Harrow everyone! XD Been a while, eh? Sorry, distracted. XD hahaha. Not to mention I'm on vacation, so atm I'm in Malaysia for vacation. XD Teehee. So I'm happy to say that my latest post ain't back in my own country, so it's a nice change of pace. Haha
SO, things are getting heated, and I'm still technically following the 2nd Season storyline, but things are really starting to break away here by the end, so hopefully I made things fluent enough that it doesn't seem random.
So, sorry for the wait! Hope you enjoy! XD
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Chapter Seven: Trancy vs. Phantomhive
Sebastian smiled, raising his silver knives. "The Danse Macabre," he murmured. This will be interesting, he thought.
Immediately the triplet servants ran at Sebastian while Claude dictated his combination orders.
"Attack combination," he began, "the blood-stained washbasin."
"Dagger, pole, projectile," Viscount Druitt narrated from the stands as Sebastian easily evaded each attack, "When the three are combined, it becomes one unified attack! But-!"
Sebastian did an upper-cut to one of the triplets' jaws with his foot as he stood on his hands, spinning for a moment as he sliced all three of their weapons cleanly in half. The triplets were surprised, but Claude however seemed very well prepared for this.
"Attack combination," he ordered, "The cursed three-sided mirror from the blood-stained washbasin."
The triplets were now armed with spears, charging simultaneously at Sebastian, who easily evaded and blocked their attacks.
"This time, the three attack together?" Viscount Druitt said.
Using his silver forks, he stabbed the side of the spear before lifting himself up into the air, smirking at them. "To be expected of those with the same face… You work together well."
He was tossed back before the triplets jumped together, combining their spears together into one giant one, hurling the massive spear at Sebastian. But the Phantomhive butler was prepared, sliding the spear against his shoulder before redirecting the force such that he was in control, twirling it around until dropping it and tapping it up with his ankle.
Show off, Anna thought, her eyebrows furrowing.
"But," Sebastian continued, thrusting the spear at them with great force before it pierced through their foreheads and sticking them to the forehead of one of the giant statues. "You've got to get along better than that."
"What?!" the viscount exclaimed.
Alois whistled, impressed. "He's good."
The butler shot a mocking grin at Claude when suddenly Hannah dashed out from behind a giant chess piece, throwing the daggers at Sebastian. Quickly he raised his arms to defend, but one dagger cut across his tailcoat, and he sighed, glancing at the damage.
"Ah, I must mend that," he murmured, sounding almost bemused.
"There will be on need for that," the Trancy maid retorted, drawing out two guns, "for it will be torn with many holes."
But as she shot at him, Sebastian dodged the bullets before stripping off his tailcoat and sewing the coat back easily with needle and thread in hand, looking completely unconcerned that he was being shot at.
Sebastian… Anna thought with a sigh.
Upon finishing, he bit the thread, severing it and smiling at his finished work. As Hannah spent all of her bullets, she tossed the two guns aside before suddenly pulling out a machine gun from under her dress and firing at Sebastian.
"What?!" Viscount Druitt exclaimed, his cheeks red and his eyes wide, his hands covered over his ears.
"I see," Sebastian said as he swerved around all of the bullets while simultaneously putting his tailcoat back on, buttoning it and finishing with his pocket watch chain, hiding behind a chess piece. "It really seems it might be torn full of holes." He smiled darkly, flashing a whole bunch of silver dinner knives like a fan. "I'll return it to you with the same number as the bullets you've shot."
Seconds later Sebastian leapt up, leaping off the head of a knight before jumping up high into the air, continuing to dodge the bullets before throwing the knives at the maid.
The next thing Hannah knew, she was pinned down by dozens of cutlery knives, unable to move or defend herself.
Sebastian landed easily, smirking as he drew out more knives from the inside of his coat and flashing them. Her eyes widened in horror as she seemed to be staring her death in the face. The moment Sebastian threw the knives however a giant pawn appeared in his way where the knives embedded themselves on the stone. Claude was the one who had intervened, and a loud bell tolled, the Trancy butler pushing up his glasses.
"Stop there," he said flatly. "It's teatime."
"Oh, my," Sebastian noted in amusement, straightening. "Is it time already?"
Claude walked over to his fellow demon butler. "I must prepare the master's afternoon refreshment now," he informed him. "Let us take an hour-long break."
