Caught in a Web

Indie & Semi-Selective Alois Trancy Written by Bre Sideblog to Resilicns Please read rules invented, devised, new, imaginary, ideal, romantic **************************** Mun is 18+ Triggering content ahead OC and Crossover Friendly **************************** Est. September 2018

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[conmenticius]

“Yeah, that’s what I do on the streets to get money! Sometimes local restaurants will hire me to perform, sometimes fairs, it really varies.” Alois shrugged, pocketing the coin. He had noticed her odd reaction, finding that it was really, really nice to touch someone for a positive reason again. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so at ease around someone.

He started walking out of the alley with her, letting her lead the way. I do need to start thinking about where I’m sleeping tonight. I haven’t even scoped out the local motels or the safest streets. His smile faltered as he thought, fidgeting with his sleeve. I could probably walk around after we eat...not fond of sleeping in the alley on my first night, but, what else is there? Sighing, he tucked some of his hair behind his ear, lowering his gaze to his feet.

As water hit the top of his head, dread washed over him. Rain. Perfect. He wrapped his arms around his middle, glancing around. Alleys look completely open...I’ll have to scrounge up some stuff for a makeshift cover. Maybe some tarp or trash bags..?

[conmenticius]

Alois’s brows rose in surprise. “How’d you manage that? I have to stay in motel rooms or find a comfy spot in an alley,” he mused, tilting his head. He had other, less savory ways of making money, but he wasn’t going to let her know. “Persuasion powers aside, cops don’t harass you?” He’d been through a few run-ins with police in the past, most of them ending poorly.

“This is my first day in town, y’know. Got off of the plane about...” He paused, looking down at the cheap, waterproof watch he wore. “Five hours ago? Last meal was some shitty salted peanuts and trail mix.” He made a face at that. While he didn’t mind having to make do with junk food, taste still mattered quite a bit. 

“If you do need money, though, I can scrounge some up. The train stations here are a lot more heavily populated than the last place. More likely to get tips, and maybe even a couple gigs.” Mischief danced across his face. “Oh, hold on, what’s that?” Feigning confusion, he reached out, his fingers brushing against Kyoko’s hair and behind her ear. Pulling his hand back, he held up a coin. “Here’s some!” He knew it was a lame and overused trick, but he didn’t want the conversation to get depressing.

[conmenticius]

This was entirely unexpected. It was rare for Alois to find himself actually liking someone, much less them seemingly liking him in return. Squirming, he gave a short nod. “I- I’ve never really had Japanese food before, but I think I’d like to try it,” he murmured, finally lifting his eyes to meet hers. Now that the red-head wasn’t getting ready to try to kill him, being around her was oddly...relaxing. She gave off a casual aura, and he could see himself sitting on a couch while watching TV with her.

“I trust that you’ll know what’s good to eat. To be honest, I mostly live off of granola bars and chips.” He did his best to find the healthiest, cheapest option that didn’t require cooking or preparation. However, those choices were few and far between. It was much easier and safer to get his food from a vending machine or convenience store. “Moving around constantly and making money by performing magic tricks isn’t really the best way to make a living.”

[conmenticius]

Confusion washed over the blonde as the situation suddenly de-escalated. He had expected she would attack him or shout or scream- he expected anger. Instead, he got an apology. He was visibly caught off-guard, taking a step back and averting his gaze. He looked almost shy.

“A- a bite to eat? Ah-” This was new. No one had ever tolerated his presence before, much less invited more of it. “...sure. I don’t know the area, so, uh, you probably know what’s good around here.” Clearing his throat, he wet his lips nervously, desperately trying to regain power in the situation. 

Kneeling down, Alois picked up his bag, swinging it over his shoulder. He’d dropped everything when he saw the labyrinth. “I hope my Japanese isn’t too rough, I’ve only recently picked up the language. Uh...sorry for being a total bitch.” He giggled quietly, squirming. His attempts at being polite and friendly were awkward, bordering on adorable. He was much more comfortable with cruelty and harsh emotions.

[conmenticius]

Oh? Did I touch a nerve there? Fascinating. Brilliant.

Alois’s smug expression returned as the red head grew more and more enraged, closing the distance between them. It took a great deal of self control to not make some flirtatious comment when the girl pulled on his shirt, instead keeping his mouth shut and letting her run hers.

