Boot Camp

Chapter 4

After Ciel stepped out the door, he leaned against it with a small exhale.

What does Michaelis want now? You would think a kick in his "manly" parts was enough to leave a message.

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After composing himself, he pushed off the wall with his shoulders and trudged through the dimly lighted hallways in the direction in which he thought the office was.

Minutes had passed and Ciel was certain he was lost. He stopped at one of the many portraits that covered the walls and glanced at it. It was the same man; raven hair,pale skin and red eyes. This man resembles Michaelis quite a bit, he mused.

After gazing at it and taking in the background of the picture which consisted of a bland brown wall and the richly furnished red chair with gold trimming, did Ciel finally move on. After a few more passes he gave up and stopped at a different picture. He cursed lowly, why can't they put a fucking map on the wall in case someone should get lost?

The lights flickered briefly overhead which made his eyes flicker towards it for a moment.And why are these halls so dimly lighted? You would think a seemingly rich boot camp would be wealthy enough to provide us with more lighting. Tch. Cheap bastards. I bet it was Michaelis doing. After all, Alois did inform me Michaelis did not approve of the lights being left on.

A loud chimed broke his thoughts; it was the clock outside the building signally it was breakfast time and he was missing it. His stomach rumbled at the thought of food that brought the promise of it being wonderfully made with an aroma that would make the devils hunger for something other than souls-or at least that is what he imagined. The thought left his stomach rumbling more.

He absently rubbed his stomach. If I could just hurry and get this meeting over this, I can go eat and cease my stomach's consistent growling.

Why couldn't Michaelis let this go? I'm starving over here! My stomach is about to commit suicide by digesting its own self. Sighing, Ciel walked on and took a different route. Of course he knew of his beauty and often flaunted it but for once he cursed other people stupidity and greediness. Why couldn't they hold back for once.

But then again who could resist the blue eyed temptation that is Ciel. Not many can and often they gave in to their desires. Not that Ciel indulges in all of them but it is fun to lead them on for a bit, much like a master would a dog.

He smirked. Lust is a deadly thing that leads to many people's downfall. Ciel relishes in the sight of seeing them cast off their throne as they are jeered and mocked at.

What a sadistic boy he is. A true devil.

After walking a few more feet, he finally smelled food. Though that was not what he was looking for, he did not care.

He hurried his footsteps-the thudding of his feet hitting the carpeted floor, echoing in the empty hall- as he saw an opening with bright light. He could literally see the light at the end of the hallway. How ironic? He mused. Just as everyone wants to see the light at the end of the tunnel that promises the end of a life but a new beginning (or so they say, Ciel did not believe in such) but he just wanted to end it rather than begin it. Here he was practically running -not having a care- in hopes of stopping his stomach's suicide. In a way it was an ending. Well for his hunger it was.

After a burst of speed from his delicate slim legs, he came into the light.

He looked around taking in the room, panting slightly and took in the delicious aroma of food.

It was colossal; bright light filled in every corner, not a shade in place. The ceiling was a dome shape, in its place was windows instead of the actual ceiling. Even on the wall were a few windows. The floor was white marble, that was polished till it shine, carrying the weight of many occupants.