Winning (By Default)
The black-haired girl looked at her friend and my master. A slow smirk spread on her face. I did not like it. She was planning something.
She looked back at me, and her smirk grew.
I didn’t see any part of her move, but shurikens flew at me out of nowhere.
I caught them all, but hissed and let them fall to the ground. Damn girl! She coated them with holy water!
I looked around for the girl in question, and saw her with her sword in front of my master’s throat, ready to slice.
She seemed to be watching me closely for a reaction.
I started to take a step forward, but she called out to me before I could. “Take another step, and Ciel’s head rolls. You won’t get your precious little soul, demon. I came for business, but my friend and me will leave now. We find your Phantomhive hospitality to be…unappealing. If you have need of us, contact the Undertaker. Fare well, you damned idiots.”
She disappeared, along with her friend.
All evidence of their being here was gone. All but one thing.
A piece of paper floated through the air to land on my master’s desk.
I picked it up and read it aloud. “Dear Ciel and Sebastian, we are mostly sorry for picking a fight with you. But sexy demon and adorable lord though you are, we had no choice. We did not mean to end up in your garden or challenge you, but Ciel you sicced Sebastian on us. You should also know that we almost never back from a challenge. And Ciel, we are not, and never will be, your pawns in the game. You, you will be our pawns though. We always win the game. Never yours, Summer and Talia.”
Ciel’s POV
As Sebastian finished reading the letter aloud, I thumbed the ring on my hand. “These girls will be interesting to play with...”
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