Black Crow and the Blue Butterfly (SebaCiel BlackButler)

His Butler, An Act

I hadn't been updating for a long time again D: waah I'm so sorry!! Here's a new chapter :3

When Alois Trancy had arrived at the Phantomhive Manor, he wore a sneer on his face, watching Ciel clambering down the stairs awkwardly in the dress, his fingers grasping the skirt, trying to get some sort of coherent movement. He was used to walking in heels, but these sort of heels were a torture. They were for women. He felt sorry for women. He was wearing exactly the same dress he wore for the Viscount party, simply because his manor held no noble-woman dresses. With a sigh, he had made it down the stairs, and Sebastian was by his side. Alois watched them intently, especially Sebastian; he was wearing a noble suit, all black, and his hair was combed back in neat strands. It took a while for Alois to recognize him. "You have a sexy demon Ciel... though you're quite sexy yourself," he strutted over to the other boy and caressed his neck, bringing his face up to his, "you know, I think I may even be in love," a smile grew onto his face as Ciel recoiled away from him. Sebastian had picked up Ciel's cloak. Alois skipped towards the door. "The carriage is ready, now hurry the hell up."

On the way to the party, Alois was drowned somewhere beneath Ciel's dress. He didn't give much thought to the carriage. He had chosen a smaller one, with one sided seats and a width for two people. The three of them were crammed inside, although Sebastian didn't much care, Alois was struggling against Ciel's dress trying to untie himself. Ciel was sitting, crossed-arms, and staring forward through the tiny window of the carriage at the back of Claude's head. Claude was driving the carriage; he was the butler of the "Michaelis family" though Ciel wasn't particularly happy about it. Once they had arrived, Claude had opened the carriage door and Ciel stepped outside. The manor which held the party was massive. It was full of lights and colours which blurred though Ciel's watery eyes. It was night time and he was exhausted. There were a few people about the garden, walking fancy with champagne glasses between their elegant fingers. Sebastian linked Ciel's arm through his and walked him towards the grand gates, Alois strutting confidently behind them. He was wearing a white suit and white trousers, and a big, white bow around his neck. The servants of the manor welcomed them inside. Alois flashed the invitation before the servant with a cheeky grin, and ran inside. Ciel glanced at Sebastian, who nudged him gently, looking back down at the boy. Ciel looked back ahead, and shouted. “Hey, come back here! Did I say you can run off from your mother like that!” he half ran half wobbled after Alois, frowning. Sebastian smiled a little and took long, steady strides after them. Inside was even grander and more adorned than on the inside. Everything was gold and silver and the elegance of the place shone through the glow of the ginormous chandeliers. It was easily way bigger than the Phantomhive mansion, even Ciel was impressed. Alois was running across the isles of the buffet, stuffing random food in his mouth. Ciel smirked a little and looked back to find Sebastian. He couldn’t see him anywhere. When he turned back around, he saw one thing that he had dreaded most about the party. The Viscount was barely a few meters away from him. He was too late to move, the albino king of elegance had spotted him. “OH! THAT IS MY SWEET LITTLE ROBIN!” he put a hand to his forehead, closing his eyes dramatically. Ciel looked around and backed off into the crowd. The Viscount had approached him in a waltz, throwing his arms about. “I thought I would never see you again, my sweet little robin! Oh, I had so many dreams about you! The pink flowers in my beautiful gardens had reminded me of you!”
   Ciel was moving back away from him, bumping into a few people. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the second thing he had dreaded most to see. Elizabeth was shaking hands with a few women on the right of him joyfully. He gritted his teeth, wondering where Sebastian was. The Viscount looked like he was about to kiss him.
   Alois was at the bar, and he had noticed Elizabeth. He slit his eyes and approached her carefully, and poked her arm. “Why hello!”
   Elizabeth turned around with a jolt “w- wow… It’s Alois Trancy, isn’t it? You came to the party too?”
   Alois put his arm out to her. “Would you care to dance, my lady?” he smirked a little, his scheming eyes darting back to Ciel, who was now pressed against the Viscount unwillingly. “Hey, let me go, you bastard!” Sebastian had appeared behind the Viscount, his hand calmly touching his shoulder. “please remove your filthy hands from my wife,” he whispered with a slight smile. Viscount’s eyes widened and he stuttered, “w- well you see, I just bumped into her accidently, I apologize…” he put his palms up and quickly disappeared in the crowd. Ciel, shoulders slumped forward ungracefully, sighed and looked down. “What took you so long… I was about to get raped here.”
   “my apologies, young m- I mean… darling…”
   Ciel rolled his eyes and turned, about to leave, when a voice had stopped him. “Oh, and you must be the Michaelis family!”
   He snapped around mid-step and looked at the man who the voice belonged to. “I am the host of this party, welcome to the mansion. Do you mind if I steal your wife for a quick dance?” The man smiled promotionally. Sebastian sneered a little, “of course not.”
   “Splendid,” he had taken Ciel’s hand and lead him to the middle of the ballroom. The crowd had died down; a few couples in the middle were dancing whilst others were at the buffet. The man had lead Ciel a little roughly, unaware, and talked. “What is your name, beautiful lady?”
   Alois glanced sideways at him whilst dancing with Elizabeth. “One moment, my lady. There’s something I must do.” Alois smirked a little and headed through the crowd, unnoticed, towards the stairs. The man’s hand was slipping lower across Ciel’s back. Ciel cringed over his shoulder, hoping this would end soon. Sebastian watched from aside, not particularly happy either. The man was holding him roughly against himself, his sickening perfume overwhelming him. His hands felt inappropriate against Ciel’s body, he felt like he was about to be sick.
   Alois was already upstairs. The manor was massive; he had no idea where to start. He walked through the dark halls, searching for the study, when he heard footsteps behind him and a hand on his shoulder.