Chapter 5: Stain of Ink
"Arrgh! No I refuse to wear it!"
Kurt's voice bellowed around the mansion. Felix winced at the tone and brought gentle hands upon his shoulders.
"Come on, it's not THAT bad is it?"
Kurt let a humph of breath out of his frowning lips. It made a small steam cloud on the mirror almost as if to hide his reflection; which he wanted to do so badly.
"I look like'a bloody dame!"Kurt blushed and crossed his arms over his eyes,"It look's great on that Earl Phantomhive, but that's because he looks like a boy! My features are too feminine for this!"
"I'm sure there would be many to argue that statement, and also many to defend it, but we don't have the time I'm afraid."Felix sighed and gave a sheepish grin,"Let's be ready before this 'Mayrene' arrives shall we?"
Kurt huffed again, but let Felix pull on the black stockings and tie the ribbon around his collar. His shorts were a black that seemed slightly blue and his shirt was three layers; much to his discomfort. He had a scratchy white blouse underneath a tight obsidian vest with silver buttons that tried even further to strangle him. Then last and in his case the least, was a black jacket that clung to his small frame like flies to honey.
"You look rather cute in my opinion."Felix mused and Kurt tried to slap him.
The elder caught the boy's wrist and used his other hand to comb through Kurt's hair. The child struggled and thrashed underneath his grasp.
"Come now little master."Felix cooed,"Be cooperative for me."
This made Kurt gape and allowed Felix to fix the messy brown locks. He grinned victoriously and stood back to look over his work.
"I must say, I still know how to do my job."Felix smirked even further. Kurt looked like a stubborn noble that was spoiled, much the look Felix was trying to throw upon him.
"Yeah, bloody dog..."Kurt murmured.
He shifted and tried to become accustomed to the new clothing. His hair was still slightly damp from his bath, but it gave him a small comfort to know that at least SOMETHING Felix had done wasn't perfect.
They both jumped at the sound of knocking on the door. Felix cleared his throat before opening it and giving a charming smile.
"Oh, you must be Mayrene."his voice had a slight twitter so Kurt automatically knew.
'Its a woman...'he internally groaned.
"Y-Yes I am. Mister Sebastian said to come find you he did."
Kurt peaked around Felix's large frame. A woman with red hair a slightly darker shade than Felix's own stood carrying a tray with a letter a top it. She had thick glasses that gave no flattery to her face and her voice was high pitched.
"Really? So has the meal been prepared?"Felix asked.
Mayrene blushed slightly at the guest. He hadn't been here before, she would've noticed a handsome fellow like him immediately. She almost hadn't caught his question.
"Y-yes sir. There was also a letter sent for you not to long ago."
Felix blinked in surprise before letting out one of the widest smiles Kurt had seen today. The elder male picked up the letter daintily and without much thought winked at Mayrene.
"Thanks love. You made my day."
The maid blushed profusely before turning down the hallway back where she'd come from. Felix quickly opened the letter. Kurt blinked at the size of it.
"What's that?"
"Oh, this is from three good friends of mine."Felix hummed,"They are sending a carriage for us in the morning."
"Who's they?"
"Can't tell you. Confidential."
Kurt pouted, but was satisfied with that answer. It had to be from other publishers, unless...his eyes widened as Felix folded the letter and placed it in his pocket. With the letter had come a fairly large amount of money. With both the secrecy and the payment, a dog could figure it out. It was the writers of the Choppy Enquirer.
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"I think that now we all have gathered I'll get straight to the point."Ciel stated as soon as they were seated.
The dining room was familiar. It's red walls complimented the aura of the room. The promise of death and bloodshed to those who dared to enter this mansion. Felix fidgeted, but hopefully it wasn't noticed.
"And that point being?"The elder raised a brow and let his fork lie gently upon his plate. Kurt, not knowing etiquette, did the same.
'When in Rome, do as the Romans do.'Kurt thought begrudgingly.
"I need information from Mr. Bell here about what he said to someone."The Phantomhive pointed to Kurt,"The man's name was Undertaker. I need all the information you provided him with and more."
"For what purpose do you require such information Earl Phantomhive?"Felix asked.
Kurt just remained silent. He had been warned not to speak unless spoken to. Or in this case, when Felix allowed him too.
"That is classified."Ciel frowned and furrowed his eyebrows in frustration. Felix gave a shit-eating grin.
"As is our information."
Ciel clicked his tongue at this and sighed. Why was this man being so difficult? What did he want from him? Money perhaps?
"How much do I need to give you for this information?"The earl groaned.
Kurt looked up at Felix; ecstatic with the thought of becoming rich, but then frowned as Felix shook his head.
"Im sorry Earl, but money holds no place in my heart."
"Not yours, but what about you Mr. Bell?"Ciel turned to the child,"How much would you like me to give you?"
Kurt went slightly pale before realization dawned on him. He darted a glance at Felix who nodded with a smile.
"I'm sorry Earl Phantomhive, but the information isn't mine to give."Kurt gulped,"I don't want to betray my friend. You see, he's very dear to me."
Ciel scoffed and grew even more frustrated.
"So if your friend gave me the information first hand, would that suffice?"
Kurt nodded and Ciel relaxed back into his seat.
"Very well. Who is this friend?"
Felix cleared his throat and Kurt's wide eyes came to rest on him along with the demon's and the Earl's as well.
"Sorry young earl,"Felix smirked devilishly,"But it's going to take a hell of a lot more than money to get information out of me."