Black Maid

His Maid, Supremely Talented: 1

"Young master."

You all turned towards the window, where Sebastian's upside down figure was hanging from the roof. "He has made his move."

"Good." Ciel stood up and looked at him. "Let's follow him."

"Take me with you."

Your eyes moved to the door, where Soma stood. Ciel looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "You? Why?"

"I know that Ayani has been sneaking out after I fall asleep." He looked down at the ground. "I want to know what she has been up to." He looked back at Ciel. "That is my right."

Ciel narrowed his eyes as you leaned over to whisper with your face beside his. "Perhaps it would be best for him to follow as well. It would be wise, he is a prince of royalty, after all."

His eyes looked at you, then at Soma with a sigh.

. . .

Soma stared at the large estate you had all followed Ayani to with awe. "A nice place. Who lives here?"

You watched the front gates creak and swing open as Ayani walked inside. "This estate belongs to Harold West Jeb. He imports a wide range of goods from India."

You tuned Ciel out as you watched Ayani, unintentionally pressing closer into the brick wall corner...and closer to the person next to you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his grip on the wall tighten and it was then that you noticed what part of him you were pressing into. A small smirk curved at your lips as your eyes traveled up to look at his...and they had darkened over. You saw this because he was staring directly at you.

"My, it seems you two have a lot of arousing frustration to release."

You froze as you looked back at Lau, who was smiling, with a glare.

You moved away and focused back on the estate, only to see Ayani had already went inside. Your eyes moved to Soma. "People at one of his businesses have been found trust up and hung upside down. Mr. West happened to be away, however, fortunately for him, he managed to escape unharmed."

You all moved away and out of sight. Soma rubbed his chin while Lau smiled. "My, isn't he lucky."

Ciel looked up at you. "Shall we have a look, then?"

You smiled. "Certainly." You and Sebastian wrapped an arm around him, then bent your legs and jumped up into the air.

. . .

You peered around another corner inside the estate, and as Soma went to walk in, you held out your arm. The sound of footsteps thumped above you, until they faded away. You put down your arm and you all tiptoed across to the opposite wall, and cracked the door open to peer through the small sliver of a room.

A room Ayani was in, sitting stiffly on a couch, appearing to be frozen.

"Why don't you relax with a nice scotch?" A man, Harold West, came into view as he walked up behind the couch. "An excellent one from Justerini and brooks. They hold the royal warrant, you know." He offered the glass of scotch to her, but she didn't move.

He retracted his hand and walked around the couch. "Our plan is working so far. You've done well for me, Ayani." He stopped in front of her and smirked. "I think we've done all we need to, stringing anyone else up won't be necessary." He threw down a newspaper beside her, the headline showing the hanging bodies.

He leaned closer to her and grabbed her bandaged arm in his hand. "With this blessed hand of yours, the royal warrant may as well be in my pocket."

Ciel's brows furrowed. "A royal warrant? That's what this is?"