Expo (Sebastian x Ciel fan-fiction plus reader interaction)

A Strange Figure

2 weeks before the encounter 

Location: FBI Terrorist Prison/Torture Chamber

Time: 7:00 A.M. ET, Monday, April 11, 2018

   Sirens blared in my ears as I ran down the confusing halls of this "prison". Red lights were on and guards were right behind me. "I'm not getting captured again, I must find her!" I screamed in my mind. I ran into a random room and locked the door. I was browsing when something caught my eye. A tiny remote with a couple buttons on it. "Past, Future, Time, Place? Can it be, a time machine? How?" I started talking to myself as usual, but loud bangs on the door brought me back. Crap the guards. Should I, I mean they don't even know what I look like, so can I? What the hell, what could possibly go wrong?

   "Hey you're not allowed to be here!" shouted one of the guards. Play the innocent girl, sweet voice, confused smile. "Sorry, my dad brought me here because mom isn't home, so I was wandering and got lost. Could you tell me where the exit is?" "And who is your "dad"?" Always asking questions. "My dad is the head here, and he is in charge of everything that goes on in this building. Why are there sirens?" "Can't tell you, but since we know your dad we will escort you to the exit. Come now." "Thank you!" Yes, dumb bastards fell for it.

   "Here you are girl." I pulled out a knife, but no one saw. The guard was smiling at me, and as I went to say thanks, I stabbed him. "Thank you so much. I don't believe we will meet ever again." I put on a smile as the knife went completely into his chest and he fell down. Dead. The other guards looked at me with horror. I took out the knife. "You know, you should never help a terrorist escape. Haven't you even got a glimpse at me before this happened? Idiots." I smiled and killed them all quickly, exiting the building as fast as I could. "Now, lets see where I will find you, at home or in the past?"

Present Day in 1889: Two weeks after the escape of the terrorist

Location: London, England

Time: 2:00 P.M., Monday, April 25, 1889

Ciel's P.O.V. 

   Ugh. This is not how I wanted to spend my Monday, at a market watching Elizabeth trying on dresses. Sadly I had to, because today is her birthday, and I completely forgot. Sebastian and I are only stalling so Finny, Mey-Rin, and Baldroy can get the mansion prepared for a party. "How about this one Ciel?" Elizabeth asked cheerfully. "It looks nice." "But how do you feel about it? Do you love it, or hate it?" Damn, I hate when she tries to guilt me like that!  "It looks beautiful on you. Maybe you should try the pale blue one over there." I said with a smile as I pointed to a rack with a lovely pale blue dress, a nice color for Elizabeth. "Ok, I'll be back in 15 minutes, I want to try some others on." She smiled, so I was forced to smile back. "Ok, can't wait to see them." Can't wait to see them? I rather die! "Bocchan, look over there." Sebastian asked. "What?" I looked and saw the weirdest thing in my life. "If you drop me I will kill you, and go slower. Sister!" "I won't drop you, you made me lift 500 pound boxes for my training, I think I can carry a 13 year old girl." Near the market were two strange figures in odd clothing. "Why isn't the girl wearing a dress Sebastian? And what is that glove on her right hand?" I asked confused. I never saw anyone like that in London, maybe they were tourists and lost their sister. "The boy isn't wearing anything fancy either. Where did they come from, and if they were looking for their sister wouldn't they call her by her first name?" Sebastian asked himself out loud. "HALT!" I didn't notice till now, but Scotland Yard was right behind the two. "Crap! You can't run like this, and I can't stand to look at those dresses, but I'll close my eyes and you lead me okay?" ordered the girl. "Yep, lets go." replied the boy. He grabbed her hand and she closed her eyes. 

   Your P.O.V.