“I never had such a silly notion in my head. I’ve known how worthless this world is for years, well before I made a contract with that obnoxious furball.” He shrugged, paying close attention to Kyoko’s every move, just in case he needed to act in self-defense.

“I saved you because I could and I felt like it. You owe me nothing. I am not your rival. I don’t plan on staying here. I never stay anywhere. I just. Keep. Moving.” A gentle smile that failed to reach his eyes curved his lips as he stepped close once again.

“Being a magical girl is no different from being a regular person. Both are meaningless. We just exist in this wretched world, suffer, and then die. Or,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “I suppose we’re already dead, aren’t we?”

[conmenticius]

“No, no, you misunderstand. I mean you aren’t a threat to me because I don’t intend to pick a fight with you. No fight, no threat, understand?” Alois was absolutely thrilled. In less than an hour, he’d discovered a feisty red-head with quite the temper, and the strength to back it up. He shook his head, lifting a finger and tutting at the girl. How sweet, she thinks she knows everything. Explains how she got into such a rough situation.

“Listen, Kyoko, how long have you been a magical girl?” He tilted his head, folding his arms across his chest and jutting his hips out to one side. “I’ve been running around for two years now, I think I know what the fuck I’m doing. So, I’ll give you a little advice.” He took a step closer, leaning in as he made direct eye contact. “There’s three kinds of familiars, okay? Nasty, mediocre, and pathetic. The pathetic ones rarely become witches, unless they manage to snack on some bloody moron. The mediocre ones are the ones you want to spare. They can still become tough witches, and they usually have no problem giving grief seeds. But-” He held up a finger, his expression growing serious.

“The nasty ones you have to strike down. I like a challenge, but I also like being alive. Nasty ones become deadly witches fast. They tend to have two separate forms, and a ton of shit up their sleeves. I’ve seen witches that would make the hairs on your neck stand on end. Witches that rip themselves in half to move faster, witches that keep moving without their heads, witches that keep fighting while burning.” 

Alois paused, standing up straight and taking a step back. “Listen, you’re reckless. I’d recommend taking the time to cull any abnormal familiars you find. You don’t have to hunt them, but at least squash them when you find them. Or else, the next time, someone like me won’t be here to save your ass.”

[conmenticius]

Oh, how cute. Calling this one “Red” for sure... Grinning, he took a step closer. “Not exactly. Fighting you would be a waste of magic and time. You’re not a threat to me, and I don’t plan on being a threat to you.” He shrugged, tossing his hair back over his shoulder. “Kyoko, huh? Cute.” He leaned back against the alley wall, keeping an eye on the girl. He wasn’t stupid, he knew she could potentially cause problems if she decided she did want to fight. It would be such a shame to have to bruise and bloody such a pretty face.

“Is this your turf? How many other magical girls are running around this place?” It was good to scope things out. If there were too many, he’d have to bail. The less competition, the longer he could stay. He idly fiddled with the bracelet around his wrist where his soul gem lay, turning the metal over in his hand. 

“That was a pretty crafty witch. Someone must not be culling all of these familiars to keep the nasty ones from turning into witches.” From all of his experience, he had learned that the more violent a familiar was, the stronger the witch it became would be. Culling the violent ones led to easier witches and faster grief seeds.

[conmenticius]

Alois could see how tense this girl was, knowing damn well that she was itching for a fight. However, he didn’t really feel like fighting a magical girl today. In his eyes, it was a waste of energy. He took what he wanted and left, and if he was a threat to her, he wouldn’t be around for very long.

“It was my pleasure.” He gave an exaggerated bow, one arm bent in front and the other extending behind him. “Alois, Magical Girl Extraordinaire, at your service.” He lifted his head to look up at her, grinning brightly before standing back up straight. 

Being offered food was a pleasant surprise, admittedly. Money was tight. Performing magic did provide a steady income at times, but his pockets were always lighter after moving to a new area, and that flight had taken everything he had left. “You know, if you wanted a kiss, you could just ask,” he teased, winking as he swiped a pocky stick from the box, placing it between his lips. He wiggled the candy to “tempt” her for a moment before chomping down on it properly. Teasing girls while looking like this was definitely a favorite pastime of his. Their reactions were always so unpredictable.

