Amelia d'Assy : cousin of Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler fanfiction)

Chapter 27 : The English Season and Weston College (Part II)

Spring 1889, Weston College, End of the Day

"MacMillan, you have heard Maurice Cole tell me to meet the prefect at 2 PM o'clock, right?" Inquired Ciel while everyone was giving him the cold shoulder.

"I think so but I need to check this out." Confessed MacMillian

Ciel would need to infiltrate someone in the Red Scarlet fox, Maurice needed to be dealt with. He wondered whom, it had to be someone with sufficient background and would be immediately admitted. It was such a shame that none of his family members were young enough to attend anymore.

Maybe Liam could pull some ropes in this school since he is an alumnus, he should have a few acquaintances still attending this school and he was also in the Red house. Or he could get over his pride and ask the Holmes, they were in the Blue House but knowing Mycroft he has to have a few contacts in other houses. He should start with that, Liam will most likely hang up on him except if Amelia call him.

"Hello operator, 020 7930 9000, Office of Mycroft Holmes, please," he said.

"Very well, my lord." Said a female voice before he heard the line being switched to a male operator.

"Why do you want to reach Mycroft Holmes?" Inquired the man probably of military background.

"I am Ciel Phantomhive, Count of Phantomhive, inform Lord Holmes that I am trying to reach him. He should know immediately who I am." He said already annoyed to have to explain to an MI5 agent whom he was.

As much as he likes to annoy Lord Randall with the fact that their exchanges were shameful, Ciel didn't want to tell the whole good society of his role. It would only put a bigger target on his for naught, the people of the shadows already knew that he existed and it was enough.

"Phantomhive what do you want? I have no time to deal with your petty games, I am currently having a personal crisis." Said Mycroft Holmes now utterly pissed off.

It was rare. He was usually the epitome of a gentleman. Here they were. Did Great Britain was experiencing a crisis that he was unaware of? If so, he needed to be aware and stop playing the schoolboy.

"Oh, is that so? You usually make time for my cousin." Said Ciel teasing him.

"Oh for God's sake, Ciel Phantomhive would you mind just stop wasting my time already?" Sharply said Holmes now clearly losing patience.

"Very well but you do act differently around Amelia, I am simply calling to know if you still retain any contacts inside Weston." He said, feeling that her cousin was indeed something else to make this cold man warm up to her.

"Weston? As of Weston College? Oh my lord, did our little count decided to act his age and do be a proper member of high society? Finally attending Weston College, I am impressed." Answered back Mycroft now taking revenge on his earlier teasing.

"Oh do shut up, do you or not?"

"I certainly do but this will not be for free. I want my question answered." Stated the oldest Holmes.

Damn prick. He never missed an occasion to gather more intel on them. Since he had learned that his family was the watchdog of the Queen, he had been digging every information of her. His aunt called him the other day to inform him of that.

"Hi, my dear nephew. I am very sorry to bother you but the Queen has decided to unveil to Mycroft Holmes our family duty. He will prove to be an asset knowing but at the same time, he may try to uncover more. He is destabilized by all this and especially my daughter's involvement in all this"

Charlotte d'Assy had told him before foreign voices were heard in the background and she hang up. Damn Holmes if the youngest wasn't trying to meddle in his cases, the eldest was all bent on figuring the Phantomhives out.