His Sword and His Shield

Ciel Phantomhive and his faithful butler, Sebastian Michaelis, have just stumbled across the greatest thing they could ever hope to find; Cecelia is a young Wolf demon who has lost all her memories except for a select few. For example, she knows her last name starts with a "D" and that she is an expert swordsman. When Ciel takes her on as his new bodyguard, things quickly escalate into the greatest mystery anyone could have imagined. All leading up to the biggest question of them all: WHO is Cecelia D?
(PS: Yes, the artwork I used for the cover IS, in fact, MINE)

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2. His Bodyguard, Shopping

It had been many weeks since Cecelia joined the Phantomhive household. She rarely left her master's side, keeping an ever-watchful eye over the young lad. May Rinn, the house maid, had decided to take her shopping that day to buy a new outfit since the one she wore was far too tattered for Ciel's liking.

"Young Master," she frowned at the dress May Rinn pointed out, "I cannot protect you properly if I am restricted by a dress."

Ciel nodded his understanding, "Very well, but you are to have at least one feminine article. I will not have my female servants dressing as men! It might send the wrong message."

"Certainly, my lord," Cecelia bowed, "Please allow me to suggest that Sebastian take you all to the town square while I shop. I hear there is a chess tournament happening there today. I could meet you there once I've finished."

Ciel's eyebrows raised; his interest was caught.

"I agree that is for the best," he smiled slightly, "Come everyone. Let us journey to the square."

Sebastian and May Rinn bowed and followed their master into the crowd. Cecelia smiled as Sebastian glanced back at her, humor lighting up his crimson eyes. The two Demons had become quite fond of each other's company rather quickly. To Sebastian, Cecelia was someone who got the job done right the first time (unlike May Rinn, Finni, and Bard) an could be trusted with anything. To Cecelia, Sebastian was an honest friend with whom she could trust with even her darkest secrets.

The Wolf Demon slowly made her way towards a nearby shop. Going inside, her keen ears immeadiantly picked up the scornful jeers of the other women.

"Look at that poor girl."

"Dressed in rags, yet she thinks she can afford these brands."

"What a disgusting excuse for a human."

"Someone throw her a coin. God knows she needs it!"

A snarl threatened to expose itself in her throat, causing her to glance at the merchandise. Suddenly, a beautiful outfit on a nearby manniquin caught her eye. The long sleeved shirt was a dull, grayish-green color with black trim and a low cut neck. A white skirt flowed around black leggings that stopped two inches below the knees. A pair of flats on the display's feet matched the color of the shirt. It was perfect; easy to move in and affordable. Going to the counter, she recieved help from a friendly woman with graying blonde hair and sapphire eyes. As the cashier took the clothes off the display, more whispers went around the store.

"She WOULD buy the cheapest thing in here."

"Nobody wears that color; it's hideous."

"What did you expect? A hideous color for a poor young girl."

Once again trying to ignore the scornful women, Cecelia followed the cashier back to the changing rooms. The aging women helped her dress and got rid of her old clothes. Cecelia smiled as her pendant rested at the base of her neck, not covered by her shirt due to its low cut.

"Very beautiful, dear," the woman smiled, "and don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

"You are very kind, ma'am."

The Wolf Demon followed her back out to the counter and paid for her purchase. This time, the women held their breath in amazement as they notice how the shirt complimented the young girl's every curve perfectly. The shoes were the right size, the skirt was flattering but not too much so, and the leggings seemed to be a part of her skin.

"Breath taking."

"Elegant."

"Truely remarkable."

"Those clothes suit her perfectly."

With a smug look of accomplishment, Cecelia wrapped her sword around her waist, once again feeling the pleasurable sensation of having the weapon so near to her. Thanking the woman, she left the shop and made her way towards the square. Ciel sat at a table with an irritated looking gentleman while Sebastian styed faithfully next to him. May Rinn was among the crowd, watching the chess game with fascination. Cecelia tapped her on the shoulder and smiled as the maid swooned over her choice of clothing.

"It's so gorgeous, Cecelia," she squealed with delight, "just wait until Mr. Sebastian and Young Master see it! They should be done any minute now."

"More like any second."

The two gentlemen joined their friends as the loser stompped away in a huff. Ciel quickly glanced over his Sword's attire, nodding in satisfaction. Sebastian's smile was lost as he finally noticed the She-Demon. His eyes floated down, then up, then down again. Cecelia smirked and giggled, giving a quick turn so he could see all angles. By now, Sebastian's smooth smile had returned and he chuckled along with her. There was no need for words, his face said it all; he liked it.

"Let us return home," Ciel said, "I'm hungry and tired. I'd like to drink my afternoon tea and then take a short nap."

"Very well, my lord," Sebastian bowed, "I shall make you a fine peach blossem tea to help you sleep. What sort of snack would you like on the side?"

"Might I suggest a lemon tart to compliment the sweet taste of your tea, Young Master?," Cecelia piped up.

"Yes, that does sound good," Ciel nodded, "thank you Cecelia for your suggestion."

Cecelia bowed low, "My pleasure, my lord."

Once they returned to the mansion, Cecelia and Sebastian headed straight for the kitchen while Ciel made his way up to his study. As they approached the wooden door, Cecelia froze. Sebastian stopped with her, a quizzical look on his face. The Wolf's nose twitched as she scented the air. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open and she gave a startled scream.

"Get down!," she tackled the tall man to the ground as the door burst open and black smoke billowed into the hall.

The two Demons leapt to their feet, not at all surprised to see a middle aged blonde stumble out of the kitchen, his hair and beard singed and his clothes covered in ashes.

"Bard," Cecelia shook her head, "what happened THIS TIME?"

The Phantomhive cook blushed as he approached the Wolf, "Well, you see Cecelia, I was trying to surprise the Young Master with a pie. But the darn thing was taking too long to cook, so I tried to use a flamethrower to speed it up. I guess I overdid it."

"I'll say," she snapped, "you burnt down the whole kitchen! AGAIN!"

Bard flinched at her sudden rage. Ever since she arrived, he had been trying to impress the swordswoman only to accomplish one failure after the next. To her, Bard was nothing more than a lovesick failure; however, that only made him desire her more. Before anyone could say any more, a startled scream came from upstairs.

"That was the Young Master!"

Cecelia shot her nose into the air and took a deep inhale. Someone was in the house with their Master. And they CERTAINLY were not welcome.

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