“Do you have a name, or should I just call you ‘Red’?” 

[conmenticius]

The blonde arched a brow, resting a hand on his hip and leaning his weight to one side. I just saved her life, and she’s acting like an indignant bitch... “No, but not being rude to someone you just met would be a good start,” he purred, smirking at the girl. He tossed the grief seed lightly up into the air, catching it with a flicker of mischief in his eyes. Hesitating for a moment, he tossed it to her. 

“Here, catch. I don’t need it- I have plenty.” This was true. Hunting witches had become more of a sport to him over the years. As soon as he stopped being concerned with where he rest his head at night, travelling opened many, many horizons, including an almost unlimited supply of witches. Japan had been the first country he actually took a plane to, a place he’d always wanted to see.

Alois reached up, tucking some of his hair back behind his ear. As the labyrinth dissolved around them, he quickly transformed back into what he’d been wearing before, a turtleneck sweater and a long skirt. His hair fell mostly loose, aside from the two small pigtails on each side of his head.

[conmenticius]

Alois had been a magical girl for well over two years now, settling into his new life very well. When Kyubey had informed him that he was the first male of his “species” to be able to see the creature, to be able to make a wish. The creature’s running theory was that the misery the blonde endured (receiving a pointed glare from Alois at the time) was strong enough to qualify. He rarely saw the furry beast these days, spending most of his time hunting witches and travelling, making what little money he could with card tricks and illusions (with a little actual magic).

With the knowledge that most magic users were girls, and that some saw other magical girls as threats, he took on a disguise. He had no connections, and no reason to maintain his previous identity, easily slipping into his new role. Magic had become second nature to him, and he mostly kept to himself.

On this evening, he stumbled across a labyrinth while seeking out signs of witches or familiars. Someone’s already in here...but a little peek won’t hurt... Smirking to himself, he hurried inside, quickly transforming into his attire.  A dark blue strapless one-piece with a sheer, lacy cowl that hung off of him like a poncho, black fishnets, dark blue close-toed heels, and a headband with prominent bunny ears. The lack of familiars impressed him.

Alois hurried deeper, flitting about with ease until he reached the innermost chamber. He arrived just in time to see a red-headed girl being tied down by the witch. “Oi! Do you always play with your food, you slimy wench?” He sneered, leaping from the ledge. Mid-air, he flicked his hand, creating several playing card shapes of water. With a twist, he sent them flying down, slicing the ribbons that were binding Kyoko.

“Sit tight and let the professionals do their job, sweetie!” He called teasingly, landing in front of her. He shot forward, seemingly disappearing and reappearing with swirls of water as he approached the witch. Within seconds, he destroyed it, catching the grief seed and twirling it on his fingers. 

[conmenticius]

praeteritus-memories

“Of course it is.” Yet he harbored no anger towards Alois not knowing the truth. It was completely understandable. Perhaps if he survived that night with his brother, he could’ve ended up the same way emotionally. It didn’t help that his brother took such a drastic change emotionally and physically that maybe some could compare him to Ciel, not that he viewed it as a good thing. He didn’t believe his brother could possibly become a strong person, he was far too weak emotionally to do anything.

How happy was he to see him again. For three years, he longed to see his true friend as he was only able to see him from a distance whenever Undertaker had taken him somewhere that allowed him to observe the blond from a far enough distance to know hw was at least alive and alright. “This time anyway. I can’t imagine I’m horribly good at pretending to be my brother, right?”

conmenticius

The young earl wanted to touch the other boy. He wanted to slap him, the shake him, to scream at him for leaving the blonde all alone. Frustration welled up in his eyes as he began to shake, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. Just hearing Ciel bring up the deceit Astre had pulled made him feel sick to his stomach, all of those feelings boiling and rising and bubbling and reaching the brim and-

Alois closed the distance between them, throwing his arms around the other and pressing his face into his neck. He kept one arm around Ciel’s middle, his other hand tangling in that blue head of hair as tears welled up in his eyes. “Never leave me again, you bastard...”

