A Dangerous Game
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Escape
Yay! Next chapter! Oh and Misswarchan-I don't have it posted on FF.net, because of the very explicit stuffs that is soon to come. Apparently their new policy frowns on such outright erotica. XD But thanks for your support, and to you, Anon. ^^
A Dangerous Game
Chapter Three-Escape
Over the next few days the mansion was bustling with activity. Everyone was very excited about the wedding. All except Ciel and Sebastian, ironically enough. Ciel had long ago accepted that certain things were just his duty, including getting married, pretending to love Elizabeth, and producing an heir with her. But that didn’t mean he planned on throwing himself face forward into it like a loon. Sebastian was being more of a sarcastic ass than ever since he had something new to tease Ciel with.
And if one more person asks me if I’m excited, I’m going to go ballistic, he vowed silently to himself as Meirin asked him that for the hundredth time that day.
“Oh, it’s so romantic!” the lecherous maid swooned, blushing furiously. “Like Romeo and Juliet except with a happy ending! And babies! You’ll have so many fat little babies and-” then she went on and on and on about how fat and cute their babies would be and what a beautiful couple they made. Ciel took in a deep, slow breath, reminding himself that murder was considered immoral in this society, and especially unbefitting of a nobleman of his stature...or at least for one who didn't happen to moonlight as the Queen's Guard Dog. There was a time and place for everything, and now was not the time nor place.
Ciel walked furiously down the hall, trying desperately to escape them. “Sebastian,” he called, stopping at the head of the ornate staircase leading down to the foyer. Sebastian appeared at the bottom of the stairs like he’d been there all along. He waited expectantly. “We’re going out.”
“Might I ask to where, young Master?” Sebastian inquired.
“Anywhere.”
“I‘d be willing to bet that we‘re about to go see our old friends at Scotland Yard.”
Ciel scoffed. It was unlike Sebastian to interject his own opinion into something. “Why would I want to see that-” he stopped dead as the realization hit him. Sure enough, Sebastian was holding a silver plate on his right palm, an envelope sealed with blood red wax resting atop it. The royal seal. “A case?” he inquired, relief flooding through him. This was just what he’d been needing.
Sebastian followed Ciel to the young Phantomhive’s bedroom, where he began getting dressed to go out. He pulled on a pair of straight black pants and a button up vest as he gestured for Sebastian to read the letter aloud. “My dearest Earl Phantomhive,” he began, “a matter most disturbing has come to my attention as of late. My agents tell me that there is something afoul in London’s underbelly. There has been a string of drug-related murders. Normally this is a necessary by-product of economy and society, but it is the manner in which they were killed, and why, that is the real problem. Scotland Yard is at a loss to explain these murders, though feel free to go and find out what you can from them at my behest. Each of the victims was young, male, and had been recently acquainted with your friend Lau and his consort Ran-Mau. Lau had recruited them to spread his drugs throughout the underground, and only three days-three days exactly for each of them-after this recruitment, they were found in their homes dead of a massive drug overdose. However, according to the fact that they had numerous needle marks in their arms and there were obvious signs of a struggle in each case, each one has been listed as a homicide rather than an accidental suicide as would normally be the case. We have no suspects as of yet.
These men were not the most innocent or virtuous of my subjects but they are still my subjects and it is my duty to prevent this from happening again. Included is a name of the deceased and their most recent acquaintances. I trust you will clear up this matter in your usual grace and secrecy.
Her Majesty Queen Victoria, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, Empress of India.”
Ciel sighed in a world-weary voice. “More murders, eh? Mankind isn’t very creative, is it?”
Sebastian set the letter down. "It would seem that most humans think the worst thing that could happen is to be killed. It's been the same since ancient days." A certain red-haired Reaper's face flashed in his mind and he shuddered inwardly. "Maybe it is if that is what one has to look forward to," he murmured to himself.
“I guess we’ll head over to Scotland Yard, if for no other reason than to piss off Sir Randall,” Ciel decided. “Then we’ll go see Lau and ask him what he knows.” He checked his reflection in a mirror, decided to forego a hat, and nodded in satisfaction.
Sebastian couldn’t help but smirk. His soul really was a marvel, unlike any other. “As you wish. I’ll inform the others we are leaving.” He then turned around to go find either Meirin, Bard, or Finny. Mr. Tanaka would be all but useless. Ironic that he was the only presence in that household that he could find no fault with. Other than his….general strangeness, there really was no complaint for the odd Japanese man.
…………………………
“You again!”
Ciel flashed the envelope bearing the Queen’s seal. Randall’s face flushed with a cold fury. The very sight of the Queen’s Guard Dog made him feel a strange mixture of disgust and, admittedly, fear. There was something so wrong in that young man’s eyes. And the tall man who was perpetually by his side gave him the creeps. “All the information you have on the serial murders, then I will be on my way.”
“Scotland Yard will handle this,” Randall said pointedly.
Ciel chuckled. “No doubt. Just like you handled the Jack the Ripper case?”
“You little-”
“Choose your next words carefully, Randall. You’re a powerful man, but I outrank you,” the Earl smirked, “in both title and in the Queen’s favor.”