"Then, I will also," the Phantomhive butler agreed, "May I borrow use of your kitchen?"
Hannah, in the meanwhile, watched in horror as the pawn piece crumbled into smaller debris, and she felt relief flood through her that she had been saved from probable death.
Anna raised an eyebrow at the turn of events. Hmmm… two down, one to go.
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Claude Faustus whisked three egg yolks in a bowl. A valuable soul… he mused, adding the cream the (still-attached) triplets brought. A delicious soul… If souls have different flavours… The souls that demons must seek…
He raised his gaze to look up at where Ciel and Anna were, the holy maid serving some pre-teatime tea. Ciel Phantomhive… Annabelle Michaelis…
Suddenly he was hit by a splatter of white mix on his hair and glasses.
"Ah, please excuse me," Sebastian called from the adjoining kitchen. "I was interested in that gaze directed at my wife and my young master… Almost as if you were measuring their souls' taste with it…"
In return, Claude flicked some batter at him, but he evaded with a mocking smile, and immediately the two engaged in a batter fight.
Anna sighed. Idiots, she thought, acting like a couple of troublesome kids. Geez… what's the point of this, boys?
"I will not forgive you," Sebastian informed bluntly, "for touching their souls." His eyes narrowed as he glared at the butler. "For licking them."
They both put down their bowls, looking at the results to find two batter-made statues, the one beside Sebastian being a snake ensnaring a helpless maiden. The one next to Claude was a Valkyrie-like warrior stepping on the body of the exact same slain snake.
Problems, Sebastian? Anna asked through the Blood Contract. You guys are making quite the sideshow.
None at all, my dear, he assured her. There's nothing to worry about. Rest assured, everything is fine. How are you doing up there, Anna? Feeling concerned?
She scowled at him silently, her brow furrowing. Of course I'm worried about my husband! Though we've faced and defeated a Greater Demon before, it wasn't without its casualties! Hence we can't be too careless!
He smiled up at her. Of course, Annabelle, he assured lightly. Where would be we if the Phantomhive butler can't even hold his own in a Danse Macabre?
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After teatime and Viscount Druitt's departure to the bathroom, it was time to resume the Danse Macabre. On one side stood Sebastian, while the other stood Claude and Hannah.
"Now, let us continue," Claude stated.
Sebastian clicked his heels together and extended his hand. "Shall we dance?"
The other butler merely stared back at his invitation before responding, "Very well." He removed his glasses. "Then…"
One arm wrapped around Hannah's waist before he removed his glove with his teeth, tilting her chin up towards him.
"Claude…" Hannah murmured. At his silent confirmation, she closed her good eye. "Yes."
The Trancy butler pulled back her hair before he began inserting his fingers into her mouth and slowly his hand and arm began disappearing into her mouth, reaching down past her throat until he grasped the item he had been seeking. Slowly he began to pull his arm back out, and out of Hannah's body came a grotesque-looking, odd green sword.
"Oh?" Sebastian murmured in surprise, "My, my. Entwined in eternal darkness: the ancient demon sword Laevateinn. To think you held this rare of an article."
"I'll take you up on your offer to dance, and respond with the appropriate courtesy," Claude merely responded. "That said: you hold just as rare of an article, do you not?"
Sebastian's smile widened, his eyes flashing up to his wife, who merely sighed before she drew out the demon sword Lucifer from nowhere behind her back, biting her lip. This was the sword that had killed her once before. With great force, she hurled it at Sebastian, who easily caught it and pointed it at Claude.
"Well then," Claude noted, his eyes flashing with a demonic purple glint, "The Danse Macabre."
Seconds later they charged at each other, parrying wildly as they flipped and dodged gracefully and skillfully out of harm's way, continuing to charge at each other with equal ferocity.
As they watched the two demon butlers fought, Alois slid over next to Ciel. "Look, Ciel! At Claude's sword! Isn't it amazing?!"
"Yeah," he responded flatly, "he certainly can swing it around." That said: Sebastian's doing the same as well, he thought. Hmmm… perhaps while those two are settling things, so should we.
Ciel turned to Alois with an innocent smile. "Will you show me around your mansion?" he asked, sounding as if he was genuinely curious, "Alois Trancy."
"Do you have to go to the bathroom, too?" Alois asked before smiling, "Sure, why not?"
The two got up to leave, and Anna politely curtseyed.