[conmenticius]

praeteritus-memories

There’s a guilt in Ciel’s heart in knowing he was alive for all these years but he couldn’t tell anyone. He was half alive, doomed to fail until Undertaker’s miraculous mind kept pushing towards better ideas to keep him alive. Blood transfusions were working, Ciel was as alive as he was the very day he died and his body even aged like a normal human’s. He never felt more alive! Yet that meant knowing how much he had to apologies to Alois and his family for leaving in that way while his crazed imposter of a twin gave them false hope.

Yet the truth was revealed, and he was coming out on top in this fight with his brother. All he needed now was his trusted friend, the one he loved to play with while his brother watched from afar. Elizabeth? She never interested him. All she wanted to do was play house and other horrifically boring things, Ciel felt happiest around Alois.

Sitting up in bed, having his equipment recently put away with a smile across his face. “Come in.” He calls, heart pounding. Was it beating at all? Hard to say as a bizarre doll

conmenticius

Hesitating again, Alois slowly pushed the door open, quietly stepping into the bedroom and shutting it behind him. He lifted his gaze, freezing in place from what he saw. When they were children, he had always been able to tell the difference between the twins. He had prided himself on that, often helping with whatever hijinks they wanted to get into. When Ciel had returned with an eye-patch and an unimaginable amount of trauma, he didn’t dare question him. He had grown in the time that passed, he looked different. The thought that he might have been lying never crossed his mind.

That thought definitely came to him now as he stared at Ciel, Ciel as he remembered him. No eyepatch, soft eyes, an expression that hid every complex thought he had- always calm, no matter what. It felt like he had a lump in his throat, swallowing becoming infinitely harder. It-...it can’t be. But this- he looks like him, this has to be Ciel! Why would Astre lie about this?! His hands shaking, the earl slowly approached his childhood friend, stopping once he stood at his bedside. Thousands of thoughts and things to say swam through his head. Where were you? Why didn’t you contact me? Why did he lie? What happened? But, instead, only one thing managed to tumble its way out of his mouth.

“Is it really you..?”

[forlornprodigy]

𝓬𝓲𝒆𝓵 𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒 𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓱𝓲𝓿𝒆 ; ʰᵉ ᶤˢ ᶰᵒᵗ ʰᶤᵐˑˑ ʰᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʰᶤˢ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖᵃʳᵉ ˑ ᵗʰᵉ ᵠᵘᵉᵉᶰ'ˢ 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒹𝑜𝑔˒ ᵃᶰ ᵉᵛᶤˡ ᶰᵒᵇˡᵉᵐᵃᶰˑ ᶠᵃᵐᶤˡʸ ᵏᶤˡˡᵉᵈ˒ ʰᶤˢ ᵗʷᶤᶰ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᴹᵁᴿᴰᴱᴿᴱᴰ (𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝)ˑ ᶤᶰ ᵈᵉˢᵖᵃᶤʳ ʰᵉ ˡᵒˢᵗ ʰᶤˢ ᶠᵃᶤᵗʰ˒ ˢᵉˡˡᶤᶰᵍ ʰᶤˢ ˢᵒᵘˡ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᴱᵛᴵᴸ ʰᶤᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʳᵉᵛᵉᶰᵍᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵘᵐᶤˡᶤᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʰᶤˢ ᶠᵃᵐᶤˡʸˑ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢, 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔥𝔦𝔳𝔢!

[conmenticius]

@praeteritus-memories

Alois couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so alone. The loneliness, the misery, it was almost crushing him. When Ciel had returned after the tragic incident that December, the young Earl Trancy had been filled with hope. That bastard, the previous Earl, had finally died. He had power, he had wealth, he had status, and now he could have one of his dear friends back. But whatever had occurred while Ciel was gone had changed the boy. He was cold and distant. The invitations to visit slowly dwindled to none, and he found himself only catching the other boy’s gaze at formal gatherings. 

He was left to watch his old friend build a successful business, never doing business with his own companies. He had no friends, only his own staff to keep him company. His “father” had never married him off, leaving him with the inevitable task of finding a girl to court. 

This loneliness was why Alois was so surprised when Ciel suddenly reached out, requesting that he visit Phantomhive Manor. However, the very thought that this might be how they reconnect was enough for him to throw aside any suspicions he had and immediately accept the invite.

The young Earl was nervous as he approached the door, fidgeting with his collar and trying to make himself presentable before knocking.