And with that he left carrying the files with his butler Sebastian close by his side, as always. Once outside, Ciel quickly flipped through the folder. Sebastian looked over his shoulder. “Seven victims so far. Names: Jonathan Wiggington, Daniel Redding…My, they weren’t very popular, were they?”
Ciel eyed his demonic butler as he said this. “I seriously doubt any of the names listed as their most recent lists of enemies would be the culprit as there are no names all of them have in common. Let’s go see the Undertaker. I hope you have a joke lined up, Sebastian.”
Sebastian smirked. “Of course, my Lord,” and with that they climbed into the carriage and were off to see the eccentric Undertaker. It didn’t take Sebastian long, however, to notice that Ciel was staring at him in an unusual way. Not the wildly lustful way he’d been staring at him more and more as of late, just a sort of…contemplative look. “Is there something you’d like to add?”
“Are you a fallen angel, Sebastian Michaelis?” Ciel inquired abruptly.
“Am I…” Sebastian composed himself, recovering from the shock of being asked such a personal question. Ciel Phantomhive never asked him personal questions. “Well, you’re inquisitive today, aren’t you?”
“Just answer the question,” Ciel huffed impatiently.
“Well, yes. I am one of the angels who sided with Lucifer on the day of the Great Fall. On that day of rebellion, half of Heaven’s angels were cast out of paradise forever, and stripped of their wings. And so we became as we are now.”
“Demons,” the Earl finished for him. Sebastian nodded, gauging his young master’s reaction. “Do you regret it? Siding with Lucifer, I mean.”
Sebastian smirked. “No, not at all. There are many that do, but I am not one of them. Blind faith has never been my forte.”
“And yet you carry out your duties with such devotion and loyalty. These things you are, if only to me. Through the contract made with me you are my slave. You submit to my will and attend to my every whim,” Ciel’s storm-cloud eye was far away as he looked out the carriage window. He looked up in surprise as the bench he was sitting on moved slightly with added weight.
“And I don’t regret that, either,” the demon replied cooly, his face half an inch from Ciel’s. Ciel’s breath caught in his throat and his heart pounded wildly. “For a soul such as yours, I’d abandon everything.”
“What-what do you think you-” Ciel’s words were cut off as Sebastian pressed his lips to his. The 19-year-old’s mind caught on fire. He didn’t know what to think. His first thought screamed at the impropriety of it, then his next was sheer surprise. He didn’t know what he had expected-obviously Sebastian wasn’t made of stone as he often appeared-but he hadn’t anticipated just how soft the demon’s lips were. As he froze, thought racing through his head, Sebastian ended the chaste kiss by licking Ciel’s lower lip. And then a pair of burgundy eyes were staring deep into his own, filled with a provocative glint.
A Dangerous Game
Chapter Three-Escape
Over the next few days the mansion was bustling with activity. Everyone was very excited about the wedding. All except Ciel and Sebastian, ironically enough. Ciel had long ago accepted that certain things were just his duty, including getting married, pretending to love Elizabeth, and producing an heir with her. But that didn’t mean he planned on throwing himself face forward into it like a loon. Sebastian was being more of a sarcastic ass than ever since he had something new to tease Ciel with.
And if one more person asks me if I’m excited, I’m going to go ballistic, he vowed silently to himself as Meirin asked him that for the hundredth time that day.
“Oh, it’s so romantic!” the lecherous maid swooned, blushing furiously. “Like Romeo and Juliet except with a happy ending! And babies! You’ll have so many fat little babies and-” then she went on and on and on about how fat and cute their babies would be and what a beautiful couple they made. Ciel took in a deep, slow breath, reminding himself that murder was considered immoral in this society, and especially unbefitting of a nobleman of his stature...or at least for one who didn't happen to moonlight as the Queen's Guard Dog. There was a time and place for everything, and now was not the time nor place.
Ciel walked furiously down the hall, trying desperately to escape them. “Sebastian,” he called, stopping at the head of the ornate staircase leading down to the foyer. Sebastian appeared at the bottom of the stairs like he’d been there all along. He waited expectantly. “We’re going out.”
“Might I ask to where, young Master?” Sebastian inquired.
“Anywhere.”
“I‘d be willing to bet that we‘re about to go see our old friends at Scotland Yard.”
Ciel scoffed. It was unlike Sebastian to interject his own opinion into something. “Why would I want to see that-” he stopped dead as the realization hit him. Sure enough, Sebastian was holding a silver plate on his right palm, an envelope sealed with blood red wax resting atop it. The royal seal. “A case?” he inquired, relief flooding through him. This was just what he’d been needing.
Sebastian followed Ciel to the young Phantomhive’s bedroom, where he began getting dressed to go out. He pulled on a pair of straight black pants and a button up vest as he gestured for Sebastian to read the letter aloud. “My dearest Earl Phantomhive,” he began, “a matter most disturbing has come to my attention as of late. My agents tell me that there is something afoul in London’s underbelly. There has been a string of drug-related murders. Normally this is a necessary by-product of economy and society, but it is the manner in which they were killed, and why, that is the real problem. Scotland Yard is at a loss to explain these murders, though feel free to go and find out what you can from them at my behest. Each of the victims was young, male, and had been recently acquainted with your friend Lau and his consort Ran-Mau. Lau had recruited them to spread his drugs throughout the underground, and only three days-three days exactly for each of them-after this recruitment, they were found in their homes dead of a massive drug overdose. However, according to the fact that they had numerous needle marks in their arms and there were obvious signs of a struggle in each case, each one has been listed as a homicide rather than an accidental suicide as would normally be the case. We have no suspects as of yet.
