A Box Of Kittens

Chapter 30

Happy New Year! (Why did that sound like Katsuyuki Konishi from the 2011 Hetalia Seiyuu event?!) So anyway, this is a bit late, I know, I've been busy, as always. Also, listening to For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert makes me feel extremely happy, and I just so happen to be listening to that right now. And I hope the Victoria sponge I made a little while ago tastes good...

Ciel: Yay...

Me: That was anticlimactic...

Ciel: Yes, well... whatever. By the way, have you actually seen how many people are reading this rubbish?

Me: What do you mean? It can't be that mu— HOLY TAPDANCING CHRIST, THE HELL?!

Prussia: Now zhat is awesome!

(Ps, I'm not gonna turn anymore characters into cats mainly because I want this story to start heading in the direction of it being finished. Sorry not sorry （＾ω＾）)

It had been a while since Agni and Soma had joined (your name) and the others, and tsince hen, a lot had happened. Joining Undertaker, Sebastian and Claude had both turned into their regular forms, and (your name) had taught the others in her little club more dances. This includes River Dancing, different types of Waltzes, the Schuhplattler, as well as other famous folk dances. (your name) was nearing the end of her time at University, and would soon graduate at the end of the year.

In the Phantomhive manor, the others were studying Angelology and other things in that area, trying to find out exactly who- or rather, who- took Ciel, Sebastian and the others. Elizabeth had, once again, joined them in investigating, delighted by the new lead they had discovered. Sieglinde was pouring over countless books, articles, and personal accounts on angels, with Wolfram and the others searching for others beings that could be confused for angels.

"'Are you sure this angel couldn't be a faerie?' asked Emily," Snake asked, looking up from his book on old Pagan myths and legends.

"It has to be an angel, these feathers are too big to be a faerie," Sieglinde responded, not daring to turn away from her book.

"Aren't faeries those cute little people with wings and can use magic?" Elizabeth asked, emerald-stained eyes glittering in child-like interest.

"I don't know about wings, but yes, they are small and have magical abilities, but there are different types. There are around a thousand- if not, more!- varieties of faeries around the world, but I suppose we only really need to look at the ones native to South, South-East and central England," Sieglinde marked the page on her book and set it aside, picking up an even larger one next to her. She opened the book and flipped to the needed pages with more details on angels. She continued to talk as she read. "Faeries meddle with the lives of human, for both good and bad, as well as for their own purposes. Angles are messengers from God, yet this one shows signs of being a Fallen Angel, a rogue angel going against God and His wishes."

Elizabeth hardly listened, however, as she was imagining little winged men and women dressed in clothes made from leaves, flowers and nut shells, playing equally as small flutes and fiddles, having a ballroom dance in the air. "They sound absolutely adorable!"

Sieglinde glanced exasperatedly to the 'older' girl before her- though she acted more like a child than her actual age of 15. Lau, who was lounging around on the sofa with Ran-Mao in his lap, took in a deep puff of his pipe and breathed out, a purple-ish smoke blowing around the room. Funny coughed, then sneezed, as the strong, putrid scent wafted over him. "Can you please stop smokin' in the Parlor, Mr. Lau?" Bard asked, smacking Finny gently, but firmly, on his back as he choked on the purple smoke. "I don't think Master Ciel would be too happy about you smokin' in the house while 'e's not 'ere."

"Well, of course, who inconsiderate of me," Lau smiled, stowing  his pipe away into an inside pocket, arms around Ran-Mao's hips.

Just then, Elizabeth's older brother, Edward, stormed in, looking out of breath. "There you are, Lizzy, you can't keep running here without anyone's knowledge!"

"Oh, hello Master Edward, we didn't expect to be graced with your presence," Tanaka said from his spot on his pillow in the corner of the room.

"Yeah, well, Mother asked me to look for Elizabeth in case something happened to her like Ciel."

"Oh, Edward, I didn't mean to worry Mother, I only came to help with Ciel's disappearance!" Elizabeth said earnestly, showing Edward her book on angels. Edward read the cover and looked, confused, to the others.

"Angels?"

Sieglinde stood up and approached Edward, causing him to draw back slightly in slight fear of her mechanical legs, and showed him the two long, white feathers in her hand. "We found these feathers near places that has something to do with Ciel and/or the others that went missing. We looked over every recorded bird native to Britain, and even ones from North  America and Europe, and none of them matched any of the recorded birds, and there's a lot of them to go through. The servants found a book that labelled these as angel feathers. What said angel is doing here, we have no idea, but believe it's not friendly. It is shown to have some sort of malicious intent, for it to go against the word of God and to kidnap, and possibly kill, the others- although we hope that the latter is not the case," Sieglinde walked back to her seat at the table and sat down, opting another book, revealing the book the servants had originally found. "These photographs and drawings perfectly depict angel wings and each individual feather."

"But, surely, angels can't be real?" Edward asked, his brow dripping with small beads of sweat.

"That's what we thought, but at this point, it's all we've got, and investigating it just in case."

"Master Ciel is always doing business in the Criminal Underworld, so maybe he had come across  evidence of angels in the past," Finny suggested.

"Yes, that is a possibility. I'm not entirely sure what Her Majesty makes him do exactly. And while I don't accept him as my future brother-in-law, I'm still concerned for his safety," Edward thought aloud. Everyone else was deep in thought, too.

Just then, something flew in from the window at a high speed, sending glass shards everywhere , a loud crashing ringing in everyone's ears.

I know, I'm a complete a-hole for ending it here, but I don't care! 😅 As I was editing this, my phone started playing SexyBack by Justin Timberlake when Edward came in, and I couldn't help but think when Sebastian was teaching Edward how to be a 'bad boy'. 

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