A/N Well, this is it. The end. Little bit sad. Pretty damn proud. Thank you to everyone who supported me in this magnificent endeavour, which I probably should have thought out better before I started. Oh well. Love to all :D
Disclaimer: Yeah. I don't own it.
Chapter Nineteen: The Final Scene
"I'll take you both together!"
The words were out of Sebastian's mouth before Grell could even blink. Agni clapped a hand over his mouth, and red eyes glared fiercely out from above it. The tall Indian shrugged. "I guess it doesn't take that long."
Slowly he removed his hand. Sebastian turned his gaze to Grell. "Why won't my arms move?" He asked shortly.
"You've been mostly dead all day," Agni replied, shrugging.
"We obtained a pill from Miracle Bard," Grell said excitedly. "We brought you back to life!"
Sebastian's eyes narrowed. "Who are you? Do I know you? Are we enemies? Why am I on this wall? Where's Ciel?"
"Let me explain!" Grell exclaimed, then paused, the smile falling from his face. "No, there is too much to explain. Let me sum it up." He cleared his throat. "Prince Alois is going to marry Ciel in a little less than half an hour. All we have to do is break in, stop the wedding, steal the Prince...ess... and make our escape!" He blinked. "After I kill Count Claude."
"That doesn't leave much time for dilly-dallying," Sebastian mused, tapping his thumb thoughtfully against his (wonderfully exposed) chest. Agni noticed, and smiled.
"You just wiggled your finger!" He said happily. Sebastian looked up to glare at him.
"I've always been a quick healer."He turned back to Grell. "What are out liabilities?"
There is but one castle gate, and it is surrounded by sixty men."
"And our assets?"
"You brains, Agni's strength, and my steel," Grell replied, pulling out his chainsaw.
Sebastian looked disdainfully at the rusty old thing. "Impossible." He shook his head. "If I had a full day to plan, I could come up with something, but this?"
"You just shook your head!" Agni argued. "Doesn't that make you happy?"
Sebastian merely glared. "If we only had a wheelbarrow, that would be something."
Grell jerked his head up, looking at Agni. "Where do we have that wheelbarrow we brought him to Miracle Brad's with?"
"Soma has it," Agni gestured behind him. The young Indian waved at them from behind a wheelbarrow.
Sebastian now turned to Grell with a look of utter 'you-are-so-incompetent' on his face. "Why didn't you list that among our assets before?" He heaved a great sigh. "Now, what I wouldn't give for a Holocaust cloak."
"Oh, you mean like this one?" Agni asked, pulling a long black cloak out of who-knows-where. Grell blinked. "Where did you get that?"
"I grabbed it off one of the Brute Squad," he answered. "Thought it might come in handy later on."
"All right, all right." Sebastian said roughly. "Lift me up."
The two managed to heave him to his feet, with one arm draped over each shoulder. But limp as he was, his head kept falling down, so that Agni had to lift it back up. "Now, I shall need a sword eventually." His head drooped.
"Why?" Asked Grell, as Agni fixed the problem. "You can't even lift one!"
"Doesn't matter," Sebastian answered simply. "That's hardly common knowledge, is it?"
As they shuffled along their way, Sebastian began to form the root plans. "Now, there will be problems once we are inside the castle."
"I'll say," Grell grumbled. "Once we're inside, how do I find Claude? Once I defeat Claude, how will I find you again? Once I find you again-"
"Quiet," said Agni, pulling Sebastian's head away. "He's had a hard day."
"Right," Grell said, glancing back at Sebastian with adoration in his eyes. "Sorry~."
Sebastian fought the urge to throw up.
Inside the castle, as night fell, things were not going as well as Ciel had hoped.
"You don't seem excited, my muffin," Alois cooed as he played with Ciel's hair. The latter slapped his hand away.
"Don't call me that," he grumbled. "And what reason should I have to be excited?"
"Well, when people are about to get married," Alois answered, "they generally are."
Ciel turned to face him. "But I'm not going to marry you tonight," he said cheekily. "Sebastian will come for me."
Then he turned and walked out of the room. Alois watched his butt for a bit, until he was out of sight. Then he turned forward, and smiled.
No, he thought, Sebastian would not be coming tonight, would he?
Outside the castle, shrouded in darkness, the three Buccaneers spied on the gates. Indeed, sixty men stood guard in front. The three looked at each other, determination on their faces, and nodded.
Inside the Grand Hall of the castle, dozens of people had come to watch the wedding. Alois and Ciel knelt in front of the altar, while the bishop, sprinkled them with holy water. Ciel sneezed. The bishop then gestured for them to rise, which they did.
