Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction ❯ Surface ❯ The Complicated Theater ( Chapter 3 )
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By: tweekthetwitch13 
Anime/Manga: Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Mystery / Drama | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 06.08.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 555 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Mystery / Drama | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 06.08.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 555 | Status: Work In Progress
Again this is a repost, so sadly I don't have the wonderful feedback on here like I did on the other website. OH WELL. frag.
For anyone that still has questions regarding the story (more importantly Ciel’s soul.)everything will be explained in due time. Anywho here we go, I have some odd ideas in store for this chapter so I hope it doesn’t come out awkwardly..
Disclaimers are the same chapter to chapter.
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There was an aromatic smell encompassing every corner of the room.
It was pleasant, unlike the choking smoke that often curled around the Madam in Red or the Chinaman-
Spices of every kind and color, of every nation, were in the room creating an odor that could charm even the Gods themselves.
Figures were flitting about, blurred just out of focus. It didn’t matter. His gaze was focused only on one figure, this figure that was crystal clear yet cloaked in darkness.
It was delectable, even if it lacked the sweetness he so greatly desired.
--
Ciel woke in a dim room, for a moment believing his dream had been reality for the smell of exotic incents filled the room.
Where was he?
Sitting in an upright position, Ciel glanced around the room he was in. He wasn’t too happy in realizing he was on some sort of mat on the ground; sleeping on the ground was so undignified. It took him a moment for his whereabouts to sink in, he was looking from a different position in the room but he was most undeniably in Helena Aberlin’s shop. The smell, warmth and just general untidy look of the room were unmistakable.
Now the question was, obviously, how on earth did he go from the kitchen to a pad on the ground? Bringing his hand up to his face, Ciel rubbed the bridge of his nose. Ciel was very rarely in a good mood upon waking up, even when he hadn’t been having wholly disturbing dreams…
This was pure torture.
“Oh, you’re awake! Ah..About time too, I was getting tired myself…”
Ciel glanced up; Helena who was standing in the hallway entrance held what appeared to be fake electric candle. She was dressed in a long cotton night dress and robe; this was something that did not bode well.
“Wh-what time is it? How long have I been asleep?”
Ciel rubbed his eyes quickly, before shakily standing after getting his footing. Helena had a small smile on her face; one that said she was quite happy he had actually woken, yet knew the conversation to come wouldn’t be a cheerful one.
“It’s about a quarter till midnight..You’ve been out for quite some time, kiddo.”
Ciel’s deep blue eyes widened, he was staring at Helena, yet no longer seeing her.
He hated this.
Clenching his hands into a tight fist, a snarl making its way onto his young face Ciel seemed to snap. Before he realized what was happening, his hands were bunched in Helena’s robe. Narrowed eyes glared up into her shocked face, the electric candle she had been holding crashed to the floor.
“Why didn’t you wake me up sooner!? Tell me!”
The voice that came from Ciel wasn’t his, and at the same time it was. As the sound of his own words sunk into his head, Ciel reeled back in horror. Wide eyed, he brought a shaky up and ran it through his dark blue hair. Blue eyes stared down at the broken electric candle that had shattered on the floor. It was even darker in the room now than it had once been.
He hated this.
“I-I’m sorry..I didn’t..Didn’t mean to…”
“Don’t worry about it. A few too many good folk wake up foggy and cute and go straight to mean.”
Helena sounded vaguely amused, but when Ciel raised his eyes back up to meet hers, the amusement had obviously not reached her face. She didn’t appear to be angry, but more like something was nagging at the back of her mind.
“No, no..You don’t understand..That isn’t..This isn’t me. I’m not that person!”
“I understand perfectly. Tell me, did you dream again while you slept? Actually, answer that in a moment. I can’t see a bloody thing in here, old people eyes you know…One moment.”
Helena departed down the dark hallway; occasionally Ciel heard an unladylike curse as she stubbed her toe into some of the junk lying around. Her departure gave Ciel a moment to calm down, take a few deep breaths before she returned carrying a flashlight.
“I don’t see why you don’t just turn on the light switch…”
“This makes it more spooky, and the light bulbs burned out and I haven’t been to the market yet. Anyway, please take a seat and tell me about the dream you had.”
“Take a seat where? This is all junk piles; some of it might even be alive.”
“If you have the time to be snarky, you have the time to sit your prepubescent arse on the mat I lovingly put down for you.”
