gushes, swooning over it as Tanaka shows me the image he took...something seems eerily familiar of the woman in the photo. Her curly hair in a bun, her eye shape and her large nose...
"Can such a camera really exist, or is it just a rumor?" Bard questions, as Ciel smirks, setting up the camera.
"Perhaps we should take a picture and find out. Don't move; the exposure takes ten seconds." He tells Finny, as he Finnian puffs out his cheeks to stay still.
"Stay still, or the image will blur and we won't get a good picture.8, 9, 10... all done." A click sounded, and Ciel rolled his eye. "You didn't have to hold your breath the whole time."
"Well, I'm going out to the library, good luck everyone!" I exclaim, as I leave the room. I would have certainly laughed at Finny's story about the bird, and I don't wish to be rude!
"Oh Sebastian, you're cleaning the library now?" I ask, as I watch him enter the room. He smirks, red/honey eyes glistening.
"Yes, I am," he says with a smirk, "shall I help you with anything?"
"You can help me if you'll let me know if you plan on staying still for 10 seconds?" I ask with a laugh, and he smirks.
"Well, a butler has much to do, and I cannot be late. What kind of butler would I be if I can not stay on time?" He asks, as he whips his handkerchief out of his pocket, and whips it through the air, turning it into a rose.
"For you, Miss Ivy." He says, presenting the rose to me, and I smile, taking it from him. "Thank you Sebastian, but it's Ivy." I say, and with a final smirk, he's off, cleaning the library in a flash. Lazily, I put the rose between my thighs as I take my duo-buns and turn it to one bun, before I stick the rose through it.
Perfect.
Picking up the book 'Alice in Wonderland,' I read until the library's natural light fades, and I retire to bed.
"Cat, I'm a kitty cat! And I dance dance dance, da-da dance dance dance," I sing, as I hold the black cat Simba-style, and it mews happily.
"Oh, you like that don't you?" I coo, and it mews again, and I grin, rubbing the kitty behind it's ears.
"I see you like strays," Sebastian says from behind me, and the grin falls off my face, and I frown.
"Sebastian, don't scare me like that! Besides, I don't just like cats, I loooooove~ them! And strays are just so cute! But, dogs are great too, and so are fish, horses, pelicans, zebras, lions, etc."
"That is an odd variety of animals," Sebastian says, squatting beside me, as I chuckle, stroking the cat. "Well, I am an odd myself..."
"...Ivy, that makes no sense."
"Well, I am only human after all, and I am made up of a variety of emotions, mine just bubble and form oddly." I say, as I hold the cat out to Sebastian.
"Would you like to hold Illumi?" I ask, and Sebastian arches a brow. "Illumi?"
"I named it after a triangle fella and a sexy ass long haired mofo, but that's a story for another time..." I say, as I set the cat in Sebastian's lap, where it looks up with him with big, green eyes. "See? He likes you!"
"This cat is a girl," Sebastian says, and my brows furrow. "Did you just assume that cat's gender?" I mutter, and he looks at me in confusion, before sighing.
"I assume I'll never be able to figure you out..."
"Nope!"
I was in bed, reading Alice in Wonderland when a knock sounded from my door. "Come in," I say softly, as Sebastian enters the room, camera in hand.
"I was just about to throw this out, but wondered if you'd like to take a photo first," he says with a smirk, red eyes shining with mischief, and I scoff. "You only wish to find out more dirt about me. How about a photo for a photo?" I ask, and he shrugs.
"Why not, you can take the photograph first," he says, passing me the camera, and I set it up on the table.
"Stand still...8...9...10," I say, as it clicks. "Alright, now I go..."
Exchanging places with Sebastian, I give a wide smile, and hold it until the camera clicks.
"Alright, let us develop these now," he says, as we turn from the room to the development room.
As we finish up our photographs, Sebastian's starts to develop when Sebastian picks it up, a frown forming on face.
"I see..." he mumbles, and I arch a brow. "Wha?" Lemme see!" I say, trying to peek at it, but I couldn't catch a glimpse.
"I'll hold onto this, than." He says, stuffing it into his pocket, when I pick up mine as it starts to develop, a look of shock etched onto my face.
There he was, with his arm around my waist, a smile on his face just like I remembered how it used to be...
Michael...
The image of him on the sand flickers through my mind, but I shove it away. This photo made logical sense, he wasn't of this world yet as he hasn't been born...and he did die...
"Who is in your image?" Sebastian asks, as I stuff it down my bra, wiping at my eyes that suddenly felt moist. "No one, don't mind it. Good night, Sebastian." I say quickly, as I turn from the room, walking away to my room.
I sniffle slightly, as I walk into my room, flopping up on my bed. I open up the diary I had been writing in, and do today's entry, before I place the photo in there, and hiding it in a secret place, before going to sleep.
Meanwhile, Sebastian took the photo and placed it in a very special place to him, where no one would touch it. He knew the camera took photos of the beloved person who had died alongside the living being...but why did he even see a person beside him? He cared for no one, besides, all the allies he has collected in Hell were all alive and well.
But why is that person in there?