These men were not the most innocent or virtuous of my subjects but they are still my subjects and it is my duty to prevent this from happening again. Included is a name of the deceased and their most recent acquaintances. I trust you will clear up this matter in your usual grace and secrecy.
Her Majesty Queen Victoria, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, Empress of India.”
Ciel sighed in a world-weary voice. “More murders, eh? Mankind isn’t very creative, is it?”
Sebastian set the letter down. "It would seem that most humans think the worst thing that could happen is to be killed. It's been the same since ancient days." A certain red-haired Reaper's face flashed in his mind and he shuddered inwardly. "Maybe it is if that is what one has to look forward to," he murmured to himself.
“I guess we’ll head over to Scotland Yard, if for no other reason than to piss off Sir Randall,” Ciel decided. “Then we’ll go see Lau and ask him what he knows.” He checked his reflection in a mirror, decided to forego a hat, and nodded in satisfaction.
Sebastian couldn’t help but smirk. His soul really was a marvel, unlike any other. “As you wish. I’ll inform the others we are leaving.” He then turned around to go find either Meirin, Bard, or Finny. Mr. Tanaka would be all but useless. Ironic that he was the only presence in that household that he could find no fault with. Other than his….general strangeness, there really was no complaint for the odd Japanese man.
…………………………
“You again!”
Ciel flashed the envelope bearing the Queen’s seal. Randall’s face flushed with a cold fury. The very sight of the Queen’s Guard Dog made him feel a strange mixture of disgust and, admittedly, fear. There was something so wrong in that young man’s eyes. And the tall man who was perpetually by his side gave him the creeps. “All the information you have on the serial murders, then I will be on my way.”
“Scotland Yard will handle this,” Randall said pointedly.
Ciel chuckled. “No doubt. Just like you handled the Jack the Ripper case?”
“You little-”
“Choose your next words carefully, Randall. You’re a powerful man, but I outrank you,” the Earl smirked, “in both title and in the Queen’s favor.”
And with that he left carrying the files with his butler Sebastian close by his side, as always. Once outside, Ciel quickly flipped through the folder. Sebastian looked over his shoulder. “Seven victims so far. Names: Jonathan Wiggington, Daniel Redding…My, they weren’t very popular, were they?”
Ciel eyed his demonic butler as he said this. “I seriously doubt any of the names listed as their most recent lists of enemies would be the culprit as there are no names all of them have in common. Let’s go see the Undertaker. I hope you have a joke lined up, Sebastian.”
Sebastian smirked. “Of course, my Lord,” and with that they climbed into the carriage and were off to see the eccentric Undertaker. It didn’t take Sebastian long, however, to notice that Ciel was staring at him in an unusual way. Not the wildly lustful way he’d been staring at him more and more as of late, just a sort of…contemplative look. “Is there something you’d like to add?”
“Are you a fallen angel, Sebastian Michaelis?” Ciel inquired abruptly.
“Am I…” Sebastian composed himself, recovering from the shock of being asked such a personal question. Ciel Phantomhive never asked him personal questions. “Well, you’re inquisitive today, aren’t you?”
“Just answer the question,” Ciel huffed impatiently.
“Well, yes. I am one of the angels who sided with Lucifer on the day of the Great Fall. On that day of rebellion, half of Heaven’s angels were cast out of paradise forever, and stripped of their wings. And so we became as we are now.”
“Demons,” the Earl finished for him. Sebastian nodded, gauging his young master’s reaction. “Do you regret it? Siding with Lucifer, I mean.”
Sebastian smirked. “No, not at all. There are many that do, but I am not one of them. Blind faith has never been my forte.”
“And yet you carry out your duties with such devotion and loyalty. These things you are, if only to me. Through the contract made with me you are my slave. You submit to my will and attend to my every whim,” Ciel’s storm-cloud eye was far away as he looked out the carriage window. He looked up in surprise as the bench he was sitting on moved slightly with added weight.
“And I don’t regret that, either,” the demon replied cooly, his face half an inch from Ciel’s. Ciel’s breath caught in his throat and his heart pounded wildly. “For a soul such as yours, I’d abandon everything.”
“What-what do you think you-” Ciel’s words were cut off as Sebastian pressed his lips to his. The 19-year-old’s mind caught on fire. He didn’t know what to think. His first thought screamed at the impropriety of it, then his next was sheer surprise. He didn’t know what he had expected-obviously Sebastian wasn’t made of stone as he often appeared-but he hadn’t anticipated just how soft the demon’s lips were. As he froze, thought racing through his head, Sebastian ended the chaste kiss by licking Ciel’s lower lip. And then a pair of burgundy eyes were staring deep into his own, filled with a provocative glint.