[Closed] They Said That Hell's Not Hot

[earl_ciel]

WHO: Ciel Phantomhive (earl_ciel), Sebastian (blackestate), and Shira (cut_em_open)
WHAT: Butler is doing some cleaning.
WHERE: Somewhere seedy where twelve year-olds shouldn't be.
WHEN: Day 127, after Shira's post.

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[blackestate]

Sebastian, on the other hand, was the very picture of serenity. Though he kept his smile suppressed and stance cautious, nothing today had managed to upset him, a feat of Fate he found rather impressive. The lighting was dark and only faint hints of sounds-there, a woman laughing-there, a glass breaking-made themselves known in these alleys. All in all it was a rather fitting place for a killer. Uncouth and hopelessly abase the man was, Sebastian supposed even maggots could select their surroundings.

Master Ciel had insisted on coming, despite Sebastian’s advice not to do so. The boy had obviously been upset by Miss Pevensie’s loss-after all, he had not known the victim personally. For one with such a formidable determination towards apathy and logic, Ciel was but a petulant child-one used to getting his own way and deluded by some vision of control and power, even in this unpredictable city. Using Sebastian to deal out the justice he so wanted to see served-such romance. Such naivete. Such...kindness.

But Sebastian had not pressed the issue further, and now walked silently beside his master, senses alert. Those same senses guided them towards the killer-Shira, as he seemed to be called. Sebastian kept Ciel close and protected him, allowing not so much as a splotch of unwanted mud to impose itself upon his master. They were getting close, and Ciel beside him tensed. Sebastian stopped at the end of one dark alley and towards the beginning of another. Red light glowed dimly upon the damp, dark streets. Sebastian turned to his master, catching his gaze-then nodded.

They turned the corner.