Noticing this, Sebastian forced a smile. "Oh dear," he sighed, avoiding a stab from Laevateinn, "Leaving it to the dancing butlers and vacating his seat… I'm not impressed, Young Master. Looking away at the height of our dance impresses me even less."
Sebastian, Anna called through their Blood Contract, and her voice sounded concerned. Should I follow along? Despite Ciel not having ordered me to?
Do as you like, Annabelle, the butler responded simply, parrying back at Claude with Lucifer, Who am I to dictate what you should and shouldn't do?
He heard her give a mental sigh. Very well, she agreed. Be careful, okay? I'm going on ahead then.
After Anna had left as well, Claude sighed, resting Laevateinn on his shoulder. "You put so much effort into the souls of that human and that angel," he commented, almost distastefully. "Have your demon's senses dulled?"
Sebastian stepped back, and suddenly an extremely sharp metal thread cut into his cheek. "Oh my," he realized, glancing around, "When did you…?"
It seemed he was caught in a small web of metal threads. One wrong move and he could lose a limb.
But the Phantomhive butler would not be stopped here.
"As expected of the Spider Butler," Sebastian smirked darkly, jerking his wrist to enable Lucifer to easily cut through the threads until he was free.
"No matter," he declared, "It seems I've underestimated you a little, Claude. Don't expect it to happen again."
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Meanwhile Ciel had led Alois into the giant library, it seemed.
"Hey," Alois called, "where are we going?"
"Enough with the sideshow," Ciel responded flatly, removing his right glove before throwing it at Alois' feet, calling for an informal duel. "Earl Alois Trancy, you have looked down upon me, Ciel Phantomhive, for reasons that are still unknown to me, and you persist on attempting to step on my pride. Therefore, I challenge you to a duel of clashing swords here."
The Trancy earl let his swords sink into him before smirking evilly with narrowed eyes. "What? So, we're not going to be bathroom buddies?" he jested.
"Annabelle." Ciel called to the heavenly maid who had slipped into the room, standing silently by the door. "Prepare the swords."
She hesitated for a moment before curtseying respectfully. "Yes, sir."
Once preparations were done, Ciel and Alois stood in front of each other, each holding a sword. Viscount Druitt had spotted the two upon his return from the bathroom, and peered in from outside the library.
"This is my first duel," Alois said honestly, examining the sword he held in his hands. "Ciel, you decide how we do it!"
"We'll stand back-to-back, and then at the word 'Allez', we'll start walking," Ciel instructed. "After 10 seconds, we'll turn around and the duel will begin."
"Hmm… I get it," the Trancy earl responded lightly, "It sounds interesting!"
"What! A duel?!" Viscount Druitt murmured to himself with bright eyes, his cheek rosy as if staring at a beautiful woman.
Anna poked her head out to look at him, a forced smile on her face. "Viscount Druitt, would you like to come-"
Suddenly she held the side of her head and her stomach as she suddenly felt a weak sickness overcome her senses.
"A-Are you okay?" the Viscount asked in alarm.
She nodded, the wave of nausea passing now. "I-I'm okay, thank you," she lied. "Please, come in, if you'd like."
Sebastian! Anna shouted mentally, Ciel and Alois are engaging in a duel! And I-I'm… I'm feeling a little faint…
Hope you guys liked this chapter! I wonder what's wrong with Anna (that's a lie I already know what's wrong. Haha). What do YOU guys think is wrong with her?
GRRR I WANNA SEE SEBASTIAN AND CLAUDE FIGHT WITH LUCIFER AND LAEVATEINN ANIMATEEEDDDDDDD! *weep*
That said, I think I may have been a bit lax with the description of their fight… Then again, I'm comparing it to that epic fight between Sebastian and Andrew in The Butler and the Maid (dayum I still wanna see that fight animated sometime in mah life. The awesome movie still plays in my head when I reread that part. Haha).
But yeah, if you thought the fight may have been a bit lacking in description (or epicness), lemme know so I can fix the amount of description (or epicness) in future fight scenes [which are guaranteed to happen. Haha].
Well, the nice thing is that I have the plotline planned for the next 6 chapters hence I just have to write the damn thing now. Hahaha. Kidding, I love this fic. XD. I hope you guys love it too!
Oh, if you have any ideas/suggestions for improvement on plot, description, or the writing itself, please lemme know so I can fix/improve!
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