The Raven, the Cat, and the Spider
A/N: Dammit, can't get this thought out of my head, so I decided to write it. I feel so sorry for myself for writing this; I should be studying for the quarterly finals right now. Not really, it's over now, now I need to cram up all my projects.
Disclaimer: I only own the OC—I would kill to own Kuroshitsuji, but I can't, so I don't own it and never will.
Warnings: OCs, possible OoC-ness, Yaoi on some chapters, some language, some sexual hints
The Raven, the Cat, and the Spider
One: Attraction
She's been watching him for days now. She spent restless nights trying to figure out what got her so inexplicably attracted to him.
"Love? Impossible, it simply cannot be." She would tell herself every night.
Luckily, he doesn't seem to notice her, even if she's inches away from breaking down the window and taking him all for herself.
Or does he?
He knows. He knows someone's watching him. Even if he's just standing there waiting for his master to order him around, much to his unnoticeable chagrin, there were always eyes staring at him.
He knows it's her, he's seen her often times in the early daybreak and sometimes in the dead of night, hiding herself in rose bushes and trees. He knows she doesn't seem to notice him glancing at her way.
Does she?
"If he knows!" She would blame herself loudly when she was alone, usually in front of a mirror, "If he knows," she paused, taking in the possibilities and possible consequences, "Who knows what might happen?" She smirked and she admired on of her blue guns.
"Who knows? Maybe something might happen. . ." She chuckled darkly before exiting the door, off to watch him endlessly once more.
He knows everything, well, not really everything. He knows that she watches him and he enjoys it, possibly. He often saw her leaving her mistress' manor late at night and arriving just before daybreak. He grows suspicious of her actions and follows her one evening; just as he suspected, she's watching him. Him, of all people she'd rather be than him, she chose the Trancy butler.
"But," He thought, "What would disturb me more if she was interested in Undertaker or in Grell." Then again, she did say she'd rather sleep with—
"Nevermind," He avoided the disturbing thought.
"Someone knows." She whispered as she stalked the dark streets at night, cocking her gun in the process, "It's either him, or him." She spat out the last word, she hated saying his name.
"Miss—"
She spun and aimed for the head, "You're dead, Michae—" She froze, thankful she didn't pull the trigger.
"Miss Fiddlewitch," Her mind reveled in the mere saying of her name. She dropped her hand and hid the gun.
"Yes, err, what do you want?" She asked inquisitively, not sure whether to say his name, last name or neither.
"I suspect something on you," He walked closer, with her still reveling in the tone of his voice.
"S-suspect? How come?" He was near enough to have his height loom over her.
"I noticed you," He paused, 'No, please no, please, please—' She begged in her head. "Kept on visiting the Trancy Manor for no particular reason."
"Oh, well—" She sighed, somewhat thankful, "Miss Alice did tell me to protect her and her loved ones, and I figured she did 'love' that master of yours. . ."
"But, you just kept on looking from afar, as if you were stalking someone. . ."
"Well, that isn't something to talk about, and it's near midnight, Miss Alice might be worried and—" She started to walk away, but his hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"I know you've been watching me," He whispered behind her, the hand on her shoulder dragging up her neck and cupping her lower jaw.
'Teresa, Teresa, move, dammit! Move!' She found herself immobile in this position, as if her body begged for him to touch her.
"I know you've been doing that for long time now," His arm encircled her, slowly pulling her close to him. She loved the exhilarating feeling; heat coursing through her system, finding herself silent and immobile.
"And suddenly you're silent, unmoving, but definitely feeling, am I right?" She could feel his lips on her temple, teasing her. . .
"Right. . ." She said almost breathlessly, she wanted this for far too long, she longed for this every night.
"And now you've got me, the cat trapped the spider." He kissed her temple again, "Or is it that the spider trapped the cat?" With the last statement, he was gone.
The mere thought made her revel in her own selfish desires, either she's trapped him or he's trapped her all along.
"Michaelis," He heard the same angry or monotonous tone she would use on him.
"Miss Teresa," He used one of his infamous smiles on her.
"You should know by now that you look more like a cat molester than a demon butler." She said in disgust.
"Cat molester?" He asked curiously, a seemingly innocent look on his face.
"Yes, a sick, disgusting, cat mole—" He appeared before her, head-to-head, both hands placed on her cheeks.
"Only to you," He smirked as he was about to place his lips on hers—
"Let go and get lost or you'll have twenty-six bullets through your skull." She hissed as a gun was aimed below his chin.
"Will you still continue on playing rough with me?"
She cocked her gun, ready to pull the trigger, "Will you still continue with your irritating behavior?"
"Will you ever stop denying that you love me?" He kissed her lips quickly.
"Will you ever stop with your pathetic antics?" Still, it had no effect on her whatsoever.
"Never, until you admit it to yourself, you love me." He syllabicated the last three words slowly.
"Admit? What about you admit to yourself that I hate you with bit of me?"
"You're just too selfish, fine." He finally let go of her; she dropped the gun, ready to turn around and walk away.
"But you do love that Trancy butler, don't you?" He caught her dead in motion.
"I wouldn't call it love," She paused, "I would rather call it attraction." Then she left.
'I would rather call it attraction.' It resounded in his mind, slowly becoming struck with envy.
"Attraction." He said aloud, "So she is attracted to him." Strange emotion coursed through him...
A/N: A series of one-shots on one character, two, or all three characters in the story. May include Yaoi and/or smut.
