One Hell of a Story (a Black Butler Fanfiction)

Azzurro Vanel

Warning...This is mad long...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Aris, the blond, I do not trust him"  

Azile's voice sounded from beside Aris. Ciel had called for them to accompany him as he held a meeting in his billiard room. Aris had agreed instantly, having a strong memory, Aris remembers each episode- however she was surprised to find out that not each day would be an episode, she expected each day to be one episode to the next. 

Aris nodded, smiling softly at Azile's ability to sense the intentions of others, it's a gift that she had always possessed. 

"Azile, I want you to stay by Ciel at all costs" Aris ordered softly, glancing to the younger female to see her nod instantly.

"Why do I feel you know something I do not?" Azile questioned rhetorically, her brows furrowed as she concentrated on the blond that was readying himself to strike the balls, each time Ciel spoke, the blond scowled, as though what Ciel said was distasteful. 

'The kid may be annoying, but you will not harm him' Azile threatened mentally, unsure if she was right or wrong on her assumption. 

The blond caught Azile's cold stare and smirked before throwing a wink. 

With, now, a firm glare, Azile turned away. 

'I'm soooo going to make him suffer' 

... 

"Azile, why is it that you insist on being by my side today?" Ciel questioned, raising an uninterested brow as he continued with his paper work, not even bothering to look at the older teen. 

"My Lord, please forgive me, but I am under orders to stay beside you, I will not move until those orders are removed" Azile explained defiantly, keeping her head up and alert. 

"From whom?" 

"Aris, my Lord, we feel as though something is going to occur today, I will do what I must to prevent anything from harming you" Azile answered, surprising the young lord but not enough for him to express it physically. The blue haired boy simply gave her an understanding look before going back to his work.

He opened his mouth to state his comprehension, but came to a violent halt when Azile tackled him harshly out of his seat.

"My Lord!"

Her voice ran throughout the large room as she cushioned his fall with her shoulder.

Instantly after she did that, the sound of glass shattering resonated and two figures came through the window, knocking into the chair where Ciel once sat. Azile instinctively pulled the boy behind her as she settled into a pouncing position, a snarl rested on her face as the two men rolled over the desk and scattered papers she would later have to organize.

"My Lord, stay behind me!" She called, summoning her silver chain that appeared around her hand.

"Just hand over the kid and we won't have to harm that pretty face of yours, bella" a thick Italian accented voice bargained as both men gain a sense of balance and zoned in on their target.

"Like hell, you assholes betta' scram or Ima show you how a New Yorker whips ass" Azile's equally thick northern accent sounded angrily, she thanked Aris in her subconscious for braiding back her long hair earlier.

"Such a mouth on such a beauty-"

Azile reacted before the cheap thug could say anymore, as quick as lightening, as swift as a coursing river; Azile struck. With a quick sprint and a readily cocked back arm, she swung a solid fist into the jaw of the attacker upward; delivering an undercut with such force that it lifted her up slightly. Using the lift to her advantage she spun her foot into the second thugs abdomen with precision, knocking him onto his back and causing him to skid to a halt.