Laughter is Born From Madness

Chapter 46

"Private soldiers...ye say?" Joker struggled to ask.

"Phantomhive is a shadow, a phantom that exists solely to obliterate the sorrows of her majesty, the queen. Step into its den, and you can never hope to return to the light." Ciel elaborated.

"They're anythin' but amateurs themselves. They won't be done in so easy, like-"

"Though you are free to believe as is your wont...pray, do not forget they are individuals selected by me." Sebastian smirked, his eyes flashing fuchsia for a second.

Joker coughed up a little bit of blood, shutting his eyes tight as he begged for every one of his childhood friends to be alive. Shaking, he looked up at the trio.

"We...what else could we 'ave done? Like Tom, the piper's son in the nursery rhyme, we could do but one thing...'only play one tune'...but if...if we'd been born in another country instead of this one...if I...if my body...'adn't been this way...it wouldn't 'ave come to this-!"

"Don't weep so disgracefully. Your tears will change nary a thing." Ciel spoke harshly. "The world is never kind to any of us...."

His mind thought differently when looking at the red head that stood near him, a sad look on her face.

"Smile..." Joker muttered out.

"I am Ciel Phantomhive. That is my only name."

Everyone looked over to the door that had just creaked open to reveal the doctor from the circus.

"Apologies for having kept you waiting on additional reserves!" he called out as he rolled in quickly, soon stopping. "Oh? You are Black, Smile, and Angel. Ah, now I see."

Standing up, the doctor grinned as he walked down towards everyone.

"So what Joker was saying was right on the money, hm? The legendary watchpup of the queen, all the more trouble than the yard 'cos money has no hold on him."

"Doc...yer legs...ye can walk..."

"My legs? Ah, yes, my legs are, in truth, just fine. Children like you are less suspicious of folk in such circumstances, so I just always sat. Ah! Baron Kelvin!?"

Red scowled as the man ran right past everyone to the old man that was bleeding out on the ground.

"Oh no! He's beyond my help now. How could you!? And after I'd finally met a patron who understood my ideals..."

"Your ideals?" Red asked.

"Yes. Since long ago, I have continually developed and experimented in the quest for the perfect artificial limb. And as a result of my research, I succeeded in creating the best material possible! Lighter and more durable than wood, and still possessing the inhuman beauty that is particular to ceramics...I came to create something that no one had ever made before. However, gathering the raw materials for it is a rather complicated venture, you see."