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Holly Sheet XO 1
Holy Sheet X0 Episode 1: Replay and Let Die.



Ciel LeBaron was walking slowly and with grace, passing doors and looking up on chandeliers. He knew what was his Destiny and it was so close he could hear how it walks. It was fast, unstoppable, it was furious. The Destinys' name was Christian Fiedorov.
- There you are. You know that your father will castrate me if I don't bring you to him. So get going and don't try to say anything until you get there. I have enough trouble on my own. - Destiny had an unique way of sending out a waterfall of words that rarely made any sense at all. He was always in trouble, always looking for him and always so damn good in finding what he desired. Ciel was intrigued, standing in a corridor - corridor with walls finished with wooden panels so expensive they could feed one quarter of Africa - and looking at Christian with his own violet eyes. Looks can be deceiving - out of those two Ciel was the calm, silent and petite one. Being only 5"2 was not a boys dream, but since it was combined with sweet face dominated by big, violet eyes and smooth skin it wasn't half as bad as it seemed. Healthy hair was present as well, it goes practically without saying. Ciel was always thin, his metabolism was so over-enthusiastic that even eating ten vanilla ice-creams with popcorn wouldn't help it. Christian, with his 6ft of height and big muscles was never really fitted to be his bodyguard, but at least he wasn't showing it. Handsome face with piercing grey eyes, dominating persona and his "always on-board" clumsy nature were surprisingly going together quite well. He was just a very good friend of family and since he had very big per cent of possibility for getting a bachelor degree in doing nothing Ciels' father decided that Christian was good for a guard of young boys' virginity. I mean Ciel, guard of Ciel.
- Castrated Christian. Interesting idea. Let me know when my father does that, I'll call you CC. - while Christian was still fighting for a steady breath Ciel started walking again, practically causing Destiny a heart attack.
- I Have Pudding. - while Christian was saying that words a little smirk could be seen without any reason at all. Or, this reason was revealed just second later when Ciel was hugging his leg while repeating "Keep it away, keep it away". And since the younger one quite obviously was afraid not only to walk but to look up as well, Christian walked to Ciels' father with boy clinging to his leg. It wasn't the most comfortable configuration but in his 10 year tenure bodyguard learned that fear of the pudding was the only power on Earth that would bring Ciel to his father instantly.
Five minutes later, large door opened and Frederic LeBarons' kingdom was revealed for the first time in the history. of the narration. The Chamber was not eco. It was 10 times larger than ordinary room, which probably created 10 times less pollution. There were no plants or solar batteries but lots and lots of books, wooden furniture that probably remembered times before Queen Victoria reigned and Frederic in his large chair in front of his own personal and large desk. I don't have to say that everything was very flammable, including LeBaron senior himself. The Chamber was like a Hummer of LeBarons mansion with one exception - it wasn't just recently purchased by Chinese people.
- Son, welcome to my Domain. I shall now tell you something that I was always telling you in a following frequency: ten to fifteen minutes out of a year. Wait for it. it's coming. right there. Okay. I love you. - Frederics' heart was not heavy anymore but he was still suffering from quite dangerous arrhythmia. - Expect sixty three other confessions, exact timing will be as always showcased on a large board in your room. A map to the board in your room will be, again as always on the door. And back to business - I'm expecting that something bad will happen in the near future. With that said I'm ready to finally give you a full control over our toy company. The recession is big, the sales are dropping, in the next three months we are expecting that two hundred people will be let go. What are you thinking about that? - Frederic smiled at his son.
- Pud-ding. - answered Ciel, still in state of complete pudding delirium.
- Well I'm certainly glad that you accept my offer. Lily will take you through your normal day schedule and I'll go on vacation to. let's see. Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch. Don't worry, it's in Wales, I won't be back. won't be far away, I mean. Now, you can go. - Frederic, still happy about the outcome of this conversation shook his sons' hand and walked him to the door.
Five minutes later Ciel was himself again, lying on the floor of big orangery built some time ago on the back of residence and connected to It by a corridor made almost entirely from glass. To be truthful, now only Ciel and Christian knew how plants were growing without sunlight because every window was painted in black. Or at least that was the first impression after entering the very roomy area. Despite earlier stated fact there was an illusion of a sunlight since in the room there were no lights or single lightbulbs hanging from the roof. The only "thing" that indicated that behind this "black as it got" glass life existed [even though there was no proof of that being "life"] were explosions that could be heard from time to time. The interior of orangery was very green, sunny and had a little but very classy vintage accent - a garden set of furniture: two white, metal chairs, white table that looked more like a large bedside one but was still big enough for two cups of tea which were brought by Christian. All of this, except maybe Christian was made from cast iron.
- Your kidneys will shut down if you'll continue lying on the floor. - bodyguard sat his almost perfectly shaped as. behind on vintage furniture and opened a newspaper. - But really, why is it that you're always replaying the same old scene over and over again? I've already cut 5 minutes of this material because they were unreadable. If you keep pushing it, you'll get sick.
- Just bury me, will ya? Kidneys, heart, let me just smoke 60 cigarettes a day and I'll be on my way to satisfaction. - murmured Ciel. - And why is it that you're always reading the same newspaper? Your eyes will burn. - said the boy with an overprotective tone in his voice. Later, his attempts to win this discussion were terminated by a series of explosions outside the orangery.
- Just trying to live a normal life. Even though I've memorized all articles in this damn thing. Now I really understand why this guy in Mercedes ran over a squirrel. - Christian smiled a bit.
- Living normal life? Tell me, what's normal about living in a copy of our house on a piece of land somewhere between purgatory and hell? Eating the same food that was here by the time of the catastrophe and reading the same kind of newspaper?! - Ciel was now standing, unable to look the older one in the eyes and trembling from anger. When he finally calmed down he looked at Christian, bodyguard was holding the last page of newspaper in the air. Endless network of lines, drawings and other unnamed and scary things [including Ciel in sexy and definitely corrupting poses] made by Christians' hands could be seen on it.
- Every time we're getting through this I'm drawing. And I'm definitely sure that I'm on the Picasso level right now. Just cope with this, I've told ya - you've got me. - Christian turned the page and started pretending that he can't see an obvious blush on Ciels' face. The silence between the two of them was irritating and every minute was making boys' face more red when he was thinking about words Christian spoke to him. So when some incredibly powerful roar could be heard in the whole mansion Ciel started the process of calming down. Christian left his tea and newspaper, then looked at Ciel and smiled.
- C'mon. We need to say hello to mr. Devil himself.











 

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Daisy (Brak e-maila) 23:12 10-02-2010
Nice! smiley))
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