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" --will you--,... p-please stop doing that. " he rectifies the scathing tone in his voice right away, quickly prompting himself to sound civil in the presence of the fellow businesswoman. Smoothing down his pristine navy tresses, Ciel momentarily avoids the brunette's gaze, the slightest bit flustered at being treated like a normal child in public. Oh, how he's taken his economic and social standing for granted.

" Would you like to have some tea and other treats while you're here? We've recently released our holiday confectionery just in time for the season, perhaps you'd like to try a sample as well. " Ciel offered, all in his usual noble poise. But it seems that a mere boy in a plain white shirt and pants holding the door open for a lady while talking in an undeniable posh flair made Ciel look a tad bit pretentious. He almost wanted to glare at that middle-aged customer by the aisle who kept discreetly eyeing him judging looks--don't think that just because I only have one open eye doesn't mean I can't see your nasty gaze from here. But he has to suck it up; it's the very purpose of his incognito visits after all, to eye his business without the predetermined respect his infamous Phantomhive presence usually demands, stat.

Despite the hatter currently being on her 'break', Ciel knew. The shrewd earl didn't need an informant to deduce why a fellow CEO of a business as demanding as hers magically had so much free time at her disposal. Granted, he doesn't know just how precisely Sophie Hatter runs Le Courenne de Brieve, but he was sure not being hands-on isn't one of them. Fate my ass, Sophie. If I knew better, I'd call you my snooping older sister.

      “And your assumptions are marked with positive results, master Phantomhive,” the formality was changed while her glance remains unwaged to the blue-haired boy of unreported potential coursing through his veins. The woman remains holding the small creation in her hands which belonged the store and rests it back no the shelf. ‘How far would his denial go in admitting he wants one?’ Her thin brown brows press together with a glistening amusement sneaking into the back of her mind. 

     An equivalent exchange in false statements humors her while brushing aside the true intentions of her visit. Whenever he’ll be in the store and not, the heiress stays the opportunities in scouting throughout the large toy store and ensure every spot in the store was spotless and without any infestation of laziness. Alas, the anonymous informant sending letters to his home office had to keep tabs in one way or another. 

   “Yes, I am here for my break,” the heiress raises off her hat and rests it above her breast, providing for a small bow as the lie swiftly leaves her lips. “Alas, drawing to this store must’ve been fate because I spot your azure locks for a near mile away..” The motherly figure wrinkles her nose like a discontent rabbit and ruffles the top of his head. 

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The 14th of December was forecast with drizzling light snow, scattering at random intervals throughout the day. In the tropical coasts of Brieve, having a day of gentle wintry showers was a welcomed rare treat—at least for the locals and most winter-loving residents. However, no matter how uplifting the festive and colorful holiday spirit currently being celebrated throughout the month was, nor the collective joyous cheer of children gleefully strolling with their families around the brightly-lit plaza could affect the dampened spirits of a certain navy-haired boy. He hated them, abhorred them, cursed them—envied them.

Standing alone by the sidewalk was Ciel Phantomhive, his lone azure orb trailed upwards the cloudy grey skies in a passive gaze, the purity of silken snowflakes tainting his darkened aesthetic upon contact with his midnight black robe.

Ciel didn’t snarl nor glare, merely stared. Yet, inquisitive passersby can’t help but question him through their lingering glances as his subtly-heeled shoes clicked their way across the sidewalk. His delicate face displays a nonchalant appearance as he walks the opposite direction, noticeably away from the festivities brought by the season. But despite being dressed in custom-tailored haute fashion, the common eye couldn’t deny: he sorely stood out among the sea of brightly-dressed people. His visage lacked of vibrancy, which didn’t bode well to certain strangers, whose chipper demeanor were just dying to share their joys with the lonely young earl through a question: “ Where’s the magic of December in you, lad? Cheer up, ey! It’s the holidays! You ain’t gonna look like that on your birthday so try to lighten up. You look like someone just died. “

That was hours ago. Now he lays beneath the duvet covers, his tiny form cocooned in a small corner of the spacious bed. It was still early in the evening, but the somber mood inside the darkened bedroom would trick one into thinking otherwise. He had retired uncharacteristically early into the night. The young driven businessman briskly finished his work duties throughout that workday within the solace of his office room, his usually lucrative presence at that day appeared almost hermit-like to The Funtom Store’s office workers. He uttered little to no words and ordered not to be disturbed unless gravely necessary. He didn’t ask for any refreshments nor his daily afternoon tea. His posture barely moved from his comfortable tufted chair, just the seemingly endless flick of his wrist and the swish of ink against paper breaking the monotony and silence.

