"Good morning, Claude." I said sluggishly as I walked up to him for my daily task. He only looked at me with a slight smirk.
"It seems as though you heard me cutting down the tree last?" Claude asked, taunting me silently.
"Yeah, the chainsaw kept me up the whole night!" I replied grumply, rubbbing my eyes.
"Oh, my mistake." He said with his stupid grin.
Basterd.
"Well, today, I have some errands to run, so you'll be working with the triplets." He said before he started to walk off.
"Woah, wait, I have to work with THEM????? Why can't they do the errands!" I pleaded with him. Strangely, Claude was the only person I liked so far, and THAT tellls you what the others are like.
"Deal with it, good bye."
"WAIT!" I yelled at him, bt he had already left through the door before I could drag his butt back in here.
Damn.
I went to look for the purple clones. They couldn't be to hard to find, right? I mean, they gotta be somewhere!
A few hours later......
Where tha hell are these guys!!! And shouldn't Claude be back by now!!! I decided to call out there names....... what were they again......uh, two of them were with a t and the other....a c?
Was it......uh...um.....one of them was some kind of a plant or something.......
"Hey, Triplets!" I yelled out. What kind of clones need names anyway.
"Yes?" They all replied.
How long have they been there?
"So, what can I help with?"
"Follow us."
"Okay."
They lead me into the large garden. how they took care of it all I'll never know. They lead me towards the rose section.
"We are currently cutting roses." The middle one said.
"Cut them from the bush, and remove all the thorns." The left said.
"Then, put them in that basket over there." The right said.
"okay." I replied as they handed me the rose-scissors thingy or whatever they're called. I started to cut, and dethorn as did the triplets. They were all oddly quiet, until one said, "Cassandra, may I be honest?"
"of course." I replied timidly. What in the world was he gonna ask?
"You are very pretty." He replied.
Where was this leading to.....
"Yes, pretty like a rose." The other said.
"Yes, Miss. Cassandra, you are like a rose." The other other said. This doesn't seem right.....
"Thank you, that's very sweet." I replied with a smile and bowed my head.
"The master likes roses."
"I can see."
Where was this leading to......
"Miss, follow us, we wish to show you the master's favorite rose section." One of them said.
"Okay, then."
They weren't acting as usual. They usually stood up straight, and you could see their eyes, but now, they were slightly hunched over, and their bangs covered their eyes, giving a sinister shadow on their faces. They walked slower than usual, too. Taking slow, almost creepy steps.
I was starting to become suspicious.......
They led me to the area, and what I saw I did not expect. The whole rose section was......dead. The roses leaning over and wilting. Blackened petals lined the grounds. The crunching of dead petals sounded ominous.
I walked closer to the row and let my fingers linger over the sorrowful flowers.
"This is the master's favorite roses." Repeated one of them.
"But, they're all dead?" i asked, looking puzzled at the lifeless flowers.
"They used to be alive." Another triplet said.
"But, one day the master pricked his finger on one of them." The one who I finally remebered as Timber said as he got closer to me. That eery shadow still hiding his eyes.
"So, we killed the roses." Thompson added as he came on the other side of me, his posture stiff with anger.
"We kill whatever harms our master." Canterbury said as he got closer to me. The triplets cornered me against the wall of dead roses. Seeing no difference of the dead roses and I. They got closer and closer until we heard steps walk towards us. The petals crunched scornfully under the steps before they stopped a foot away from us. I looked at who was to be my savior when I recognized the tailored butler looking at us.
"Shoudln't you three be tending to the garden?" Claude asked them.
They looked towards him with their same expression. I swear no one knew how to have emotion around here.....
"Go, do your duties, I shall clean this up." Claude instructed them. They bowed their heads and did what they were told.
As soon as they had left hearing range, Claude walked closer to me.
"are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, what the heck was that about?" I asked.
"For some reason they think you're a threat to me, and thus a threat to my master." He answered looking in the direction as to which they had vanished,
"But I am a threat to you!" I said smacking him in the shoulder.
"Yes, but for a different reason."
"That reason would be?"
"They think we are going to run off together, and get.....married." He replied angrily shocked.
"What! You and I! Married! Ha!" I replied, roaring with laughter.
"Yes, the idea of anyne wanting to marry you is quite comical." He countered.
"Hey!" I said smacking the back of his head.
"What, I'm only being truthful."
"Ass!" I angrily sconed him.
"come along, we have to prepare dinner." He said as he walked off.
"How long does it take to prepare dinner for one person!" I asked walking behind him.
"Not for one tonight."
"Then how many?"
"Somehwere around 320."
"What!"
"Tonight, the master is throwing a party."
Throwing a party? Knowing of what Ciel had told me, the last time he had thrown one it was a plot to capture Ciel. Which I can conclude something is bound to happen tonight. This is not spontaneous. It's planned. Which most likely means Ciel and Sebastian are invited. If Sebastian comes.....it means he'll ask me how well my plan is going....... What would I tell him? I've exposed my true purpose here to the enemy? Let the enemy know I'm trying to kill him? And, what? That I've also slept with him? I'm doomed if Sebastian were to ask, not to metion if Claude were to interject anything else! Claude is aready trying to kill me, and sebastian might want to join him if he haers any of this.
So, I can do two things.
Tell the truth and give up the mission.
Or, the way I've done it in the past, and the chose that seems most reasonable at this moment:
Wing it.