"Marriage," he said in a wobbly voice. "Marriage is what bring us together today. Marriage, that blessed arrangement. That dream within a dream."
Ciel had to stop himself from falling asleep.
He was jolted awake by muffled shouts coming from outside. Straining his ears, he managed to hear, "Stand your ground, men!"
Outside of the gates, surrounded by smoke and illuminated by an unseen source, a dark figure rose above the men. All the guards shuffled back several steps, whimpering softly to themselves.
"Stand your ground!" The captain screamed furiously.
"I am the Dread Pirate Michaelis!" The booming voice came from the figure. "There will be no survivors!"
Behind the wheelbarrow, Grell was pushing with all his might. Sebastian was leaning on his back, barely managing to shuffle along. "Now?" The redhead hissed at his companion.
"Not yet," Sebastian grunted back, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"I am here!" Agni continued, raising a menacing finger to point at the guards. "But soon you will not be here!"
Grell grabbed a candle and pressed it to the back of the oil-soaked cloak. Within seconds it was up in flames. Agni now stood in the center of fire, his eyes glowing with otherworldly rage. "The Dread Pirate Michaelis takes no survivors!" He roared.
The guards shrieked, and dropped everything. Fighting, pushing, shoving, they clambered over each other to make their escape.
Inside the castle, their shouts were muffled, as the bishop continued to warble. "Then love, true love, will follow you, forever."
Alois, annoyed with all the clamber from outside, glared at Count Claude. Make it stop, they seemed to shoot.
Claude nodded imperceptibly, and stepped away from the ranks.
"The Dread Pirate Michaelis is here for your souls!" Came the final roar from outside.
The last dregs of men disappeared, leaving only the head of the guard. He stared up at the flaming monster in absolute terror.
The sudden silence from outside disconcerted the people inside. All but the bishop, that is. He continued on as if nothing had changed. "So treasure your wife..."
"Skip to the end, please," Alois said shortly. His agitation showed clearly on his face. The bishop took it in stride.
"Have you the ring?"
Alois grabbed the small band of gold and shoved it unceremoniously onto Ciel's dainty white finger. The young man looked unimpressed. "Here comes Sebastian now," he said tauntingly.
"Your Sebastian is dead!" Alois snarled at him, showing his true anger to Ciel for the first time. "I killed him myself!"
Ciel smirked at him, unwavering at the display. "Then why is there fear behind your eyes?"
Outside the gates, the three men had cornered the captain of the guard. "Give us the keys," said Sebastian in his most threatening and sadistic voice.
"I-I don't have any keys," the captain gulped.
Grell looked at his friend. "Agni, tear his arms off."
"Oh, you mean these keys?"
The bishop was still going. "Do you, Princess Ciel-"
"I'm not a fucking princess-"
"Say man and husband!" Alois screeched.
The bishop shrugged. "Man and husband!"
Ciel turned to look at the bishop, his face falling as horror and surprise gathered in his eyes. Alois grinned in grim satisfaction. "Escort him to the honeymoon suite," he said, shoving his new husband towards his father. "I shall be there shortly."
Ciel's knees felt weak as he walked down the hall. "He didn't come," he said softly, despairingly.
Elsewhere in the castle, Count Claude was running at full speed down the hallway. Grell, Agni, and Sebastian crept cautiously down another, Sebastian being supported almost entirely by Agni.
As Grell peeked his head around a corner, Sebastian gestured to continue down it. The three silently stepped around the corner, sneak level 100.
Suddenly Count Claude came racing around the corner. He skidded to a halt when he saw the three of them, his lip curling. Grell stepped forward, a grin pulling back his lips, showing the shark-sharp teeth.
"Hello," he said very softly. "My name is Grell Sutcliffe. You killed my lover. Prepare to die."
And he pulled the rig of his chainsaw, causing it to roar to life.
Claude took one look at the scene in front of him, and turned tail in the other direction and ran.
Grell, who had not been expecting this reaction, was left shocked for a moment. But only for a moment, as the jerked himself back to existence and took off down the hall behind him.
Agni and Sebastian looked at each other, the 'Oh, shit" clear on their faces.
Claude was running at full speed; he swung around a corner and into the foods cellar, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it. When Grell came around seconds later, he found he was unable to open it.
"AGNI!" His distressed shriek echoed down the hall back to where Agni was still supporting Sebastian. Agni, HELP ME!"
