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Alois’ glare stayed focused on the center of Sebastian’s back until the demon was safely out the door and out of eyesight. The blonde had no idea exactly what was swirling around in the Phantomhive’s head at that exact moment, let alone the fact that there were actually murderous thoughts floating around with a tinge of regret that they couldn’t properly be carried out. If he knew that, then he would certainly be making tracks for the front door. 

So he continued to sip his tea in silence, curious as to why Ciel even put his down, but he dismissed it, it was probably just waiting for it to cool down or something. 

It wasn’t until the teacup and saucer got knocked clean out of his hand and shattered on the ground did Alois realize something was wrong. Very wrong. The end of the cane couldn’t be more than two inches from his nose, enough to make him go cross-eyed if he attempted to focus his eyes on it. He looked up at Ciel and the stare was rather unnerving, it was as if someone flipped a switch on the Phantomhive. When the stick moved down to press against his throat, of course Alois’ first reaction was to take a step back so it wasn’t touching him at least, but he had a horrible feeling that was only a precursor of what Ciel was going to do. 

And what exactly did I do today to get this reaction out of you? I showed up, that’s literally it Ciel.

The frightened reaction gave Ciel a wave of excitement, though he kept it to himself. His arm was firmly outstretched, and when Alois stepped back, Ciel moved forward. The Phantomhive felt almost insulted, for someone like the earl Trancy to waltz into his manor. After all that had happened between the two, the brooding hate pulsing from his veins. He took deep breaths to keep his composure, and his cobalt eyes remained the same; angry and hateful. It was true that the boy was innocent in his actions today. In a way, he was right. All he did was show up, however, Ciel took this to his advantage. There was no mercy in his actions.

It was like fate when he read those papers proving his culprit was Alois. The boy in front of him was cold enough to burn down his home, kill his parents – and for what? The turmoil it caused Ciel, and the sacrifices he needed to make, the responsibilities he chose to take on, any chance of happiness slipping away from him… it was all unforgivable. What could this damned brat gain from committing the murder? Authority? Money? What was he looking for? After pressing the cane to Alois’ throat again and again, he lifted the wood and metal over his head, gripping onto it with both hands with the intent of smashing it down on the blondes head. His body started to shake with rage and adrenaline, and the feeling made him hesitate long enough to get a good look at the blonde’s face.

This could be it.

“Trancy..” he muttered, the bitter hate seething through his tone. This was it. His revenge. Finally, he took another step closer and swung down the cane. Since he was unstable, he missed his target - the head - and instead it slammed into his right shoulder. It didn’t dishearten the Phantomhive, because he truly didn’t want this to end quickly. “You will regret the horrible deeds you’ve committed. I will kill you.”