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"I mean... It's not that bad, is it?" Even as Shun says so, his voice speaks of nothing but amusement, much like the grin that now sits on his features as his gaze shifts from his companion, to the television in front of them.

An animation called Hercules plays on the screen, a scene where the character that's supposed to be Hades is throwing yet another tantrum. Appearance-wise, the difference between the cartoon character and the actual God of the Underworld sitting by his side on the couch is almost comical, and Shun can understand his indignation. He definitely does not look like a zombie with shark teeth and fire for hair.

Out of respect, Shun bites back a laugh.

"And it's made for children, so!" He says, as if that should be enough reason for Hades to let it slide. In an attempt at comfort—which isn't much, if you consider the smile that Shun can't seem to be able to wipe off his face—he gives Hades a few pats on the shoulder. "It's not like normal people know what you look like, right?"

An  innocence  of  a  scene  could  hide  inside  of  it  various  potential  of  untold  conversations.  How  long  did  the  God  of  the  Underground  gently  mocked  behind  his  back  delicacy  of  irony  of  an  Emperor  to  always  following  him;  to  constantly  been  a  reminder?  During  centuries,  enjoying  differently  a  considered  playground  of  mortal,  Hades  have  been  spared  of  the  same  gesture  —  avoiding  recollection  of  a  blood  view  who  traumatized  him  (  without  explicitly  expressing  that  issue)  ;  avoiding  somehow  a  casual  reminder  of  topics  left  unexplored.  There  was  no  remarks  to  be  done  about  humanity’s  hobbies  to  enjoying  fictional  content  for  their  enjoyment:  he  had  the  same  pleasure,  projected  towards  a  quiet  observation  full  of  disapproving  of  people’s  life…meanwhile  fictional  content  was  allowed  to  remaining  more  or  less  harmless  in  the  biggest  scheme,  he  was  preferring  acting  within  reality;  joining  games  that  will  impacting  real  people.

An  observer’s  position  was  a  well-known  place,  too  much  comfortable,  too  much  eventually  boring  for  desiring  these  sparks  of  actor.  As  first,  a  welcoming  proposition  left  out  within  a  curious  side,  middly  uninterested,  trying  to  showing  best  of  his  persona  when  it  was  involving  past  heroes’  stories.  There  was  an  impulsive  wish  coming  from  it  :  since  he  had  been  here,  though  in  the  background  of  the  spectators  seats  having  no  truest  importance  in  the  play,  even  after  centuries,  he  could  catching  up  every  little  mistake  mortals  made  about  them.  So,  though  that  movie  never  pretended  taking  realistically what  happened ,  slowly  his  expression  expressed  shapes  of  discomposure,  disapproval,  frowning  by  instants,  shock…as  comparison  was  protectively  exposed  within  his  head.  However…something…just  happened:  regardless  how  young  his  features  remaining,  maturity  into  a  gaze  projected  outside  a  millennium  divinity  removed  of  barriers  of  lies.

While  presenting  towards  mortals,  by  a  hidden  respect,  Hades  was  protecting  them  by  projecting  some  part  of  his  personality,  twisting  it  into  something  pleasant  for  their  eyes  —  even  when  he  was  filled  of  good  attention,  uncanny  playfulness  would  hide  some  part  of  his  personality,  removing  aspects  that  didn’t  wanted  to  be  expressed.  Luckily  enough,  he  trusted  Shun  enough  for  welcoming  the  exception  —  following  the  few  witnessed  such  personable.  He  hadn’t  talked  at  all  during  watching,  feeling  nevertheless  that  change  within  his  features,  ignoring  the  slow  discomposure  of  his  face.  Irony  came  back  at  him  altogether:  misunderstandings  about  his  persona  ;  that  conflict  with  Athena  ;  talk  appearance  in  front  of  his  next  vessel…Touching  too  much  humanity  will  awakening  irony.

     ❝ It’s quite warm, isn’t it ? ❞ It’s no wonder the rumors were fairly true. The Phantomhives indeed looked alike, very much identical enough to mistakem themselves for each other. However Alois quickly noticed their own chasms. ❝ I’ve ordered to prepare some tea for us. In the meantime, I wonder what kind of matters you wished to talk to me ? ❞

A  long-term  chessboard  collected  by  this  brother  will  come  to  an  end:  the  self-proclaimed  king  who  fermented  potentiality  of  a  legacy  would  need  eventually  to  retreat;  returning  where  he  came  from  as  the  second  one,  unable  to  psychically  hold  a  position  of  head  of  the  family  after  various  efforts  regardless  of  his  fragile  composition,  able  finally  to  enjoying  toys  he  had  wanted  back  then.    Time  seemed  to  have  stopped  everywhere.  Even  within  consciousness  of  observer  glance  about  what  his  brother  have  been  doing  the  whole  time,  reality  of  a  manor  back  in  the  day  before  he  was  destroyed,  still  disturbed  every  fiber  of  his  being  —  everything,  to  the  simplest  detail,  was  present.  As  the  fire  who  erased  peace  of  their  existence  never  existed.  As  the  tragedy  never  happened.

There  was  still  a  triviality  upon  silent  admiration  of  the  manor  compared  to  the  existence  of  the  Earl  Trancy  along  the  manor’s  walls  —  considering  how  his  brother  had  been  treating  his  way  of  existence  into  a  constant  game  he  would  be  always  winner  until  failing  willingly  after  the  taste  of  revenge;  considering  his  brother  always  treated  people  as  his  pawns  within  an  unavailability  of  honest  sentiments;  exposing  deepest  valuable  sentiments  of  his  greatest  kind  heart  was  an  improvement.  ‘  Ciel  ’  always  had  been  too  kind,  always  too  much  considerate,  always  too  much  emotive  —  regardless  of  what  he  would  use  to  defend  himself,  regardless  seeing  himself  as  a  ‘bad  person’.  He  had  been  lying,  manipulative,  pretending  to  be  a  king  he  wasn’t  —  all  for  the  sake  of  the  Phantomhive  name.

❝ Oh, is that so ~ ? ❞ Alois would not listen to Phantomhive’s opinion in this situation. Telling ‘don’t like’ or rather ‘disapprove of it’ was just a waste of time, after all he would keep doing it regardless of the other’s thoughts. The blond boy chuckled in amusement as he didn’t believe Ciel was taking it seriously. ❝ And your opinion is valid because      ? ❞