The tall man sighed and propped Sebastian up against a suit of armour. "I shall be right back," he said, while Grell's cries of despair sounded around them. "Although," he added as he set off down the hall, "why he can't just use his chainsaw I don't even know..."
When Agni came around the corner, Grell was literally throwing his entire body at the door. Agni grabbed his shoulder. Painfully slowly, he unwrapped his right hand, and without further ado, punch the entire door out.
"There you go.
Ciel walked slowly to his honeymoon suite, leaning on the old king for support. "Lovely wedding," the old man was murmuring to himself. "Strange, it seemed, yes, but lovely."
As the king's considerably younger husband strode on ahead, Ciel stopped the old man and turned to look at him. Quietly he kissed him on the cheek.
The old king looked positively delighted. "What was that for, dear?"
"Because you've always been so kind to me," Ciel said softly. "And because I won't be seeing you anymore, as I will be killing myself when we reach the honeymoon suite."
The old king laughed. "Well, isn't that nice, dear." He turned forward to his husband. "He kissed me!"
Count Claude had found himself at the bottom of the stairwell leading to the cellar, but he could hear Grell's heels clacking behind him. Damn, that boy could run.
He stopped at the bottom, and pulled a knife out of his suit. He tensed, waiting, waiting for the perfect moment.
And when Grell came barging around the corner, he tossed it, and watched as the blade sunk hilt-deep into the stomach of the man who was trying to kill him.
Grell gasped, and stumbled back, pressing against the wall. He looked down, as blood began to gush from his wound, all the colour draining his face. Claude felt himself smile in relief; safe now, he was.
"Sorry, Will," Grell whispered, the words bleeding from his lips. "I tried."
Claude walked slowly towards him. "So," he said coldly. "You must be that little brat I taught a lesson to all those years ago." He began to twirl a lock of his hair around a finger. "And do you mean to say that you've been chasing me your whole life only to fail now? Why, I think that's... the worst thing I've ever heard." He smiled wider. "How marvellous."
Grell groaned, and ripped the dagger out of his flesh. Claude raised his eyebrows. "You can't seriously still be trying to win," he said in amusement. When Grell said nothing, he lunged forward with his sword.
The chainsaw flew up and deflected to blow. Claude looked in surprise at Grell, who smiled weakly. "Hello."
Again Claude lunged, and again he blocked it. "My name is Grell Sutcliffe. You killed my lover. Prepare to die."
Count Claude's face contorted in anger. He attacked for a third time, and this time Grell pushed himself off the wall to fight back. "Hello. My name is Grell Sutcliffe. You killed my lover. Prepare to die."
"Stop saying that!" Claude spat.
Grell lashed forward with his chainsaw, creating a gash alongside Claude's face. "HELLO! My name is Grell Sutcliffe! You killed my lover! Prepare to DIE!" Another blow left Claude's face bleeding profusely. The Count fell to his knees, and backed up into a table.
"Offer me money," Grell hissed. "Power."
"Whatever you want," Claude ground out. "Anything, you shall have it!" He attempted to grab a knife from the broken table. But Grell caught him first and plunged the chainsaw deep into his chest.
"I want William back, you son of a bitch."
And he pulled the rig.
Inside his chambers, Ciel sat slowly down at his dresser. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the letter he had written to Sebastian. Of course, Alois had never sent it. He laughed softly. What a fool he'd been.
Pulling open one of the dresser drawers, he was relieved to see the knife used for cutting letters. Carefully, and with the utmost reverence, he lifted it up. The silver blade glittered in the moonlight. He raised it, and pressed the tip to his breast.
"There is a shortage of perfect chests in this world, Young Master. I should hate to see you destroy yours."
Ciel gasped, and whirled around. The knife clattered forgotten to the ground. For there, laying on his bed, draped from head to toe in black, was his ever faithful butler Sebastian.
With a glad cry, Ciel dashed forwards, leaping onto the bed and straight on top of his love. He pressed his lips to Sebastian's. "I thought you were dead!" He gasped. Sebastian raised his eyebrows when he saw tears forming in his young master's eyes. "Sh-shut up! I did! And that's the second time that's happened!"
Soft laughter danced across the stone walls. "Didn't I tell you once before?" He said. "Death cannot stop true love."
"I know," Ciel murmured. "I know... can you ever forgive me?"
"For what?" Sebastian inquired.
"Well," said Ciel, sitting up. "I am sort of married to someone else."
"Did you say, 'I do'?
Ciel blinked. "Um, no...?"
Sebastian smiled. "Well then. You aren't truly married, are you?"
