Chapter Five-Well Hello There...
"To Hell with this Sebastian! Let me out of here!"
Ciel frantically beat against the walls of his prision but to no avail. He was trapped with no way to escape and a butler unwilling to assist him. He had truely gone too far this time, and Ciel's face flushed with fury and hatred for the demon who served him.
Meanwhile, Sebastian couldn't help but smile. The sounds of his Master struggling for freedom were like music to his ears. A crooked grin slithered across his face as he relished in the pleasure of another's suffering. If he were not a demon, he would be thanking the Lord Almighty for the generous blessing he had been bestowed: Two hours without having to listen to a single, solitary word from Ciel Phantomhive. Sebastian recalled when the blessed arrangments had been made.
"A movie?" he had asked.
"That's right a movie! It's a tradition for the Comity and I to take the new student to see a new movie! Oh you will come won't you Ciel? Pretty, pretty please with sugar and cherries? Please! Please ! Please!"
"I'm afraid I'll have to de-," said the boy, but he was interrupted by his increasingly rebellious butler. Sebastian couldn't afford for Ciel to deny the invitation, not when he was in such desperate need of isolation. Now surely, Sebastian would gain leisure at his job, but if he could convince his young master to associate with his peers then it would be icing atop his cake.
He would just have to discover a way to make it happen, and the appreciated friendliness of Miss Ivy seemed a God sent benediction to the man. He grinned a devilish smirk and spoke.
"What my Dear Brother means is that we need more information if he were to attend the outting."
"What in Hell are you talking about Sebastian? I said I wasn't going to-"
"Well if informations all you need then we'll happily give it!" exclaimed Lydia,"Ivy started the Welcoming Comity back in Middle School on the week that Dasan transferred."
"She noticed that I was feeling homesick so she took me to a movie set in my old hometown."
"And by the end of it he was feeling so much better that I thought it would be just the most wonderful thing in the whole, wide world to make every new kid feel the same kind of joy that he did!"
"And that's how the Welcoming Comity was born!" they cried out in joy.
"And over the years we just started adding new members, most of them people we welcomed, like Warren here. Isn't that right?"
"Sure is!" he said,"Trust me Ciel, you won't regret it. The movie was the best part of orientation. So you will come right?"
"Sebastian let me out! You are my servant so obey me! That's an order! Do you hear me!? Sebastian!"
The pleasant dreams faded away as the cruel hand of reality made its appearence. His troubles weren't over yet, and the most bothersome one still lay tied in the trunk of his car. He sighed.
"Young Master, I assure you that my hearing is not impaired. However, I do recall a previous one of your commands. Something along the lines of 'Above all else ensure that our aliasses are without flaw and that our true identities remain in the shadows'. Do you recall?"
"Nevermind my earlier commands! Obey me now and let me out!"
The car came to somewhat abrupt halt, just enough to make Ciel's fragile frame slam against the walls. Sebastian grinned as he heard a small groan of pain escaped his Master's lips. Swiftly the trunk was opened and the boy was released from his bondage. However, it did little to help with his unbridled fury.
With eyes glowing a demonic red he unleashed his anger upon Sebastian. Cursing his name and letting pure venom escape into surrounding air in the form of the uncivil words he sceeched. But in the midst of their skirmish a small, fragile, incredibly high pitched voice could be heard calling their names.
"Ciel! Sebastian! We're over here!"
"Ugh, it's that girl again."
"Come now Young Master, she's just trying to be hospitable."
"Well whatever she's trying to be, she's a bother while doing it. Remind me again why you've yet to obey my commands. If my memory serves me well, unlike you, you've yet to consume my soul. Therefore you are meant to serve me as my butler until you are able to do so. Do you recall?" he mocked.
Sebastian's eyes narrowed and his hands clenched. Increasingly he felt like striking the boy, but his Contract demanded his civility. He would have to find another way to make his Master tolerable, however short the effects would undoubtably be. Slowly he removed his glove and displayed the Marking which bound him to the boy. It shone clearly in the moonlight and Ciel felt his eye begin to burn.
Whenever he bore witness to the demon's mark he felt his own begin to react. It would forever lay scorched across his eye and it burned with the heat of Hell's fire as he stared at the insignia of their contract.
"What's the point of this Sebastian?"
"This is the symbol which binds us together as one. This is the marking that demands my servitude. This is what makes you my Master."
"I've asked you a question Sebastian. What is your point?"
"As your butler it is my responsability to serve you and obey your every command. Yet I am charged with an even greater task, and that is to ensure your safety. As a demon we are forced to continously take on new identities and abandon the lives we've created. If we are discovered the consequences would be dire to the both of us. That is why I must disobey several of the orders you've given me. It is for the greater good that I run the risk of displeasing you, rather than run the risk of your endangerment. Do you understand, Young Master?"
Ciel nearly laughed.
"A demon discussing the greater good? How amusing," he grinned,"Very well, I'll put up with your little annoyances..For now."
Sebastian cringed. So he was the annoyance? How utterly ridiculous. He had well over half a mind to tell the brat off, but a glance at his Marking convinced him otherwise. With a sigh he regained his composure and the civility of which his Contract demanded. With his glove once again covering the insignia he followed his Master as an obedient butler should.
"There you are!" cried Ivy,"We were getting worried! You Sillies the show's almost about to start!"
"So what cinematic abomination am I being forced to see?"
"Oh Ciel you can't have that kind of attitude! It's just so melanchol-Oh! Here come the others! Hello everyone!"
"Hey Ivy!"
"Is everyone excited to see The Hobbit?" asked Miss Cromwell.
"We sure are! Dasan and I've been waiting for this to come out for months!"
"He's right, Warren and I have been counting down the days until the premiere!"
"We've just been waiting for an excuse to go see it."
Suddenly the boys lept forth and grasped Ciel.
"Thank you so much for coming!"
"Get the Hell off of me!"
"Please , , if you'll remember my brother's germanphobia."
"Oh that's right."
"Sorry about that Ciel. I guess we just got a little exicited there."
"Yes a little," he mocked.
"Will you be joining the children and I, Mr. Michealis?"
"If you wouldn't mind, Miss Violetta. I like to accompany my Little Brother to most of his associations. As you can tell he isn't the best with these types of gatherings."
As the two of them spoke Ciel continued to try to wriggle out of the grips of his peers.
"Yes," she said,"It is rather clear."
Sebastian continued his conversation and Ciel continued his struggle as the group awaited the movement of the ticket line. It was a slow venture and many passed the comity while existing the theatre, a common occurance in this ordinary town.
However, tonight wasn't as ordinary as the previous cycles of years and months and days. Tonight the stars aligned in the perfect order, in the perfect place, at the perfect time for something extraordinary to occur.
Among the existing movie goers a familar face lay in the crowd, a porcelian face shadowed by a wild mass of crimson hair. The crimson haired man was spotted, for how could he be missed, but even standing there plain as the hue of his silky strands Ciel and Sebatian couldn't help but be bewildered.
But just to clear any possibly doubts from their minds the crimson haired gent would make himself known, in the theatric way of which he was accustomed. With a toothy grin and a winky eye he greeted them.
"Well hello there," said none other than the crimson haired Grell Sutcliff.
Hi, EMILY7181997 here, and I have a few things to say. First of all, MERRY CHRISTMAS! Second of all, sorry this one's a little short. I wanted to end on the whole "Oh my gosh it's Grell!" thing. Anyway, the next one will be longer. God bless and thanks for reading.