"𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲."
The life of the youngest Phantomhive as he and his elder brother find out a secret that's been kept from them.
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"Our servants, those are actually private soldiers who were hand picked to guard our manor." You revealed as you kept smiling at him.
"No..." Joker whispered as he moved to his stomach. "They'll protect Phantomhive secrets and Phantomhive pride from anything." Ciel continued as Joker looked at you both in horror.
"After all... that's what makes a Phantomhive servant." You both said simultaneously, leaving him to imagine the worse. "Private... soldiers?" He asked with uneven breathes, losing his cool.
"The Phantomhive's are shadows that exist to dispel any concerns her majesty has regarding the underworld. Once you enter our den, all hope is lost. You shall never again return to the light." You said in an eerily calm tone.
"We're professionals too. And quite good. It won't be easy to-" he tried objecting but was interrupted by Sebastian.
"You're free to believe as you like, of course. But least you get too optimistic, you should keep in mind that I hired them." Sebastian said as he waved the knife he used to cut off Jokers arm and let it drop to the floor.
Joker looked over to see Kelvin gasping for air, barely hanging onto life. He seemed to contemplate the different ways their life could've turned based on general details. He eventually began crying quietly.
"Don't cry, it's pathetic." Your brother ordered, "Crying won't change a thing. It doesn't matter who you are. The world is never kind." He added as Joker pleaded. "Smile, please don't..."
"I only have one name, and that is not it. I am Ciel, Earl Phantomhive." He said as the squeaking of another pair of wheelchairs was heard.
"I'm late, but I'm not empty handed. What's this? Black, Beauty and Smile... you're here? That's odd." Doc who came in, raised a brow, not being alarmed.
"Go, doc! Leave now. Hurry! They work together as the queens guard dog and her butterfly!" Joker warned him as he still stayed calm. "Oh? You're the ones? How interesting." He tilted his head as he connected the dots.
"Run, now! Get out while you can!" Joker urged him "Me? Why should I?" Doc asked as he stood, legs completely functional.
"You and your circus freaks are the kidnappers. I only performed the services the good baron Kelvin hired me for. I have no reason to run." He brushed off as he walked down the ramp.
"What's going on? Your legs... they're not- you can walk?" Joker asked, believing Doc had trouble waking considering he was always seen on a wheelchair.
"Sorry. Ah right, yes, oh they're perfectly sound. I just find the chair useful. Children seem to trust me more easily when I'm in it." He smiled with his explanation before getting surprised at Kelvin's state.
"Lord Kelvin!" He called as he ran over to his employer to check his wounds and sighing. "Well, I know a lost chase when I see one, what a shame that is. Do you know how long it took me to find a patron who shared my ideals?" He complained, not attempting to save Kelvin as he was too far gone.