Ciel was too exhausted to be too amused or insulted so he just took a seat, Helena pulled up was appeared to be a container of some sort and sat down on it nearby. Ciel crossed his legs and pulled up the fleece blanket that had been covering him before; the clothes he had been wearing earlier didn’t do much to conserve body heat.
“Before I tell you about my dream, may I ask why I am in here instead of in the kitchen like we were before?”
“I don’t light candles just for ambiance, my home is freezing cold. The Kitchen is the coldest, this room is the warmest. I can’t afford to keep the candles lit however; the cat could push them over. Can we continue please?”
Ciel decided not to push the issue, but was mildly curious as to what cat was in her home.
“Er, right. Let’s see…I was in a fairly large room I think, standing in the doorway maybe. It smelled really good, exotic. There were figures moving around but they were blurry except for-“
Ciel paused for just a moment, for some reason the idea of telling her about the one figure that had been in focus was something he wasn’t quite ready to do.
“.....I think it was in a kitchen. That’s all really.”
If Helena had caught Ciel’s pause she didn’t comment on it.
“How clear was this dream? Did it make more or less sense than other dreams you’ve had?”
“Hmm..It wasn’t the clearest dream I’ve ever had, but it was the clearest peaceful dream I’ve encountered. Most the ones that don’t make me wake in cold sweats are very convoluted and odd."
“I see, do you think the reason for it is because of this-“
Ciel blinked as a photograph was shoved into his face, as his eyes focused he began to panic. Why he had blacked out earlier came rushing back to him. The boy with his face, the man in black, those demonic eyes.
Before it could set in again it was pulled from his line of view.
“Ciel, are you alright? You began to hyperventilate; I really didn’t want you collapsing on me all over again.”
Ciel shook of the shock he had felt previously, feeling much worn out all of a sudden.
“I’m fine..I just..I’m feeling a bit tired. Can I sleep here tonight?”
At that moment Ciel realized he must be mad.
“It’s past midnight dear, won’t your parents mind?”
“No, I have my own hotel room a little ways from here..I’m just..not up for the walk right now.”
Helena smiled, for the first time she was seeing Ciel as his actual age. Just a young boy, yawning and rubbing his eyes after a long day. It was a shame what he was going through, though very fascinating. The side of him she had seen earlier worried her though, and that wasn’t the only thing.
There was something very much off about the young boy…For one he has absolutely no aura. In all of her years Helena had only seen a few people with a lack of aura, these were people Helena had her doubts were even human.
Quite peculiar.
Helena’s smile grew; in that short amount of time the boy was already fast asleep. Oh well, it didn’t matter how peculiar the boy was. Standing up, she made her way back down the hallway to her own bedroom. Glancing once more down the hall she jokingly to herself ‘blew’ out the flashlight she was holding.
“Big things are in store for that boy, aren’t they Jerry?”
A black cat, that had jumped in through the window she left open for him, rubbed itself on her leg in an agreeing manner.
--
“London?! Why do we have to go all the way to London? Who cares if some brat is investigating the other brat?!Come on!Sebastian!”
Grell was trailing after Sebastian in a New York back alley, they had just recently left the bar and after much whining Sebastian informed Grell as to where he was headed in such a hurry.
If Sebastian had been in his right mind that would have never happened, though he couldn’t deny if he wanted for any reason to look into the Young Master’s death it might help to have a Death God handy. Sebastian wasn’t, however, in any hurry to tell Grell anything more than that.
At receiving no answer from the black haired gentleman in front of him, Grell pouted and quicked his pace. Grell knew Sebastian’s connection to Ciel Phantomhive wasn’t anywhere in the realm of normal; no, a Demon would never had let himself get so attached. Getting attached to a human? It made Grell sick, not to mention incredibly jealous.
“If we’re going all the to ‘Jolly ol’ England’ Can we at least go first class? Please~ Sebby-chan?!”
Grell, Sebastian thought, should have really figured out quite some time ago that didn’t and would never work on him. Neither did the eyelashes being fluttered in his direction. Sebastian stopped walking, in the middle of the dark alley. Once Grell noticed Sebastian had stopped walking, he turned around to look at the demon.
“Why, yes. I do believe I shall travel…’first class’.”
Grell’s eyes widened, Sebastian’s true demonic nature shone through with a eerie red glow in his eyes. A familiar smirk crossed his lips, said lips only opening slightly to show a sharp row of teeth.