No sounds could be heard aside from the boy’s soft breathing. Everything felt gloomy, yet despite the awfully quiet surroundings, Ciel felt everything but dull. He saw red; he saw fire. Rage burned in his mismatched eyes, his gaze boring imaginary holes through the cerulean drapes. His thoughts were far, far away, reminiscing how the sickening flames cracked their away against the Phantomhive mansion walls. How it roared and swallowed his bedroom in an instant; how the bloody flames engulfed and turned his parents into flesh embers right before his young, terrified eyes. How a ten year-old him pleaded and begged to God for mercy, that he’d finally act and genuinely be a good boy, just to stop the cruel trick being played upon him right in his birthday. Weren’t birthdays supposed to be celebrated with happiness? He thought he was at least a weensy bit more special than other children, for he gets to celebrate his special day before Christmas. Did God not like him anymore? Had he been a bad boy that year? He kept crying and begging, even kneeled against the charred oak floors just to make the omnipotent presence listen to his desperate pleas.

But all was for naught; God didn’t hear him.

In this very day for every year, the young earl gets reminded of the very reason why he chose to trek the dark, twisted and lonely path towards revenge: to make those who sullied the Phantomhive name—his beloved parents’ name—into literal ashes. He will make them cry, make everyone who has wronged him suffer the same fate he’s been involuntarily plunged into as he went to hell and back. The young boy of fifteen swears to his grave that he will personally make their punishments excruciatingly slow that they’ll quickly beg for their deaths, the very same way he has felt when he has once lost everything and merely wished to speed up his inevitable demise. He will drag them down to hell with him once the right moment arrives. He then retreats further inside the comforts of the expensive plush blankets, as if to wallow and cry. 

But he didn’t cry. Ciel has nothing left to cry about.   “ Where’s the magic of December in you, lad? Cheer up, ey! It’s the holidays! You ain’t gonna look like that on your birthday so try to lighten up. You look like someone just died.  “

The magic of December has died along with his heart in this day exactly five years ago.

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お誕生日お目出度う シエル・ファントムハイヴ // Happy Birthday, Ciel Phantomhive !

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Happy Birthday to our little Prince~  (´∀｀)♡ ♥ ♡ ♥

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Happy Birthday Ciel | My Precious

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" --stupid goat. " clicks. " just wait until I overthrow that old ass out of the top spot then we'll see who has the last laugh. " more clicks. A cross between a low grumble and manic laughter floats around the darkened room. " Knock knock old goat your time is over; the dog is here to dominate the game. " more aggressive clicks. “ Dieeee. “

Ciel Phantomhive isn't trying to curse someone; he's actually completely engrossed in playing a mobile game. But the rather disturbing look on his face--illuminated by his bright phone screen--would suggest a poor passerby otherwise.

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Having read the brief report he had asked from his trusted butler, Ciel Phantomhive was as thrilled to officially meet today's potential business partner as a shrewd Phantomhive could get.

With dainty fingers interlaced and legs crossed in an unmistakably superior manner, the young aristocrat sat comfortably on a red plush chair, lone azure orb twinkling with delight as he waits for the elusive man's presence. While not a patient child man, Ciel did not mind--perfectly content on spending idle minutes within the comforts of the private room he had reserved in one of the pricier restaurants within the district. His bored gaze trailed towards nowhere in particular outside the glass panes encompassing a whole wall, but was secretly watching the silhouette of Koumei Ren through the reflection as he finally walks into the room.

" I am honored to be in your praise, Mr. Ren, " the young earl smoothly replies, turning his body to finally face the maroon-haired older male. " older businessmen usually dismiss the success of the Funtom Company when they hear the credit lies on someone no more than a child. " In reality, Ciel Phantomhive couldn't care less about greedy old men's opinion, instead focusing his own greed to surpass their sub-par empires with his own in the most enjoyable way possible; a way where he could illicit the greatest hatred and inevitable defeat from their selfish hearts. Their misery was Ciel's absolute childish joy.

