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"Ooh Seven Minutes in Heaven you say?" Mai leaned forward, intrigued. "YES!" the twins screamed in unison. Parrish giggled. Sitting in between Fred and George, she felt like she had the best seat in the house. "So as you all know, everyone's name is in Ciel's hat here. When it's your turn you'll draw a name and that'll be your closet buddy. You two will be locked in that closet over there for seven minutes and in that time you can do whatever you want. Nobody out here will know what goes on unless you choose to talk about it later or you're just really loud." Ashton caught Alois winking at her while she explained. She smiled slyly in return

"So is it my turn now?" Tsubaki asked. "Yup! Here, I'll bring the hat to you so you don't have to get up." As Ashton walked toward the dark-haired girl, she shot Black Star a spiteful look. "Hey! Why did you make me walk all the way over there when you're bringing Tsubaki the hat?" The obnoxious meister demanded indignantly. His annoyance was magnified by the fact that he still seemed sore about his turn in the closet. Ashton couldn't help but giggle. "Because I'm not mad at Tsubaki, silly!" Black Star crossed his arms grumpily. "Whatever." Ashton continued to smile as she turned away from the blue-haired boy and faced Tsubaki. "Here you

"Ugh, what?!" Ciel moaned as he turned away from the trash bin to face the Trancy earl, his face pale to the point of appearing gray-blue. He looked exhausted and, quite frankly, miserable, but his face had a spark as shock took over, his blue eye spotting the shine of water on the floor. What the devil is going on? Is the ship sinking? He thought to himself as he watched the water flow about, eyes wide with surprise. "Sebastian... There's water coming into the ship... Just what the hell is happening?" He wondered aloud, to which Sebastian responded with "It appears the storm has caused the boat to tip, allowing for ocean water to pour in ove

Alois had finally reached a dry location. His knee-high boots sloshed down the hall and toward his room, leaving behind a wet trail. The entire time, Alois could not stop thinking about how Claude was still nowhere to be found. The boy shivered, the storm had left him completely soaked, chilling him to the bone. In hopes of warming up a bit, he cast off his purple jacket and carried it in the crook of his arm. "I swear when I find Claude, I'm going to beat the shit out of him." Alois growled. Having to flee from the rain had shaken him out of his depression, and he was angry once again. "I bet Sebastian is off making Ciel a warm cup of tea ri

With a sigh of relief, Ciel watched as the Trancy earl turned and walked away until he was out of sight before leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes. "Honestly... What an annoying brat." He mumbled to himself, feeling fatigue setting in. He had not realized earlier just how tired he had been. Now, he could not imagine opening his eyes. Perhaps, a nap would do him justice. He adjusted himself in his chair to achieve a more comfortable position and let himself relax enough to begin falling asleep. Sebastian rounded the corner to the poop deck of the ship, his footsteps paced and smooth. He smiled meaninglessly as he spotted Claude wit

Stumbling back and dropping the newspaper as he felt someone slam into his chest, Ciel fought to keep his balance. "It's fine-" He started to say, hearing the person begin to apologize, but stopped immediately as he gazed upon the familiar blonde boy in front of him. He would recognize that bothersome boy anytime, unless, of course, he was disguised as a maid. "Alois Trancy?!" He was defensive immediately. From his past experiences with the older earl, nothing good had come from their meetings. "What do you want? Why are you here?" Alois grinned. How perfect could this be? When Ciel was around, things were never boring! "What, you're not hap

With a sigh of annoyance, Ciel flipped the page of the daily newspaper, the material making moderate noise as it crunched, being folded upon itself. The boat was nice and the sun was warm, the food was tolerable and the chance to relax was relieving. Though he was on the ship for business, he felt at peace and calm; he didn't have to worry about the job that Queen Victoria had assigned him until it became something to worry about, until he could deal with the issue once docked at shore. Until then, he figured taking a break would be beneficial to his mental state of mind and help him complete the task faster and more accurately; however, one