Grell stood by the window with his multicolored haired friend as they watched Ciel's inner turmoil. He had seen the boy distraught before, but this almost relinquished his pride.
Grell never understood the bond between siblings, simply because reapers killed their mothers in the womb- so he never had the chance for that experience.
"What are you doing here!?" Ciel's astounded voice resonated off the walls.
"Obviously enjoying your-self-pity-party. What else?" Grell snorted.
Ciel squeezed his temples as he made his way across his study. He gracefully sat down and glared at the two reapers, only one of them really had his attention. The flamboyant, obnoxious, red head.
"Who is this you imbecile?" Ciel asked casting his gaze to the unknown man in his study.
Grell looked at the man next too him with a dismissive glance, obviously going to give him a curt introduction.
"His name is Ronald, new recruit." Grell responded flatly.
Ciel sighed as he realised the two were not going to be leaving anytime soon. He decided ignoring them was his best option and opened up his desk drawer. He pulled out a pen and looked to the giant pile of papers that had stacked up throughout the last week.
Ciel grabbed a stack and started signing his name. He did this for about two and a half hours, slowly catching up on lost time, the time he had been without his adopted sister.
Ciel set the pen down and glanced up at the two reapers who had made themselves at home. He was about to ask why they were still here when a loud crash resounded from the great room. The three looked from one another before rushing downstairs.
Ciel rounded the corner quickly, pausing to pull out his pistol. He quietly creeped out, aiming his gun straight ahead. He reached the top of the grand staircase and nearly stopped breathing.
There before him stood pristine Alexander and tossed over his shoulder- a bloodied Sebastian. Ciels eyes widened and his feet were carrying him down the marble stairs before he knew he could still move.
"What the he-!?" Ciel tried to ask but was interrupted by Alexanders demands to see the cellar.
Ciel reluctantly agreed and showed him where the cellar was. He guided him through the servants quarters and to the kitchen. He opened a white wooden door and led Alexander down to the basement.
Alexander quickly set out to set up something. He called down Grell and Ronald to help him but had forbidden Ciel to be down in the cellar.
"This is to dangerous for a child, I don't need any unnecessary casualties." He had told him.
Ciel stomped up the cellar stairs and stormed through his mansion fuming with anger. The only reason he was putting up with any disrespect was because he needed Alexander, whether he said it aloud or not. It was the only way he could get the joy back into his life.
Ciel calmed himself down a bit before he slowly made his way into Idris's room. He cracked the mahogany door, peeking through before pushing the door open fully and walked over to her abandoned bed.
He climbed up, and bundled himself in her plush satin sheets, inhaling her fading scent. This always helped him when he was stressed, going into her room and finding comfort in her aging smell.
"Ciel." He heard Grell say.
Ciel ignored the flaming reaper and continued to reminiscence in his brooding thoughts. It wasn't until he heard something clatter to the floor did he turn around.
On the floor next to the bed was now a weird rectangular device. It had an indent near the bottom and top, but the decor on the device intrigued him. He picked the strange thing up and the screen lit up. Ciel stared at it in awe.
"Slide your finger across the screen." Grell offered.
Ciel looked at Grell confused, he didn't know what the screen was. Grell sighed and walked over to the boy staring hopelessly at the phone screen.
"Like this, brat." Grell reached over Ciel and slid the screen, unlocking it.
"What is this?" Ciel asked, fascinated.
"It's what the humans call in the future, a cell phone. It communicates with others so you can talk to them without being near them, or at the house." Grell informed him.
Ciel played on Idris's phone, looking at what mobile photographs in colour, and what apparently the future people called music.
"This is horrible, what is a "blackstrap" or "marijuana""? Ciel asked horrified.
"Ask your sister when she returns." Grell replied.
Ciel looked over at Grell, the flamboyant reaper that had killed his Aunt. Why on earth he was even speaking to him had Ciel completely bamboozled.
"Look kid," He heard Grell begin, "I don't have any siblings, or any kind of family that you did, so I can't say I understand what you're feeling; but, sitting around sulking is probably really unhealthy. Especially for your skin, wouldn't want to ruin that would you!?"
Ciel softly chuckled at Grells efforts to make him feel better, never in his life did Ciel think he would be comforted by the Crazy reaper. The fact they were getting along was crazy in itself.
"Yes I suppose you're right. Grell, thank you." Ciel said before getting off the bed and over to the door.
Grell just sat there, shocked before his obnoxious rage came into play.
"I actually had a question about Sebby you brat!" Grell yelled chasing after the young lord.
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Alexander had everything set up perfectly. All that was necessary for the reincarnation ceremony would soon come together and spark the eternal match. The match to bring his daughter back.
Sebastian groaned as his eyes fluttered open. His whole body felt like it was on fire, and he was excruciatingly sore. He hadn't felt like this in thousands of years, and now it was like he had drank ten bottles of vodka.
"Ye are gonna be in pain fer a while demon." He heard the Undertaker say.
"But, killing over a thousand people and consuming them can do that to a man." Alexander said monotonously.
Sebastian looked around at his surroundings, he was in the Phantomhive cellar- the crest embedded into each crate gave that away. Next to the three large apple crates stood Alexander and Undertaker. They both had mischievous smirks on their face, and what made it worse- they were alone, and Sebastian was weak.
"Are you aware I need those souls?" Alexander asked.
Sebastian's eyes widened when he said that, the only way to remove souls from a demon would be to bleed them, and have a reaper.... reap the blood.
"This will only take, hmmm lets see, about five hours." Alexander smirked darkly as Undertaker advanced. "Let's try not to scream."
I apologize for the wait but here is chapter four! Hope you enjoyed, you can tell me if you did by leaving a comment and a vote though!:) Have a good day my lovelies and see you again soon! I hope.... :) Byes!!
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