My Dirty Little Secret

Secret Ninety-Nine: The Earl

The day had finally come, Ciel and Sebastian were graduating Black Hearts Academy! They would leave this place, for good, likely never to go back. It was such a strange feeling. They had only met, a school-year ago, and yet, it felt like so much more time had passed. Why was that? Every day of every week, every week of every month, it all felt like so long ago. Had they really been together...barely a year?

What kind of messed dimension were they living in?

How could all of the experiences they have lived through, feel like so much more?

Ciel didn't understand it; Sebastian certainly didn't. This school, held so many memories, not only of this year, but of the years before. The years in which the two didn't even know of each other's existence. The years in which Ciel had spent worrying about his father. The years when Madame Red tried to get him more active with children his own age. 

Memories.

All of those memories.

And they, would all soon, just be, another chapter of their lives.

What would the future hold? What more adventures would they go on? Would their lives be more or less interesting? What exactly, did they want to be?

Ciel had no intentions of going to college or getting a degree. Before, it was because he didn't have the money, now, it was simply because he was tired of school. School drains you, it takes you away from the things that you love the most. Ciel didn't want that anymore. He had already decided what he wished to do, what he wanted to be, but no one seemed to believe him. Now, they would have to, for he had already arranged the whole thing.

In case, you, my dear reader, have not guessed yet, Ciel wanted to be a stripper. He had taken the necessary steps in order to do so. Of course, this was all incognito. Since, Vincent and Sebastian both decided perhaps he wasn't sexy enough, so Ciel had made it his mission to prove them wrong.

So, ever since that day, he had been training in secret. He went to the only person he could, Izaya. Yes, that's right. The very male that trained The Butler, trained him. You know what this means, don't you? 

If you've guessed properly, I'm quite proud of you.

If you didn't, that's fine too.

What? Did you expect me to tell you? So soon in this chapter? My dear reader, how could you expect such a thing like that? You should know me, after 99 chapters, that I am not so simple. I do not just give you the plot, silly reader. Although, one could say, that I have, in fact, given you the plot. Now that I think about it, were you paying attention? To all those subtle hints? All of that foreshadowing? I wonder, dear reader, will you go back? Will you re-read? Will you see...how I have told you the end, right from the beginning?

If you chose not to, that is fine.

If you chose to, that is also fine.

Because in the end, dear reader, a story is only a story. It is the one who reads it, that gives it the magic. The one who writes it decides the fate, but the one who reads, is equally as important, no?

Sebastian sat, in Svante, perfectly in costume. Now that he was free from school, he could be here without a care in the world. Naturally, this wasn't much different from before, but before, he needed to care if someone saw him, now, no, now he could be there with a clear conscience. It was a nice feeling, freedom always is.

But freedom comes with a price.

The lights in Svante dimmed, just like they usually did for The Butler. It was strange, sitting here, seeing a routine so similar to his own. Sebastian turned, wondering who stole it. All of the other strippers were here, sitting next to him, so who was that? Did Izaya hire a new one? No, that couldn't be right, could it? Izaya was very spontaneous...