Grell cursed as Sebastian disappeared in a flourish of darkness, leaving the hotheaded red head alone in the middle of the dirty New York back alley.
“Sebastian!....Damnit. That brat is never coming back..his soul is gone. You idiot…”
His words evaporated into the air, heard by no living creature.
--
Demons heel quickly if they’ve fed and regained their strength, one can end up in tiny bits and pieces and all it would take is one meal and in just a relatively short amount of time they would be back to normal. There’s been numerous occasions in Sebastian’s long life in which he had been, in ways that would be fatal to most humans, injured. The largest grouping of these injuries had been when he was serving under Ciel Phantomhive.
He had taken knives, bullets, a death reapers chain saw, and plenty more all to his body and survived. To him, even without feeding, these were minor injuries. Nothing too serious, albeit a bit painful.
The worst injury Sebastian had sustained in quite some time had been the loss of his arm due to the demented fallen angel Ash.
What most people don’t think actively about is that the body is very much alive, including bones. While if a human lost an arm or a leg they would never regain it, a demon may. Given time.
After regaining his lost strength from the consumption of Ciel’s soul, he healed. Of course just healing from the battle with Ash itself hindered the healing process for his arm. For about 5 human years it was quite a horrible thing to behold, though useful in the scare-tactics department that demons found themselves frequenting.
After the morbid growing of bone and the sewing together of flesh and blood, Sebastian had his arm back.
Good as new.
--
Sebastian pushed back a lock of hair that had been misplaced in his little trip, glancing around at the London Alley he had come up in.
Cobblestone streets, almost cliché’ but a bit comforting to the demon who hadn't been back since WWII. There was a small shop in the alley behind him, what appeared to be some sort of ‘Psychic’ shop. The name on the sign that said ‘Aberlin’ caught his muddy red eye. He sniffed, hoping to catch a familiar wiff connected to the Aberlin family, but it was a futile effort. If the smell of an London back alley wasn’t enough to over power his senses, the large amount of incents and candle smell coming from the little shop was.
Oh well, Sebastian thought, even if this ‘Helena’ was in any way connected to the Aberlin he had known in the past it didn’t matter much anymore.
As Sebastian made his way down the alley, a black cat darted past him and slipped inside the house by means of an opened window.
Sebastian smiled softly, but his mind was elsewhere. Before he spoke to Alastair at his antique shop, there was someone he needed to see first, someone he was sure was still in London.
His footsteps echoed quietly as he made his way onto the main London street path, an odd feeling starting to swirl in his gut.
--
Sebastian’s target was found easily, and Sebastian was a little more than slightly disturbed to see the shop hadn’t changed whatsoever since 1888.
“I’ve been expecting you. It has been awhile hasn’t it?”
Sebastian turned calmly, nodding in a sort of greeting. It had been quite a long time indeed…
Undertaker grinned his same old crazed grin, a little giggle escaping past his lips.
Nothing had changed. The Death God was even dressed the same way, even his hair was styled exactly the same way covering his eyes. Though this didn’t shock Sebastian one bit, if his experiences with them were any indication, Death God’s all seemed to be a bit off their metaphorical rocker.
Before Sebastian could talk, Undertaker had beaten him to it.
“I have some news you might find quite interesting…quite interesting indeed. For a price of course!-"
Sebastian eye’s flashed,
“-Is…what I would say if we weren’t old friends!”
A nervous giggle this time, regardless of the fact Undertaker was quite powerful himself and not someone Sebastian would be very eager to fight. Turning, he fingered through various books scattered around in his shop. Undertaker seemed to have found what he was looking for after a couple moments and alerted Sebastian to his find with a small ‘Aha!’ and as always, mildly demented chuckle.
He waved the book in front of Sebastian’s face, his grin getting even bigger.
“Do you know what this is? Hmmm, Geheh..I thought you would. Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve seen one now would it?”
Sebastian snapped his hand out and stalled Undertakers waving hand. He realized immediately what it was; A book from the Death God’s Library. An archive of books that archived ones life.
“This was Ciel Phantomhive’s…When he died, it ended. However…it was found on the ground in our library, opened…and very much active.”
For the first time in his life Sebastian was too shocked to really think.
This wasn’t possible.
Ciel's soul was gone.
Undertaker hummed and grinned again, glancing back down at the book in his pale clutches.
“The Play is still being written...”
------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------Till Next time.
