"Hello my name is Grell." The strange man states fighting under the intensity of our groups stairs. 'This man is obviously faking being shy...' I thought as I sniffed the air to get the real truth about who or what he is. 'He's a Grimm reaper...'
Ciel p.o.v. (Betchya didn't see that one coming! Ha!... anyway back to the story)
My meeting with some of my 'business partners' was coming to a close... well more like I was not in the mood to be around them any longer. As I was walking out of the billiard room when Sebastian came from down the hallway. He stopped when he saw me and told me what he had made for tea time and asked if I would like to have it with my company or in my study by my self. I request the latter of the two. After settling the trivial matter with Sebastian I make my way to my study, in order to retire to the peaceful isolation that is where almost all of my time is spent.
When I finally reach my study, I go to sit down in the plush leather chair behind my large, hard would, paper filled desk when suddenly a sweet smelling cloth was placed on my nose and mouth. As I gasp in the sweet smell, I begin to see dark spots around the edges of my vision, the need to fight began to take over me. But as I tried to struggle away from my capture they swiftly brought my smaller, by comparison, hands behind my back and crept them there by tightly tying them together with a course rope. Thats all I remember before the blackness prickling at the edge of my vision consumed my thoughts until at that I could see was.... darkness...
Your p.o.v.
I was walking down the hallway attempting to avoid the annoying death obsessed "butler" when I feel the presence of someone behind me. I attempt to turn around when i suddenly feel arms rap around my waist. "Bonjour, mon beauté~"[1] as soon as he finished I instantly knew who it was. It was the french asshole named Francis Bonnefoy.
"I swear to god if you don't remove you hands right now, you will have one less testicle than you do right now." I say in the most meninges voice I can muster. He chuckles nervously and moves away from me slightly cupping is *cough cough* male region *cough*. I feel a slight blush start to rise on my face and i look away. He must have seen the uncomfortable look on my face because he slowly walk back over to me an cups my face with both of his hands, gently drawing circles with his thumbs on the apples of my cheeks.i stiffen at his soft but sensual actions. Not enjoying the closeness of his and my face I lean in a little closing my eyes, attempting to trick him into thinking that i liked what he was doing to me. Peaking through my eye-lashes I see him copy my actions and bring his body closer to me. i smirk slightly and bring my knee up to his *cough cough* ariola *cough cough*. I open my eyes completely and watch as he crumples to the floor cradling his poor poor "package" (note the sarcasm). I start chuckling but my chuckles soon turn into full blown laughter.
In the midst of my laughing fit I feel a sharp tug to my shoulder before I'm pulled into someones chest and a sweet smelling rag cover my mouth and nose. I try to hold my breath for as long as I can before I have no other choice but to let oxygen into my burning lungs with a sharp inhale. As the drug starts to take affect I see a man walk behind the Frenchman, on the floor who was still focusing all of his attention into the pain in his groin to notice what was going on around him, and hit him upside the head with the butt of his gun. That's when the darkness consumed the world around me as i slip into unconsciousness........
Sebastian's p.o.v.
After preparing the young master's tea and dessert I head of to his study.
Once I reach the, in my opinion, rather stuffy room I knock to alert him of my presence then continue to enter with the tray. "Young master, I have brought you your snack and tea." The sight that behold smells on the other side of the large dark would door cause my eyes to widen in shock. The young masters neatly stacked papers are all strewn across the floor and his chair thrown to the ground. "Oh dear." I say to myself as I look at the mess of a room. "The Tea and treats will go to waist." I sigh in slight frustration as I walk out of the room.
I walk throw the halls with the cake in my hands until i see a pink headed maid running in my direction. knowing that it was May-Rin i use my heightened sense of sight to see that her right shoe lace is untied. "Mr. Sebastian! Mr. Sebastian!" she yelled. when she was done yelling i saw a sniper positioned in a tree aiming his gun at me. With the new insight of the gun aimed at m I see that May-Rin id right in front of me and about to trip. I grab hold of her waist,throw the pastry up in the air and pull her down on top of me as a silent shot goes off and the window next to us shatters followed by a vase that sat where my head was a few seconds beforehand.
I look up at May-Rin and see a blush forming on her face and a slight nose bleed forming. "May-Rin, how many times do i have to remind you not to run in the manner?" I ask with an irritated sigh escaping my cold, pail lips.
"S-sorry Mr.S-Sebastian..." she stuttered out.
"Now why is it that you where running at me?" I ask as the cake I through in the air lands on the try in my hand. May-Rin holds a folded piece of paper out to me. i take it and unfold it to see a hastily scribbled ransom note for the young master.... and.... a young Nobel woman. I have no recollection of a young Nobel woman in the manner, how are the talking about? My thoughts where interrupted by loud shouting. I walk towards the source of the shouting to see Mr. Kirkland and Mr. Bonnefoy, was it? Mr. Kirkland had Mr. Bonnefoy pushed up the wall by the caller of hi shirt.
"What do you mean you don't know where (Y/n) is?!?!" He yelled in his face.
TO BE CONTINUED, MAYBE........
Translation(s): (used google translate, let me know if I got it wrong)
[1]Bonjour, mon beauté- hello my beauty
A/n: i'm sooooooo soooooo sorry that I havn't posted in a long long time but I was having a bit of writers block that and I just kinda forgot I had this story for a little while 😅...... anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter!!! Ill see all of you my lovely little wonderlings in the next chapter!!! With love,
Wonderlandathart
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