Ciel and Grell: Kuroshitsuji Goes To ALA
Kuroshitsuji: Black Butler
Ciel & Grell: Kuroshitsuji Goes To ALA (Anime Los Angeles)
Cast of Characters:
Ciel Phantomhive: Katelynn (katie1890)
Grell Sutcliff: Lauri Ailane (DareDreemer)
Narrator: Lauri Ailane (DareDreemer)
Ciel Phantomhive is a 13 year old boy from London, England. He is the Earl Phantomhive and the head of the Phantomhive Estate. He has decided to attend a convention known as ALA (Anime Los Angeles), but regretfully his bodyguard and butler, Sebastian Michaelis, has been called away on business. In his absence a grim reaper, known as Grell
FrAmE of MiNd "I found this picture, with note, on my desk. I thought you would want to be notified."FrAmE of MiNd9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-William T. Spears
Grell read the note he discovered lying atop his desk. Looking down Grell spotted the picture. It was of Ciel Phantomhive, drawn wearing next to nothing in a provocative pose, with glowing red eyes. With the message, "Miss Sutcliff I know you dreamed of him last night," scribbled across the bottom. He was far from amused by this ghastly joke. Grell had just returned to his office, from an exhausting assignment. He was tired, hungry and in no mood for silly games. He snatched up William's note, the picture and stormed out of his office heading straight to William's. Without knocking, he barged into the office, slamming the door behind him. "What the hell is this all about?" He demanded.
William looked up from his stack of paper work, the redhead stood tapping his foot in front of his desk. "I see you got my note! You were still
Mine (Grelliam) William gasped at his pounding headache, slamming his forehead down on the desk in an impulsive act to stop it.Mine (Grelliam)11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
As his head hit the table, many flashes of things moved before his eyes, almost like a cinematic-record.
The things seemed to be false memories. Or things he just didn't remember. Maybe a mixture of both.
They flashed before him in tints of red, yellow, and green, showing him glimpses of things he both hated and loved.
His body twitched, as if it wouldn't be able to stand the images much longer.
But they kept on coming.
A scene where he hits Ronald out of a tree. Where he hugged Ronald. Probable and impossible!
A scene where he killed himself. A scene where he blushed. Unlikely and out-of-character!
A scene where he got raped by Sebastian Michaelis. A scene where he felt the silky, somewhat comforting touch of Grell's fingers on his chest. Disgusting and enticing!
A scene where Grell and-
He couldn't take it. What were these things
Are dreams true? 2/2Chapter 2:Are dreams true? 2/21 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Grell dreamt again of meadows and of sunny blue sky,
In there are pretty clouds and planes, red birds that fly.
But Grell is not happy, he is really quite sad.
The things that Will said – still driving him mad.
And suddenly there, he feels a man’s hand,
On his soft skin, some fingers then, suddenly land
“ Grell,” a voice says familiar, yet soft,
slightly uncomfortable, uncertain and rough.
Grell jolts up, looks at this man,
His deep read eyebrows forming a frown
“ Leave!” he says coldly and then turns away,
in reality though, he wants William to stay.
“ I’m sorry,” William whispers silently then
stands up and then quietly tries to walk away, when,
Grell jumps up, he follows him there, on the shore of the sea,
Grell stands and stands ,in fear that William will flea,
But he won’t. Side by side they silently stand
Watching the waves, standing on the wet sand.
Then Grell suddenly pulls William in the icy cold wate
Heaven or HellThe spring evening was cold. The villagers bundled up in their winter coats as they continuously passed the Durless home, all glancing at the cottage to get their look. Even the servant girls took a peak. Through the window, Ciel watched them look and whisper with one another. His glazed over eyes blankly gazed at the village in front of him. The sky seemed so blue to him, much like the color of his eyes—endlessly blue. However, he knew dusk was nearing; that blue would disappear.Heaven or Hell9 months ago in Drama More Like This
He didn’t want the blue to leave him. He desired to be one with the blue. He lifted his leg and placed his knee on the windowsill, before hoisting his other knee up as well. He ducked his head under and up, and, gripping the sill tightly, raised to his feet. The brisk wind bit at his nose. He continued staring, dazed. Ciel lifted his chin, upping his nose to those below him. That was it. He was ready to let go. Leaning forward, he dropped his right hand first. He took a deep breath. Grinning, his
For the Love of Stella - Ch. 1The sun had set beneath the horizon. Eerie, nightly sounds were rising in volume to taunt the minds of any passerby who dared to walk the seedy streets in London. A soft, hasty "scratch scratch scratch, scratch, scratch!" echoed from the rooftops. A rat's nest perhaps, vermin ready to brave the streets in search of food that two-legged residents had dropped in their travels.For the Love of Stella - Ch. 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But the daring adventurers among us would be quite disappointed to discover the real source. In truth, it was an emery board shaping a well-manicured nail, belonging to one Grell Sutcliff of the Grim Reaper Dispatch Association, London division. There was about seven minutes until his next assignment, according to the paperwork. But he didn't dare let his massive case of ennui result in sleep. The last time he did that, he had woken up in a coffin. Really, he mused, you'd think a legend such as the U
William's ConfessionA pariah of the saddest sea of love.William's Confession1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your face smiles with an ethereal glow.
But only I know
Maybe if I weren't so industrious,
I could clarify what I meant
When I said I hated you.
How can you leave it at that?
Don't you know,
It isn't true?
I'm trying to be laconic,
But in the end your terse love
Is so symphonic
My introspective mind doesn't know what to do.
I wish someone would exonerate me from this feeling,
Everything that has to do with you
Sends me reeling
Your ideas are so inane,
Yet you drive me insane
With every word
As your phosphorescent eyes gaze into me.
What do they see?
Because right now I'm acting like who I should be
Who I don't want to be.
This is all so abstruse
My soul is overly recluse.
But here you are,
Everything that shouldn't be,
You have to win
And so do I
So that makes it a truce
And a lie.
This is all so confusing,
Our love is paradoxical,
Seeking Warmth, From a StrangerSeeking Warmth, From a Stranger1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rain thundered from the murky grey sky, landing heavily on the surface of London and splashing up from puddles in small fountains. The dank smell of rotten leaves and damp mould clung to the air like a suffocating blanket. Few people were braving the streets, huddling inside their coats or standing in shop doorways waiting for it to calm down before starting the long walk back to their homes. Carriages made slow progress along the flooding roads, horses whinnying in displeasure as the driver whipped them onwards.
People stared drearily out café and tea room windows, their drinks cooling and high-tea cakes forgotten, left waiting on their decorated china plates. Several small children sprinted down the back alleys, their coats held over their heads as they ran to catch up with the leaving freak show, which made its way miserably out of London. Onlookers cast distasteful looks at the creatures that walked by or where caged and chained on a horse and cart. There was a shared sense o