..Oh hohoho How evil am I?... actually I dont know if I like this chappie. I have no confidence in the first part, and no confidence in how I wrote Undertaker -shames- Er anyway!
Review and they’ll meet sooner!! (I"M LYING)
For anyone that still has questions regarding the story (more importantly Ciel’s soul.)everything will be explained in due time. Anywho here we go, I have some odd ideas in store for this chapter so I hope it doesn’t come out awkwardly..
Disclaimers are the same chapter to chapter.
--------------------------------------------------------- ------------------
There was an aromatic smell encompassing every corner of the room.
It was pleasant, unlike the choking smoke that often curled around the Madam in Red or the Chinaman-
Spices of every kind and color, of every nation, were in the room creating an odor that could charm even the Gods themselves.
Figures were flitting about, blurred just out of focus. It didn’t matter. His gaze was focused only on one figure, this figure that was crystal clear yet cloaked in darkness.
It was delectable, even if it lacked the sweetness he so greatly desired.
--
Ciel woke in a dim room, for a moment believing his dream had been reality for the smell of exotic incents filled the room.
Where was he?
Sitting in an upright position, Ciel glanced around the room he was in. He wasn’t too happy in realizing he was on some sort of mat on the ground; sleeping on the ground was so undignified. It took him a moment for his whereabouts to sink in, he was looking from a different position in the room but he was most undeniably in Helena Aberlin’s shop. The smell, warmth and just general untidy look of the room were unmistakable.
Now the question was, obviously, how on earth did he go from the kitchen to a pad on the ground? Bringing his hand up to his face, Ciel rubbed the bridge of his nose. Ciel was very rarely in a good mood upon waking up, even when he hadn’t been having wholly disturbing dreams…
This was pure torture.
“Oh, you’re awake! Ah..About time too, I was getting tired myself…”
Ciel glanced up; Helena who was standing in the hallway entrance held what appeared to be fake electric candle. She was dressed in a long cotton night dress and robe; this was something that did not bode well.
“Wh-what time is it? How long have I been asleep?”
Ciel rubbed his eyes quickly, before shakily standing after getting his footing. Helena had a small smile on her face; one that said she was quite happy he had actually woken, yet knew the conversation to come wouldn’t be a cheerful one.
“It’s about a quarter till midnight..You’ve been out for quite some time, kiddo.”
Ciel’s deep blue eyes widened, he was staring at Helena, yet no longer seeing her.
He hated this.
Clenching his hands into a tight fist, a snarl making its way onto his young face Ciel seemed to snap. Before he realized what was happening, his hands were bunched in Helena’s robe. Narrowed eyes glared up into her shocked face, the electric candle she had been holding crashed to the floor.
“Why didn’t you wake me up sooner!? Tell me!”
The voice that came from Ciel wasn’t his, and at the same time it was. As the sound of his own words sunk into his head, Ciel reeled back in horror. Wide eyed, he brought a shaky up and ran it through his dark blue hair. Blue eyes stared down at the broken electric candle that had shattered on the floor. It was even darker in the room now than it had once been.
He hated this.
“I-I’m sorry..I didn’t..Didn’t mean to…”
“Don’t worry about it. A few too many good folk wake up foggy and cute and go straight to mean.”
Helena sounded vaguely amused, but when Ciel raised his eyes back up to meet hers, the amusement had obviously not reached her face. She didn’t appear to be angry, but more like something was nagging at the back of her mind.
“No, no..You don’t understand..That isn’t..This isn’t me. I’m not that person!”
“I understand perfectly. Tell me, did you dream again while you slept? Actually, answer that in a moment. I can’t see a bloody thing in here, old people eyes you know…One moment.”
Helena departed down the dark hallway; occasionally Ciel heard an unladylike curse as she stubbed her toe into some of the junk lying around. Her departure gave Ciel a moment to calm down, take a few deep breaths before she returned carrying a flashlight.
“I don’t see why you don’t just turn on the light switch…”
“This makes it more spooky, and the light bulbs burned out and I haven’t been to the market yet. Anyway, please take a seat and tell me about the dream you had.”
“Take a seat where? This is all junk piles; some of it might even be alive.”
“If you have the time to be snarky, you have the time to sit your prepubescent arse on the mat I lovingly put down for you.”
Ciel was too exhausted to be too amused or insulted so he just took a seat, Helena pulled up was appeared to be a container of some sort and sat down on it nearby. Ciel crossed his legs and pulled up the fleece blanket that had been covering him before; the clothes he had been wearing earlier didn’t do much to conserve body heat.
