Part 6

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I woke up, yawning. I was still on the plane, something that I really hated.Damn metal contraption I groaned to myself. It was then that I realised that I was kind of leaning my head and Claude's shoulder. My head shot up as I laughed awkwardly, "Sorry bout' that."

"There is nothing to apologise for." Claude smirked perversely, making me shiver (and not in the good way)."Ah, you are finally awake then, my lady. How was your rest?" Sebastian smiled.

"As fine as ever will be on a plane." I grumbled, making Sebastian chuckle. It was then that a commotion was heard. I looked across the plane, witnessing Grell having a go at the hostess."I saw the way you were looking at my bassy you harlot! He's mine!" Grell growled. The hostess sweat-dropped, still bearing a fake smile."If you would please calm down sir-"

"It is not "sir" but madam you wench!" Grell shouted, attempting to stand over Ronald as Grell was in the middle seat and him the outer."Please don't mind him. He's a little eccentric." Ronald winked, holding Grell back from attacking her. The hostess blushed. "What was Undertaker doing?" you may ask? Well, he was just sat there laughing at the whole situation. A man then came over, and stood beside the hostess."Please calm down, you're disturbing the other occupants-" He began, but was swiftly interrupted by a raging Grell,as he yelled,

"Don't tell me to calm down! I am a reaper,and I will gladly kill both of you!" The hostess and the other guy sweat-dropped. I sighed, standing up and passing Claude (rather awkwardly). I then approached the group. I stared Grell down, crossing my arms. Grell audibly gulped."If you don't shut up, I'll make sure that every item that is red I will burn in a hobo's bonfire. That goes for you hair too." I threatened, eyes narrowing.

"Yes ma'am." Grell squeaked, sitting back in her chair (A/N just gonna' use the pronoun Grell herself prefers). I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. The hostess and the guy smiled gratefully at me, and quickly returned to their duties. I turned to Grell again, and sighed,"You can't just have a go at anyone who looks at someone in a certain way.Please just behave." I requested, making my way back to my seat. I sat back down, sighing yet again. "My, how aggressive." Sebastian chuckled. I rolled my eyes, and got the small TV out that everyone had. I placed the accompanying headphone on my head, and began to watch Lion King."What is that?" Claude enquired, leaning to have a better view. Sebastian too did this, equally curious."This is a TV, and what I am watching is Lion King." They both seemed confused still, put added nothing further. I put headphones on them as they too began to watch the movie."This is oddly similar to hamlet." Sebastian commented. 

"I do not understand why these animals are talking. And singing." Claude said, quirking his brow. "You just don't get Disney movies." I waved my hand dismissively.

"Disney?" Sebastian asked.

"It's basically a company who own some movies. Just think of him as the Ciel Phantomhive of movies." He nodded in response, watching the movie. It was then the scene with Scar and Mufasa. 

"No! Don't trust him! Leave the little shit and run!" I ranted, getting into the movie. Sebastian gave me a WTF face as I stared at the screen, getting rather heated despite having watched it a million times. I sat at the edge of my seat, knowing all too well what will happen next. It was then that Scar said his infamous line, and threw Mufasa to the stampede."Noooo! Muuuffffaaaasssaaaa!" I yelled to the screen. Claude sighed, whilst Sebastian chuckled.

"Ever so dramatic, my lady." Sebastian smirked. I ignored him, and continued to watch the movie, enthralled. I sang along to the songs and shuffled to them. It was the end of the movie, and the credits began to roll down the screen"Well... That was interesting." Sebastian commented."I still do not understand why all of the animals were talking and why they did not just consume each other." Claude stated monotonously, adjusting his glasses.

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