" Please excuse my late manners: good afternoon, Mr. Ren. I am likewise delighted to meet with you today in talks of a possible joint venture between the Funtom Company and Kou enterprises. I am looking forward to see what comes into fruition in today's meeting. " A dark blue folder bearing the elegant golden insignia of the Funtom Company was placed in front of the vice president, in it contains all technicalities and legal terms from the Funtom's end of the deal. " While Funtom's main domain lies on the toy empire and gourmet confectioneries, we've recently expanded towards women's' perfumes and a complete food branch through sister companies. The Funtom's main goal on our end of the deal is to establish a successful venture towards the mainstream business world where the largest demographic of consumers lay: the adult masses; a field your company knows and caters to more than well. " the earl's tone doesn't skip a beat, withdrawing his previous reclined position to sit straight while relaying his proposition towards the other. Ciel had always been precise and straight to the point when it comes to particular business deals he really cared to seize.

" And I could only achieve that by having a solid partnership with your company. In the folder contains all the shares and other hefty benefits Kou Enterprises would gain by agreeing to the joint venture. I am a greedy child, mr. Ren, but I am very gallant and accommodating when it comes to mutual benefits. Please, take your time reading through the fine print. "

" I wouldn't want you to skip on anything. "

[[Dealings]] Closed for Ciel

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Koumei Ren always did his research.  Rarely a man to go meet with clients or partners himself, he prefered to stay in the shadows. To do everything in the background to make sure his brother was ready to step into the spotlight as the face and charisma of their company. 

There were rare times however he was required to fill his brother’s shoes. Be it when Kouen was on business or simply too busy; as Vice President it fell on his shoulders to be the face of the company no matter how badly he preferred to hide.

The Funtom Company. It had been easy enough to read about, a rather detailed history on their website had been a stepping stone to the far deeper digging he had done in to the life and background of the current CEO. No more than a child the head of the company was young yes, but from what he had read was no less cutthroat or good at his job than any other man in his position.

Arriving early at the restaurant that had been set up for the business meeting regarding a contract between the two companies for a joint venture, Koumei wasn’t surprised to see the young CEO already there and waiting. Sliding into the seat across he shifted slightly, doing his best to try and stay comfortable in a suit he hated wearing.

“I must say Mr Phantomhive, while it’s rare to see someone your age in your position it reminds me of my brother and I when we first stepped up to the plate of our own company. It’s as nostalgic as it is refreshing; so I must thank you for agreeing to meet with me this afternoon. Funtom is impressive as I would expect and I can imagine that is all your doing”

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url meme: littlebratciel

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Rarely did Ciel Phantomhive feel anxious, but the look of uncertainty flashed to him by the older woman made shivers crawl down his young spine. " I can explain. " The young earl had long since forgotten the dreadful feeling of imminent death imposed by a disappointed [and mostly angry] mother; he wished he continued to stay unaware. And yet, all it took was one glance at Sophie's face--whom had taken the liberty of being the boy's pseudo-guardian--for Ciel to wish he had never let the fellow CEO borrow his laptop to send a quick work-related email response. How was he supposed to know that she would take a peek at his browser history?

For a shrewd fourteen-year old boy, Ciel Phantomhive is unfortunately not tech-savvy enough to know the existence of incognito mode.

" I-..I-I haven't done any of it yet myself I swear. " It would tarnish the Phantomhive name if word got out about today's discovery, not to mention the possibility of getting his English peerage revoked. The higher end does not joke around concerning scandals of this specific genre. What will happen if his business competitors knew? Ciel Phantomhive, the child powerhouse, secretly interested and delving into--

" --w-why are you looking at my history in the first place? I’m not doing anything wrong--they’re all perfectly legal potential hobbies! "

browser history

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     “What is this in your browser history?” The seamstress glosses over the laptop’s screen, eyeing nervously at the blue-haired boy. There were many things she has seen, like the red-headed grudge in the park.. This happens to be an exaggerated difference. “..Ciel..” Her brows press together as she awkwardly brushes her finger in circles over the mouse pad. 

    “I know children your age can be curious..But..” A nervous flush rushes up her cheeks. 