   "Be careful! I'm in my favorite boots you know!" I yelled at him. "I know, I'm sorry the market is crowded!" "Lets go to the rooftop!" We jumped onto a roof and I opened my eyes. You could see the market from here, but not the dresses. My stomach eased a little bit. "Hey, who do you want to take today?" he asked. "10 year old male at 7 o'clock!" I screamed. "Get the others in their positions." I ordered. "Yes." I jumped down and walked towards the boy. "Hello there." I greeted. "Hi Miss! Why are you in those odd clothes?" "Oh, I'm a tourist. I'm not from around here." I said with a smile. "Where are you from?" The boy's eyes were filled with hope and adventure. He'd make a good runner or knife wielder. "I'm from America!" I whispered in his ear. "Wow! That's amazing! I wish I could go." "You can! I'm looking for boys and girls who want to go to America, and in return they just have to attend my school. I asked your parents already and they are fine with it. Want to come?" I forced the smile on my face to grow bigger and to hold out my hand. "Yeah! America! America!" the boy chanted. "Is everyone in place?" I yelled to him. He held his thumb up saying its clear, and good timing too. Scotland Yard are on our asses right now, and I really want to blow them up into tiny bits. That damn whistle blew at us and I started to run with the boy. "Ready? We getting to America the American way! Up you go!" I yelled, as I threw the boy up in the air like someone at the circus. The girl came and grabbed him, then threw him to the next guy and so on. 

Ciel's P.O.V.

   "What the hell?!" I screamed as I saw a boy being tossed in the air by multiple girls and boys. I looked at the street and saw the strange girl again and Scotland Yard behind her. She pulled out some weird device, pressed a couple of buttons, and everyone disappeared behind an alley. "Excuse me Miss, just tell the girl in the dressing room I will be back in 5 minutes. I need to go across the street to get something." I said politely. "Of course." the lady replied. Sebastian and I ran towards the alley, but to find a crowd of people, the children gone, a furious Scotland Yard, and a crying woman. "That must be the boy's mother." I said out loud. I walked over to the Scotland Yard, and all of them were angry. "DAMN IT! I swear we will never catch them!" yelled an officer. "What was going on, and who were those two children?" I asked the head officer. "Oh look, it's Ciel Phantomhive. Don't bug us about it, you're probably getting a letter from the Queen herself sooner or later." he replied in a nasty tone. "Fine." 

   The next day came at last, and I was in my study when Sebastian came in with a letter from the Queen. "Bocchan, you finally got the letter." Sebastian said as he held the letter out to me. I quickly took it and opened it, reading its contents. "No way. Impossible." "What does it say Bocchan?" "Those children, the ones at the market, they have been kidnapping other children around the ages of 9 to 14 for about 2 weeks now. The Queen said they aren't from here, but she isn't sure where they are from due to their clothing. It breaks her heart to see innocent children being torn apart from their relatives. She asked us to try to find the pair before they kidnap another child." I explained. "What are their names?" Sebastian asked. "That is the problem. They don't have names yet. From a bystander report, anytime the two talk they use the terms "he", "she", "him", "her", "they", "them", "I", and "you". There are even more children to be involved with this." "Its odd." 'What is Sebastian?" "This duo is kidnapping children when the girl was looking for her sister. Remember, she was just yelling the word sister but not her name. Huh?" "What?" "What's on the window? I just cleaned that." Sebastian said annoyed. He walked over and pulled a note off the window. "What does it say?" I asked anxiously, wondering if it was a clue or something. "It says: "If you just give her back, this will all stop. Convince the Queen to let her go or these 5 children will be kidnapped next: William Abbot, Emilia Denzel, Alexandria Busch, George Bayer, and Elizabeth Midford." "Elizabeth? What could a girl like her possibly want with Elizabeth? Warn her father to put his servants and knights on high alert all around London, but more specifically around his own house." I ordered. "Yes, my Lord. Now please finish up and come down for tea and cake, and I shall be there momentarily." Sebastian always replies to me with a smile, I wonder why. He is forced to be a butler, not because he wanted to, but because we have a contract. So, why would he smile?

   Oh, it's so sad how innocent people are until convicted of something, but sooner or later Ciel, you will find me. And you will bring me what I want...