hello all my lovely readers! im so glad to get this chapter up, you guys have no idea. i hope you all enjoyed my bonding scene between Undertaker and Faline. i don't really have much to say other than sorry that it took so long. my stupid internet security kept trying to update itself by shutting off my laptop, but then it bitched at me because "my subscription expired" and my "security was obsolete, so i put the cd back in and now its telling me that its expired but then it says that its working. AAAAARHG.I HAVENT EVEN HAD THIS COMPUTER FOR A YEAR YET. i got it fixed though, so its all good. sorry again, im not even sure how late i ! and another thing, Grell is in this one, and i know that grell is a guy, but yana toboso had made it explicitly clear that grell considers himself a woman, so as long as we are at grells POV grell with be refered to as "she", but the other character with recognize grell as "He".review! PLEASE ENJOY!-PenNinja
Faline stepped outside the shop and looked at the carriage that had arrived for her. The ball was tonight and she could only hope that in such an enormous crowd of people they wouldn't be able to hurt her. Undertaker had offered to go with her, but she declined for fear that he would be hurt (little does she know hee hee hee), he did however cover her bruising with makeup. this was the kind he used for the corpses and she had to admit, it was some quality shit. her face looked completely unmarred. she stepped into the carriage that a tall man in a suit had opened for her and, lifting the bright red dress she was wearing, she stepped in. the dress had been left for her in her coffin, with a note instructing her to wear it to the ball. She had to admit, despite the flashiness of the dress, the color looked good with her skin and complemented her long black hair. Ducking her head, she sat down in the seat, and the man closed the door behind her. She had never been in a carriage before, but she guessed that it was like a car, only not as comfortable, quiet, or smooth of a ride. it smelled like old people in the little wooden box she found herself riding in. She started fidgeting with the knife strapped to her leg under her dress. She doubted that it would help her against Sebastian, as experience had shown, but she didn't turn it down when Undertaker offered it to her. The only weapon she really knew how to use was a knife.
rain had started to fall lightly on the carriage. did it ever stop raining here? it wasnt as heavy as last night, but it left a chill in the air. the carriage stopped, and her door opened. she was provided with an umbrella and led up a long gravel path to an impressive looking mansion. more guests began to arrive behind her, men in expensive suits, women in extravagant dresses, much less revealing than hers, she soon realized. Ciel really was a perverted little bastard. While true that the dress was beyond appropriate dress for her time, it was definatly not acceptable here. She stepped up to the open door and was presented to the main dance floor by a cute little blond boy with enormous blue eyes who then took her umbrella. She stepped into the room and stopped for a minuet to take it all in, she had been in castles and things like that before, but never like this. The brightly polished floor was illuminated by the overhanging crystal chandelier, its bright light filling the enormous room. it was truly breathtaking.
eventually, she realized that she was the only idiot that was staring or impressed in any way and moved to the darkest corner of the room and sat down in the conveniently placed chair. She lacked both a dance partner and the ability to dance, but she want here for that anyway. she wanted her answers, and Ciel wanted...something. she had sat there for about twenty minuets, just watching the others dance. most of them ignored her, some of them shot her dirty looks for her "whores apparel". She was getting bored and her feet were getting sore from the ill fitting boots when finally, she felt the long awaited tap on her shoulder. The Earl Ciel phantomhive was standing to her left, doing his best to look imposing. he was wearing some ridiculous coat with frills coming out the back, and what looked like a pirate hat. Faline took all his short glory in and proceeded to laugh her ass off. what the fuck was he wearing?!
grells pov * ( beginning the night before)
Grell was walking the rooftops of london,enjoying the rain. Normally she would be upset at the mess it made of her hair and makeup,but nobody was here to see. Grell was once again shirking her responsibilities, and during her rainy stroll she came across the sight of her beloved Bassy going into Undertakers shop. Of course she was going to glomp him, smother him in her undying love, have his children and the usual, but then she realized that she couldnt have the little cat girl recognize her in front of Sebastian. Will would be furious if a demon found out about what he had described as "reaper business" (and her makeup was a disaster). The girl had given her quite a shock, turning into a cat like that, of course she had known something was wrong with the girl, having no record and all that, but she didnt know it was so physically blatant. Still, she wanted to be close to darling Bassy and so she hopped her way to the top of undertakers shop, listening in carefully, but not hearing anything.
A few minuets had passed and she was getting ready to leave disappointed, when she heard the fast patter of light footsteps coming up the street. The only place someone would be going on this road during the night would be Undertakers shop. Grell, with her interest peaked, decided to wait around a little longer. Upon seeing that it was just the girl, and in such a hideous color too! Grell was more than a little disappointed. dammit! She could have gone to see bassy the entire time! Feeling cheated, Grell laid on her back, the water that had gathered on the roof soaking into the very few dry spots left on her. She crossed her arms and pouted. it just wasnt fair! why was fate so cruel?
Deciding that she had to see him, Grell, ignoring how she looked, dropped off the roof and stood in front of the door. she was about to slam of open and make her grand entrance when she overheard the talking and decided to listen in. Brushing her soaked hair off of her face and pressing her ear to the door. She had a hard time listening through the door and over the rain, but she did hear something about and invitation about a "ball tomorrow evening". that was about as much as grell needed to hear. A ball? where Sebastian would be all night? HOW KIND FATE WAS! but from what she could gather, Sebastian wanted the cat girl to go. why did all the interesting men take an interest in her? this girl was a man magnet! first undertaker, thought really that was her own fault, then will, and now Sebastian!
Still, despite her jealousy, the girl really was beautiful, and grell simply couldn't allow her to go in any of the hideous dresses she wore around. purple, not nearly as beautiful as fiery and passionate red. the color of love and hate, truly perfect! She HAD to give the girl the proper attire for such an event. not finer than the dress she would be wearing of course, she couldnt have Sebastian becoming too interested in the girl. Deciding to wait until tomorrow to see Sebastian, grell quickly went to go get the dress she planned to leave for the girl as well as pick out one for herself.
Faline POV
Ciel did NOT look happy that she had laughed at his choice of clothing. She was almost past the point of caring, but then she remembered that he had something she needed and she had something he wanted.
"perhaps you would like to accompany me to a more private area?" he asked her in a way that suggested she not refuse.
"no, i think im fine right where i am, if it's all the same to you of course." her tone was sharp and sarcastic.
He looked like he was about to lose his cool when the doors to the ball room where slammed open and the entire crowd of nobility turned to look. Standing in the doorway was a surprisingly pretty grell, with a smile that could make even the bravest man run for fear of being raped.
i know this was kind of a weird place to end it but i thought it would be a funny image to leave in your guys' heads. i should be able to update sooner now that the drama with my computer is over. stupid kaspersky. next chapter will be an immediate pick up. please review!-PenNinja
