Life in the 21st Century [Ciel x Modern! Reader]

This is Horrid

Half-way through sermon, you look over to see that Pocket fell asleep on Polly's shoulder, who fell asleep on your lap. Their light snors are totes adorbs. Looking over to Ciel, you see him actually paying astute attention, his back perfectly straight and his eyes following Pastor Vincent to his every movement.

"And right now, He is looking down on all of us and smiling at us. We are His purpose and we must live out our lives as He wishes!" The excited Pastor shouted to the crowd, his hands moving like a birds and his face red and sweaty- as usual. "We were created in His divine image, we must fulfull and devote our lives to Him and all He is!"

"Amen!" Many shouted, raising their hands high.

"He is our Father, and He is watching out for us!" Pastor Vincent shouted.

"Amen!"

"Everyone rise up so we may sing praise to our Holy Father! Rise up my brothers and sisters!"

Everyone rose as a song began to play and words appeared on the projection wall- as usual.

He says pretty much the same thing every Sunday, but just with different words. Ciel stood before you, and looked toward the words on the wall, and mouthed along with the words, while everyone else- including you- sang along to the upbeat new age hymn.

After sermon everyone gathered in the dinning room once more for lunch. Ciel and yourself bringing the girls, you had Pocket on your back while Ciel carried Polly on his shoulders- per her request. She had grown fond of the lad.

"Why are we back in here?" Ciel asked walking up beside you.

"Oh, every Sunday the older folks host lunch here. Everything is homemade the old fashioned way and it's the best food you'll ever have." You explained sitting down at the end table, letting little Pocket sit beside you as Ciel took the seat across from you and Polly next to him.

"Yeah, Mister Ciel, it's amaaazing!" Polly said, taking his hand and dragging him toward the food bars. It was several large tables filled to the brim with food where the old folks stood behind to give you what you wanted and offer you a blessed week ahead. It was rather sweet of them.

"Come on, Pocket, let's get some grub." You smile and take the little one's hand and lead her to the table. You all go through the line, and at the end, Old Pastor Vincent is there with his Holy Water to bless your future week.

Ciel was right in front of you, and he asked for a few little bits of familiar food here and there- not nearly as much as what you or anyone else for that matter. At the end, Ciel was stopped by the graying Pastor and his hair was pushed out of his face by a steady hand.

"Remove your eye patch, please." The older man smiled at the young boy.

"I'd rather not. I have a horrible scar on my eye." Ciel muttered, looking up to the much taller man.

"Everyone is perfect in the eyes of God, child. Please, allow me to remove it." Before Ciel could protest more, his eye-patch was removed.

"Close your eyes, child." Ciel did as told, and felt the old Pastor's finger draw a cross on his exposed forehead with the Holy Water. "May He light your path in the week to come, and may He guide you in all of your choices, large or miniscule. Amen." Ciel hurried off to the table after so, one hand over his eye the whole way back. After having a similar thing done to you, you waited impatiently for Pocket to get blessed than hurried to the table.

"Ciel, I saw what happened. Did he see?" You whisper as you sit down.

"I don't think so." He horribly ties his eye-patch back on. "I hope not."

"You were paying very close attention." You smirk, taking a bite of homemade mashed potatoes. "I thought you weren't among the faithful?"

"It's been years since I've been in a church; and certainly not one like this." He explains, cutting the meat off a chicken leg with a fork and knife at the same time you picked yours up and took a huge bite. You savage.

"We're cool, I know." You take a sip of your sweet tea and smile as the little girls nom down their meal happily.

"So, are you among the faithful now?"

"No." He responded, not looking up from his task of cutting the chicken leg.

"Dude, just pick it up. You're not going to die if you get a little greasy." You point your chicken leg toward him. "If you're going to fit in in this century, you've gotta stop being a little painsy and grow a pair." The girls giggled at your funny expressions, not knowing the meaning.

"Unlike you, I am civilized." Ciel retorted, his fork picking up a piece of chicken and placing it into his mouth. "Savage."

"Prick."

"Beast."

"Painsy."

"Neanderthal."

"Lilly-Livered."

"Animal."

"Weakling."

"Lathargic."

"Sissy."

"Snot-nosed, trouser-stuffed, spineless brat."

"Primative, immature, brainless boar."

"Whoo-ee, you chillens is gettin' it!" Aunt Gloria shouted, sitting beside Polly with a heaping plate.

"I believe they could have gone on for quite a while, don't you, Frank Sweetie?" Lisa chirped sitting down next to Pocket, Frank sitting beside her.

"Longer than we've ever, dear." Frank responded, taking a bite of his shepherds pie.

"They'll make quite the pair," Mrs. Ethel smiled and took a seat beside Aunt Gloria, Mr Berndard following.

"Agreed."

"How often do you bring a boy to church?" Ciel asked after everyone had sat down and began eating.

"Never." You responded, taking a large swig of sweet tea.

"Well aren't I special?" He chuckled and sipped his tea as well- nearly choking, expecting a different taste. "This is horrid."

Yeah, everyone is picking on little-ol-you. Also, I have no idea where these characters came from. I was drinking tea and writing at the same time and I should never do that but anyway here ya go! I have no clue how many updates this makes in one day but lets keep it at least one a day, eh? Love y'all! Thanks for reading!

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