Black Maid

His Maid, On Ice: 2

Oh, Satan...

It's him... I knew I should've disposed of him when I had the chance.

You looked away from the Viscount and focused your gaze on Ciel as he pondered to himself.

"They're holding some contest? Why is he a judge?" He questioned while everyone except you stared at the angry group of people before you, the Viscount being one of them, though he was too busy admiring the white roses.

"Yes. Wasn't he just arrested for human trafficking? What a naughty man." Lau said from beside you.

You looked down when you noticed Sebastian had moved closer to you, to wear your sides were touching. Your eyebrow twitched and you were about to point it out, but froze when you felt an arm wrap around your waist and pull you, making you mold into a firm chest.

You looked to your right, seeing Undertaker with a smile on his face, his attention on Abberline when he responded.

"He was released a few days ago," Abberline said with a scowl.

Ciel frowned. "Must have paid well."

Abberline stepped forward until he was before the sharply dressed man. "Excuse me, but this statue is now under the charge of Scotland Yard."

Unfortunately, the man didn't seem very happy to cooperate. "Oh, no! I don't care if you are from Scotland Yard, sir! The frost fair is an event for our citizens. I will not let you disrupt it!"

"Just look at her beauty. Such an exquisitely noble lady. We could never allow her to be violated by anybody." Lord Druitt said as he hugged himself.

Your eyes narrowed at him. "You're certainly one to talk."

The viscount looked back, his eyes locking with yours as he smirked. "If you insist on possessing this lady, you should offer something of equal beauty."

"A well-spoken pronouncement from a true lover of art and beauty! As he says, if you want this statue, win the contest!" The man exclaimed.

"There's merit to your argument. The ring belongs to whoever is the winner of the contest. Nice and simple." Ciel agreed.

Abberline looked back at him. "Really, Ciel?"

Ciel looked up at him. "Don't worry, Inspector, I'll get the ring."

Abberline gritted his teeth. "But it's stolen property! Not to mention the fact that it's our key evidence in serial kidnappings of young girl—Ah!" He covered his mother with his eyes wide in realization of what he just revealed.

Ciel smiled. "I see, that's why the Yard is frantic to find it."

Abberline went back to frowning. "The legend is true; every person who has owned the ring has met a horrible end! It's a cursed stone, and you still try to win it?"

This only made Ciel's smile turn into a smirk. "Cursed, eh?" He looked down at his father's ring. "Then it sounds like the perfect ring for me."

Undertaker walked forward, which only made you be pulled forward with him as he now placed his arm lazily over your shoulders. "Come to think of it, isn't that family ring you wear set with a pretty blue stone as well, lord?"

Ciel looked up at him. "Yes."

Undertaker smiled. "Perhaps you should be careful. Diamonds are quite hard. Because they're hard, they're also... brittle. If you go too far, you may be shattered as well."

"I'm not concerned." He said before smiling as he raised his thumb to his face to gaze upon his ring. "My body, along with my family ring—" He kissed the diamond, then looked back at Undertaker. "—both have already been shattered and then reborn. I've been through too much to worry about that anymore."