Note: I don’t own any rights to Black Butler or RENT.
Bard and Ciel were back at their apartment, still wondering where Sebastian had gone. Suddenly, the door swung open.
“I’m here!” Sebastian shouted, smiling and carrying a bottle of wine.
Ciel looked at Sebastian. “Where did you go?” he asked.
“And how did you manage to get that?” Bard inquired.
“Gentlemen, our benefactor on this Christmas Day, whose charity is only matched by talent, I must say,” Sebastian answered, pouring out the wine. “A new member of the New York City avant-garde, Grell Du Mart Schunard!”
Then, Grell entered, dressed as Mrs. Claus and wearing zebra tights. “Today for you, tomorrow for me!” he shouted, handing wads of cash to Ciel and Bard.
“You earn this on the street?” Ciel asked.
“It was my lucky day today on Avenue A, when a lady in a limousine drove my way. She said, ‘Darling, be a dear. I haven’t slept in a year. I need your help to make my neighbor’s yappy dog disappear. This Akita, Evita, just won’t shut up! I believe if you play nonstop, that pup will breathe its very last high-strung breath. I’m certain that cur will bark itself to death. We agreed on a fee, a thousand dollars guaranteed. Catch-free! And a bonus, if I trimmed her tree. Now who could foretell that it would go so well? But sure as I am here that dog is now in doggy hell.” Grell went on like that, telling the story of how his drumming killed Evita and how he met Sebastian.
“Well… Thanks, I guess,” Ciel said.
“We have to be on our way,” Sebastian told them.
“We’re going to a support group,” Grell said, looking at Bard. “Would you like to come with us?”
“Thanks, but I’ll stay here,” Bard said, taking another sip of wine.
There was a long silence.
“You know, it’s not just for people with AIDS,” Sebastian said to Ciel.
“I think I will come. I’ll meet you there,” he answered.
They said their good-byes, leaving Ciel and Bard together.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go? Don’t you want to have fun? It’s Christmas!” Ciel said, trying to convince Bard to go.
“Sorry, but sitting around in a circle with people just like me and complaining about how miserable their lives are doesn’t sound like fun,” Bard said, not getting up.
Ciel sighed. “Fine, then. Just try to get out there and do something special. Christmas only comes once a year, you know.”
“I’m not an idiot. I realize that. Could you just go?” Bard answered.
“Suit yourself,” Ciel said, exiting.
Bard was happy to finally be left alone. Just then, there was a tap on the window.