“Before I tell you about my dream, may I ask why I am in here instead of in the kitchen like we were before?”
“I don’t light candles just for ambiance, my home is freezing cold. The Kitchen is the coldest, this room is the warmest. I can’t afford to keep the candles lit however; the cat could push them over. Can we continue please?”
Ciel decided not to push the issue, but was mildly curious as to what cat was in her home.
“Er, right. Let’s see…I was in a fairly large room I think, standing in the doorway maybe. It smelled really good, exotic. There were figures moving around but they were blurry except for-“
Ciel paused for just a moment, for some reason the idea of telling her about the one figure that had been in focus was something he wasn’t quite ready to do.
“.....I think it was in a kitchen. That’s all really.”
If Helena had caught Ciel’s pause she didn’t comment on it.
“How clear was this dream? Did it make more or less sense than other dreams you’ve had?”
“Hmm..It wasn’t the clearest dream I’ve ever had, but it was the clearest peaceful dream I’ve encountered. Most the ones that don’t make me wake in cold sweats are very convoluted and odd."
“I see, do you think the reason for it is because of this-“
Ciel blinked as a photograph was shoved into his face, as his eyes focused he began to panic. Why he had blacked out earlier came rushing back to him. The boy with his face, the man in black, those demonic eyes.
Before it could set in again it was pulled from his line of view.
“Ciel, are you alright? You began to hyperventilate; I really didn’t want you collapsing on me all over again.”
Ciel shook of the shock he had felt previously, feeling much worn out all of a sudden.
“I’m fine..I just..I’m feeling a bit tired. Can I sleep here tonight?”
At that moment Ciel realized he must be mad.
“It’s past midnight dear, won’t your parents mind?”
“No, I have my own hotel room a little ways from here..I’m just..not up for the walk right now.”
Helena smiled, for the first time she was seeing Ciel as his actual age. Just a young boy, yawning and rubbing his eyes after a long day. It was a shame what he was going through, though very fascinating. The side of him she had seen earlier worried her though, and that wasn’t the only thing.
There was something very much off about the young boy…For one he has absolutely no aura. In all of her years Helena had only seen a few people with a lack of aura, these were people Helena had her doubts were even human.
Quite peculiar.
Helena’s smile grew; in that short amount of time the boy was already fast asleep. Oh well, it didn’t matter how peculiar the boy was. Standing up, she made her way back down the hallway to her own bedroom. Glancing once more down the hall she jokingly to herself ‘blew’ out the flashlight she was holding.
“Big things are in store for that boy, aren’t they Jerry?”
A black cat, that had jumped in through the window she left open for him, rubbed itself on her leg in an agreeing manner.
--
“London?! Why do we have to go all the way to London? Who cares if some brat is investigating the other brat?!Come on!Sebastian!”
Grell was trailing after Sebastian in a New York back alley, they had just recently left the bar and after much whining Sebastian informed Grell as to where he was headed in such a hurry.
If Sebastian had been in his right mind that would have never happened, though he couldn’t deny if he wanted for any reason to look into the Young Master’s death it might help to have a Death God handy. Sebastian wasn’t, however, in any hurry to tell Grell anything more than that.
At receiving no answer from the black haired gentleman in front of him, Grell pouted and quicked his pace. Grell knew Sebastian’s connection to Ciel Phantomhive wasn’t anywhere in the realm of normal; no, a Demon would never had let himself get so attached. Getting attached to a human? It made Grell sick, not to mention incredibly jealous.
“If we’re going all the to ‘Jolly ol’ England’ Can we at least go first class? Please~ Sebby-chan?!”
Grell, Sebastian thought, should have really figured out quite some time ago that didn’t and would never work on him. Neither did the eyelashes being fluttered in his direction. Sebastian stopped walking, in the middle of the dark alley. Once Grell noticed Sebastian had stopped walking, he turned around to look at the demon.
“Why, yes. I do believe I shall travel…’first class’.”
Grell’s eyes widened, Sebastian’s true demonic nature shone through with a eerie red glow in his eyes. A familiar smirk crossed his lips, said lips only opening slightly to show a sharp row of teeth.
Grell cursed as Sebastian disappeared in a flourish of darkness, leaving the hotheaded red head alone in the middle of the dirty New York back alley.