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[open] friendly smiles and confectioneries

The day Ciel Phantomhive smiled in genuine happiness is when the earth would freeze in hellish cold.

But since earth certainly did not freeze over, one could safely assume that the smiling boy was merely faking it. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Ciel woke up without a scowl, greeted his butler a 'good morning', chose to wear relatively simple clothing for today, and never uttered a single snide remark throughout his morning routine. With a relaxed and cheery disposition rolling off of his person in waves, one would find it rather odd. But for the young earl, he felt as natural as a normal child could be.

And that's how he finds himself right now, standing outside the Funtom Store's entrance and greeting people with a billion-dollar smile. His lone, doe-like azure orb glistening with unparalleled happiness, brightly beaming towards passerby's who took curious glances at the posh, Victorian-esque establishment display windows.

The boy looked so happy, only a fool would dare ruin his glee.

" Hello! I apologize on coming up to you all of a sudden, but I saw you looking at the store window. Would you like to try out some of the new truffles? It's part of the store's seasonal confectioneries for the holidays; they were released by the stroke of November 1st. " Ciel greeted--rather, chatted--an undeniable singsong-y tone evident in his cheery voice. He doesn't wait for the other’s answer, as delicate hands gently grasps their arm and starts to usher them both inside the store. " It’s my treat, so let's go! "

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Stares at her 'boss' from afar mutter 'so tiny so so tiny' under her breath.

[eye twitch, turns around]

mmmm what’cha say

‘I heard you, you ungrateful ingrate.’, his glowing blue eye conveys.

Probably not a good idea to comment in particular about your boss--and academic sponsor--who happens to possesses very sharp hearing be very sensitive to his height.

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For someone who works like a 40 year-old, Ciel sleeps like a 10 year-old. He might be exhausted for most of the day, but the young earl still had the luxury of getting a full 8 hours of sleep. Sebastian always made sure of that.

" It's not that big of a deal, " he brushes off, a dainty hand waving dismissively in the air and a smirk rather proud. " anyone who knows how to has proper business education could handle paperwork. " Azure orb eyed the cross-dressing boy, scrutinizing the amount of sheer fascination blooming off his radiant features before contemplating a reply. " But not everyone has the talent to conduct a business. You have to know just exactly what your target demographic wants that is worthy of their purchase. And for the Funtom Company, who else is more suitable to lead the job of manufacturing one of the world's leading toy and confectionery brands? No one knows more what a child’s heart wants than a child himself. "

sweet tooth | izumi

He sat there, listening to Ciel explain his work and he was quite impress someone who looks so young could be someone so big. But did he just say Funtom Store? He tilts his head wondering where he had heard or seen that name and then it came to mind.

❝Wait so you’re the one behind it?❞ He grinned ❝I absolutely love that place! My fans sends me gifts of the toys and the sweets from there! But oh my, paperworks sure must be hard for you..❞ He frowned ❝That sure seems to be a heavy load for you.. do you get proper rest..?❞ He paused for a moment and chuckled sheepishly ❝Actually that seems like a dumb question.. but please I would love to know more about what you do! It really is interesting!❞

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becoming a demon seems like a good career option

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ciel’s soul burning to hell

someone please explain this gif

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“ I make toys and sweets. “ technically, the workers make them, but that’s what he pays them for.

'More like spend most of my time overseeing some of my subordinates’ incompetence then rectifying them all.' is what he wished to say, but held it back. He isn't that irate enough to divulge his CEO miseries to someone he'd just met.

" I directly manage the Brieve branch of the Funtom Store, one of the first overseas branches from the Funtom Company. The Funtom Store sells quality products aimed towards children and the masses who enjoy consuming gourmet sweets and confectionery. " sensing that the conversation would only drone out into some boring business-talk, the earl decided to summarize things up quick for him.

" Paperwork. I do a lot of paperwork. " 

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❝No, no, I’m quite used to it. My fans refers to me to either gender so I’ve gotten used to it.❞ This reaction was something funny to him, but he rather keep that to himself.

❝But probably we might later. I do go around a lot.❞ He took a sip of his drink ❝But a lot of work?❞ He placed the drink down and raised a brow ❝What kind of work do you do? If you don’t mind me asking.❞