Ciel Phantomhive, The Lord.

I am the Earl Ciel Phantomhive, the head of the Funtom Compagny, and, as I said, the heir of this noble family. Enjoy yourselves in my mansion, you are my guest and the Phantomhive know what hospitality means. Now, if you don't mind, excuse me. I have a lot of things to take care of.
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Mr. Wright’s Case

winglessswansinmysoul:

master-ciel:

- What a great timing.

That made him smile a bit, imagining the few chances that the event of their reunion had to happen, that was almost comical. But well, Ciel wouldn’t believe such an encounter to be possible just some years ago. Supernatural was still a weird field, and would surely always be for the young earl.

- Yes, it is. 

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Glancing outside, Ciel stood up and went to his own bed and took off his coat. It was warmer than outside in the room, of course, but it was still cold. Just putting off a layer of clothes made him shiver - and reluctant to sleep in his usual night shirt. 

Alois arched one eyebrow to observe better that last movement. 

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Slowly pulling the lace on his neck with two fingers, undoing the bow, Alois turned to the window when the wind started to make noises as it came in. After changing his clothes, slowly and without embarrassments, teasing Ciel. Soon enough, both were heading to their respective beds. Alois was still getting comfortable and testing the bed when the wind blow inside again, blowing off the candles and leaving the whole room into darkness. Fear enveloped Alois as he yelled, he thought he wasn’t gonna be able to move in any sort but he did and he did it to run towards Ciel’s bed, nestling with the other boy, as shaking a lot. Anything but the darkness. Anything.

Oh, Ciel was totally able to feel the stare of the other while he was getting ready for the night, but he didn’t react. He had his share already, fighting would help in now way. Let him have what he wants -a peek and being annoying- and then he would let him alone as well. Patience was a necessity around Alois.

With much effort, Ciel was in his sleep clothes and he quickly put himself in bed. Too cold, and the wind outside was helping nothing. Fortunately there was a thick eiderdown on the bed, Ciel was able to feel warm again and he sighed of relief.

When the candles went off, he didn’t get scared, only a bit surprised by the sudden darkness but since they had decided to sleep it was for the best. However,…

- What are you doing Alois?

This kid and the concept of privacy. What was the big idea? He could feel the blonde shaking far too close from him.

- Wh… What’s happening?

Mr. Wright’s Case

winglessswansinmysoul:

master-ciel:

The unexpected touch startled him. On a reflex, he snapped Alois’ hand with his own and reach the back of his chair. Raising his eyes, he met Alois’ and shook his head slightly.

- No, I’m alright.

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He was an idiot.

- It’s nothing. Get back on the story. Did you believe those kids when they told all that? 

Alois eyes seemed to transmit sadness with the rejection but he knew it was simply typical when it was about Ciel. He didn’t like to be touched, yes, but why so much rejection? The way he was behaving a few moments ago was also intriguing but not in a good sense of way. That reaction and the way he seemed absent, totally in his own mind, told something was up but, it was not the time and place for that conversation. It had to wait.

"At first they seemed too ridiculous and unreal. Like, really bad taste for a scary story. Then… Claude listened to my call."

He smiled and hugged his legs, looking back at Ciel. 

"Maybe we should go to bed? Tomorrow awaits and I bet it’s getting late."

- What a great timing.

That made him smile a bit, imagining the few chances that the event of their reunion had to happen, that was almost comical. But well, Ciel wouldn’t believe such an encounter to be possible just some years ago. Supernatural was still a weird field, and would surely always be for the young earl.

- Yes, it is. 

Glancing outside, Ciel stood up and went to his own bed and took off his coat. It was warmer than outside in the room, of course, but it was still cold. Just putting off a layer of clothes made him shiver - and reluctant to sleep in his usual night shirt. 

Mr. Wright’s Case

winglessswansinmysoul:

master-ciel:

- They were right about the demons at least..

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Witches and blood of infants. That was not a scary story, that was simply gross. Without thinking, Ciel crossed his arms on his chest; his hand hazily pressing his sides.
Alois couldn’t know that, of course not. That was not a ghost story. That wasn’t going to give him nightmares or anything of this type. It was just a bunch of very displeasing memories Ciel was trying to avoid on a daily basis. He was skilled, he managed to let it out of his mind most of the time - but that right here made too much of an echo.

"Witches"… that was a way to call those sick perverts.

At first, Alois didn’t notice how his words affected the other but as soon as he put his eyes on him he couldn’t stop himself from touching the other’s cheek with the back of his hand. He couldn’t hide his concern. Of course Alois didn’t know about that particular memory and even if he did, who was he to tell anything about secrets, right?

"Is something wrong?"

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The unexpected touch startled him. On a reflex, he snapped Alois’ hand with his own and reach the back of his chair. Raising his eyes, he met Alois’ and shook his head slightly.