A bright smile lit up Ciel's face, and he leaned back down to kiss Sebastian again.
Unfortunately, Prince Alois chose the exact moment before their lips touched to barge into the room.
He stared at the sight before him for a moment, then scoffed. "Of course, you wouldn't be dead yet, would you?" He pulled out his sword with a flourish. Ciel gasped, and rolled off of Sebastian. "To the death!" Alois cried.
The sharp yell made everyone jump. All but the man who had spoken it. "To the pain."
Alois looked disdainfully at him. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that term."
"Then I'll explain," Sebastian continued. "And I'll be sure to use small words so as to be sure you'll understand, you warthog-faced buffoon.
"First, I cut off your right hand, at the wrist. The your left. The I cut off your right foot, at the ankle, and then your left. And then your nose."
"And then my tongue, I understand; I killed you too quickly, a mistake I don't mean to make again."
"I wasn't finished. It is followed by your right eye, and then your left-"
"And then my ears, I get it, can we move on with things?"
"NO!" Sebastian roared again, this time louder than before. "Your ears you keep, and I'll tell you why. Your ears you keep; so that every babe that weeps in your presence, every child who screams at the sight of you, every mother who's cries of 'Dear God, what is that thing!' will be yours to keep, echoing forever in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means, it means I leave you, wallowing in anguish and deformed hideousness, in freakish misery, forever."
Alois looked a little more than shaken at this. "You're bluffing."
"Perhaps." Sebastian's voice was oddly soft. "Perhaps I am only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. But perhaps," and here he pushed himself of the bed with one elbow, "I have the strength after all."
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he drew his sword from its sheath, and pointed it at Alois' face.
"Drop. Your. Sword."
There was a clatter of metal colliding with stone as Alois dropped his sword.
Without losing his stance, Sebastian nodded at him. "Sit down." The Prince did so, clanking his ass on a plush chair. The man in black allowed a small smile to grace his face at the sight of his defeated foe. "Tie him up."
As Ciel raced to do so, the doors slammed open again and Grell stumbled in. The two men nodded at each other. "Where's Agni?"
Sebastian narrowed his eyes. "I thought he was with you."
Grell shook his head. Sebastian sighed. "well then, we shall just have to-oh, dear," he said, as he stumbled.
"Help him," Grell said, gesturing to the sinking man.
"Why does he need helping?" Asked Ciel in worry, hurrying to help Sebastian up.
"Because he has no strength," Grell replied.
"I knew it, I knew he was bluffing! I knew he was bluffing," Alois argued, but stopped when Grell raised his bloody chainsaw up to his face.
"Shall I kill him?" He asked lightly, but Sebastian shook his head.
"Whatever happens to us, I want him to live out a long life of him and his cowardice," he said. It was not many a man who could look manly while leaning for support on someone like Ciel, but Sebastian managed to do it just fine.
"Grell! Where did you go!" Came a sudden cry from outside. The three rushed to the window, and started in surprise and joy when they saw Agni and Soma, leading five beautiful white horses.
"Agni!" Grell cried. "Where the heck did you get those horses from!"
"Well," Agni shrugged, "I was passing the stables, and I happened to see these five horses, and I thought, 'If we manage to make it out alive, how are we going to escape?' And so I brought them with me."
Grell laughed out loud. "My friend," he gushed, "you are a true genius~!"
Both men nodded at Ciel, who took their hands and jumped out the window. He landed neatly into Agni's outstretched arms. Sebastian made to follow, but Grell held out a hand and stopped him.
"All my life," he said, "I've been focused on the revenge of my Will. But now that Count Claude is dead," he shrugged, "I don't know what to do with myself."
"Have you ever considered piracy?" Sebastian asked. "Because, you'd make a wonderful Dread Pirate Michaelis." And with a wink, he jumped out the window. Grell blushed and shrugged, before following suit.
Once their horses were running forward, the shouts and cries of the castle guards were but a distant worry. Nothing could stop them now. They had won. They were free. Good had won out over evil. Bravery had won out over cowardice. Love had won out over hate. I was the perfect storybook ending.
Until Sebastian fell over, they took a wrong turn, and Ciel's horse threw a shoe, that is.
A/N I swear that's how the book ended. I SWEAR. William Goldman has some really sick sense of humour.
And it's done. Oh, dear. I hope it was good enough for everyone. I tried. And who knows, maybe someday someone will realize how genius this was and write it out better than I did, haha!
But please, folks remember – reviews are the Sebastian to my Ciel.