Ciel | 01

[phantomhivemind]

Who: Ciel Phantomhive, others welcome
Where: Espoir
Style: Third
Status: Open

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[chainsawofdeath]

Grell saw the boy standing there, calling for his beautiful butler. What was once a wonderful dream had just turned into a nightmare. Ciel Phantomhive was here... that brat, that terrible little brat was here. He hated the fact that he was alive, that his Madam wouldn't kill the boy. At least he found out how weak the woman was before he became too captivated.

He walked over to the boy, a creepy (yet typical) grin on his face. He didn't feel the need to hide his true beauty in Somarium. There was no use~! No high society of London to judge him, no murders to cover up... Plus, people here appreciated his gorgeous hair, flawless skin, and million dollar smile ♥

"Ahh~!! If it isn't the little brat, himself~!" he laughed. "Come to get your well trained dog back, have you~? I've been so used to having him all to myself for weeks now!! I don't know if I want to share!!"

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That voice... It wasn't. It wasn't.

Ciel turned. It was.

"Grell Sutcliff," he said tightly. In the flesh, so to speak, if death gods actually had flesh. It wasn't fear that made him tense as he faced the man, not precisely--he was dangerous, certainly, insanely so, but Ciel had insurance against creatures like him. There was anger, a slow simmer of it for Madam Red, and annoyance that Grell was still walking when Sebastian ought to have finished him off, but that wasn't all.

Distaste. That was what it was.

He cut straight through Grell's flamboyant posturing to what interested him. "You've had him to yourself for weeks? What are you talking about?"

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"Oh~! It's been wonderful! I love seeing his beautiful face everyday... If only I could get him to don a red coat instead of that hideous black suit he insists on wearing!!" he said, bending closer to the Phantomhive child.

He never did like the way this child acted. Too stiff. So uptight. As boring as they come, really~! To not greet the fabulous Grell Sutcliff properly was a sin! How could he do such a thing?!

"Welcome to Somarium, child~"

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Ciel stood his ground when Grell leaned in, refusing to give way to the gaudy death god. Grell Sutcliff was like a man-child given dangerous toys and told he could run amok with them, one result of which was the murder of his aunt. No earl of Phantomhive would show him any kind of concession.

"The last we saw of you, you were being dragged away by the hair back to wherever it is you death gods come from," he pointed out coolly. He wouldn't even display anger. "Now you claim you've seen Sebastian every day. That's impossible."

Ciel's eyes narrowed. "What is Somarium?"

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Grell took in a breath at the mention of that incident. He didn't want to be reminded of such heinous acts! That day his face was hurt so terribly... It pained him to even think about it. He gripped his chest in a dramatic attempt to still his emotional heart! The little brat certainly knew how to get to Grell, talking about events that were never to be spoken of again.

"This~!!" he waved his arm around, motioning to their surroundings. "This is Somarium! I woke up here, still--"

He swallowed, attempting to regain his composure. (It was still a very hard topic for Grell to talk about.) "Still bloody from that terrible lovers' quarrel I had with Sebby~ I really don't know what this place is or where it is, but I have seen some of the most beautiful men and women here!"

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Ciel looked around as Grell gestured, at the primitive village surrounding them. "This village is called Somarium?" And Grell had woken up here too? Did that mean that he too had had no idea how he'd gotten here?

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Grell's characterization of the scuffle with Sebastian as a 'lover's quarrel.' At least some of his questions were finally being answered. The death god was useful for something after all. "And you too came here against your will, I take it?"

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"Isn't that what I said, boy~?!"

The nerve!! Didn't that boy have any manners at all? He knew that he should listen to his superiors and, in Grell's mind, he was far above Ciel Phantomhive in every way possible. If only the boy had come here before Sebastian... then Grell would've had his chance to do away with him like he should have in the first place.

He let out an exasperated sigh, "I don't know what brought me here! One day, I woke up here, Death Scythe in hand~!!"

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Ciel rubbed a hand across his forehead, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. What sick God had decided to throw him in a village he'd never seen before with Grell Sutcliffe and his motorized sword?

"In that case, I've no time to speak with you," Ciel said dismissively, turning away. "I'm finding Sebastian and returning to London as fast as a carriage can take me." He decided not to add that he fully intended to make Sebastian to carry out the last order he'd given, and do away with what remained of Jack the Ripper.

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He laid his hand on the little brat's shoulder, stopping him from moving too far. He had one more thing to tell the child~ He leaned close to him, probably way overstepping his boundaries.

"Don't run off so fast, Phantomhive!!!" he laughed. "I hate to break the news to you but, despite the fact that Sebby is one hell of a butler... even he can't get you back to London!! You're stuck here! Just like me, Sebby, and everybody else~!"

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This time Ciel couldn't help a small half-step backwards as Grell leaned in, despite his resolve not to appear to concede in any way to the death god. He really did not like his personal space being invaded like that. He planted his feet to keep from moving back again and knocked Grell's hand off his shoulder with a snapped, "Do not touch me."

His eyes narrowed at the death god's unpleasant news. It was possible that Grell was lying, but he must have known that Ciel needed only to find Sebastian to confirm or disprove what he'd said. In the two years Sebastian had remained at his side, Ciel hadn't once known the demon to be trapped or overpowered by anything. "We'll see," he answered coolly.

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"Such an attitude!!" he shrieked, flipping his long red hair over his shoulder. "I don't know what makes you think you'll get out of this place some how, but I'd love to see you try~!! It's not as if I want you here, anyway!!"

Now Grell really had to compete for Sebastian's attention... and he didn't particularly like this. It was hard enough as it was to get his lover to pay attention to him, but with that boy here, it would be near impossible. He didn't understand what Sebastian saw in him. The child, unlike his aunt, wasn't captivating at all.

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His head was beginning to ache. "Be quiet," Ciel said in the same snappish tone, tired of Grell's shrieking and melodramatics. A death god ought to know how to conduct himself with dignity, even a foppish, insane and violent one like this. "I assure you, we'll be permanently parted before long."

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"And I assure you that you won't, but you just refuse to listen!!" he snapped back. Looking down his nose at the boy, he scoffed slightly. Ciel Phantomhive complained far too much for Grell's liking. "I don't see what that aunt of yours saw in you that she wouldn't kill you when she had the chance!"

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Ciel scoffed right back, dismissively. Grell was a fool if he thought he'd allow him to live. He would be dead now if not for the interference of the other death god; this time, Sebastian would carry out his order.

"You're not fit to speak of her." Now his anger is rising; he can't help it. "Keep her opinions about my aunt to yourself."

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"Not fit to speak of her?! She was the one that was not fit, you little brat~!! She was the one who couldn't do her job and she was the one not fit to wear the color red!!" Grell said angrily.

Like Ciel, his anger was rising. He couldn't believe the lies pouring out of Ciel's mouth... not fit to speak of her! How DARE he?!

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For a moment Ciel's fist clenched, and he dearly longed to strike the death god--but doing so now, with Sebastian absent, would hardly be prudent. He forced his hand to relax and let a mocking smile touch his lips, though his shoulders were yet rigid.

"And what are you?" he inquired, taking refuge in disdain. "A low-rate reaper, good for only being thrashed and thrown away. An ugly one, for that matter," he added as an afterthought.