- No, I’m alright.

He was an idiot.

- It’s nothing. Get back on the story. Did you believe those kids when they told all that? 

Mr. Wright’s Case

winglessswansinmysoul:

master-ciel:

- I never was, and today I couldn’t since the whole manor burned three years ago. All the eventual proofs are gone.

Ciel shrugged, not thinking much about it himself. Looking at Alois back in front of him, he added.

- What about you? You said you heard some great stories from countryside brats.

"They used to tell stories about demons, mostly. They used to tell the forest was haunted and there were witches, too, living in the woods. The tales was about a house in London. It was a ruined place and at night the witches went there to make rituals. They said the blood of infants were the most powerful of all."

He told it all looking through the window, in a low voice, just for Ciel to hear. It was time like this that Alois loved to spent some time with Ciel, just the two of them.

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- They were right about the demons at least..

Witches and blood of infants. That was not a scary story, that was simply gross. Without thinking, Ciel crossed his arms on his chest; his hand hazily pressing his sides.
Alois couldn’t know that, of course not. That was not a ghost story. That wasn’t going to give him nightmares or anything of this type. It was just a bunch of very displeasing memories Ciel was trying to avoid on a daily basis. He was skilled, he managed to let it out of his mind most of the time - but that right here made too much of an echo.

"Witches"… that was a way to call those sick perverts.

Mr. Wright’s Case

winglessswansinmysoul:

master-ciel:

- I guess.

Ciel replied, not glancing back at Alois on the bed. That was a habit of him he noticed on the boat: each time they ended up having a conversation in their room, regardless of the hour, he liked to get comfortable to listen and talk. Ciel didn’t quite understand this behavior, but well. 

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- I remember of a good one. Apparently, in the basement of the eastern aisle of the manor, my great-great-grandfather used to locked down the disobedient peasants who refused to pay the high taxes he imposed. It’s told that he let them died down there. That wasn’t a place we were using anymore when I was a kid, so I have no idea what was left there. The bulter told me that he was able to hear complains and moanings, since his bedroom was in another basement as well, and always told me to not go there, by any means. 

"Oooh…"

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"And you have never got so curious to investigate about it? Even though, you know, it’s probably just a story"

Maybe it was just the spooky moment but Alois felt better lightening one more candelabrum, specially now that the night was officially there. He brought the candelabrum to the table between the chairs and looked out the window.

"You think they found something?"

- I never was, and today I couldn’t since the whole manor burned three years ago. All the eventual proofs are gone.

Ciel shrugged, not thinking much about it himself. Looking at Alois back in front of him, he added.

- What about you? You said you heard some great stories from countryside brats.

Mr. Wright’s Case

winglessswansinmysoul:

master-ciel:

- No, I don’t. Our butler used to tell me stories like those when I was a child, to scare me a little I imagine, but I’ve never thought anything about this. I preferred the stories of my books.

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- I did learn some old tales about the Phantomhive’s mansion later, but nothing scary.

Old manors all had stories, but since the blaze of the Phantomhive’s one, Ciel considered there was nothing left to be scared about. He had everything build back, it was all brand-new so ghosts were out of the question. 

- It’s mostly tricks of your mind you know.

"Oh, that sounds interesting. Would you tell me any of those?"

Listen to the Phantomhive own stories seemed great so Alois left up and sat on the bed nexto to the window and started to take off his boots, which took some time. He left his socks on, though, taking his purple overcoat too, getting more comfortable. The view of Ciel’s pretty face lightened by the candelabrum on the table between the chairs. 

"It’s not like I believe in them but… They are nice to hear to get some goosebumps before bed."

- I guess.

Ciel replied, not glancing back at Alois on the bed. That was a habit of him he noticed on the boat: each time they ended up having a conversation in their room, regardless of the hour, he liked to get comfortable to listen and talk. Ciel didn’t quite understand this behavior, but well. 

- I remember of a good one. Apparently, in the basement of the eastern aisle of the manor, my great-great-grandfather used to locked down the disobedient peasants who refused to pay the high taxes he imposed. It’s told that he let them died down there. That wasn’t a place we were using anymore when I was a kid, so I have no idea what was left there. The bulter told me that he was able to hear complains and moanings, since his bedroom was in another basement as well, and always told me to not go there, by any means. 

Mr. Wright’s Case

winglessswansinmysoul:

master-ciel:

- You believe in ghosts?

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Following him to sit down on the other chair, quite relieved to not have to get out again, Ciel kept his eyes on his companion. That was the first time the other brought this kind of subject.

"Well,"

Alois started, wondering for a moment.

"When the darkness envelopes me it’s a thought that came with many others. Maybe it was just the creepy stories some of the other… err… boys I’ve met… In the country side once. They used to tell the most absurd stories and sometimes, you know, they get stuck inside your mind. When they are really good, I mean. I haven listen to just a few in that aspect."

