Once Hurt, Twice Scorned

The Madness Begins

A/N: This fic is Cielois, and I'm still fairly new to the art of fanfiction so my apologies if this turns out too OOC. Also just an early warning, there will be a lot of violence, angst, cussing, and possibly suggestive themes. I hope you enjoy!
-The~Candy~Craving~Demon

Cerulean. Bright blue like a crisp azure sky. A large winged butterfly fluttered gracefully throughout the barren lavender room, hovering just above the clear ceramic vase filled with freshly cut bluebells. Alois Trancy sat silently in the corner, watching it shift from flower to flower. He saw the thin clear strings that formed an intricate lace-like spider web tucked and hidden away in the corner opposite of him. The winged creature grew close, oh so dangerously close, until it too, became ensnared in the spider's web, just as he had. Alois slowly got up and watched the butterfly wriggle and flap it's wings, desperately trying to escape the web, but succeeded to no avail. A wicked grin spread across the boy's face, this was an opportunity, and Alois wasn't going to waste it. He gingerly pinched his fingers around the wings of the butterfly, pulling it free from the cobwebs. The insect still continued to wriggle and spasm while being held in between his fingers.

"I was kind enough to save you, and you repay me by trying to fly away?" The blonde asked rhetorically. A smug grin spread across his face, he'd had an idea. He tightened his grip on the butterfly's thin fragile wings, further coating his fingertips with the smudged blue powder-like substance, he continued to put pressure on the wings until one of them started to tatter and tear, eventually breaking off of the insect's abdomen, sending small pieces of it fluttering to the floor. "I won't let you, looks you won't be going anywhere now!" Alois taunted with a giggle. "Now you're like me. We're perfect."

Suddenly there was a gentle hollow knock at the door, and a tall man wearing a tailored uniform emerged, his dark jet black hair messily combed behind his ears. "Your Highness, you have guests here to join you for your afternoon tea. They are of high class, therefore your current attire may not be suitable for this occasion. Shall I dress you?"

Alois heaved a dramatic sigh and placed the remainder of the squirming insect on one of the bluebell petals. "But Claude~ I don't want to. Besides they are in the Trancy manor, I'm the earl so I'll wear what I want." Alois stated, crossing his arms and pouting. "I'm not ashamed. What is there to hide? I mean have you seen my ass? It's cute as hell." The blonde added starting to spin in a circle gleefully, causing the sleeve of his robe to slump down on his shoulder, revealing half of his barren chest. He then began to pull on the black ribbon tied around his waist, the only thing holding the crimson robe around his otherwise naked body. Once the bow was undone the scarlet robe fell to the floor at the blonde's feet. "Alright Claude~ Let's go! I'd hate to keep our guests waiting for much longer!" Alois sang, starting to skip towards the door.

A fine line was pulled across Claude's lips. Considering who the guests were he had a gut feeling they would blame his master's indecency on him, the butler. There was no way the noble's butler would ever let him live it down. Claude readjusted his spectacles and cleared his throat. "But highness, if you allow me to dress you in a fine tailored suit, I'll make you a sweet later."

Alois narrowed his eyes. "I can already make you do that." Alois scoffed. "You are my butler, and I am your master, due to the contract that binds us." Alois said, sticking his tongue out, revealing the glowing pentagram imprinted on it. "I'll wear what I want, when I  want to wear it."

Claude sighed in defeat, "Yes, your Highness." The blonde then upturned his head haughtily, as he strutted out of the bedroom stark naked, a triumphant smirk on his face.

Alois then made his way to the garden, where his guests were already seated and waiting, their backs turned to him, that is until he'd pulled open the door with it's golden handle. Alois instantly recognized who it was by his trademark ebony eyepatch, and his hell of a butler with enticing crimson eyes. Ciel and Sebastian. Alois couldn't help but glance back down at the scar that stretched across his chest. The last time they had met, they'd engaged in a duel, but by another one of life's dealt cards, the tables flipped and somehow Alois had been stabbed instead of Ciel.