Tainted | Kuroshitsuji ✔️

Chapter 36 : Danse Macabre

I have admit that I was distracted by...cat videos. I don't why but my current obsession is cats! I think I wrote too much Kuroshitsuji (Sebastian's influence?) to the point that I'm going crazy over cats. 

I actually login into Youtube just to watch cat videos. LOL! 

Okay, this chapter was pretty difficult to write as well and exceptionally long compared to the usual. 

Anyway, enjoy!

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Danse Macabre

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His flu came and gone rather quickly under the care of his red-haired servant, however, he still felt sick, disturbed by what happened a few days ago. Something that was foreign. A discovery which he simply could not bring himself to believe in.

It has already been two days since Elizabeth visited him, and yet, he still could not get her words out of his mind.

"Do you have any special feelings for her?"

It was hard to believe but he realized, much to his dismay, that there was a possibility lying somewhere deep inside himself.

And, this realization was grinding on his nerve. He was utterly disturbed by his own emotions and actions. No matter how much he tried to stay professional, his body just seemed to be driven by his emotions than his thoughts whenever he was around the servant girl. Those actions were, as though, instincts.

Being the last Phantomhive, he had a duty on his shoulders. It was morally wrong for someone like him to harbor feelings for a servant. Morally wrong for someone who was supposed to only live for revenge, to develop special feelings for someone like any other ordinary humans.

What was the matter with him?

With so much frustration, Ciel leaned fully into his chair and tipped his head back with a groan. He had been feeling so terribly restless and frustrated, and had been like this ever since he discovered that possibility. What he thought about all day was that disturbing possibility.

Get a hang of yourself, Ciel! He thought irritably as he pushed himself off the chair before maneuvering his way around his desk and to the door.

It has been already the fourth time he went out for a walk around his manor, but he still badly needed another.

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The Trancy Manor.

Under the watch of a pair of golden eyes and a pair of curious pale blue eyes, the black fountain pen elegantly danced its way across the paper, producing words after words which looked as elegant as it danced. The golden eyes belonging to Claude stared dully at the article. He was remained completely unfazed despite being poked continuously at the side by young Trancy who was leaning over the desk nosily, watching him write the invitation with child-like curiosity.

The butler did not even blink an eye at his master's childish antics.

Dear Lord Ciel Phantomhive,

On behalf of the Count Alois Trancy, I write to Lord Ciel Phantomhive to apologize for my master's discourtesy at the ball at the other day and request your most honored presence at the ball to be held here at the Trancy Mansion tomorrow afternoon at four o'clock. Count Alois Trancy hopes for Miss Estella Blancbaston, your servant, to attend this special event as well.

We all hope you will be able to join us.

Sincerely yours,