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"I mean, anything is possible."

It was nice to sit there by the window with Ciel as his companion. Alois was starting to wonder if he liked Ciel as much as he liked Claude. Maybe even more.

"Don’t you believe in them?"

- No, I don’t. Our butler used to tell me stories like those when I was a child, to scare me a little I imagine, but I’ve never thought anything about this. I preferred the stories of my books.

- I did learn some old tales about the Phantomhive’s mansion later, but nothing scary.

Old manors all had stories, but since the blaze of the Phantomhive’s one, Ciel considered there was nothing left to be scared about. He had everything build back, it was all brand-new so ghosts were out of the question. 

- It’s mostly tricks of your mind you know.

Mr. Wright’s Case

winglessswansinmysoul:

master-ciel:

- Exploring means the hotel reception for you?

An ironic smirk painted on his face, Ciel finally turned to Alois to look at him. Always all smile and fun, like everything was a big party. 

- We may have the night off, but not tomorrow. You had a bit of your “exploring” things on the boat, and for what I recall you didn’t show up until quite late the day after Alois.

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"Bollocks. You caught me here."

He giggled.

"I just like to enjoy the moment and sometimes… Specially when it’s with you, I just can’t find time enough."

Alois said out of the blue, completely coherent but his eyes provocative.

"I thought the best hotel in town would have at least a bar and a games room. Oh, well,"

He sat on a chair close to the window, showing the beauty of night.

"This might be good as well."

Alois spoke more to himself than to the other yet, afterwards, he turned his face to Ciel.

"How about ghost stories?"

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- You believe in ghosts?

Following him to sit down on the other chair, quite relieved to not have to get out again, Ciel kept his eyes on his companion. That was the first time the other brought this kind of subject.

Mr. Wright’s Case

winglessswansinmysoul:

master-ciel:

The appointment indeed took quite a lot of their time, and the night had fallen early. There was no possibility of doing something else for a first night in the city, and with the police details they had enough to start with.

Ciel used Sebastian as well, sending him off to see where the heroin’s lead could take them here. If Wright indeed came in Petersburg, he could had moved elsewhere by now. Russia was a too tall country, it would be easy to lose track of the guy. That was a chance that they both had demons on their side in this affair, Ciel thought with a gloomy smile.

- As much as it’s possible, I guess.

He didn’t pay attention at Alois, nor at the question. A boat trip together and being roomates kind of teach the younger earl to let go on his chatting.

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"Why don’t we go to the bar downstairs and have a little fun?" He asked gently, like he didn’t want anything. "We have the night free of work, we should definitely explore. Yes?" He asked with both arms behind him and a smile on his face, 

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- Exploring means the hotel reception for you?

An ironic smirk painted on his face, Ciel finally turned to Alois to look at him. Always all smile and fun, like everything was a big party. 

- We may have the night off, but not tomorrow. You had a bit of your “exploring” things on the boat, and for what I recall you didn’t show up until quite late the day after Alois.

Mr. Wright’s Case

winglessswansinmysoul:

master-ciel:

- We don’t have any contacts here, it might be hard to just go asking to some people like that… Unless you know someone in this town?

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They were in the hall of the building, waiting for someone to come welcome them. There was no sound around them, but talking with Alois prevented Ciel to realize that. Their meeting was planned in roughly twenty minutes, and considering the low temperatures outside it would have been normal that the officers didn’t stay in the hall.

"I don’t, unfortunately. It seems like we’ll have to do all the dirty work by ourselves."

For their fortune, going to the police station gave them the clues: 1) The drug movement in the country was alarming and by the last two weeks, the police was aware of a new addicting drug going around the city. 2) There was no record of a Mr. Wright who came from London, two weeks ago. Which means he was using a fake name. When they left the police station with a map with all the apothecaries and drug dealing points, it was night already. Alois have told Claude to go and act like a drug addict so maybe he could find something as they waited for the next day in their hotel bedroom.

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"Say, Shieru, enjoying St. Petersburg so far?" Alois asked approaching Ciel like he didn’t want anything. Walking slowly towards him.

The appointment indeed took quite a lot of their time, and the night had fallen early. There was no possibility of doing something else for a first night in the city, and with the police details they had enough to start with.

Ciel used Sebastian as well, sending him off to see where the heroin’s lead could take them here. If Wright indeed came in Petersburg, he could had moved elsewhere by now. Russia was a too tall country, it would be easy to lose track of the guy. That was a chance that they both had demons on their side in this affair, Ciel thought with a gloomy smile.

- As far as it’s possible, I guess.

He didn’t pay attention at Alois, nor at the question. A boat trip together and being roomates kind of teach the younger earl to let go on his chatting.