The Funtom Company

15: The |Worry| Company

"Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" Rachel tapped her foot as she scolded her son. "I've tried calling, texting, and practically everything else under the sun!"

Leic sighed. "The streets were crowded. I couldn't do anything about it. There was too much going on around me for me to know that my phone was vibrating. I'm sorry, mother," he apologized. He wasn't sure if it would work. Rachel was moody when it came to these things.

"Come here you," she wrapped her arms around the miniature version of Vincent and held him close. She was just nervous. The bomb had gone off and she had no idea where he was. He hadn't said a word about his plans today. Usually he wrote a letter or something before leaving their home but today he just left without so much as a wave. It was all she could do to keep herself together. Leic wasn't the one to act so out of place like this. She wondered if he had gotten kidnapped in the commotion.

"Let's go out to dinner. We should forget all about what happened in the news. The show must go on. I'll call up your fiance and we can go out to eat. How does that sound?" Rachel asked but Leic knew it wasn't a choice. He didn't want to take the time to have an argument with his mother about this again. A lot of shit had happened today. It was the least he could do to play along with her silly errand.

Rachel ran around their home dolling herself up. She was dressing 'extra gold digger' as Ciel liked to call it. Shit. Now what was he supposed to do? He didn't want to marry whomever she chose. He wanted to marry for love, (like his father had before Rachel turned out to be...well...Rachel). It didn't matter whom Rachel picked, Leic was sure the marriage wouldn't be happy or romantic.

As much as he hated this idea, he had to play nice this time. He was suffering for the good of the cause. Even if he did want to fuck it up. He spent the entirety of the car ride thinking of ways that he could make himself subtly less appealing. Well, people always told him they preferred him over Ciel (something he could never understand) so, should he just act like his younger twin? No, he should be himself. No one would marry a person like him anyway. Besides, this was arranged, the parents didn't care as long as 'money' was involved. Chances are the other party wasn't too thrilled either.

The two arrived at a fancy hotel. A familiar face exited the building to greet them. Elizabeth Midford. Someone please tell Leic that this is not the individual he is supposed to marry. Sure, they might be childhood friends (as well as cousins) but this was not happening. No way in hell.

"Leic! Good to see you!" Elizabeth smiled, providing a hug for the poor guy.

"Likewise," Leic responded, grabbing Elizabeth's hand to kiss. He was putting on his best behavior since doing otherwise would mean violence (of the verbal kind) from his mother. He wished he could just leave this miserable life, but sadly, he could not.

"Always the gentleman! Please, let me show you to the banquet hall. My father has prepared quite the meal for this union!" Leic sighed. Does that mean-? "Dear me, don't look so concerned! I've known for quite some time that you wouldn't marry me if your life depended on it." Elizabeth leaned in close to Leic's ear and whispered, "And, quite honestly, I feel the same. I have someone in my life already, you know?"

Leic gasped, "Don't tell me!"

Elizabeth giggled and nodded. Leic always had a sneaking suspicion she was crushing on her maid. Now he knew he was right! Ha! They'd have a thousand cute animal babies together. He could see it now...

The two walked arm-in-arm to the banquet hall. Inside it was one of those giant tables filled with food. Leic had to control himself from violating the sweets. He, like his brother, had an absolute obsession with sugary foods.

"You might want to ask them on a date first before you start mentally stripping them," a girl walked over to Elizabeth and Leic. She was blonde and dressed somewhat like a maid. Interesting. Leic smiled, halfheartedly, and nodded in agreement.

"Unfortunately, I can't help but admire true beauty," Leic admitted. And, yes, this small corner of sweets was indeed true beauty. Absolutely breathtaking. The stranger's light blue eyes sparkled at the comment. Could this be fate? Did they both enjoy sweets? Perhaps, this was the so-called fiancee?! Maybe he should introduce himself then.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, I am Leic Phantomhive," he said with a bow.

"Ah, just as I thought, you are the person I'm supposed to wed. Such a shame," the girl frowned, "I thought you'd be taller. I specifically told my father I wanted someone extremely handsome! Tch. That's what you get for having the parents arrange a marriage. Silly me."

"I can assure you I'm not pleased with this turn of events either. Although, I do admit you're quite attractive, however you simply aren't my type."

"Oh? And might I ask what is your type?"

"Individuals lacking a vagina," Leic replied. Elizabeth almost choked on air as he said it. She tried very hard to hold back her laughter. Leave it to Leic to put something so bluntly!

Smiling the girl grabbed her head and tore off her hair! A wig?! Why was Leic so surprised? He knew she seemed a bit weird for a lady...but the thought hadn't occurred to him that she might be a he.

The stranger then wrapped his arms around Leic, pulling him closer. He brought their faces within millimeters of each other and spoke, "Lucky for you I'm not a girl!~ The name's Alois Trancy. Please try to remember it. I do hope I've left a good impression on my future husband."

"You have a talent," Leic blushed lightly.

"And what talent is that?"

"A talent for seducing people in public while dressed as a maid."

"I take it you're more interested in me now?" Alois snickered.

"Quite interested, I admit," Leic's phone started vibrating in his pocket. He was tempted to answer it but he couldn't. It was taking all of his willpower to keep from being turned on at the moment. He must've gotten his strange fetishes from his father. Crossdressing? Really Leic? (Vincent would be proud.)

"Are you going to get that?" Alois smirked.

"It's in my right butt pocket. Could you please get it for me?" Leic's eyes glimmered. He didn't have to tell Alois twice. The blonde slowly moved his hand down Leic's back and slid it into his pocket. He then pressed the 'accept call' and held the phone by Leic's ear.

"Hello?" Leic quizzically stated.

"Leic! Where are you?! Something terrible has happened!"

"Ciel? You rarely call me. What has happened? Is father okay?"

"No! I don't know. He isn't answering my calls and you know he always answers my calls. I'm worried. Do you think he got caught up in the blast? I thought for sure it wasn't near him at all. The news isn't very reliable. Have you seen him? Do you know?" No. He didn't know. He was too busy being seduced by a dude dressed as a maid to have even given a thought to his father. Fuck.

"I don't know anything. Where are you?" he asked. It was time to figure this out.