“Sebastian!....Damnit. That brat is never coming back..his soul is gone. You idiot…”
His words evaporated into the air, heard by no living creature.
--
Demons heel quickly if they’ve fed and regained their strength, one can end up in tiny bits and pieces and all it would take is one meal and in just a relatively short amount of time they would be back to normal. There’s been numerous occasions in Sebastian’s long life in which he had been, in ways that would be fatal to most humans, injured. The largest grouping of these injuries had been when he was serving under Ciel Phantomhive.
He had taken knives, bullets, a death reapers chain saw, and plenty more all to his body and survived. To him, even without feeding, these were minor injuries. Nothing too serious, albeit a bit painful.
The worst injury Sebastian had sustained in quite some time had been the loss of his arm due to the demented fallen angel Ash.
What most people don’t think actively about is that the body is very much alive, including bones. While if a human lost an arm or a leg they would never regain it, a demon may. Given time.
After regaining his lost strength from the consumption of Ciel’s soul, he healed. Of course just healing from the battle with Ash itself hindered the healing process for his arm. For about 5 human years it was quite a horrible thing to behold, though useful in the scare-tactics department that demons found themselves frequenting.
After the morbid growing of bone and the sewing together of flesh and blood, Sebastian had his arm back.
Good as new.
--
Sebastian pushed back a lock of hair that had been misplaced in his little trip, glancing around at the London Alley he had come up in.
Cobblestone streets, almost cliché’ but a bit comforting to the demon who hadn't been back since WWII. There was a small shop in the alley behind him, what appeared to be some sort of ‘Psychic’ shop. The name on the sign that said ‘Aberlin’ caught his muddy red eye. He sniffed, hoping to catch a familiar wiff connected to the Aberlin family, but it was a futile effort. If the smell of an London back alley wasn’t enough to over power his senses, the large amount of incents and candle smell coming from the little shop was.
Oh well, Sebastian thought, even if this ‘Helena’ was in any way connected to the Aberlin he had known in the past it didn’t matter much anymore.
As Sebastian made his way down the alley, a black cat darted past him and slipped inside the house by means of an opened window.
Sebastian smiled softly, but his mind was elsewhere. Before he spoke to Alastair at his antique shop, there was someone he needed to see first, someone he was sure was still in London.
His footsteps echoed quietly as he made his way onto the main London street path, an odd feeling starting to swirl in his gut.
--
Sebastian’s target was found easily, and Sebastian was a little more than slightly disturbed to see the shop hadn’t changed whatsoever since 1888.
“I’ve been expecting you. It has been awhile hasn’t it?”
Sebastian turned calmly, nodding in a sort of greeting. It had been quite a long time indeed…
Undertaker grinned his same old crazed grin, a little giggle escaping past his lips.
Nothing had changed. The Death God was even dressed the same way, even his hair was styled exactly the same way covering his eyes. Though this didn’t shock Sebastian one bit, if his experiences with them were any indication, Death God’s all seemed to be a bit off their metaphorical rocker.
Before Sebastian could talk, Undertaker had beaten him to it.
“I have some news you might find quite interesting…quite interesting indeed. For a price of course!-"
Sebastian eye’s flashed,
“-Is…what I would say if we weren’t old friends!”
A nervous giggle this time, regardless of the fact Undertaker was quite powerful himself and not someone Sebastian would be very eager to fight. Turning, he fingered through various books scattered around in his shop. Undertaker seemed to have found what he was looking for after a couple moments and alerted Sebastian to his find with a small ‘Aha!’ and as always, mildly demented chuckle.
He waved the book in front of Sebastian’s face, his grin getting even bigger.
“Do you know what this is? Hmmm, Geheh..I thought you would. Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve seen one now would it?”
Sebastian snapped his hand out and stalled Undertakers waving hand. He realized immediately what it was; A book from the Death God’s Library. An archive of books that archived ones life.
“This was Ciel Phantomhive’s…When he died, it ended. However…it was found on the ground in our library, opened…and very much active.”
For the first time in his life Sebastian was too shocked to really think.
This wasn’t possible.
Ciel's soul was gone.
Undertaker hummed and grinned again, glancing back down at the book in his pale clutches.
“The Play is still being written...”
------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------Till Next time.
..Oh hohoho How evil am I?... actually I dont know if I like this chappie. I have no confidence in the first part, and no confidence in how I wrote Undertaker -shames- Er anyway!
Review and they’ll meet sooner!! (I"M LYING)