Boot Camp

21: Master & Slave

Today officially bites the dirt. After seeing Sebastian almost first thing in the morning, Ciel was silently praying to whatever force was out there to end his misery. End it quickly.

His little blue head peered up at the hot sun with squinted eyes and he started mouthing a prayer. 'Please, I know you're out there. Just end me. I'm right here waiting'. He spread opened his arms in a 'come and get me' motion. But it was no use.

Ciel was toast. Not even toast as in a food item, but toast as in burnt to smithereens just like his pride with having Sebastian watch him every minute of this day.

A elbow gently (not really at all) nudged him in the ribs making his lips pucker as he turned to face Alois because who else would it be? "What do you want? Can't you see I'm praying?"

Alois, with his hair pulled back in a small ponytail, laughed and wrapped an arm around his smaller friend. "Yes, I can but do you see this?" He gestured to the air right in front of him.

Ciel scowled a bit before answering. "There isn't anything there you asshole. What is there to see? My last hopes fading away as Sebastian continues to linger or my patience with everyone today?" He cast a glance over to where Sebastian was talking to Spears as they overlooked some kids running a lap.

The blonde smiled brightly with his eyes squinting lightly at the sheer force of his smile. "No, there is nothing there because that is all the fucks I give about your problems right now. I am currently in need of a running buddy and you're the only not doing anything." Alois grabbed Ciel's arm and started pulling as if he was a stubborn mule. The only thing missing was a load on Ciel's back and some reins.

Ciel dragged a hand over his face, collecting the sweat streams and wiped his hand on Alois's already sweaty t-shirt. Of course the idiot didn't even notice. The dark haired boy rolled his eyes as he continued being dragged.

Hell, the idiot probably thought he was patting his back or some dumb shit like it. 'As if'. If anything, Alois deserved some form of abuse as payback. But if he did, a fight would break out and Ciel would win another trip to Sebastian.

That was one trip he did not ever want to win.

Ciel spoke to the blonde's back in hopes of getting him to stop his pulling."You know why I don't even want to go in close contact with that stupid buffalo."

But still, the blonde didn't listen and soon they came to the dirt tract that had a few runners. And of course Alois had to have them in Sebastian's line of sight.
Ciel made himself not even spare the two men speaking one glance and instead looked at Alois who was stretching. "We literally have spent the morning running around n' shit so why bother?"

The stretching teen snorted before straightening up then stretching to the side with his arm above his head. "Because I was standing there waiting for you to stop praying to Jesus which made my muscles relax." After shrugging his shoulders and rolling them around to loosen them up further, he was then ready.

Ciel just shook his head and got into position before he looked over at Alois. Then a peculiar look washed over his face and boy, was it devious. It was sort of like a smirk with the small tilt of his lips, but not quite. It was much more devious with that shining twinkle in eyes that spoke of another matter.

"Hey Alois, wanna race again?"

The blonde frowned and looked at him like he was suggesting they run nude. "Um no thanks. I just finished passing out because we raced."

Ciel shrugged and with a mocking tone he sang, "Someone's a chicken~!" He proceeded to make clucking noises like that of a hen. "I'll finish before you whether or not we're racing and I'll make sure to let everyone know that you suck your thumb when you sleep." He chortled at the thought and the all the talk people would do. It was too good for him.