The White, Sticky Thread Of The Spider

chapter 4

Sebastian was in the library, filling out invitations for Ciel's birthday ball. He was inviting (or forced to invite) Alister Druitt, Henry Green, Lau and Ran-mao, Ophelia Ziggelr, George Trueman, Shane Garndedall, Rachel Deripthia, Lady Sally Evernicé Frost III, Lord Hanemm, Richard Tuxman II, Baron Jeremone, Earl Alois Trancy and his butler, Claude Faustus, Larell Jezmonné, Lady Alexandra II, Lady Crystal Pine, Victor and Victoria Lennum, and lastly Lord Paul Brown II.

Walking over to a large birdcage, Sebastian opened the golden door and gently took out a pure white dove. Murmuring something to it, Sebastian wrapped the invitation around it's ankle and tossed it into the air out the window. Sebastian repeated this to every dove and every invitation until there was one letter and one bird left. Ever so gently, Sebastian took out this last bird with more care than the others, and softly stroked it's dark feathers. Ah, yes, cats were his unbeatable-by-far favorite, but he did like ravens a bit, too. Caressing the huge raven, Sebastian took the last invitation and wrapped it with silver string around the bird's ankle. Stroking the bird's throat, Sebastian let it fly out the window, watching as the sliver string glittered the name "Alois Trancy" as it flew off.

The ball would be held in his young master's dining room once it was free of obstructions and cleared away, so Sebastian had to get to work.

The demon stepped into the huge dining room and closed the doors, looking around for the three idiots. Seeing them nowhere, Sebastian smirked and cracked his knuckles. Suddenly he sped towards the table, going underneath it, and flipped it over completely in the air. Leaping up with it, Sebastian stopped it from turning over rapidly by giving the table a kick. As they fell down to the polished floor, Sebastian did a flip and landed gracefully on his feet, almost wishing someone was here to observe his little show. But there was no time to stop now. Dashing past the table, Sebastian swiftly made his way to the nearby wall and effortlessly glided up it. As he made his way to the roof, Sebastian snapped his fingers and rapidly sped around the middle of the roof before falling down lightly on the floor once more. Without stopping to admire his work, Sebastian imedeatly (sp?) ran with impossible speed to the chairs lying around the table. "Tsk, tsk, this won't do..." Sebastian said, looking displeased. "These chairs are much too plain..." The demon then slipped his hand under one of the chairs and...flicked it. The poor chair exploded into sawdust, and Sebastian repeated this to the other chairs. Once all that was left was sawdust, Sebastian opened the huge nearby window and snapped his fingers again. Suddenly there was a violent gust of wind that sucked away all the remains of the seatwork, as well as any possible dirt that was in the dining room. Sebastian snapped his fingers, and the window closed. Turning back to the table, Sebastian got a huge block of wood out of nowhere and took out a saw and pick, again, out of nowhere. Sebastian began to slice and stab away at the wood block, going so fast he was a mere blur to the eyes. He stepped back, grabbed a tiny paintbrush, and moved again with impossible speed as he delicately painted the chair until perfection. Placing the new chair by the table, Sebastian snapped his fingers and identical chairs fell from the roof perfectly into place. Not stopping, Sebastian took off his tailcoat and rolled up his sleeves as he suddenly got a hold of a mixture of sorts and began to scrub the floor with it. After about a minute he was done, so Sebastian picked up his things and left the room in a hurry. "So much to do, so much to do..." he murmured as he walked out.

Sebastian walked gracefully over to Ciel's office, knocking on the door a few times. "Come in." a voice answered. The butler opened the door. "All the preparations have been taken care of, My Lord." Sebastian said, bowing slightly. "Very good. Now find something to busy yourself with, like, making me a snack." Ciel said, turning around in his chair. "Very well, bochan." Sebastian exited the study and shut the door, sighing. This bra- ahem, young master... he thinks that I have all this time on my hands as to be able to make him something while I am already so busy... The demon walked to the kitchen, anticipating what he would serve his bochan...