Black Butler : A Deadly Game

His Classless Reaper, Mannerly

Ryan, Sebastian and Ciel reached the house that they would be staying in. It was owned by a dead count, and he left it to know one in his Will. Currently, it was owned by the Palace, and by extention, Ciel. The Queen, Victoria, is dead. The throne is up for grabs, and every person that could claim a slight relationship to her wanted it. Her royal advisor was doing the work form the throne right now. Whether the Queen was dead or not, Ciel was still the guard dog of the throne. He was ordered to go to a ball, held by a Duke. The ball was tonight which meant that they had to spend the rest of the day getting ready. Ciel was slightly worried that Ryan, having been a poor girl before her life as a reaper, would have no etiquette. They would be having lunch at the house. This was Ryan's test. Sebastian whipped up an amazing lunch all by himself. When he said he'd be done before you could say 'What's for lunch' he sure wasn't lying. Ryan and Ciel were served. Ciel held his breath, ready for whatever gruesome classless display he was about to whitness. He kept his eyes on her at all time, and flinched everytime she would use the wrong fork, put her elbows on the table or reach for something all across the table. She was perfectly neat and clean while doing this, but to nobility, it was painful to watch.

"Stop!", Ciel finally ordered. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Something wrong Lord Phantomhive?" she asked after she swallowed her food.

"Yes. You have no manners what so ever. If you are going to go to the ball with us tonight, you must learn some!" Ciel blurted out. For once, he had lost his cool. Suddenly her nostrils flared and her eyes glowed, which shouldn't have been possible, but Ciel swore they did.

"You expect me to learn manners!?" She screeched.

"Of course." Ciel said, once again cam. Ryan slammed her hands on the table and stood up. Her chair slide back and made a screech.

"I refuse!" She yelled, and left. She went to her room, and put on the leather pants she wanted to wear this morning, a black tank top and a trench coat. She wasn't staying here any longer. She wasn't going to become one of them. She ran as far as she could away from the house. She had the trained stamina of a reaper, and could run for hours, but she wanted to atleast see some of where they were. She stopped in an alley way and stood. London sure wasn't as pretty as everyone made it out to be. It was grey and the people looked sullen and depressed. Maybe only the aristocrats were happy. Somehow Ryan wasn't surprised.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?" asked a shady looking man sauntering her way. Ryan gave him no answer, she simply rolled her eyes and turned her head.

"Oh you want to ignore me now", the man said, suddenly annoyed. He grabbed her arms and slammed her against the cement ball behind her. She didn't have time for this either. Something changed in her. Her teeth pointed, and she gave a wide grin. Her pupils disapeared, her eyes were blank. Her forked tongue licked her lips.

"Don't touch me" she ordered. The man widened his eyes and stood at attention.

"You have a gun?" she asked. He nodded.

"Why don't you shoot...yourself", She suggested, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat. The man pulled out his gun, and raised it to his head. In a blur of black and gray, the man was on the ground and his gun skidding down the alleyway. Seconds after the blur was behind Ryan, his right arm keeping her arms tight to her body and the other holding her neck.

"What are you doing?" asked a cool voice with a british lilt.

"Sebastian. I am doing what I want!" Ryan screamed.

"This. Killing this man, for no reason. Is what you want!" He questioned. It was interesting to have a demon tell her that something like this was evil. With everthing so twisted, evil became good.